Why Do Good Girls Like Bad Boys?

Chapter Fourteen: Over The Hills & Far Away

A/N: Hang with me, you lovely Twilighters, here we go:

School ended. Whoopee. Summer is here. Yup. I worked full time at the video store to save up my money. I was going to Paris in the Fall. Edward was right. I had to go. I would hate me if I gave up this opportunity and more importantly, and he felt I would come to hate him because I allowed my feelings for him to stand in the way of my dreams. I didn't believe I could ever hate Edward, but he did and I couldn't bear to let him feel that way. Ever.

Renee told me that our love could certainly withstand a little time apart. But could I? Every day that clicked by, was one day closer to when I was going to be leaving. No one made me feel in the least bit guilty about going, but they sure poured it on, making me feel horrible for even thinking of staying. Especially Edward.

So, I threw myself into my Advanced French classes at Forks Community College. I emailed my sponsor family weekly with updates. We corresponded in French only to help me with reading and writing their language until it became fluid.

Edward only spoke to me in French, but because the way he murmured anything in French to me sounded incredibly sexy, I was constantly turned on.

"Bella, mon amour, voulez-vous aller au diner maintenant?"

(Bella, my love, do you want to go to dinner now?).

"Le non, mais moi veulent que m'embrassierz."

(No, but I want you to kiss me).I leaned in.

"Quand vous 'etes fait avec votre lec,on pour aujourd'hui, je la consider'rerai."

(When you are done with your lesson for today, I will consider it).He smiled crookedly.

"Ce qui si je forcais moi-meme sur vous?"

(What if I forced myself upon you?). I was getting to the point where if he didn't I was going to.

"Avez-vous l'intention de me violer?"

(Do you intend to rape me?). He said smirking now.

"Vous ne voulez pas me faire l'amour du tout?"

(Don't you want to make love to me at all?). I pouted.

"Plus que vous savent."

(More than you know). He smiled shyly.

"Edward..." I breathed.

"Finissez vos lecons et je pourrais vous laisser embrasser le mon..."

(Finish your lessons and I might let you kiss my...).

"Embrassez le votre ce qui??" (Kiss your what??).

"Levres de fille cours-sale." (Lips of course-dirty girl.)

"Vous m'aimez que la maniere...vous sont un garcon sale." (You like me this way..dirty boy.)

"Finissez vos lecons!" (Finish your lessons !). He laughed and went back to his book.

August came very quickly. Too quickly. You'd think I was going in for major surgery, not going to Paris. It was supposed to be a happy event. Why was I dreading it so much?

I didn't want a going away party which really upset my girls-me not want a blow out? Charlie and Renee even offered to go away for the weekend so we could do it up right. Anything to brighten my spirits.

But I just felt like my soul was being ripped from me. But I couldn't let anyone know and I had to go through with this even though my heart was breaking. It's only two months, Bella, get a grip. Two months without Edward-how was I going to live?

The night before I was to go, I told Edward not to come over. I was not going to say good-bye to him. I couldn't. I called him, putting on my beat smile in my voice:

"Au revoir, mon amour, je vous verrai en Octobre."

(Good-bye, my love, I'll see you in October.).

"Je serai ici." (I'll be here.) Was all he said and then he hung up.

I paced in my room for a minute. I got in my truck and raced over as fast as I could push the old engine.

I scrambled up the stairs of the mansion. The door flung open and I leapt into Edward's arms. He picked me up and kissed me and kissed my face and my neck and my lips. He ran up the stairs with me in his arms, up to his bed and shut the door.

I arrived in Paris around 2 in the afternoon. I couldn't wipe the smile off my face. I rented a car at the airport...well, it was a European shoebox...and took off for the Louvre. What can I say? It was even more magnificent than I'd imagined. Dancing naked was not going to be possible, but I did manage to discreetly remove my red lacy thong, hang it on the foot of the bronze statue "Artemis on the Hunt with Bow and Arrow" and take a quick picture with my cell phone. Hehe!

I attended their version of high school, causing quite a stir amoungst the Parisian student body. As the new novelty, I got asked out a lot, but politely, well mostly politely, refused. The female population was for the most part indifferent towards the American, but some were curious about life in the U.S. And so we spent hours after classes discussing high school and of course boys.

A bunch of us girls got together on Friday night and went to the local watering hole popular with the younger crowd called, 'Chanson De Sexe' (Sex Song). It was pretty fancy, so I figured this would be a great time to pull out the $3500 black silk number from Esme's wedding along with those fabulous red silk boots. The French boys were very responsive, to put it mildly, but I happily ignored them. We took seats at the bar and immediately got set up with shots of something clear. I don't know what it was, but it tasted a little like black licorice and was fucking strong. The barman kept pouring and soon I was up and dancing first with Claude, then Jean, then Francois and then Pierre. Pierre was a short-ish, cocky little prick about 22. I guess he was nice looking, but next to my Edward, he was a toad. He very politely, asked me if I would accompany him outside to get some air and have a smoke. I agreed, needing some cool air myself. First, he had to get his cigs from his car, so we walked down the street a bit and he got in.

