Long ass A/N at the end.
BPOV
The weather was particularly crappy when I woke the following morning. I was feeling more than a bit hung over. I opened my eyes, cautiously, taking in my surroundings. I was in my bedroom. I lifted up my covers, taking note that someone put me in pajamas. I sat up in bed, resting my feet over the side of the bed. I ran my fingers through my hair, something in the pit of my stomach was afraid to leave the safety of my bedroom; though I couldn't quite remember just why I felt anxious.
I slid out of bed, stepping gently on the cold hardwood floors of my bedroom. Each step toward the bathroom, echoed loudly in my head. "How on earth can foot steps sound so loud?" I ask myself. Even the creaking of the door sounded abnormally loud. I turned on the harsh lights, being blinded momentary by pain. I quickly turned them off and pee'd in the dark. I turned on the shower allowing the hot steamy air to clear my mind.
I tested the lights again, this time allowing my eyes time to adjust. Blinking a few times, I removed my pajamas and noticed a large bruise on my hip and some scrapes on my thigh. I thought back to yesterday again, trying to remember what I had done. Nothing but bits and pieces- glimpses of the day appeared, still nothing that would tell me how I harmed myself.
I remembered Edward being an over barring and possessive. In a way I understood his discord, but who was he to tell me what I could and couldn't do? Not that I would ever do drugs, but I had to agree with Alice, I would drink eventually, right? So better to have it be with Edward, then without, right?
Stepping into the shower, the hot water felt relaxing as it eased away the soreness in my shoulders and back. The steam broke my foggy mind after only a few moments and I vaguely remember arriving home last night. Charlie had been working late and if I remember correctly, Renee was waiting up for me when I arrived home from Jasper's house...drunk as a skunk.
I sort of remember begging, pleading, crying, and using guilt to get Renee to not tell Charlie I'd been drinking. If Charlie knew, I'd be grounded for life, which I could not handle. Being away from Edward for a few hours was hard enough. If I had to go for days, I'd go insane.
My stomach dropped with the new enlightenment. "I wonder if Renee ratted me out? What if she did? Oh God," I thought. "I can't face them!" My internal bantering went on until I heard a knock on the door. I jumped not expecting anyone to be awake yet.
"Hurry up, honey." Renee spoke softly.
I washed my hair and shaved my legs. As I was washing my body, I pretended my hands were Edward's. Gliding them gently over my breasts and stomach, I grazed my hand over the inside of my thigh and silently moaned. I began to gently rub my clit, soon bringing me to a dull orgasm. The pressure of the blood rushing to my head caused me to become light headed, combined with the weakness in my legs. I had to steady myself on the shower wall. Not as good as Edward's but for now, it'll have to do.
I wrapped myself in a large towel, and quietly opened the bathroom door. I was greeted by a rush of cold air that gave me goose bumps, making the fact that I just shaved one hundred percent, pointless. I heard the water running downstairs, my heart started to pound quickly. "Was Charlie up? Is he pissed?" Damn I should have never cut class. "Shit, what if they know I cut?" I calmed down a bit when I heard Renee happily humming.
Glancing out my window, I took note that the rain had turned to a mixture of snow and ice. I involuntarily shivered at the thought of walking outside today. My only motivation for getting dressed just pulled up to my house.
My body tingled with excitement as Edward exited his car. He looked up at my window and I smiled widely at him and he winked back. I left the curtain open, turned, and let the towel drop to the floor. I looked over my shoulder to see Edward's jaw drop and his eyes light up with arousal and something else I had never seen before. In seconds I heard the doorbell ring.
I put on a pair of panties and bra, and stood in my closet getting ready to pull on a pair of jeans from their hanger, when my bedroom exploded with a loud voice. "What the fuck are you thinking?!" Edward's voice ricocheted off my skull, causing me to flinch in pain.
"I'm thinking that you're being really loud and it hurts," I said, as I pulled the jeans up over my ass.
"Don't fucking do that shit again. What if someone else saw you? No one is allowed to see that much of your skin...ever. Except me, of course." he said in a slightly softer tone. I heard him walk over to the closet and he wrapped my almost naked body in his arms. I smiled into his chest and breathed in his boyish cologne and his cigarette smell. I stood basking in the fiery burn trailing over my exposed back. "Get dressed before I can't control myself." He said, as he walked to my bed, mentally singing one of his favorite songs.
