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Chapter Eleven
When the alarm clock blared from the nightstand, I hopped up to turn it off. Then I slumped back into the mattress. The past few days have been pretty fucking boring. Jazz works and goes to school.
Bella hangs around with Jake.
Oh, yeah.
Since Bella played her disappearing act...
The next day he showed up mad early, so Bella had no excuse but to chill with him.
She answered the door and seemed happy enough to see him.
Yet, my best friend's baby sister still had a staring problem . . .
Even with Jake here...it just didn't stop.
She's always looking at me; my best bet has been to ignore her.
But she seems to be everywhere I am—much to Jake's dismay.
Bella's looking for a job, and it was going to be a long summer unless she found one. I didn't have a problem with her, as much as I had one with her man—who's always wherever she is now.
For someone who's said to be this tough-guy-hustler, he truly didn't do much and he was a giant pussy.
Then again, he could be around because I am, and he wants to keep an eye on his girl.
I wish he knew . . . I'd keep a good eye on Bella . . . I have been.
He's a piece-of-shit. I wished she'd just get rid of him already.
"You up?" Jazz came barging in, likely just home from school. He has class insanely early, and then he works afternoons and some nights. "Cool." He closed the door, and I heard him stomping down the hall.
Jasper had told me to take a few days for myself. I needed to get settled, but I was actually looking forward to starting work today.
It was a quarter after eleven. It wasn't that early but since I've been out of the service, I'm staying up late and sleeping later . . . Well, I've actually been staying up nights to read and get a little quiet, private time.
Then I sleep late . . . to avoid Bella—mainly Jake.
She waits around for me to wake up but only until around noon before she eventually goes to chill by Alice's pool with her boyfriend . . . where she keeps insisting I come hang out.
My new favorite thing to do is play with my iPhone. Jasper hooked me up to Facebook, and he added all these people we'd gone to school with to my friends list. It's kind of cool. I had no idea how many people remembered me.
I've been chatting a lot with this chick Jessica. We had the same homeroom in ninth grade, and she's still pretty cute. Whenever she messages me, I go look at her pictures . . . In every one she's puckering her lips and her tits are out.
I'm a pervert.
She wants to meet up tonight. Jasper was all for it, asked me to ask her if she had a friend for him.
As it turned out, her friend Lauren remembers Jazz and is excited to come out with us.
I have no idea what we'll do, but with us working the day shift, we'll be out by seven. We'll have plenty of time to get ready, although I have no idea what I'll wear . . . In all honesty, I don't have much besides jeans and Hanes white tees.
Heaving a heavy sigh, I left the bed to gather my toiletries and head to the bathroom.
And I hoped I'd get it in tonight with Jessica, needing to get laid.
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