"Come in, I want to play you a CD-have you heard of The Vines?"

"I love The Vines!" I said and got in the passenger side.

"It's in the glove box," he said as he reached over me with his left hand. I sat back against the seat so he could open the box. Instead, his hand went up my dress, while his right hand grabbed at my tits.

"What the Hell do you think are you doing??"

"Shut up! I'm going to fuck you." He said matter of factly. Gah! Different country-same assholes.

Be cool, Bella, I told myself, be cool and wait for the opening.

"Oh! Let's go in the back seat then, shall we?" I purred, lifting my dress exposing my blue satin thong.

"Oui!" He quickly got out of the front seat and opened the back door for me. "After you!"

I crawled in, laid down on the bench seat, pulled my skirt up and spread my legs. The trap was set. This was going to be easy. He unzipped his trousers, pulling them and his silkies down just enough to give me a good look at his throbbing 3 inches, then I...

Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z

500 EURO VOLTS RIGHT IN THE CROISSANT !!!

He fell back onto the wet street screaming and whimpering like the pig that he is.

I hailed a cab. In the taxi, I texted my friends at the bar that I was going home. All in a day's work, I laughed to myself.

My flight got into Port Angeles at 2 a.m. Renee, Charlie, Alice and Rose met me outside of customs. But no Edward. I didn't ask. I was afraid of what the answer would be. I made the decision before I left that we shouldn't correspond while I was in Paris. It would have made it too hard to stay. But I thought he would be here to greet me.

Charlie and the girls grabbed my suitcases and loaded them into the trunk of the cruiser. Alice and Rose got into the MGB and took off. I walked up to the cruiser, but Charlie put it in drive and pulled out onto the highway. Did they forget me? Na, this is a joke, they'll be back. Any minute now. Guys?

"FUCKING HELL !!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"No, this is Port Angeles. Fucking Hell is two towns over."

Edward was across the way, leaning against his Volvo, holding a bouquet of blood red roses.

"Edward!" I flew into his arms.

"Welcome home."

Edward and I locked ourselves in his house the whole weekend.

Jasper and Emmett and my girls made themselves scarce, leaving the entire mansion at our disposal for four days. I don't think we left a surface unhumped. We did it on all of the couches, beds, chairs, tables, floors, up against the walls, bent over credenzas from the 16th century, even on Carlisle's old mahogany desk. In the week that followed, we were kicked out of the Thriftway, McDonald's, the movie theater in Forks and Port Angeles, the bank, the bathrooms at Nordstrom's and Prada and asked never to return to the Aquarium ever again.

When we emerged on Tuesday to go back to school, my girls filled me in on the goings on while I was gone. The biggest news was that Rose and Emmett snuck off alone and eloped to Las Vegas. I pictured all the clichés you hear, you know, Elvis ministers and drive through ceremonies, but she pulled out her pictures and the little chapel was really lovely. Rose and Emmett looked so happy. She moved into the mansion where she and Emmett share a suite of rooms. Jasper moved in with Alice at her house.

"And you?" I said, turning my attention to Edward who was sitting behind me trying to inconspicuously remove my bra under my jacket.

"Hmmmm?"

"What did you do while I was away?"

"Well..." He pursed his lips in thought.

"Shit, Bella, he was all mopey and emo and shit!" Emmett roared with laughter, "What a fucking pussy!"

"Fuck! He was a total titty baby!" Jasper chimed in, "Quite pathetic actually. Playing "Siren's Song," by Mortal Coil full blast and watching "The English Patient" over and over again, wailing,'Oh God! Where is my Bella?? Where is she?? Come back to me Bella!!"

Edward gently moved me and tackled Jasper to the floor of the cafeteria, straddling his chest and pounding his face with both fists. "TITTY BABY HUH ? HUH? HOW'S THAT FEEL?"

"MR. CULLEN !!!" Mr. Banner boomed, "OFFICE NOW!!"

With one more smash to Jasper's face, Edward stood up stiffly and walked off towards the office still clenching his fists.

Well, I wasn't about to let my boyfriend serve detention alone, so I hopped up onto the table and shouted:

"FUCK YOU MR. BANNER YOU DICKLESS BASTARD !!"

"MISS SWAN !!" His face was purple with rage, "OFFICE NOW!!"

Well, my plan backfired on me-I guess I went a little too far, or not far enough, actually, with the dickless bastard thing. Edward got two days home suspension, I got two days inside suspension. Fuck. The worst part was that Jessica and Lauren were both serving three day sentences for who the fuck cares.

They sat across from me glaring at me and whispering to each other, looking at me and saying "Slut" and "Edward's Whore," which I took as a compliment.

"Hey Jess, they let Newton out of the nut house yet?" I smirked.

"You'll be the first one to know," She laughed.

