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We fell easily back into our routine, stealing kisses and lunch time groping sessions—it sounded crude, but if you were there, you wouldn't complain.
He never tried to push me or go any farther than heavy making out. We were at school.
The door didn't have a lock on it—what a disaster it would be if another teacher or student walked in and caught us naked, going at it on Edward's desk? Knowing me—and how Edward made me feel—I assume that not even someone walking in would make me stop.
I sighed lazily as I sat in the music room—waiting for him. Edward. My soul, my heart, my life all in one neat package. I dragged a swivelling, back-less office chair to the piano. The bench had been broken and now sat in a splintered pile of old wood by the door.
Someone should clean that up. I cleared my throat theatrically, cracking my knuckles and shaking my hands out.
I breathed deeply, pretending to be the magnificent pianist I knew I wasn't and would never be.
That didn't stop me from having fun playing. My fingers were even inept—like the rest of my body—missing keys while I tried to play twinkle-twinkle little star.
I sighed, unable to get it right. It shouldn't be as hard as I seemed to make it look. I just stared at the keys before pressing my palm into them.
"That's no way to treat such a beautiful creature." That familiar velvety tone sounded from behind me.
I smiled to myself, not turning. I closed my eyes and waited for his approach. I heard his sluggish footsteps—taking his time. His hands snaked around my waist, his body pressing gently against my back. I smiled, inhaling his luscious scent. "Mmm..." I hummed, agreeing with anything he said when he held me—heck, I'd agree to murdering a litter of puppies.
Which was extremely disturbing and unstable. Well, love was messed up, right? Seriously.
But yet again, I found myself thinking that this was far from messy or unnatural.
It couldn't possibly be, not when it felt so right. His lips moved to my neck, kissing up and down it to my shoulder.
I shuddered, enjoying myself a little too much. Without any warning, he spun the chair around, keeping hold of me so I didn't fall off—I think he had become aware of my clumsiness. His hands glided down my arms to my wrists, guiding my hands to link around his neck. He leaned into me and I leaned back—making a horrible sound on the piano keys.
I giggled against his lips. Our tongues intermingled—sending me into my burning frenzy, as always. I had forgotten about decency—everything.
I unlocked my hands from his neck, bringing them down to my blouse and unbuttoning it all the way down.
He didn't seem to notice until his hands moved up my waist, noticing the loose fabric hanging.
He paused, heaving a sigh into my mouth—his sweet breath brutalised my senses.
I sucked his bottom lip, moaning against his skin. I caught his hands where they were about to pull away from me with my own hands. I pulled them closer to my body, to my waist, over my ribs, then to rest over my bra. His breathing hitched, so did mine in response.
His hands stayed where I put them, leaving mine free to explore new places of their own.
I would usually stop myself before reaching his belt buckle. I hesitated—torn. Instead of going straight to his pants—haha—I started at the bottom of his button down shirt, opening it to reveal his glorious body.
I let out a shaky breath, my fingers grazing over his skin—he shuddered.
What a compromising position we found ourselves in. My skin was flushed and my heart fluttered in my chest unevenly.
I only just realised that I was incredibly nervous. This was as far as I had gone with Edward, or with anyone. I was willing to go as far as you could go, with Edward.
But I still had the insecurities of the common teenage girl. I had no idea what to do, I was completely inexperienced and left in the dark for most of my life.
Edward on the other hand—was a grown man. One whom—given his looks—had already been with a variety of women. I wasn't sure how many that entailed—which was somewhat intimidating. He also didn't know I was a virgin, I had never told him, although I assumed he knew this already, given my obvious nerves whenever we were in a romantic situation.
I had grown my confidence steadily over the past few weeks, yet unable to fully grasp Edward himself. His personality, his beauty, everything about him that I loved—it still managed to shock and awe me. I may be inadequate and hideous compared to him, but I was ready, I wanted it. I wanted more. I needed it now, it wasn't just overpowering desire.
It was an innate need that required gratification. "I need you." I gasped desperately, voicing my intentions. My hands shot straight down to his belt buckle.
His breathing hitched, breaking the kiss. "Bella, we need to think about this," he whispered huskily, not necessarily an objection. I took it as an affirmation.
"I don't need to think about it anymore than I already have." I smiled at him, gazing into his questioning eyes. My eyes never left his as I unbuckled the metal clasp, the leather strap pulling loosely. I bit my lip and he closed his eyes, sucking in a breath. "But here?" he said weakly, his hands moving in circles atop my thighs.
Our laboured breathing was intense as we stared at each other. "Why not?" I questioned. "I mean, we're in the music room," he protested feebly.
I grinned. "Like anyone comes in here, anyway." I said. "I want to be with you, I want to have my first time with you." I explained in more depth.
