Disclaimer: Hayden's Turn! Well… since it's my turn, all I really have to say is… WE don't own Twilight, but I own a Wii, BITCHES!
So hey guys! I know, I know. It's been a REALLY long time. But, seriously you need to blame Hayden…or the power of the universe that cuts off Hayden's power. Yep Hayden's power was out for a LONG time, thus us not being able to write a wonderful chapter for you. Not to mention that for the past 2 days fanfic wouldn't work for me *pouts*. Sorry about that, guys.
But, alas, we are back and now we have a chapter that is long overdue….lol. But Hayden has already started the next chapter, so that's good.
I hope you all had a wonderful Valentine's Day and President's Day, and Martin Luther King Jr. Day! Man, there are a LOT of holidays in February. And guess what? It's my birthday this Thursday. Let me know if it's yours too and I'll dedicate a chapter to ya!
Onto the boy!
Oh, and it wasn't JUST my power, by the way. I got a Wii, so that was distracting me, and school is once again, crazy. Linguistics, BAH! Anyway… This chapter was fun to write, because voyeurs are freaking awesome. Look up the word if you don't know what it means, hahaha :)
Yes, the girl will be twenty on Thursday, such a little child… God, don't smite me for how young she is… Just joking :D I love you, dahlin' ;)
xXShamrockXx, I actually just went back and added in a Chelsea reference for you. It's just minor, but maybe we'll discuss them later. My little brother, Kohl, lurves Chelsea… but sorry, he has a girl, or I'd hook you up. Just kidding, you wouldn't want that 18 year old pain in my ass, anyway.
By the way… NEWCASTLE UNITED ALL THE WAY!
Well we certainly hope you enjoy the chapter, and as Martin Luther King Jr. once said, "I have a dream!" Wait, that really has nothing to do with this chapter. So, instead we'll go with what ashel-13 once said. "ON WITH IT…."
EPOV
"Why, Hunter? Why would you ring my doorbell when I'm right here with you?"
Hunter smirked, as his hand dropped from the button. Hailey, who was standing on his other side, rolled her eyes, "Because he was dropped on his head as a child."
As I reached into my soccer bag to get the key, the door opened, and Bella greeted me with a smile that quickly fell into a frown, "Oh, it's just you."
My smile deflated faster than an exploding balloon before I stomped into the house after her retreating form. She looked beautiful, even from behind, and I wanted nothing more than to wrap my arms around her waist.
"Hey, Edward, doesn't Bella look great?" Alice, as usual, read my mind. I smiled, and nodded slowly, wishing that Jacob wasn't the one she was dressed up for.
Bella turned, and I heard Hailey gasp as she saw how beautiful the brown-eyed girl looked. Hunter sidled up next to me, and without looking at him, I knew his mouth was hanging open, "Holy shit, she looks fantastic."
His words were a mere whisper, but I knew that Bella, as well as Hailey had heard them, "Thanks, Hunter…"
Bella's cheeks were tinged red, making the orange shirt nearly match them perfectly. Hailey smiled at Hunter's choice of words, and pushed her hand into his back pocket.
She tiptoed toward us, and I offered my hand to her. Bella cocked her head to the side, but grasped my open hand anyway. Gently cradling the bottom of her hand, I lifted the smooth, supple skin to my lips. Bella's blush deepened as my mouth brushed across her skin, "You look ravishing, love."
Our eyes locked, and for a moment, I thought I had her, until his voice cut through the 'crowd' gathered near my front dear, "Whoa, where's the party?"
I wanted to snarl, spit, and scream, but none of that would impress the one I was really after. Her hand fell from mine, and I moved away from her, unveiling her newly found outer appearance to a stunned Jacob, "Bella, you look hot!"
When I reached the staircase, I turned in time to see Jacob hand Bella a bouquet of roses. She deserved the world, and all he could give her was flowers? No gift could ever be good enough to compare to Bella, "These roses are as beautiful as you."
