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NeedForChange22: I'm not sure. I've only got it outlined to about chapter twenty-two. So…we'll see where it goes from there.
While I stood in the lunch line in front of Nikolai, who was rambling on about some new video game that came out, I was staring at the goo in front of me on my plate. How in the hell did we not have a couple lawsuits against our school? This had to make someone sick. Whatever the fuck it was.
"Nick?"
Obviously, I must've interrupted him because I could see him out of my peripherals glare me down before he huffed: "Yes?" Well, excuse me. Your video game is so fucking cool. It is great that you sit in front of the TV for hours while I am out getting some and having some real fun. Of course, I didn't say this. Otherwise, Nikolai would probably ramble on about the pros and cons of video games.
"What the hell is this shit?" I pushed the plate towards him, pointing to the mass of jelly-like noodles.
He looked at me as if I just asked what two plus two was. "It's…spaghetti, Bella."
I stared at it, my head cocked to the side and groaned. "I'm going to get food poisoning one of these days, I swear because this is not spaghetti. This is shit that was formed to look like noodles and then some throw up on top."
After I said it, even I groaned at the image and then chuckled. Ah, I bet that made Nikolai shit his pants. Sure enough, after I glanced over my shoulder towards him, he was green in the face. That's right motherfucka. That's what you get for stealing my nickname from Alice. Ok, that was a little immature. That was several days ago but still…I can have some fun.
Once I got to the cashier—a little baffled as to why I had to pay for possibly throwing up later—I fumbled with my purse, pulled out my wallet and found…nothing. God, did Hayden get some money without asking again? Jesus. He's like a little kid sometimes. And of course, they don't let us charge.
Sometimes this happened but usually, Hayden would be following right behind me like a sick little puppy and then pull out some money for me. He was late for some reason today, though and now I was screwed.
Nikolai pulled up next to me, counting something on the back of his milk carton. What…the…fuck? Either way, I had to degrade myself and ask for his help.
"Nikolai…I need a favor."
He still held his carton close to his face and just looked at me, his thick eyebrows rising. "Yes…?"
"Can I have some money?"
His brow furrowed and his lips pursed in thought. I saw his eye twitch and he pulled his glasses up higher on the bridge of his nose even though they didn't need to be. He clicked his tongue, reached into his back pocket and then pulled out some crisp ones.
"Sure, I guess," he mumbled.
"Thank you, Nikolai," I tried to say as sweetly as I could. I even decided to be extra nice and put my hand on his arm, leaned forward and placed a chaste peck on his cheek. Pulling back, his face reddened to the color of a tomato and I chuckled and shook my head before snatching the money. I bet I just made his nerdy little life!
Suddenly, Nikolai let out a grunt and he was removed from my peripherals. What the hell?
"What the fuck, man?" I heard Hayden's voice yell. Ohhh fuck. Turning around, I saw several students stand off in shock in the line while Hayden held Nikolai up a couple inches off the ground, his grip tight on the nerd's polo. Nikolai looked like he five seconds away from pissing on himself.
I knew these little outbursts Hayden had and they've become less controllable every time. But, really? Nikolai? Like he would try anything with me.
I took two long strides towards them and held onto Hayden's bulging bicep, which seemed to be shaking beneath my touch.
"Hayden, baby. Come on. Calm down, sweetie."
"Why were you kissing him?" He said between clenched teeth. Some development happened though, I noted; his bicep stopped shaking.
"I was just trying to be nice, baby. He paid for my lunch. Come on, please. Put him down before the security guards gets here. Do you want to be suspended again? That's more time away from me."
I saw his teeth clench again and he jerked Nikolai, eliciting a whimper from the nerd.
"I can pay for her, nerd. Got that?" He let go of him without warning, causing Nikolai to stumble and fall to the ground. He looked pleadingly at me and even with our past relationship, I still wanted to reach out and hug him. But that would only make things worse.
Normally, Hayden at least had some warning before he did this. It built up. But he just snatched Nikolai like he was a rag doll. Was it because things have been strained between us since he's been saying he loves me?
Hayden turned to me, looming over me, especially with his rigid, angry stance. I reached up, stroked his hot cheek and kissed him softly, hoping that would calm him down like it always did. After a couple seconds, his hands wound around my waist like so many times before and I knew that he was lucid again.
"You okay, baby?" I whispered against his lips, brushing against them.
