I Own Nothing Twilight. S.M. Does. Enjoy!
Chapter Thirteen- April 2015: Anberliegh
Whoever said this pain would ever go away?
Didn't know what it meant to, be here without you
is everything you see, reminding you of me?
Does it hurt when you breathe too? cause it does when I do, cause it does when I do
When anybody says your name I wanna run away,
I keep remembering I can't forget you
It doesn't matter when I try it happens anyway,
It's been forever and I can't forget you
With every single day, it won't go away
The way I feel about you
And when it' said and done, you're the only one
And I can't regret you, so I can't forget you
When it's said and done, you're the only one (You're the only one)
And when it's said and done, you're the only one, you're the only one
Can't Forget You: My Darkest Days
I felt like a ticking time bomb.
Every time I saw Paul he almost overwhelmed me. He did captivate me. I was always a sucker for toned arms, abs and a sexy smile. He would walk by me and touch the lower part of my back, or send smoldering gazes at me from across a room, and I would almost be a pool of Jell-O.
I usually didn't want something I could have or that had no risk, but that was not the case with him. If I said the words he would be mine.
But I couldn't. I had come to terms with Luke. Luke and Paul were total opposites. Luke was cold and Paul was hotter than even a human. Luke was controlled, reserved, gentle, and like to spend his time taking a stroll or reading. Paul wasn't. He would over react at certain things, he spoke what was on his mind, and our kitchen make out session let me know that he was more forward. And Paul likes to do things, hiking, and things that would be considered dangerous to a human.
Maybe even dating a vampire.
Even if he could overlook the vampire thing, he wouldn't be able to overlook the way I am. I don't stay in one spot too long. How many times would he stand me randomly leaving? I knew the answer to that. Imprinting meant that he would stand it for the rest of his life. He would take me for whatever I was. The thing was I wouldn't be able to look in his eyes each time I left. The hurt that I know would be there each time he realized I was gone again.
Bella called me an hour ago and wanted me to come down for a bonfire. I hadn't been down there in a week. Ever since I thought it would be okay to read Paul's mind and saw exactly what he thought of my Hayabusa. I wanted to slap him and tell him that I would never defile my beloved motorcycle in such a manner, but the vision of his warm skin against mine and his hands everywhere on my bare body had me leaving early. Because if I didn't I would let him find out just how easy it would be to balance me on the seat.
I didn't know how much more I could take.
I was almost ready to go to Seattle and see what Kevin was doing for the weekend.
I stood in front of my bike, staring at the custom black and white paint job. I had spent the last hour getting ready. I had never spent that much time getting ready, but I decided that if I had to be this frustrated he was going to be even more frustrated.
I smiled at my new plan. I never was a tease before. I didn't think it was fair, but it wasn't fair that he had to imprint on me.
Now here I was. Wearing jean shorts that hit at the middle of my thighs making my legs look longer than normal. I knew how much he loved my legs. I wore my black flip flops so they showed off my blood red toe nails. Thankful Charlie was not here to put on real shoes before I rode my bike.
The thing he loved more than my legs was my chest. Not just my boobs, but my collar bone and neck. So I put on a black tank top. My black hair fell in loos ringlets down my back. I should have worn it up, because I was useless when someone played with my hair. It was the fastest way to turn me on. Paul like his neck and hair messed with, and I had to admit that I liked playing with his hair. If he found out how much I loved my hair messed with I was sure I was going to jump his bones.
I made sure you couldn't see my bra straps and got on my bike. My underwear was my secret weapon. A white lacy bra and white lacy boy short panties gave my skin a certain glow to it. White lace gave my skin a tan-ish shade and made my skin look like porcelain.
I got to the beach and received a lot of 'looks' from people, mostly girls, none were friendly. The last light from the sun was fading from the sky and the fire was just being started. I walked over to Bella and Jake who were standing off to the side just about hidden form the group.
They looked like someone just told them a funny joke.
"Do I need to ask what's going on or are you going to make me find out?" I asked and Jacob smirked.
"I am just glad you are here. You see, as much as I like to see Paul's discomfort. I think I will enjoy this much more." Jake said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Paul has a new admirer." Bella said pointing across the beach.