"No." I couldn't stop myself. He couldn't be comparing Bella to something that grew from the dirt, and died within a week, once plucked. She was more precious than that, and if he didn't see that, then I'd open his eyes, "She's definitely better looking than a flower, Jacob. Bella is more precious than the last breath of air you'll take; more astonishing than the sun that rises in the morning, but more importantly, she is a gift that you need to treasure."
The room was quiet as I spoke these words, and when no one offered any response, I turned away, and climbed the stairs quickly toward my room. If I couldn't have Bella Swan, then Jacob Black would know how much I wanted her. And that I'd never stop fighting for her.
"Edward!"
I turned to see Hailey and Hunter hurrying after me, but the first thing I noticed was Bella, who was watching me with a dumbfounded expression. How could she not see how…perfect she was?
"Yes, Hailey?"
My best friend's girl was gushing, and she threw her arms around me, "That was so romantic, Edward Cullen."
BPOV
After Edward's speech that sounded more like a poem from a Hallmark card, I stood speechless next to Jacob as I watched him retreat upstairs. I could feel the heat that bloomed on my cheeks from his comment that left me feeling both embarrassed and awkward.
It was incredibly flattering to hear such things, from Edward Cullen no less, but I wasn't used to hearing things like that and wasn't sure how to respond. Don't get me wrong, Jacob complimented me on how nicely I looked, but he never had the finesse of the words Edward had just spoken.
I suppose more than anything, it was just unexpected, but then again, everything about Edward and I lately had been unexpected.
"Ready to go, babe?" Jacob asked, as he grabbed my upper arm warmly.
I offered him a smile with a small nod, still pondering Edward's words.
It was a little funny jumping into Jacob's Volkswagen Rabbit. Edward and Jacob were extreme opposites, and it was difficult to understand how I could have such strong feelings for both of them. I thought about the smell of Edward's Volvo…which still had that clean car smell as opposed to Jacob's Rabbit, which smelled old, slightly moldy and well used.
I almost laughed at the ability to compare and contrast men by the kinds of cars they drove, but it was true. Like his car, Jacob was easy and comfortable. Work went into our relationship-going from friends to boyfriend/girlfriend- but in the end, the effort was worth taking it out of the garage and going for a spin.
Edward and his Volvo were expensive and always made me apprehensive. I wasn't exactly comfortable around something so shiny and pretty as Edward Cullen. But, like going to a dealership and purchasing a new car on the spot, the chemistry we had with one another was instant and undeniable.
As Jacob promised, we had a very nice lunch at a diner in Port Angeles. A simple burger and fries with a Coke was all we needed, as we swapped stories of our weekend so far and laughed. I obviously left out the dares involving me, but told him about Emmett and the pillow, and he especially got a kick out of Edward and Jasper having their 'homosexual' moment.
"Why do you hate him so much?" I asked, after our laughter had subsided. I just meant to ask out of curiosity, but I had a feeling he could take what I was asking the wrong way.
He wiped his mouth with his napkin, taking the ketchup from his face, before throwing the paper down on his plate with a bit more force than necessary.
"I'm just asking because Alice and I are becoming really close and Edward's always at the house so we'll be seeing more of each other," I explained, so he wouldn't get the wrong idea.
"I don't like the way he…is with you," he offered as a response.
"Is with me?" I asked with a laugh, trying to keep the conversation light.
"You know what I mean," he didn't laugh but smiled at me, happy that I was taking the situation lightly. "The way he looks at you. The way he treats you. He plays with all those girls at school like they're his toys, but not once has he looked at them with the adoration he does when he looks at you."
He turned toward me on his stool and pulled lightly on my legs to turn me toward him. "I'm sorry," he smiled softly, "I suppose I'm just one of those jealous boyfriends," he laughed. "But I know a good thing when I have one, and I don't want to lose you."
I put my hand over his hand, resting on his knee, but what could I say? I couldn't say, "Don't worry, you have me" because although he had me for the moment, I knew that I was torn in two between him and another.
"Come on, I have a surprise for you," he smiled a contagiously large grin before laying a tip on the table and grabbing my hand.
EPOV
"Just throw it in there!"