He didn't say anything and just nodded, his forehead moving against mine. I took a careful step backward, held onto his hands and extracted them from around my waist. His hand jerked and for a moment I felt fear. I was never scared of him. Even when he had these moments, I knew he wouldn't hurt me but for a moment, I actually was. What was happening?
His hand circled around my waist again and he pulled me flush against him. I felt wrong. He was sweaty and too hard and for once, I didn't feel comfortable.
"I love you so much," he whispered into my ear. There was no love in his voice though. There was desperation. I knew that he was slowly losing the grasp on our relationship and it scared the living shit out of him.
I pulled back and tried to leave his arms but he wouldn't let me and again, I felt that spike of fear that was unfamiliar, unwelcome. He just pulled me tighter against him and rested his forehead on my shoulder, a heavy sigh leaving his lips and coating my collarbone in hot air.
In math class, I was still flustered and confused from Hayden's near meltdown today but I struggled to pay attention to what Alice was saying. It was hard, though. All I could think about what the utter desperation in his voice when he whispered he loved me. I stopped writing what Alice had on the overhead, dropped my pencil and put the palms of my hands against my forehead, my head lowered in defeat. Now I was worried that if I broke up with him, he may hurt himself. He seemed as if he were at that point.
I eventually just zoned Alice out and doodled random things on my paper, hoping that she would finish so I could talk to her. Not really about Hayden, though. I just wanted to talk to her, to have all of her attention on me. It helped with any situation and just made everything…better.
About halfway through the period, she stopped and assigned the homework which I wrote down but knew I wouldn't do until tomorrow morning.
I looked up, my hand beneath my chin and met Alice's eyes. Her brow creased in worry and I didn't hesitate a second; I stood and walked over to the chair next to hers, and turned my body towards her.
"You okay, honey?" She placed a hand on my knee, which was close to hers and I fought to control my breathing despite the effect her touch had on me. It was embarrassing, really. "You looked like you were about to cry."
Me? Cry? Never. I haven't cried since Edward. Crying means you're weak. Fuck that.
"I just…something happened today. I don't really want to talk about it, though." I gave her a small smile.
She paused and just looked at me for a moment. God, her eyes were beautiful. In fact, her face was just insanely perfect. I felt that need to kiss her again like in the restaurant. I reflexively leaned back; worried that if I didn't think about it, I would kiss her and that would just be bad all around. Her hand slid off my knee and rested on her lap instead. Instantly, I felt cold; not just on my knee but all over.
"Maybe you could talk to your father about what's going on? Or your mother?"
I shook my head. "My Mom lives down in Florida. Plus, if I got her on the phone, we'd talk about my problem for five minutes and then she'd ramble on about something unimportant for the next hour." She smiled and I bit my lip at the sight, and then continued. "I can't talk to my Dad either. He left today to do something for work in Seattle for a week."
Her brow furrowed. "So are you home alone for a week?"
Probably not. After today, I'd most likely have to do some salvaging of Hayden and have him sleep over. Whether or not that included sex, I'd have to consider later. "Pretty much," I muttered, wanting to keep Hayden out of our conversation.
"That's so dangerous. What if someone breaks in? Do you have enough food?"
I smiled, warmed by her overwhelming concern for me. I nodded and was about to respond before she said: "I could cook for you, honey."
What? An image of Alice in an apron with flour in various spots around her face and her hands expertly, caressing and kneading the dough popped in my head. I grit my teeth and squirmed in my seat.
"Really? That'd be uh, sweet of you."
She smiled. "Well, most teenagers can only cook soup or toast." She giggled and I kept it to myself that I'd actually do very well on my own and could probably cook just as well as she could.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, honey. I got nothing planned."
Alice. At my house. In my kitchen. With me. Totally alone. My throat felt dry at the thought and I swallowed loudly.
"Um, sure. Just…let me, uh, give you my address then," I stuttered out and then fumbled for a pen on her desk. Alice…at my house. With no one else there. Whew.
"I'm actually excited to cook with you," Alice started. "I tried cooking with Emmett the other day and he just got so sidetracked so I had to do everything myself."
Ew. Emmett. "Yeah? Well, boys usually get sidetracked with everything." She laughed and agreed, then took the slip away from me.
"Everything except for sports," she responded while her chocolate eyes scanned over my slip. I wondered if she thought my handwriting was too sloppy compared to her beautiful, perfect writing. But when she looked up to meet my gaze, I didn't see any judgmental expression floating in her soft eyes.
"My father's like that."