I started to laugh at the scene before me. Paul was standing by the coolers looking extremely uncomfortable as a girl was hanging off him. She ran her hand down his arm and he tried to shrug her off. His eyes kept searching the crowd. Looking for an escape, for me.
Jake laughed. "That is Leah, and she has wanted Paul for so long." He whispered and I laughed.
"You should go save him. With being a wreck this week to being fondled by Leah, I don't know how much longer he will last." Jared said showing up next to us.
"I think I will let her grab his ass one more time." I told him.
We watched them, and five minutes later, her hand disappeared and seconds later Paul jumped. We all erupted in laughter and Paul looked truly irritated.
I walked over to the coolers ignoring Paul. I showed the 'chaperone' my I.D. that said I was 21 and grabbed a bottle of beer.
"You want me to take off your top?" A boy asked seductively and I laughed.
With one twist I took off the cap and took a drink. "Not tonight." I told him with a smile.
I loved messing with people. I looked up to see Paul five feet from me glaring at the boy who just talked to me. He was wearing the shirt that I wore the night we spent at Jakes and a pair of jeans that hugged him…well. Very well. Leah slipped her pinky under his shirt and through one of his belt loops. He tried to shift away and I smiled.
I walked over to him and noticed who he was surrounded by. I guess these would be the 'cool kids'. They were all good looking and had on designer clothes. All of them still stuck in high school. A few were staring at me lust in their eyes, but I walked right up to Paul ignoring them.
I picked at the collar of his shirt getting a death glare from Leah and getting Paul confused looks from his friends. "I do think this shirt looks better on me." I said smiling at him.
His jaw popped open and I didn't have to read his mind to know what he was thinking. Or that it had to do with me, him, and sand would end up in uncomfortable places.
I grabbed the collar and pulled him down so I could whisper in his ear.
"Just saying, I think I will take it back sometime." I whispered loud enough for everyone to hear, especially Leah.
I let go of his shirt and the look he gave me made me feel like he could see right through me.
"Hello, I am Leah." Leah said and held out her hand. "I am here with Paul." She said and when she took my hand she tried to squeeze it.
"How cute. I just came over to say hi, and to ask Paul if he could take a look at my bike." I turned to Paul. "I think I know what it is, but I want to work on it with you. It was nice meeting you Leah." Paul nodded.
I turned to leave decided to peak into Paul's mind only to find that he was beyond coherent. I smiled to myself and walked back to Bella.
The next two hours were spent with laughter and the occasional longing stare from across the beach. The fire had reached about six feet now, and some of the people were trying to get it higher.
"You know he is only staying over there because he thinks that he is making you jealous." Jared told me. Bella, Jacob, Jared, Emily, Sam, Quill, Embry, and I were standing in a small circle on the opposite side of the fire from the group Paul was in.
I laughed. "It is pretty funny too. I don't see Leah as a threat." I told him taking a drink from my beer.
It was my fifth one, but like I said I don't get drunk if I don't want to. It is like I can let the human part of my brain enjoy it, but if I need to the vampire part of my brain will take over and clear things up.
"He is trying." He told me.
"The chase is the best part isn't it?" I said and he laughed.
By the end of the third hour we were sitting in the sand, Sam, Emily, and Quill left to go home. A blonde haired blue-eyed boy named Riley had gotten me a blanket so I wouldn't get sand in my shorts. Riley was sitting next to me and offered to get me another drink. I accepted and carefully planned my next move.
"That is uncalled for." Embry murmured and everyone looked over to what he was staring at.
It looked like Leah had permanently stuck herself to the side of Paul's neck. Paul didn't seem to be enjoying it, but he wasn't stopping it.
"Jesus, you think if we pull her off she would make a suction cup sound?" Jared asked.
"Probably, then you could stick her to something else like those fish that clean the bottom of tanks." I said and everyone laughed.
"Jealous are we?" Bella asked with a knowing smirk.
"Why? I don't think he and I would be good together anyway." I told her.
"Why not?" Jared asked.
"Just too different. He is too stuffy and up tight for me." I told them. They started to laugh and I could feel Paul's stare in the back of my head. He heard me.