Hunter's head was thrown back, mouth agape, waiting for the chicken tender he'd handed me. I rolled my eyes, but humored him, smiling as the chicken landed directly in it's target. At least it hadn't landed on his Chelsea jersey; he probably would have cried.
"He shoots; he scores! The crowd goes wild!" Hunter cupped his hands over his mouth, and a soft 'Ahhhh' echoed around the empty food court. No one in their right mind would be at the mall before twelve on a Saturday, except for the poor souls that had to be up early.
I turned my head, glancing at Hailey, who was rolling her bright gray eyes, "He's your boyfriend, you know."
"Yes, Edward, now why don't you say it a little louder so the whole mall can hear you?"
My best friend dropped the ketchup covered fry onto his plate, frowning over at Hailey, "Do I disgust you? Hmm?"
Hailey shook her head, "No, you don't disgust me, you… disturb me? Yes, that's the word, disturb. That could be your middle name, Hunter."
"He could be ravishing you; that's always fun."
Her cheeks turned bright red, and my skin stung as she smacked my bare arm, "You two are… ugh!" She jumped from her seat, leaving her blue tray behind on our table.
"Don't worry; we'll get that for you!" Hailey lifted her hand behind her back, and flipped us off as we laughed. My eyes followed her as she entered Victoria's Secret, a stronghold that would keep us away.
Hunter shuddered, "Now that place, my friend, has way too much pink."
I stretched, "Yes, but don't you just love when they come out carrying those bags?" I cringed, and pretended to gag. Hunter watched me, his eyes curious, "Sorry, just picturing a scantily clad Hailey. Not my cup of tea."
"Well look who it is, a couple of bitches from Forks. What are you doing here, ladies?"
Hunter's eyes narrowed and I caught his eye as his response leapt from his mouth, "Did you hear something? I didn't know that pussies could talk. It sounds like…queeeeef."
One of the kids standing next to the dark haired boy laughed, then quickly covered his mouth when one of the other boys jabbed him in the side.
"Can we help you with something, Carter?"
I stood, pushing out the chair. The captain of the Port Angeles soccer team stepped backward slightly as Hunter rose, too, "Yeah, actually, we heard that you have a hot new piece of ass on your team."
My thumb jabbed back toward Hunter, and glanced over my shoulder to see him batting his eyelashes, "Sorry, Carter, Hunter is straight." I wanted to mention that his girlfriend was in Victoria's Secret, but I wasn't willing to send the goon squad in after Hailey.
"No. Ricky, my cousin, told me how fuckin' hot she was. So I thought I'd check her out. Maybe I'll see her during your next game, and maybe she'll come home with me."
Hunter's eyes widened in confusion, "But, Carter, Bella has a vagina… Do you even know how to work with one of those? You're used to the other hole, right?"
"Hunter? Edward? What are you doing?" Carter licked his lips, and turned toward Hailey, who was holding one of those pink bags.
"Nothing, Hailes, we we're just leaving." Hunter held his hand out, and as Hailey moved forward to grasp his hand, Carter stepped between the two, and intercepted a befuddled Hailey.
"Well hi there; you must be Hunter's girlfriend. We were just discussing you."
Her perfectly sculpted eyebrow rose, and the fingers on her one hand, tapped agitatedly against her leg, "Oh really? And what was Hunter saying about me…" Her voice trailed off, and Carter grinned.
"My name's Carter. He was just saying how much fun you are."
"Really? Wow, baby, thanks." Hailey wiggled her eyebrows and skipped around Carter, to kiss Hunter's cheek. His arm slid possessively around her waist, as Carter eyed the couple with disdain.
"I don't think you understand, sexy, he was saying how much fun you are."
She smiled, and shrugged one shoulder. I could see Hunter tense, "Oh, well, he likes it when I'm kinky. I can't help it. I enjoy using my whip."
Carter bit his lip, and stepped closer to Hailey, and the next thing he saw were stars. Hailey swung her leg back, and kicked, her foot connecting with his crotch. I'd never heard a boy scream so girlishly in my life, but I didn't get a chance to savor it. One of the boys lunged in Hailey's direction, and my body launched at him, shoving him back to the ground.