His eyes widened and he closed his eyes again with a frown. "No, it can't happen like this." He said more decisively. My face fell. I knew it, he was finding excuses. He didn't want me like he said he did, like I thought I did. That irrational fear was now coming to the fore. I tried to keep the traitor tears from falling like they always did.
He noticed my shift in emotions as I dropped my hands from his belt. He groaned loudly.
"Bella, please don't cry. You're only making it more hard on me, please!" he begged, taking my face in his hands. I swallowed the lump in my throat and fought back the feelings of stinging rejection. "You know I want this..." he whispered, looking in my eyes fixedly.
I nodded. I suppose I believed him. "But if it's...I mean if it's your first time," he took a deep shaky breath.
"I want it to be special for you," his brow furrowed then.
"And special is not doing it on the floor of the music room while being afraid of someone walking in the entire time." I sighed in defeat.
I guess he had a point. "But it's so hard to... It just gets too much sometimes." I admitted, hanging my head. He chuckled darkly at that.
I lifted my eyes to glare up at him. "You have no idea how difficult you make it for me, Bella." He shook his head in humourless amusement.
I pressed my lips to his, my tongue plunging into his mouth again. He sighed breathlessly. "You're really trying me, Bella." He mumbled between kisses.
Keeping with the sort of agreement—I moved my hands to his hair—a safe place to start. His hands hovered over my thighs a moment more before snaking back around my waist.
I wasn't able to douse the burn—the need—but now that I knew it would be satisfied, sooner or later...I found it a little more bearable.
My mind was flooded with Edward so it didn't fully register any of my surroundings. It took me a moment to realise that there was a siren going off.
We broke apart at the same time, frowning. I sighed and decided it was probably a fire drill—I buttoned my blouse back up, Edward buckled his belt. My eyes kept wandering back to his belt... defeated. I watched his fingers as they ran over his face and through his hair. "I didn't get told about a fire drill." He muttered, annoyed. I stood up.
"Well, we need to go anyway." I said, he sighed and nodded in reluctant agreement. The halls had erupted in shrieks and yells as the fire sprinklers rained down over the students.
There was no visible fire anywhere...Edward and I shared a confused glance. "Come on!" He raised his voice to the loitering few people.
I started out the exit, he fell into step beside me—keeping a safe distance. "Everybody out!" he called again, stopping at the door to make sure everyone followed his orders. I walked out into the rain. Huh, stupid to have sprinklers in such a town as this—we had a sprinkler system on the ready almost 24/7.
I watched the last of the students file out, Edward still waited at the door, his hair dripping with water. I turned and followed the crowd down to the football field where we were expected to go in the event of a fire or other emergency similar to that. I found Angela and Ben standing together in a huddle to keep warm.
I joined on the end, linking my arm with Ang's. She smiled warmly at me before squeezing my arm.
I smiled back.
Then...we waited.
The teachers were stalking in and around the building—the principal started toward us, mega-phone in hand. He had an umbrella—obviously, this wasn't a real emergency.
The rest of the school staff came down then to listen.
"At this present time, we know nothing of the situation." He said formally. "There doesn't appear to be any immediate danger to you, though. So sit tight until we figure out what's going on." He told us. Everyone heaved out groans and complaints. We retreated to the bleachers, standing underneath them in an attempt to escape the down pour.
"Any idea about what's going on?" I asked Angela, my teeth chattering and my hair damp, sticking to my face.
She shook her head, hunching over slightly, her teeth chattered too. "No idea." She answered. I frowned.
"Well, it doesn't look like a fire, so someone obviously did it for some other reason." I muttered gurdgingly.
Angela shrugged. "Well, I hope they let us in soon, I can see the beginnings of frost bite." She said, holding her hand out. I laughed shakily, my voice contorted by my muscles spasms. The rain slowed slightly, sprinkling down in a light shower over us.
We were mostly sheltered by the metal seats above us as the teachers and principal sat and waited until the authorities came. I stare up at the school from where I stood in the middle of the drowned seniors. It could have been a trick of the light—or my brain snapping finally, but I swear I saw someone stalking past the hall of windows that faced over the field.
I frowned. Who would be stupid enough to linger around up there? I bit my lip, wondering if I should tell someone.
My eyes searched the line of teachers standing miserably in a line near the group of kids. Edward somehow noticed my gaze and looked up.
Even in the rain, he still managed to look like the best damn thing on this Earth. My gaze locked with his and I was frowning.
I glanced pointedly up at the school then back to him. He frowned then followed my line of sight. The person was no longer there and I sighed. He glanced back at me before turning his attention back to the school. The person passed by the window again before disappearing completely. My eyes widened as Edward turned his gaze back to me. He frowned too, now, noting that he understood what I meant through our silent communication. He raised an eyebrow in question. I shrugged.