I sighed in contempt, instantly missing his touch. I felt his eyes on me as his singing turned to humming. I didn't recognize it, but it sounded sad and beautiful. I was putting on my shoes when his humming gave away to the elegant, heartbreaking sound of the piano. As if he was playing the composed piece on a baby grand.
"That's very beautiful, who plays that?" I asked as I stood up and grabbed my backpack.
"Me," he simply stated with arrogance. As if I anyone else could play something so beautiful. The image of Edward's long fingers tickling the ivory keys of a piano filled my mind. Soon my thoughts lead to me on top of the piano and his long talented fingers tickling another precious ivory. "Umm." I said inwardly.
He cleared his throat and smiled knowingly at me. I blushed profusely and opened my bedroom door. Glancing at him standing up from my bed, I couldn't help but notice the very predominate tee-pee in his pants.
Edward walked behind me, opting to take my backpack to cover his... um...issue, and went straight to the car. He left me alone, to face Renee and I was mentally hoping he would have a massive case of blue balls by the end of the day. I walked sheepishly into the kitchen. I wish I knew what she was thinking. Man, I took that gift for granted so much. I wonder if I knock myself on the head again, it'll come back?
"Morning dear," Renee said, as she poured herself a cup of coffee. "I made you some pancakes. Chocolate chip- your favorite," she held out a plate full of food at me.
"Thanks Mom, but Edward is waiting for me. I'll grab something in school. Thanks though." I said. The smell of the food was making my upset stomach, roll and twist in all the wrong ways.
"Hangover?" she bluntly asked.
I looked at her with surprised eyes, "I don't know?" I answered in the form of a question. Truth is I don't know what a hangover feels like so how can to be so sure.
"Headache?" she asked and I nodded yes. "Stomach feels like its going to crawl up your throat?" I nodded yes again, embarrassed that Renee is calling me out. "Yep, hangover. I didn't tell your Dad, but if it happens again, he'll find out."
"Okay." I said barely above a whisper.
"And Bella?" I looked up at her, my guilt ridden eyes meeting her understanding ones, "If it does happen again, there will be no more Edward." My heart dropped and tears started forming in my eyes. I turned quickly and ran out to Edward.
EPOV
Jerking off is fucking pointless. I man handled Mr. Poon last night after dropping Bella off, because she so lovingly seduced me even when I was unconscious, and this morning in the shower. That is three fucking nuts in six hours... and now here I sit, on her bed, hard. And what can I do about it? Not. A. Fucking. Thing.
I watched as her eyes not so discreetly ogled my hard on, her devious smile only made my hard cock throb. If Mr. Poon could, I do believe he'd give up his two best friends for any form of release right now. My nuts however, didn't like this idea much.
I rudely exited her house, not even bothering to say shit to Renee. I figured my hard on would be some what inappropriate, so being rude seemed like the lesser of the two evils. When I got in the Volvo I cursed God for making me such a hormonal fuck, which couldn't even be around his girlfriend without looking like a perverted shmuck. I mean seriously, what's it gonna take to please this monster?
I soon saw Bella running out of her house, she looked upset, and my suspicion was answered as soon as she got in the car. "How could you let me do that shit Edward?! I could have gotten in SO much trouble. What the hell happened last night?"
I grabbed her hand, not to shut her up, per se, but because I knew my touch calmed her. I wanted to badly to just place her hand on my cock, but I think she might get pissed. "Bella I did not want you to drink." I said smugly. "It was your own idea and pig headedness that got you drunk." I looked over at her smiling like an egotistical bastard. She definitely was not amused by my answer.
"True," she deadpanned. "So what happened? I barely remember hearing you guys talk about me, a drive to somewhere, and then coming home to see Renee standing in the living room."
"Well apparently when you're drunk, your talent comes back. Alice and Jasper fucked with you all night, after they recovered from the shock that both of their friends are circus freaks. You got pissed and called out Alice, which didn't go over to well with Jasper, go figure…"
"Wait, called out Alice?" she asked, interrupting my play by play. I looked over to see her biting her nails and her knee nervously bouncing up and down.
"Uh yeah, apparently teasing you about sex isn't the smartest thing to do." I answered, and she turned a bright red. You sat there so stoically, and calmly said "not all girls give blowjobs in bathrooms at drunken parties." Truth be told, bringing that shit up bothered the fuck out of me, but she reserved the right to bring it up.
"Oh my God, I am so sorry." She covered her face with her hands, one still clenching mine tightly. "How am I gonna face them today? I'm such an ass." She sounded on the verge of tears. I hated when she cried.