His eyes were fearful, as I glared down at him, "Don't you even try to lay a hand on her, or I swear to God you won't have any to jack off with. Got it?"
The boy who'd laughed at Hunter's joke grabbed Carter's arm, and the other boy slid out from beneath me. As they scrambled off, I glanced over at Hailey and Hunter. Hunter was kissing Hailey, and her arms were winding up into his hair. When they pulled apart to breathe, Hunter was glowing, "God, baby, I never thought seeing your foot against someone else's crotch would turn me on so much!"
"Oh Jesus…" My hand covered my eyes, as the two eye-fucked each other, "Can you at least go see a movie and do that?" Hunter grinned, and grabbed Hailey's hand, tugging her toward the box office, "If you're not done in three hours, you'll be walking home!"
I turned away from them and walked out of the mall to sit on a bench. As I surveyed the parking lot, I noticed Jacob Black's car, and a grinning Bella in his passenger seat. He leaned across the gearshift, and kissed her. I closed my eyes; the image too painful for me. Why hadn't I kissed her?
BPOV
"This is the surprise?" I asked as Jacob steered his remodeled car into the parking lot. "The mall? Jake, you shouldn't have," I joked as I looked at him with a hand over my heart.
"Don't be such a dork," he rolled his eyes with a smile while he pushed me a little with his right hand. "The surprise is inside. I told you I planned on making up my immaturity to you."
"Yes, and the mall is the perfect place to prove you're mature," I laughed, as he found what seemed to be the only available parking spot within a mile of the entrance.
I jumped out of the car as soon as the engine shut off and Jacob was already by my side, taking my hand into his and interlacing our fingers together as we walked into the food court entrance.
"Alright, Master Planner, where to first?" I asked, once we were inside the entrance. I looked around at the food court, the Icing store just beyond it and a hat store on the other side.
"I suppose we should start with the reason we came here," he said, giving my hand a squeeze.
"Whatever that means," I grumbled, hating the fact that even the store we were going into was a surprise, but Jake just barked out a laugh in response.
"Have trust in your boyfriend, Isabella," he said, almost seriously, as he gave my hand a squeeze and started walking.
After walking through almost the entire mall, I was starting to wonder what his point was bringing me here if we were simply passing all the shops. But we finally stopped near the far end, and the big, green sign made an involuntary smile spread across me face.
Barnes & Noble!
Jake walked me in, and through the magazine section on the first floor, and up the escalator to the top floor where he knew I could be lost for hours.
I looked at the rows of bookcases and felt Jacob wrapping his arms around my stomach from behind before resting his head on my shoulder.
"Pick out anything you want," he whispered before kissing behind my ear and putting his chin back on my shoulder.
"What? Are you sure?" I asked. He knew I hated when people spent money on me (It was an ongoing battle in our relationship; I never liked him to pay for me), but I found that I couldn't pass up the opportunity to scan each of the bookcases in the categories of Young Adults to Classic Literature.
With each section that I moved on to, I kept a mental list of my favorites so I could narrow them down without Jake trying to buy them all for me. He only worked on cars and motorcycles for friends and family for money, and I knew he couldn't really afford to splurge on my unnecessary whims.
In the end it was down to three and I stood in the middle of an aisle, thinking about my choices. Throughout the entire browsing and searching process, Jacob stood behind me, busying himself with kissing my neck or watching as I read the back of books.
"What do you look so confused about?" he laughed, as he noticed my contemplative expression.
"I have it narrowed down to three," I told him, going over the options in my head; The Divine Comedy, Les Miserables, and Blue Bloods.
I could feel him shrug behind me. "Then get all three," he said easily.
I turned in his arms to look at him, his dark eyes staring into mine with an intensity I hadn't seen before, and a soft smile playing on his lips.
"Jake…" I started, but he covered my mouth with one of his large, warm paws.
"Shhhh! No arguing. You barely ever let me spoil you, so tonight you have no say," he smiled even brighter. "Now, go pick out your books."