"Ya, I wouldn't walk down any dark alleys alone if I were you, stupid fuck." Lauren added.

"I'd like that actually. I owe him a kick to the nuts."

"You're so lame, Bella. Only a Cullen weirdo would want to fuck you," Lauren spat out.

That was it- insulting me was one thing, but insult Edward-she must die. I lunged across the table, my hands within reach of her hickey laden neck, when someone grabbed me around the waist.

"Calm down, love," Edward gently restrained me.

"Did you hear what this cunt said ??" I was furious, struggling against him to let me go.

Edward leaned over the table and spoke to Lauren in a low, menacing voice:

"Tell Newton if he even thinks about touching Bella, I'll throw him in a trunk he won't be able to get out of next time. And if you ever threaten her again, I won't stop her from ripping off your ugly head and sticking it on a pig pole. Do we understand each other?"

She nodded furiously. He turned to Jessica: "That goes double for you, Stanley!"

At this point an ever widening pool of liquid appeared under Jess's chair. She peed herself!

"Nice!" I smile at Edward.

"Come on, darling, it's time to go," he took my face in his hands and gently kissed me as the final bell rang.

I felt it was necessary to make a point, so I whipped out my Bowie and stabbed it hard into the table in front of Lauren.

"Don't EVER say Edward's name again!" I spat at her.

Drip, drip, drip as a growing pool of pee appeared under Lauren's chair. I put my knife back.

Edward looked at me proudly, smirking, "Sweet!"

I met up with Alice at Fork's Pizzeria. Rose was working so we went to keep her company. Edward was working also, but between deliveries he came over for a quick snog and a pinch of my nipples..

Rose brought us our orders. I got the spinach tortellinis in garlic butter sauce, Alice got cheese ravioli with Alfredo sauce. She had a quick minute, so she sat down and we fed her bites of our dinner. I popped a couple tortellinis in her mouth. I looked down at her beautiful diamond and ruby wedding set and a thought occurred to me:

"Rose?"

"Ymm?" She took a swig of my coke to wash down the pasta.

"Is Emmie...Are you going to?...Is he going to...?"

She bit her bottom lip. Alice and I leaned closer.

"After graduation," she whispered, looking around cautiously, "We're going to Denali."

"Oh..sure..of course." I smiled and put my hand on hers.

"Um..Bella?" Alice looked down, moving her raviolis around on her plate absent-mindedly.

"You too, Alice? Yes, of course you are." I smiled a little and sighed, "Well, of course I'm happy for both of you. You'll make...uh...fucking awesome vampires!" We all laughed, breaking the tension.

"What about you and Edwee?" Rose asked and Alice popped a ravioli in her open mouth.

" I don't know." I frowned in thought, "we haven't talked about it since I've been back. Maybe he's changed his mind." I shrugged.

"I seriously doubt that," Alice looked at me like I had two heads, "Have you guys talked about after graduation plans at all?"

I looked down, my face probably a nice shade of crimson, "Actually, we haven't done much talking at all," I admitted.

Rose and Alice burst into laughter.

"You sah-lutt!!" Rose slapped the table laughing.

"Geez, Bella, you've turned into a dick fiend!!" Alice could barely breathe.

"Can you blame me?? He's a gorgeous fucking sex god!"

"You girls are having fun, huh?" Oops it was Edward. Shit.

"Lovely shade of red, by the way," He kissed my cheek and sat down next to me.

I buried my head in my hands. "How much did you hear?"

"Well, if I heard correctly, it seems that you are a dick fiend," a wide smile spreading across his face, "And I am a gorgeous fucking sex god."

"Just kill me."

"I'd rather fuck you alive," He started kissing my neck, one arm around my shoulder, the other hand inching its way slowly up my thigh. I clamped my legs together.

"Edward."

"Yes, Bella," he murmured against my throat, his hand attempting to pry my knees apart.

"You'll get fired.." He was trailing his tongue down my throat, towards my cleavage. His other hand was up my skirt, tugging at my thong.

"Edward..." I sighed, my head fell back and my knees opened in surrender.

"DELIVERY UP !!" Angela's Dad called out from the kitchen.

"Edward.." I was panting, his fingers teasing me, "Edward, go...you've got...to...go."

He groaned in my ear, nibbled it and walked off towards the kitchen.

"Oh my God, Bella, he practically fucked you right here!" Alice giggled.

"I know! It's like the more we do it, the more he wants to do it more!" I laughed.

"Not that you're complaining, right?" Rose pointed out, giggling.

"Not even a little!" I giggled back.

"You guys really need to talk about next summer." Alice was right. But how?

A/N: Am I forgiven? Sigh...amore...This chapter was filled to the brim! Hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it. You guys are so wonderful..no...you're wicked awesome! I was actually going to end it with the Paris trip, but the voices in my head named Bella and Edward said they weren't ready to go yet...so lucky us! Hehe!

Review please..I'll be ducking your Bowie's as they fly! Love and Lemondrops...BSL