"Don't sweat it Bella, at the end of the night, we were all fucking peachy, pigging out on pizza." She looked over at me, her eyes pleading with mine to make her shame disappear.
"Really?" she asked as I pulled into the school's parking lot, parking beside Jasper's truck. I pointed over to his truck, where Jasper had Alice on his lap, kissing her passionately. I was pretty sure she had on a skirt, and I was one jealous fucker.
"Really," I said, laughing at the shade of red she turned when she saw the current state of their relationship.
We exited the Mistress and I was battered by a voice. I fucking love that Bella is with me at school. I fucking hated that I couldn't be permanently sewn to her ass, only part of the reason was the possessive asshole in me, most of it was because I was addicted to her fire and cure. I walked quickly to meet her on her side of the car. "Her side," I thought again. I like that.
"My side what?" She asked, opening the door the same time I thought this.
"Nothing, I was just being a sentimental fucktard." I said with a smile, taking her hand in mine.
"Oh," she said, letting go of my hand. She turned around to grab my ball cap off the dash board and placing it on her head. I pulled her pony tail out the back. Looking at her wearing my hat, my body filled with pride. See I didn't need to piss on her to claim her; I just needed to drown her in my shit.
"Here take this, it's getting cold." I pulled off my jacket, placing it on her shoulders. The hormonal fuck inside me grabbed her around the waist pulling her into my chest. I tipped her chin and pressed my lips hard against hers. She moaned into my mouth as she threw her arms around my neck, she was pulling me in closer now, assaulting my mouth with hers. Tangling her little hands into my hair, I pulled her even closer and rubbed my growing hard-on, on her stomach.
"Hey asshat," I heard Jasper say from behind us. "Wanna borrow the truck?" he laughed.
I broke the kiss from Bella, her face was a flush pink sex color. "Jasper, Alice?" she spoke in a childish whisper. "I'm sorry. Ya know, about yesterday. I was…"
"Bella, don't worry about it. Jasper was being a dick, and well, it was my fault for not telling him to begin with. You have no reason to be sorry." Alice said, as she pulled Bella into a hug. Bella smiled unconvincingly at the two of them.
"I told you to not worry." I whispered in her ear. Pointing to Jasper and Alice's connected hands. "Their relationship is like ours. They love each other regardless of the flaws."
"You don't have any flaws," she whispered in my ear, sending chills down my back. God, I loved this girl.
After our morning smoke, the four of us walked into school, I reluctantly let go of Bella at her first period class. True to my nature, I kissed her with as much passion as I could, warning the other pubescent teenage fucks to back off, she is mine.
"I bet she's cheating on me, stupid whore."
"I want to break up with Eric, he's so lame."
"Lauren's ass looks good in those skinny jeans."
Fuck my life! I tried to follow the "frequencies" as Bella called them, only for my head to being hurting more then it was before. I dug in my pocket, placing the Valium on my tongue and dealt with the fuckers invading my mind. You would think mind reading would be cool as shit... right? Yeah, not so much. I didn't get how Bella missed it. I mean, fuck I'd trade with her any day!
I attempted to listen to the teacher, drone on about seventeenth century poetry, when I heard my name being called over the loud speaker. "This can't be good," I thought to myself. I packed up my books, and slung my backpack over my shoulder. I figured I was being called down because of skipping yesterday. "Bella. Fuck." I picked up my pace to the office, praying I wouldn't see her there.
I sat uneasily in the hard plastic chair, waiting for the principal to call me back to his office. The secretary was giving me the stink eye and I shifted uncomfortably. Her thoughts however, gave nothing away as to why I was here. I'm not a dumb ass, I'm about ninety-seven percent sure it was ditching school yesterday. The other three percent prayed, to who the fuck ever, that this visit was not about that, if it was, Bella was going to be in deep shit. I seriously need to think shit through before I do it. But then again, that has always been my problem; act now, think later. To hell with the consequences.
"Edward Cullen." He called from his door. I stood, shoving my hands in my pockets and walked slowly to his office. As I turned into his office the voice I heard, was not one I was expecting.
"This is for the best. This is the right thing to do. He'll be better off once he sees things with a clear mind." Esme sat in one of the leather chairs, nervously bouncing her knee and fidgeting with her purse.
"Mom?" I questioned. Panic and anger filled my body. "What the fuck is going on?" I questioned her inside my mind. The thought that she couldn't hear me escaped my logic as I stood there waiting for an answer that would never come.