He kissed my lips softly before I turned around and he gave my ass a light smack so I would get a move on to retrieve my treasures.
With the books purchased, I wouldn't stop thanking him as he led me out of the mall, but we weren't walking in the direction of the car...
"Jake, where are we going?" I asked, hating that every aspect of the night seemed to be a surprise and with each 'tada' moment, there was more money spent.
"I told you, we're going to dinner," he said, not slowing his pace as he walked on.
I noticed the place we were going to. The place that stood right next to the mall and an Applebee's.
"Maggiano's?!" I almost squealed as we walked toward the higher end restaurant. The place was far too pricey for Jacob, especially since he had already bought me my books and lunch earlier that same day.
"No arguments, remember?" he asked, with a chuckle as he practically had to drag me into the restaurant decorated with the pictures and autographs of celebrities that had eaten there as well.
Reservations had already been made, making me feel a little guilty at the fact that while Jacob was planning this wonderful day out, I was at the Cullen house kissing and feeling up Edward. I wanted to bang my head on the table, but resisted knowing that Jake would just ask me what was the matter.
The spaghetti I ordered, paired with the calamari as an appetizer proved to be too much for my small stomach, but thankfully, due to the large appetite of my boyfriend, none of the food went to waste.
After he paid the check, Jake turned to me with a shy smile. "I have to admit my supreme suckage at planning. This was the last thing I had planned, but I don't want to say goodnight to you yet. I mean, we can go to my house, if you want. You know Billy wouldn't mind."
"I have a better idea," I tried to smile seductively, remembering my mission for the night, but all I felt inside was nervousness and a bit of panic. "Charlie won't be home until the early morning. Why don't we go to my house so we can be alone?" I attempted to make my eyes smolder the way Edward's did sometimes. Gah! Don't bring Edward into this!
Jake's face lit up at the idea and before I knew it, we were in the Rabbit, speeding toward my house with my mind full of doubts and my stomach filled with butterflies.
EPOV
Where were they going? I didn't like the idea of leaving Bella alone with Jacob; she didn't need that time to doubt our newly formed relationship. He looked determined as they pulled from the parking lot.
Follow them… The nagging voice of my sister tunneled through my mind. How did she expect me to follow them without Bella noticing? And why was she the one telling me to follow? Weren't moments like these usually devoted to the little devil on your shoulder, and not the pixie in your brain?
My feet seemed to move on their own accord as I sprinted toward my Volvo. Hailey and Hunter wouldn't be done for a while, and they'd call when I was nowhere to be found. The door slammed, and I fumbled with my keys, searching for the right one. If they were going to Jacob's house, I'd have no idea how to get there.
"Think, Edward, who would know where Bella was going?" Talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity… but answering yourself is a whole other story, "Alice!"
The iPhone fell into my hands, and soon I could hear the dial tone. Her perky voice answered, and I could picture the smile on her face, "Hi, Edward!"
"Alice, where are Bella and Jacob going?"
I heard her inhale sharply, as she sensed the worry in my tone, "I'd imagine that they're going to Bella's to be alone. Charlie's out of town until tomorrow morning. Why? Is something wrong?"
After moving the gearshift into reverse, I backed out of the spot, and peeled out into the parking lot, "EDWARD!"
Apparently I hadn't answered her question fast enough.
"Nothing's wrong, I'm just going to follow them."
I ended the call without waiting for her reply, and she didn't call back.
The drive to Bella's house would have been easier if Jacob's Rabbit could go over 55 miles per hour. Following them was not an easy task. I couldn't speed up; fearful that Bella would glance in her passenger side mirror to find me stalking her. I could just imagine THAT conversation.
I parked down in front of one of Bella's neighbors and prayed that no one would tow my car. Explaining that to my parents, along with the stalking charges would be cause for their immediate disposal of all my personal belongings. After grabbing my jacket, and my phone, I slid out of my car. The phone went directly into my pocket as I started toward Bella's house, taking an angled approach.