I didn't know who the person was. I watched him walk toward the principal and tell him what he saw. Headmaster Greene went to investigate for himself, nodding at Edward before moving off on his own. I rolled my eyes, it would have been smarter to let Edward go, too.
The cops turned up not long after that--Charlie not included, he was out fishing.
We waited for what felt like forever—or more realistically, an hour or so.
It only felt like an eternity because of the freezing cold and torrential rainfall that was soaking us.
Finally, the principal came stomping back towards us, seniors and juniors alike shrank back. He stood before us, pulling the mega-phone to his mouth.
"There appears to be no fire in the school and this was just a stupid prank pulled by someone." He growled angrily. "That person will be prosecuted, do not think for one second that this won't be taken seriously." He added loudly. Everyone there shared a glance that said 'wasn't me.' "Everyone return back to the main building." He ordered sharply.
I rolled my eyes at Angela who was just as puzzled about the whole thing. We all did as we were told, though. The crowd dispersed into the wet halls, the occasional slip and slide was in order. Guys skidded along the wet surfaces, spraying the drain water onto a bunch of passing junior girls. Immature, I thought. They squealed and hissed in unison.
I heard the chatter, someone had pulled the alarm as a joke, some said it was on purpose. I rolled my eyes, bored already with the trivial subject matter.
That was until I heard the loud curses sounding from far down the hall. "Fuck!" someone screeched. My head snapped up, as did everyone else's.
"What the fuck is this?" someone else yelled incredulously.
I frowned, turning to walk toward the screaming so I could investigate.
"Some fucker is trying to fuck with us!" another guy exclaimed.
Girls gasped and covered their mouths. I pushed past them to see what all the commotion was about.
The red liquid dripping from the lockers made my stomach flip and churn uncomfortably. What the fuck was this?
I pushed through the last prong of people so as to get a better look.
My mouth fell open and I had to bite my lip to keep from gasping. The halls had gone eerily silent as we all stared at the wall of lockers. The letters spelt in red were sprawled in a macabre mess across the wall. It looked like blood, but I couldn't be sure.
Nobody spoke a word then, shocked. In what looked like blood, it said: Watch it splatter across the floor, prepare for the slaughter. Do not rest easy, we will be coming to slash your throats, to rip your flesh from your bones and watch with amusement as you drown in your own blood.
I shuddered violently at that last part, 'watch with amusement as you drown in your own blood.' But who was it directed at?
I wondered to myself. "What the fuck does this mean?" Tyler Crowley spoke up. No-one knew the answer to that. Therefore no-one answered. Suddenly, the crowd split and a group of teachers, including Edward came to assess the cause for disturbance in his school. Mr. Greene stared, jaw dropped to the floor, his eyes wide open.
Edward frowned in disgust—an expression that matched most of the other's faces. "Back to what you were doing." He ordered then.
"Go to class, there's nothing to see here." I almost snorted. Yeah, right, nothing besides the gory threat written across the wall.
Yeah, nothing at all. Still, I walked back to my locker with a weak stomach. It was horrible and spine chilling. Were there kids here that were involved in gangs or something? Some weird devil worshipping? For once—I hope my intuition proved wrong, yet somehow I had the sinking feeling it wouldn't be.
I took a deep breath and glanced at a pale looking Angela. She smiled half-heartedly and went back to retrieving her books.
I sighed and reached out to unlock my locker. I dialled in the combination, the lock snapped open. As I opened the metal door, a waft of something foul smelling hit my face.
I gagged. "What the fuck?" I whispered to myself, reaching in. My hand encountered my books—but they were covered in something...slimy. I gasped, pulling my hand back.
"Mr. Greene!" I called, staring at my hand—now covered in blood. Angela glanced at me and gasped, covering her mouth. "Oh my god!" I clamped my lips together.
I was shivering so hard now, they were almost convulsions. He came stalking up to me, Edward behind him with a confused expression.
They both saw my hand then paled. I looked pointedly into my locker. Mr. Greene pulled out his keys—a small torch was attached to it.
He clicked it on. I almost gagged again. My entire locker was covered in a thick layer of blood—or something resembling it.
Considering the smell, I think it was real. Deciding it was all I could take, I raced past them, shoving through the crowd—they mostly got out of my way, not wanting to get blood on them, either. My feet stumbled over and over as I tried to make my way to the girl's bathroom.
I covered my mouth with the back of my other hand, trying not to vomit on the way there.
Tears in my eyes made it hard to see properly. I pushed the door open, turning swiftly to the sinks—going straight for the faucet and washing the slimy mess off my palm. I grit my teeth against the scream that was building up in my chest. I sucked in a breath, my hands shaking hard, my eyes closed. I shook my head to try to clear it.
I finally opened my eyes...only to encounter another ghastly sight.
The scream broke free—horrifying and blood curdling.
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