"Please sit." Mr. Aro, our principal, gestured toward an open seat next to Esme. I sat hesitantly never taking my eyes off my mother. She looked worn and tired. Her eyes were swollen and blotchy red, and her nose was raw from crying. "Edward, it has come to our attention that you've been skipping classes."
BPOV
I hate school. I never thought I'd hear myself say that. Grant it, I hadn't really enjoyed it before, but it was tolerable. Not anymore. I wanted Edward. I felt anxious and lost without him. I longed to hear what people thought of us being together. I wanted to know if all the girls still wanted him. I wanted to know what the God damned answer was to this question on my pop quiz.
It had been an hour since I'd seen Edward and something in the pit of my stomach gnawed like a dog on a bone. I hurried and finished my quiz, turning it in knowing the likelihood of me passing was close to none. "What I wouldn't give to have my gift back." I thought. How ironic is that? My whole life I wanted nothing more to not have it, now I don't, and I want it. This past week has been harder than I thought it would be. I guess my good grades weren't really because of my own intelligence.
The bell rang and I quickly made my way out to the hallway to wait for Edward.
"Oh, sorry," I heard a voice say as she bumped my shoulder from behind, causing me to stumble forward. It was Jessica.
"Watch it." I said, steadying myself. Anger burned in my chest, I hadn't forgotten what she did to me before in bio class. To say my anger toward her was strong was a gross understatement.
She turned, facing me with a snarl, she brought her arm back, my eyes widened as I realized what she was about to do. I dropped my books just as her fist made contact with my right eye. My head jerked back with the force of her punch, causing my head to hit the lockers beside me. I couldn't think straight, I knew I should defend myself, but truth is I didn't know how. I felt her fist hit me again. I did the only thing I could think of, I dropped to the ground and covered my face.
People started crowding around us. Their voices jumbling together, chanting "fight, fight fight…"and then I heard Edward off in the distance. "Bella!"
I felt Jessica being pulled off me, and heard Mr. Banner tell someone to escort her to the office. Edward engulfed me in his arms and held me close to his chest, his touch soothing me with sparks and flames. I finally opened my eyes to see Alice and Jasper kneeling on the floor beside Edward. Standing above us was the beautiful blonde every guy wanted Rosalie, and the gentle bulky football player from bio, Emmett.
"Tomorrow, after school, that girl is mine," Rosalie said, looking at Alice. Alice nodded her head, then Rosalie walked way, Emmett following close behind her.
Edward led me to the nurse where she placed an ice pack over my bruising eye. My head throbbed, and blood seeped from my head where my stitches still were not completely healed.
"I'm sorry I got blood on your hat." I said to Edward. He growled in response. Ever since we made it to the office, he has yet to think of anything but the violent death of Jessica. "Are you mad at me?" I questioned. His face looked angry as he traced circles on my hand.
"Why would I be mad at you?" he sneered, his eyebrows furrowing together. I shrugged my shoulders answering him silently. "I promise I'm not fucking pissed at you, alright." His words were not so comforting, as he rolled his eyes and held his head low.
I couldn't understand his demeanor. Yeah, I get that he's pissed at Jessica, but why is he being so distant? My heart started to beat faster, anxiety gripped my chest, and my head became light with the exceeded amount of blood being rushed to my brain. Of course, how could I have been so naive? "Oh God," I whispered to myself, releasing his hand to grip my chest. I knew he was too good to be true. I was now going to be the laughing stock of school. He wouldn't want to be with me
"What the fuck?" His head snapped up looking at me shocked. "Bella, why in the fuck are you thinking such stupid shit?
Seriously, the crude opinions of some piss ants are not going to make me leave you. Do you honestly think so little of me?"
"No, I don't think little of you."
"Then shut the fuck up with that nonsense."
"What's up your ass?!" I yelled at him looking him directly in the eyes. I knew something was going on, and it was more than just me, for the lack of better words, getting my ass kicked.
"Can we talk about this later?" His eyes pleaded with mine. His shoulders slumped in defeat, and if I didn't know better, I would have said Edward Cullen looked liked he was about to cry.
"No, tell me now, it's not like anyone can hear us." When he looked at me with such disdain I was afraid I truly did not want to know the answer.
"My parents are divorcing and I have to move back to New York with Esme." I sat in shock as a lone tear fell its way down Edward's face.
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