The woods behind Bella's house proved to be easy cover. They would never see me. I peered in through the blinds that covered the downstairs window. Jacob was sitting next to Bella, his hand around her shoulders. Bella kept glancing at him, nervously biting her lip. What did that girl have planned?
I watched as Bella's palm inched toward Jacob's thigh, and once the hand rested there, his eyes turned to her. Her hand continued to move closer to his crotch as his lips pressed to hers. My eyes closed, as I took a deep breath and slid down the siding of her house. She was touching him just like she'd touched me. This was the test.
For once, since I'd seen the two as a couple, I felt bad for Jacob. He and I were similar in one aspect. We both had feelings for a girl who was unsure of her own.
I didn't want to watch them, but I felt the urge to stand. As I got to my feet, and glanced through the blinds, I grimaced at the image before me. Maybe following them hadn't been such a good idea.
BPOV
The ride to my house was silent. I was busy with my own thoughts, trying to think about how this would all go down as Jacob's hand tapped the drum rhythm to the song we were listening to on my thigh.
The next thing I knew, we were sitting on my couch in the living room and I was tucked into his side, my hand now on his thigh. I was surprised it didn't shake as I took breaths of strength and let my hand continue to move.
I didn't have to wait for Jacob to respond because already his lips were on mine, attacking me viciously as he pushed his chest against mine with a force that knocked me back to the couch so I was laying on my back.
His lips didn't leave mine for a minute as he shifted on top of me, and I found my hands winding in his dark, raven hair. It was always so soft and silky, though it wasn't as long as it used to be.
His hands played with the hem of my shirt before slipping just a little way under it, touching the smooth skin of my stomach. I had always loved how hot his lips felt on mine. Like setting fire to my own, and the way they were naturally larger than mine. He had the perfect lips for kissing, there was no denying that. And yet, something was off…
They weren't Edward's lips on me, and that made all the difference.
Jacob's hands were cupping my breast before I knew it, and all conscious thoughts left my mind as I arched up into his hand. I could feel my nipples harden and poke through my bra, and apparently so could Jacob because he pushed the offensive material up so that he was groping my skin now.
His rough, calloused hands against my smooth skin intensified every sweep of his hand over me and he suddenly pulled back to look at me.
His eyes were lidded and seemed to have turned even darker than their usual black, as he took the hem of my shirt and pulled it off me and then rid me of my bra as well.
I didn't know what to think or what to do, but my arms involuntarily came up to cross themselves in front of my chest, causing Jacob to chuckle huskily.
I looked up at him, into those dark, lidded eyes. He had a soft smile on his face, not the look I was expecting from him. I suppose I had been expecting the look of a predator that had gotten his prey; the look of lust and the need to simply fuck the girl that was lying underneath him.
But this was Jacob, and all I saw in his face and in his eyes was the look of love as he smiled at my embarrassment.
"Bella, don't be embarrassed," he soothed, as he let the back of one of his fingers slide down my cheek softly. He crossed his arms at his chest and pulled up the hem of his shirt, taking it off in a matter of seconds. "See? Nothing to be embarrassed about," he smiled at me.
I rolled my eyes at him, but had to laugh at his attempt to make me feel better. As if a shirtless Jacob would make me feel less self conscious…as if.
He let out one small laugh, but the smile he had was stretched across his face and his hands came up to grab my wrists and gently pull them from my chest, revealing myself to him.
He looked at me in the eyes, his smile still in place and his eyes glowing with excitement and love as he bent down. He kept eye contact with me as he kissed each of my hardened peaks, and I couldn't help but to smile in response.
My hands went to his shoulders as he showered my breasts with licks and kisses before moving down my stomach and giving the trail down the same treatment.
I noticed, as he started to kiss the waist line of my jeans, that this wasn't uncomfortable. It wasn't awkward as I expected it to be. On the contrary, it was easy. It was easy and fun and comfortable and…fun.
I knew I didn't feel the same passion I would have if Edward were doing the same things to me. Jacob was a picnic by the pool with suntan lotion and a day of relaxation. Edward was like jumping out of an airplane that was thousands of feet in the air. Edward gave me an extreme reaction…an extreme pleasure. Like fireworks erupting in my body with every touch. Jacob was soft and loving and gentle, which surprised me. Jake was…familiar.