"Are you close to him?"
"As close as I can be. He's a little awkward," I said with a chuckle.
"All parents are different, honey. But I'm sure if you cheered his team on during the game, he'd think the world of it."
I smiled and nodded. "Yeah."
"Maybe when he gets back, you can try it."
"Hopefully," I said and then paused. "Not everyone has a perfect relationship with their parents like you. I'm envious."
She scoffed and shook her head. "It was bumpy at first, believe me. I was a rebel during my teenage years like my other brother. I grew out of it. He didn't, though. Anyway, Carlisle forgave me as soon as I apologized and everything slowly got back to normal. People who love you are always there no matter how much you mess up. That's why he's so amazing."
"I hope the person I marry is like that."
She smiled. "I'm sure you'll find someone, honey."
Alice and I worked well in the kitchen together. Well…as best as I could considering what she was wearing. She had changed into a pair of short Daisy Dukes and a white blouse that hugged onto her curves at all the right places. No matter how hard I tried, my eyes always seemed to drift to her breasts poking out from the v-cut in her shirt or her long ass muscular legs. The familiar throb was there, of course but not as strongly as other times. We had the radio on quietly so that it was just in the background and we didn't have to shout at each other for a conversation.
I thought she was going to text me before she came over but of course, because it's me, when she showed up in her awesome outfit, I was wearing some old sweats and Hayden's football sweatshirt and looked absolutely hideous. And Alice, being Alice, didn't say anything mean at all. God, can anyone be this nice and actually be real?
As we waited for the pasta to cook, I showed her around the house. She nodded and said nice things of course and then she turned to me and said, "What about your room?" and the throb screamed inside me.
As I opened the door to my room for her, I was silently happy that I was actually wearing sweatpants. If I was wearing shorts, she'd be able to see how wet I was starting to get just from that one remark. But as if she was reading my mind, the first thing she did when she got in my room was walk over and sit on my bed in that tight white shirt and short ass cut-off jeans. I had to grip the doorknob of my door and take a couple breaths at the sight. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Breathe, Bella, breathe.
Her eyes roamed around my room and she smiled softly. "This is a cute room, Bella." After a second, she looked at me with dark eyes.
That need to kiss her was blaring at me right now and I had to grip the door for dear life to keep myself there.
"What was that? Oh. I think I heard the timer for the pasta. W-why don't we go check on that? I-I-I will go." I quickly said and before she had time to respond, I raced downstairs to the kitchen. With my hands on the counter and my head bent, I breathed quickly, trying to maintain a grip on myself.
I was wet from seeing and hearing my teacher ask to go to my room. I was wet from seeing her in short cut-off jeans, revealing her long and sexy legs. Why was I wet? She was a girl. She didn't have a dick. I desperately wished I had told Angela now and asked for her advice.
I splashed some cold water on my face, hoping that I would cool me down. Hearing her soft footsteps on the stairs, I quickly grabbed the paper towels and dried off my face, then tossed it in the trash can before she came into view…shining brightly with that damn smile.
"The pasta ok?"
The pasta? What? I glanced at it on the stove and then did a double take as if it wasn't there before. "Uh, yeah. It's uh, it's good." God should just smite me right now. I just had such a miserable, embarrassing existence. I shuffled along to the pasta and checked on it. "Yeah, it's fine." But I'm fucking not. I'm a blubbering fucking mess right now.
"Looks like you didn't really need my help. You pretty much made that thing by yourself," she said from behind me.
"Well, of course. You don't know your way around my house. If we were at your house, it'd be the same with me," I retorted and then grimaced. What? Did I just invite myself to her house? Fucking idiot. That's so fucking rude.
She was quiet for a second and I wondered if she was watching what I was doing. Please don't let me fuck this up. Don't spill anything. Don't trip over anything. Just breathe and operate like a normal fucking human being.
The radio started playing "Bad Romance" by Lady Gaga and I heard Alice softly hum in tune with the song.
"It's okay. You can sing," I said and then glanced over my shoulder to see her smile and shake her head.
"Oh, no. I don't even know the words to this song, except for the chorus. I don't get why a song that goes 'rah-rah-ah-ah' and 'roma-roma-mamma' is as popular as it is."
Ah, she's so cute. I started giggling and a few seconds later, she started too as well.
"What? What is it?" She said while lightly giggling.
"You just—you just sounded really funny when you said that."
She furrowed her brow and pretended to be offended. "Excuse me, missy. Are you making fun of my singing?"
