Disclaimer: These characters belong to Stephanie Meyers.
Chapter 9
Bella Pov
I only have two moods: fuck you, and fuck me. Anything beyond that is what I consider'light', and I'm not for it. Fuck you, is my way of showing anyone and ever one my ass to kiss. I've been alone my whole life, so I don't need anyone. Therefore, I can live by the philosophy 'fuck you.'
Then there's fuck me, which is pretty much self-explanatory. That's why putting Edward into one of those categories was the hardest thing I ever had to do. Fuck you, or fuck me? I chose fuck you and left him there, hoping like hell that I never went back on my decision.
Today I have to focus on my segment, not on Edward because this is my first, Show N Tell. Since it's the weekend, it's back to the beach for me. Social Experiment X: Are they real?
"Hello, Bella here! I bet you're wondering if these bad boys are real?" I point to my chest and lean forward giving my boobs a little shake in my bikini. "Or what about these?" The camera turns to reveal Rose in a bikini. She does a little shimmy, her dimpled smile on full display for the camera.
"Don't worry whether our boobs are real or not. Focus on La Push." The camera pans to women all over the beach. James has one camera, and Lauren has another, and the screen is supposed to be split to give a wide range of women throughout the beach.
"Okay, so we will show a pair of boobs, and you will comment real or fake. Not only am I willing to catch the reaction of people when I ask them for the truth, but I will also tell them what my first reaction was. Show N Tell, get it?" I giggle for the camera and then wink as I shoot a flirty look into the lens and slowly back away.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Edward join Alice off to the corner. He's shirtless of course, showing off rippling abs that just beg to be licked. He's sporting board shorts low on his hips exposing a sexy as fuck V cut that leads to the promised land. I think I actually drool a little bit with just a mere side eye of him. Imagine what a full glance of his body will do to me. Jesus help me! If he keeps walking around like that, I'm fucked... literally.
He folds his arms across his chest leaning back only slightly, his eyes narrowed to block out the sun and I feel them zero in on me. I can feel his eyes roam my body, but I try my best to ignore the heat that pulses between my legs at just a look from him.
I need to focus.
James points to a girl in a skimpy red bikini, and he mouths fake. I laugh and make my way over to her.
Without her permission, I pop a squat next to her kicking out my legs. She glances over at me and smiles before throwing her head back to enjoy the sun.
"You have amazing boobs," I say, tilting my head to the side. Her head pops up quickly, her smile still in place.
"Thanks, so do you." She throws her head back again and readjusts the way she's resting her arms in the sand.
"Can I touch them?" I ask her because honestly at first glance it's hard for me to tell, but James is a guy, and maybe that's how he knows.
She laughs and looks at me taking this with ease. "I'm nineteen. I don't need enhanced boobs, but sure, cop a feel. I'm not shy."
She turns her chest in my direction, flipping her hair back. I reach forward and squeeze her boobs before looking back at the camera with my mouth wide open because- oh my fucking god- these ridiculously perky boobs are real. Then I place my hands beneath them and jostle them a bit.
"Wow! Well, there you have it, people. They're real."
"Is this a TV show?" She asks, looking over my shoulder, finally seeing the camera.
I stand and dust the sand off my legs and butt. "More like a web show."
"Oh cool. Feel free to feel my boobs anytime." She winks at the camera, flips her hair and leans back to enjoy the sun.
This goes on for nearly an hour and so far I've been wrong practically each time I've guessed. Some women were uncomfortable with me asking about their boobs, and most were unwilling to cooperate with us or show their attributes. One girl literally covered her chest with a towel after telling me to fuck off.
At the end of the show, I turn back to the camera to give my reaction and of course, I'm horribly ashamed because apparently, I should know a woman's body... whatever.
"Follow us on Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook, and find me IzzyBell. Don't forget to send us new challenges, guys. This is Bella, and I was beaten by the experiment, but I'll be back next time. Peace." I shoot the camera the peace sign and tilt my head to the side smiling with half-closed eyes to block out the sun.