CHAPTER 13
BPOV
When I turned round in my bed this morning, I almost expected Edward there with me. What we had shared the other night was so intimate I could hardly describe it. I don't know how long I could keep him in suspense, waiting for a reaction because I was sure I was going to crack soon enough.
It didn't bother me that Jasper was being all puppy doggy with me and then I'd find out he was half shagging Bezzie, the school skank.
Beggars can't be choosers.
I rolled out from under my duvet and sat up in my wide princess bed. Renee had wanted to buy this bed for me, saying she couldn't resist.
Of course, she and my father divorced so now I was stuck with a bed that totally smelled of her perfume.
I had changed the bed so it fit my liking a.k.a dark red and black curtains wrapped around the poles and a dark satin sheet that made your skin tingle, it was so soft.
My alarm clock said it was ten o'clock which counted up as being pretty early from me to wake up. I wasn't due to work until seven in the evening, and on Saturdays I usually slept until eleven earliest.
Charlie had left a note on the table in the kitchen when I went down, fully dressed, saying that there was an emergency down at the question and that he had to leave.
I knew it was a lie. I knew they played cards in his office until sun down and then he'd take his pretty secretary for a drink.
I didn't care what he was up to most of the time. I was his sweet, angel of a daughter.
If only he knew what I was up to with his boss's best friend's son… well, what I USED to get up to. I don't want Jasper Hale to lay a finger on me ever again.
Edward kept running hot and cold. In the dance room he had been all sexy and man of the world, and then after he kissed me he was all, 'yeah, yeah OK, I had my fun now piss off.'
I decided to tell this new information to my best friend Alice.
"Are you sure he isn't just shy?" she asked. I stared at the phone as if it had grown a pair of legs and was tap dancing on the phone table.
"Shy? Edward Cullen, Jay Johns College of Arts Playboy shy? Oh, gimme a break." I muttered. (A/N: Jay Johns College of Art is a college of my invention, because i haven't stated where this story is set so… it's somewhere in England but I'm not sure where.)
"Well… he's only usually shy around girls he likes, and not girls he likes as friends with… benefits." She answered back, and I swear I could see her smirk.
"Maybe. Oh God, I can't wait until Friday! Even if he blows hot and then cold, I swear and going to make him see that he is more than just a friend to me."
"Yeah right! Friends don't snog for about half an hour with her police chief father waiting in the house!" Alice giggled.
"I know. Anyway, I gotta go. My father expects dinner no less, so I have to go on a shopping spree. Thank God I remembered to sneak a £100 note from his wallet or I'd have to rob the shop!" Alice laughed and I hung up, feeling slightly light-headed.
"Organic or not?" I muttered under my breath, holding two packs of Barilla Rigatoni. Charlie was all for the organic food, but when it came to pasta I had no idea what to pick.
I dumped both packets into the shopping basket and scanned my list. Next in line was tinned tomato.
I was looking at the great expanse of Italian hot food when I felt someone standing behind me, and I turned unwillingly around.
Jasper was standing there, holding two bottles of red wine and a bottle of cognac. When he saw me looking at him, he glanced down almost embarrassed to have been caught out.
"Hello Bella." He muttered, and the tone of his voice flashed back to the day in his room, when he told me he loved me.
"Hi." I replied and turned my attention back to the hot food.
Jasper came up behind me and laid a hand on my back.
"I recommend the Focaccia con Olive. One of my favourites." He said, eyes twinkling. It seemed to me like it was all starting again, the day in the market talking about food and then the invitation to dinner… but I didn't want it to start again. I used to think that everything was fantastic with Jasper until I figured out what he really wanted.
"Mmm, I need to cook dinner for Charlie tonight. And I need some snacks for Friday…" I trailed off, not wanting to tell him about Edward tutoring me.
"Why Friday?" he asked, suspicion crawling into his voice.
"Oh, nothing," I waved my hand, dismissive, "Just someone tutoring me for the dance Jess and I are preparing, last time I was starving but when I got back it was too late to actually cook something, so this person advised to bring some snacks with me so I won't starve to death."
"Oh. Well, I guess I'll leave you to it. Maybe see you on Monday." And he shuffled off into the alcohol department.
I got home and started cooking straight away, something to do, something to take my mind off waiting for Edward to call. I knew he wasn't going to, so why wait and wait? But still, I did.
I cooked pasta with broccoli and then for second I made some sofficini, which was cheese wrapped in grated bread, which in the oven would melt and would taste absolutely lovely.
I hummed a tune under my breath and hadn't realised that it was the tune Edward had been dancing to when I first saw him.
I slid the tray full of sofficini into the hot oven and closed the glass door, smiling to myself.
Maybe for once, things would actually go my way.