I smiled and laughed softly. "Yes, I think I am."
She scoffed and turned it up a little louder as it was nearing the chorus. "I am a fantastic singer, thank you very much," she said before she walked up next to me, near the sink and very seriously, looked me straight in the eye and started singing along with Lady Gaga. All I could do was smile and watch her try and remain serious through the whole thing. Alice sounded amazing, of course. I wouldn't expect anything less, considering it's her and she's perfection.
I couldn't hold in my laughter too long and eventually, I broke and subsequently, she did as well. Damn, her laugh was like a fucking melody. I reached over, stretching myself to turn down the music a bit so I could hear her better. Damn. Nothing could sound as angelic as that. I shook my head, amazed that she was this perfect and still single. And better yet, how was I with her right now? I certainly didn't deserve it.
"So, now that you've seen my award winning performance," she teased and I just giggled as I stirred the pasta. "You still think I'm a bad singer?"
"No, no," I muttered and put a dab of spices on the pasta. "I think you actually sound good. Phenomenal, for lack of a better word." I glanced at her to see her lick her bottom lip, then bite on it as she took in my words. She was serious for a moment and looked in deep thought but when she raised her gaze and met my eyes, she suddenly smiled.
"Well, thank you."
"You're welcome."
The song changed to "Sexy Bitch" and I tried hard not to chuckle at the timing of the situation. Alice sipped her water next to me, intently watching what I was doing as if it was the most fascinating thing in the world.
"So, what do you have planned for the week since you're all alone?" She paused and then smirked. "Going to throw a huge party?"
I snorted. "Ah, no. I don't have the patience for idiots." She laughed and I smiled, basking in the sound.
"Who do you have the patience for?" she asked before taking a sip of her drink.
You. "I don't know," I said, stalling for time. "People who know what they want in life. People who actually work hard and don't whine and bitch." Oh shit. I creased my brow and looked apologetically at her.
She just raised her hand as if to cut me off. "It's OK. I hear cussing all the time. I'm not offended by it. I curse as well. In fact, I have quite the potty mouth."
My jaw tightened at her sentence as images of her talking dirty shot off in my head. Hm, fuck. My grip on the kitchen counter tightened while I tried to calm down the almost painful throbbing between my legs. I didn't want Alice to leave, of course, but fuck I was so horny.
"I think this is done," I practically squeaked out. She set down her glass and helped me turn it over into a colander with the hot water running over it and within a couple minutes, we were sitting at the dining table, facing each other. She had a glass of wine because I offered some and since I'm underage, I had a wine glass filled with milk in front of me. The age difference between the two of us suddenly felt embarrassing and suffocating.
"Thank you for coming over and helping me, Alice."
She nodded as she stuck some pasta in her mouth. Some sauce was on the corner of her lip and just before I was about to tell her, her tongue snaked out and sensually licked it off and then proceeded to lick the bottom of her lip as well.
Fuck my life. I squirmed in my seat, painfully aware of how strained my body was.
"You're welcome. And if there's anything you need at all this week, don't be afraid to call me, ok?"
I nodded and watched her put another forkful of pasta in her mouth. Jesus Christ. It's like a fucking porn video. Taking a few deep breaths, I forced myself to look away and focus on my pasta. Shove fork on pasta, lift, put in mouth. Repeat. Look away from Alice. Dear God, look away from Alice. Fuck.
"Who's your girl crush?" I spat out without fucking thinking. My fucking hormones are nasty little bitches that fuck up my brain! Oh damn it. Just kill me right fucking now.
I looked up to see her choke for a moment on her pasta and then quickly drink some of her wine to help. Finally, with teasing eyes she responded. "My what, Bella?"
"Girl crush?" I muttered meekly.
Her lips were pulled into a smirk and she looked at me for a moment and I swear, I thought she was about to say, "Wtf? Who the fuck says that?"
Instead, she shook her head for a moment and then giggled. "I um, wow. I haven't heard of that term since college."
Did she experiment in college? She seems adventurous enough. I think maybe she has. Oh, no. Don't think. Don't fucking think about that. Shit. I squirmed in my seat, whimpering at how helplessly my body was controlling me right now. I swear, it was like the fucking Nile River right now.
"I guess… Missy Peregrym. She's the girl from Stick It, I believe," she answered calmly and collectively as though she were answering a question about the weather.