I let his large hands fumble with the button to my jeans and couldn't help but to smile with the trouble he was having with the small button, but he finally got them off, only to look up and see the amused expression on my face.
"What? It's harder than it looks," he teased back, making me drop my head back to the couch and laugh.
His weight was back on me instantly as he kissed each of my cheeks. "Oh, you think that's funny, Miss Swan?" He asked as he showered every inch of my face with quick kisses.
His pants were off soon too, and the laughter that we had a moment ago was done, but for some reason, there was still an air of fun and happiness coming from us. What we were doing didn't seem like a rite of passage, a milestone that changes you forever (as everyone says it does), it seemed like an extension of what we had already been doing. A bonus to our relationship.
Jacob was sitting up and I was now straddling his lap, each of us only in our underwear, and I could feel his erection through both pieces of clothing, pushing against my core. Our chests were flush against each other as we ground our hips to create the friction we both wanted and needed.
On of his hands was groping and massaging my ass while the other was spread on my mid-back to keep me to him. My back arched and his mouth came down on my left breast, sucking on it and biting gently at my nipple as our hips continued to rock, and grind and rub.
I could feel the building in my lower stomach; it was powerful, but again, a sparkler to Edward's fireworks. Fun rather than a burning passion. I loved the feeling but…
I realized in that moment what Jacob was to me. He was amazing and incredible. He listened to my ranting when I had a bad day and I cried on his shoulder when life wasn't going the way it should. He made me laugh and feel free whenever we were together. He took away my pain, no matter the cost.
That's when I realized that I was in love with Edward Cullen. When I realized that Jacob Black was simply my friend-with-benefits.
Jacob didn't notice when my hips slowed in their rocking. I couldn't let us do this. If we did, it would give him the wrong impression and I would have to deal with yet another thing to add to my list of 'ways I broke Jacob Black's heart'.
Just when I was thinking about how I could possibly stop this, there were several knocks on the door, breaking Jacob and I away from each other.
We scrambled for the clothes that had been discarded in a rough circle around the couch and I ran to the front door, tripping a fair share of times before getting there. And when I opened the door….
Nothing.
No one was there. I stepped outside, onto the porch and looked to my left and right, then down the street, but still, there wasn't anything to be seen.
I closed the door and let out a sigh of relief knowing that that knock had saved me. I thanked the knocker in my mind, whomever that may be, and looked back to the living room to find Jacob standing awkwardly, his hands in his jean pockets.
"I should probably go," he said, coming toward me.
I nodded my response. That, indeed, was probably best.
"If you need anything before Charlie gets home, don't be afraid to call me," he said kissing my cheek softly before his lips came to mine. The kiss was different and I wondered if what we had just done did in fact change us. As cliché as that seemed, it was probably right.
"Goodbye, Bells," he said before walking to his car. And it seemed like he meant it.
EPOV
I was a voyeur…but I wasn't. Voyeurs were supposed to be quiet, someone who enjoyed the lust that was happening in front of them. I wasn't enjoying it. In fact, what I watched made me sick to my stomach.
He had her shirt off, and was enjoying the sight. Needless to say, I was appalled. Bella was mine, and he wouldn't get any further with her. My feet carried me to the front of the house, steps urgent, but slow. I'd be totally fucked if they heard me.
The porch was certainly a hindrance, I was unsure of whether her front steps would creak. I could take my shoes off and throw them at the door? But what if they saw my shoes resting on the mat, slightly askew after their rebound? Would Bella think it was one of the neighborhood kids, or would she recognize whose shoes they were?
I didn't have time to think about it. Bella and Jacob would go too far.
Here goes everything.
My fist rattled the front door, as I knocked, rapidly, five times. Then I ran. As I raced toward her backyard, I could mentally see them scrambling for their clothes; and praying that they wouldn't arouse suspicion in whomever was knocking.
Someone opened the door, and once again I could only imagine their confused expression. I slowed my breathing, hoping that they didn't hear me, or my pounding heart, after my sprint away from the door. In through the nose, out through the mouth. Repeat.
When the door closed, I sighed, and allowed my head to rest against the siding: One point for Edward Cullen. As I rested, I heard movement inside the house, and once again the door opened, "Goodbye, Bells."
Yes! Two points! He was leaving, and I would finally be able to talk to Bella alone. His engine started, and once he left, I waited five minutes. I wouldn't want to deal with a sexually frustrated Jacob Black if he'd left something behind.
My mind wrapped around the fact that Bella Swan, who had to be excessively horny, was alone in her house. But she wasn't just some horny girl who wanted me so that she could brag to the entire school. Bella was different.
Slowly creeping from my hiding space, I glanced up to make sure she wasn't by the window. When I saw nothing, I ran for my car. She'd know something was up if I didn't drive myself over.
As I pulled my Volvo into her driveway, I saw the front door open, and Bella stepped out with a confused expression on her face. After cutting the engine, I slid from the driver's seat, and started toward the steps. I needed to act like nothing had happened, "Hey, Bella, sorry to bother you, but I just wanted to see if you were okay. My dad told me that the Chief was out of town, so I wanted to check on you."
She crossed her arms and shook her head, "Don't play coy with me, Edward Cullen; I know what you're up to." The expression on her face made my nerves jump. Had she seen me?
"And what is that?"
Bella rolled her eyes, playfully, and walked slowly down the steps, "You wanted to spy on Jacob and me."
I snapped my fingers and shook my head, "Damn, you caught me."
She moved closer to me, and opened her arms. A cute pout formed on her face, so I cocked my head to the side, "Can I have a hug?"
I wanted to grin and celebrate, but I nodded, and encased her in my arms, pulling Bella's soft body close to me, "Are you okay, Bella?"
"Why wouldn't I be? I was just here with Jacob."
My shoulder's shrugged as I continued to hold the delicate creature close to me, "Just asking, you've never wanted to hug me before."
Her actions were making my head swim. Bella smiled, and stepped out of my arms, "Would you like to come in?"
"I probably shouldn't. Your dad's not here, and your boyfriend just left. He'd murder me if he saw us together."
Bella's eyebrow rose, "What did you say?"
"That your dad's not here."
"No, Edward, after that."
"That Jacob left?"
She nodded slowly, and backed away from me. As she moved, I watched her start to walk around the side of her house. That's when I heard it.
Girls do what they want
Whoa whoa
Boys do what they can
Girls do what they want
Whoa whoa
Boys do what they can
"Edward, your phone is ringing." I dug through my jacket pocket, trying to find the device that was ringing. Bella smirked, her hands on her hips, "Where's your phone, Edward?" She reached into her own pocket, and pulled out a small device. How she knew my number, I'd never know. The phone started ringing again but this time, the lyrics were ten times more embarrassing.
Sometimes I try to hide
What I feel inside
And I turn around
You're with him now
I just can't figure it out
Tell me why
You're so hard to forget
Don't remind me
I'm not over it
Tell me why
I can't seem to face the truth
I'm just a little too not over you
Let's just say…Bella found my phone before I did.
Loved, loved, LOVED writing this chapter…lol. And I bet you guys are excited with the progress of Bella's feelings so she can stop acting like such a ho and get with Edward! Lol. At least that's my opinion!
As always, thanks for reading! And thanks to our beta, Kathy for being awesome and editing this so quickly!
Holla! (I won't do that again, I promise),
ashel-13
Yes, babe, please, DO NOT do it again. So, our Beta/editor/mind coach would like us to host a contest. We want to see what you guys think, but here is what the general idea of the contest is.
Kathy, and I'm sure some of you would agree, thinks that there needs to be a "Breaking Dawn Wedding Night Contest."
Basically, fill in the blanks of what happened between Edward and Bella from the time we leave them in the water, to the next morning. Would anyone be interested? If so, just leave us a review, or a little tag in your review, or PM us, and for those of you who know our email, THEN EMAIL US!
See you soon,
Hayden