I suppose that's a good answer. I didn't like Missy Peregrym though. At certain points of the film, my friends and I both thought that she resembled me a little, which pissed me the fuck off. She was up on the big ass screen, ripped beyond belief and had one of the best bodies I've seen. It was like she was taunting me. We resembled each other slightly but she was sexy and had an amazing body while I was average in every aspect.
"Oh. Hm. That's a good movie."
She took another bite of her pasta and then eyed me for a couple seconds. "Where did that come from?" she asked before taking a sip of her wine.
Because I can't fucking think straight. Literally. And you're driving me hormonally insane so I just blurted out whatever the fuck came to mind. "Uh, nowhere. My girlfriend Angela and I were discussing it t-the other day and I was just wondering." What? That sounded like I think about her outside of school. Which I do. But still. "A-And we're thinking about doing a poll. So…that's why I asked." A fucking poll? Where the hell is it gonna go, Bella? The Lesbian Fucking Times?
"Really? What are the other options?"
Options? What? "Uh, Megan Fox, Jessica Alba, Olivia Wilde, Kiera Knightly, a-and Kate Beckinsale."
"Who would you choose?"
Well, can I choose all of them, actually? "Uhm. Olivia. Maybe Megan."
A small smile crept onto her lips before she took another sip of wine. "I couldn't date Olivia or Megan. I'd feel too ugly standing next to them because they are just so gorgeous, you know?"
Date? A girl crush is someone you'd sleep with if you have the chance. Not date. What the fuck? Did Angela tell this to me wrong? "Nah. I think you'd be fine. You know what I think; you should be a model." Ok, that might've sounded better before in the classroom several days ago. But not while we're sitting a foot away from each other, our legs brushing against each other beneath the table as she sips her wine and looks up at me with dark eyes.
She smiled. "Thank you, Bella. I think you should as well. You've got a great face for it."
My teeth clenched and I grasped onto my cool drink before chugging some of it down. Did she just pretty much say she thinks I'm beautiful? Only beautiful people work in the modeling business, right? Taking the glass away from my mouth, I smiled and said, "Thank you." We needed to get off this topic before I jumped up and did a 'happy dance' right in front of her. "So, why are you intrigued by vampires? You mentioned before, that you love 'Interview with a Vampire'."
She smirked and then bit the bottom of her lip. Fuck. My. Life. Instead of looking at her, I busied myself with shoving food in my mouth while I listened.
"How can you not be intrigued by vampires, Bella? They look like humans, who have the chance of saving themselves before hell comes along but in actuality, they're demons, waiting and brewing inside the façade before they have a chance to rip out and kill you. And some of the powers they have. Well, they're different versions of vampires but essentially, they're made to be seductive and enthralling. It's just ironic that once you feel safe and comfortable because you're most likely about to have sex with him, the guy rips your throat out."
I looked up at her under my lashes, a perplexed look across my face and she giggled.
"I wrote a research paper about Anne Rice's book in college so it's kind of stuck with me. Especially since I had to write ten pages."
I dropped my spoon with a clank. It was hard enough to write four fucking pages. "Really?"
She nodded gravely. "It's hard; I'm not going to lie. But I have faith in you. I think you'll do fine, honey," she said and ended it with a reassuring touch of her hand on mine. Tingles spread through my whole arm and danced across my shoulders. Not helping the situation right now. Still, I didn't want to offend her and kept my hand beneath hers for the agonizing seven seconds that she did and let out a breath once she moved it.
"I think even if the vampire does have powers, you can resist him on some level. Every human being can resist temptation."
"Really, Bella? What about the people who cheat?"
I shook my head and swallowed the food in my mouth. "There is always a moment. There's that moment where you think in your head, 'I can resist this. I can either give in or resist this'. Whether drunk or high or whatever there is always a moment."
"And which way do you go?"
My throat tightened at her words but I knew that she didn't mean it that way. I fought to keep my cool under her watchful gaze. "I've never cheated on anyone. I can't do that to someone I love."
She paused, her glass of wine inches of her plump lips. "What if you're not in love with them?" She asked, keeping eye contact with me and kept it while she drank some wine. Her eyes were dark and that tense energy was radiating off us, like so many times before. I hesitated, keeping eye contact with her but had to break it when I saw her lick her lips, getting any traces of wine. Glancing back up to meet her eyes with shallow breath, I saw a look in her eyes that made me tingle and shiver without her touch.
I had to look away to regain some normal thought process. "Um. If we're both not in love with each other, then its okay, I suppose." I quickly looked up at her and finished. "But if your spouse is in love with you…you shouldn't cause that much hurt to anyone."
She looked at me for a couple moments, biting her lip as she thought hard before she set her glass down and leaned forward a little. Her attention was completely and utterly devoted to me. My heart was racing and I hoped I didn't do anything stupid. "What if you can't help it? Do you believe the whole 'meant-to-be' together theory?"
A beat passed and I answered. "Yes."
She smiled for a moment. "Then what if you're with someone and then you meet that person you're meant to be with? You can't help it. The two of you are meant to be. Fate doesn't care if someone else gets hurt."
While she leaned closer, I could see a clear view of her cleavage but was trying not to look because of my body's current state. With how close we were to each other on the small table, though, it was difficult.
"If you're meant to be, then you are. You have your whole life to be together. You don't have to get together at one exact moment in your life. You'll be meant to be at twenty. And yet, still at thirty or forty." She was intimidating right now and toying with me and guess what, I will fight the fuck back. I leaned forward as well, our faces not inappropriately close but close enough that if I focused, I could see the details of her eyes. And if I wanted to think clearly, I was really not fucking able do that. "It gives you enough time to let down your spouse gently so you can date the other without any guilt on your conscience."
Alice narrowed her eyes as she considered my response and for a moment, we just looked at each other. The need to kiss her was suffocating. I was drowning in ache for some physical contact and I knew that my state was because of her. As much as that freaked me out, I accepted it finally.
"You want to go clean up?" She whispered, momentarily looking at my lips for a second. Why was she…looking there? Did she? What? No. She didn't feel that right now too. Did she? The darkness in her eyes suggested that maybe she did and my heart raced at the thought.
We bought jumped at the sudden ring of the house phone and her eyes left me entirely to grab her plate and walk to the kitchen, giving me a view of her ass in the tiny shorts. What the fuck?! Who the fuck was calling me? I will beat their fucking asses into the ground! I stood and walked as calmly as I could to phone while seething and answered it with a tight grip. "What?!"
"Hey, kiddo. Just wanted to check on you. How're you?" Charlie said over the phone. Ohhh father. How I loathe you right now.
"I-I'm just great." Just trying not to think of ways to murder you right now.
"All right. Don't have any parties or anything, ok? Or have any boys sleep over, especially Hayden. So I'll talk to you later, all right?"
"Yeah."
"Bye, bud," he said before I heard the click of the phone. Well, Hayden can sob all he fucking wants to me. Charlie clearly said that no boys could sleep over. Well at least one good thing came out of the call.
"You got some sauce on your lip, honey," Alice said flatly in a glance to me and then busied herself with picking up the dirty dishes off the stove. That's what she was looking at?
What. The. Fuck. I sighed, closing my eyes and accepted the fact that my life would forever be on the shit list.
Alice and I had a system going of cleaning the dishes. I would clean them somewhat in the sink and she would grab them and put them in the dishwasher. We chatted idly about things but mostly, we just worked silently with the music going in the background. Normally, I hate silences. But with Alice, it was still comfortable. Well, as comfortable as it could be with the tsunami going on in my pants.
The wine hadn't affected her much but she was more relaxed than usual. She would kid around and make jokes or embarrass herself and all I could think about was how cute she was. Cute, sexy, intelligent, and nice. How could anyone be so perfect?
This thought quickly dissipated though when I felt some cool water droplets hit my hair and collarbone. I turned my head to glare at her but she had the most adorable sheepish grin on that I couldn't even pretend to be upset. Instead, I just splashed some of the water in the sink at her. She shrieked and I just laughed.
"I don't think you want to get in this, Bella. You get at me and I will hit you back twice as hard," she warned with a playful undertone.
"Oh. I'm shaking with fear," I sarcastically returned and she pretended to be offended. A couple minutes passed of us working and I thought that her threat had gone away. That is, until I turned my attention away for a moment to go and change the station. When I turned back to her, a full glass of water was thrown at me and covered Hayden's sweatshirt. I gasped, feeling the hot water seep in while her laughter rang through the kitchen.
"Told you," she said and winked before putting the glass in the dishwasher. "So What" by Pink was now loudly playing in the kitchen and I took off my sweatshirt and walked back to her in just my black t-shirt, which was hardly wet.
"It's ok. That was kind of a cheap move but its ok."
"A cheap move? That was a stealth move." She replied while she leaned down and placed a plate on the bottom rack. "There's a difference, honey."
"Hm. Whatever you say. Hey, can you hand me a paper towel?" I pointed to the towel rack that was a bit of a stretch for her.
"Yeah, sure." She stayed by the dishwasher and instead of walking around to get it, she leaned forward and stretched, her shirt riding up some at the bottom. Oh, this really should be a crime to do this to someone as pretty as her. But I'm a competitive little bitch. I grabbed the nozzle, aimed and pulled the trigger, spraying hot water all over her from her chest to her lower abdomen. She really shrieked this time and jumped and turned to leave me, which just let me soak her back as well and as she ran out of the kitchen, I was able to get some of her shorts too. I laughed hysterically, probably the hardest I've laughed in a while and I could hear her giggling too off in the other room.
"That was a cheap shot!" She yelled from the other room.
"That was a stealth move, Alice!" I laughed quietly until she came in the kitchen. Oh. I guess I should've thought about that.
Her white shirt was completely see-through, showing me her red, sexy bra and her flat stomach. Immediately the dull throb intensified and I had to grip the counter.
"Yeah…can I borrow a shirt? And can we call a truce?" She muttered.
I stared at her plump breasts, oblivious to whatever she was saying. They were so perfectly round and looked so soft. Fuck. I wonder what they'd taste like. Oh! Bad Bella! Stop stop. Bad thoughts! God.
"Um, what?" I mumbled, staring at her washboard abs. Jesus.
"A shirt? Please?"
I blinked rapidly and removed my gaze from her dripping, wet torso and looked at her dark eyes. "Y-yeah. Sure." I let go of the plate in the sink blindly while my eyes stayed glued to her body. The loud clatter of it in the sink startled me and I snapped out of my daze. "What? Um. Follow me. Yeah."
As we entered my room, I tried to control my breathing and reminded myself not to look at her damp, wet body. Ah, motherfucker. She stood off to the side, her hands rubbing her arms while I searched hastily in my drawers for a baggy shirt. Maybe that would help with my problem.
I heard her walk over to my desk but despite my wishes, I stayed focused on the task. One look at her again in her current state and she'd have to yell at me probably to get me focused on anything else.
Finally, I found one of my old, baggy beige camp T-shirts. "Alice." I turned while I was kneeling and tossed it to her, across the room. She let it hang out and nodded approvingly at the design.
"Cute. Did you enjoy it?"
"Enjoy what?"
"Camp."
I stood and leaned against my dresser, idly playing with my hair. "I guess so. I made a couple friends there and we said we'd see each other next year but we didn't. That's actually where I had my first kiss."
I thought she would go to the bathroom to change but next thing I knew, she had her back to me and lifted the shirt slowly up. Ohhhhh my god. My throat dried up and my heart beat furiously inside my chest. "Oh. Uh, I-I'm sorry."
She glanced over her shoulder at me while she fumbled with my shirt. "It's ok, honey. We're both girls."
Ah, yes. But one of us has been experiencing some not-so-straight thoughts lately. And this is just not helping. My eyes traveled down her back, seeing two dimples just above the waistband of her shorts. For some reason, I found that extremely sexy on guys and on her, it was even sexier. Breathe. Don't do anything stupid. Breathe, you fucking idiot.
Finally, she pulled the shirt off her head and I watched it slowly unravel to cover the end of her shorts. She turned and fixed the sleeves of it then smiled at me. "Look good?"
Now, I never understood why guys thought that their girlfriend wearing their shirts or whatever was so sexy. Even they didn't really have a good reason. They just simply said, 'I don't know. It's just really sexy'. Hayden would go crazy over it as well. I just thought it was dumb…until Alice turned around and was wearing my shirt. It was like it was a symbol she was mine. And because the shirt was so big, it was like she wasn't wearing a bra or any shorts. And that was sexy. I had to think of several appropriate sentences in my head first because knowing me; I would just blurt out the most ridiculous thing ever.
"Yeah, it looks great."
She smiled and picked up her sopping wet shirt. "Thanks. So, let's finish cleaning. And no more water fights," she looking pointedly at me, making me giggle. "Now, tell me the story about your first kiss," she added as she stepped past me and left the room. I smiled and followed behind her, eager to share.
I hope you liked it. I for one, fucking adore it. I guess this is pay back because I haven't been giving much Bella/Alice time and have been killing you guys. Haha. Don't worry. The next chapter has more time as well.