Riley came back and sat next to me. "Someone was talking about skinny dipping." He laughed. "Point was, they shouldn't have been."
Earlier he was playing the guitar and singing. Oh do I like me a musician. And when I asked to see his guitar he didn't flinch. A guy's guitar is like a guy's truck. If he doesn't let you drive then you ditch him. Same with a guitar, if he doesn't let you play walk away.
He handed over his guitar and I played a few songs while he sang.
Riley leaned back on his hands placing one arm behind me. I leaned into him a little. If Paul was going to have fun so was I. We weren't in a relationship.
We made small talk until Bella yawned.
I stood up and held out my hand. "Save my seat." I said to Riley and Bella and I started to walk away. Jacob got up to follow.
"I can tell you are tired. Why don't you go back to Jakes and go to bed?" I told her and she nodded. "Don't worry I will tell you all the juicy details in the morning."
She laughed and gave me a hug. I saw Paul start to walk towards us and decided to make a side trip to my bike. When I got there I could still see Bella and Jake, but no one at the beach.
Once Bella and Jacob were out of sight Paul appeared out of nowhere.
"You said you needed me to help you with your bike?" He asked touching the small of my back.
"I did, but I got a friend to help. Everything is great now." I told him. Nothing was wrong in the first place; I just wanted to tease him.
I sat backwards on my bike leaning back a little, the same position he pictured me in a week ago. He groaned quietly and stepped closer to me.
"I really wanted to work on it with you." he said.
"Maybe someday, but the last guy fixed it pretty well, so it won't need any work for quite a while." I shrugged.
His eyes went dark and he lifted on leg over the bike so he was straddling it. "There are always upgrades." His voice was low as he stepped closer to me, pressing himself to me. His hands were on my waist and I had to keep myself in check. Control.
He went to lean in and I stopped him. "You got a little slut on your neck." I said pointing to where Leah was molesting him. "You need to wash that off before we do anything."
I got off the bike and started to walk back to the bon fire. Paul was resting his head in his hands, sitting on my bike.
"Hey." I heard from behind me and turned around. Leah was standing with two of her friends.
"Hello, its Leah, right?" I asked and she glared at me.
"Yeah, listen back off Paul. He is mine, that little comment earlier almost cost you that pretty face." She said and I laughed. Paul was a few feet behind her and could hear everything.
"You will catch more flies with honey than vinegar." I told her and walked off.
She almost walked after me and I dared her to. She needed to be put in her place. I got back to where Riley was sitting to find him there alone.
"Your back!" He said with a smile.
"Yeah."
He was sitting with his knees propped up and I sat between his legs. I grabbed his guitar. I started to play random things as we watched the ocean. I caught sight of Paul who was trying to put as much distance between him and Leah, while trying to make Riley burst into flames after a while I stopped and turned toward him.
"I really should get going." I told him. We stood up and I handed him his guitar, but he set it down. He started to untie a bracelet on his wrist and held it out to me. I lifted my arm and he started to tie it on my wrist.
"This is a Hemp bracelet I made a few years ago; I want you to have it. Will I see you around?" he asked.
I smiled and nodded. I started to walk back to the parking lot when I passed Paul.
"Hey where are you going?" He asked and Leah glared at me.
"Going home." I told him.
"It is late and that is a far drive, you will freeze before you make it home." He said.
"Jake and Bella are already asleep, I don't want to wake them up, and I will just go back to Charlie's." I said and he shook his head.
"No, you will freeze. You will stay at my house. I will sleep on the couch, you can have my bed." He told me, really concerned.
"I don't think your girlfriend would like that." I said nodding at Leah, who should have set me on fire by now with that glare.
He turned to look at Leah and I took the opportunity to leave. By the time he looked back I was already halfway to my bike.
"Leah for the last time, we are not together." I heard him say. She didn't say anything and he started to follow me.
I got to my bike and got on as Paul ran up to me. "You can't go home tonight." He sounded like he was pleading.
"Fine, get on." I told him and he laughed.
"Really?" He asked.
"Ya, I will drop you off at your house and go to Jakes." I told him and he frowned.
"Stay with me, please Annie?" He used puppy dog eyes.
"If you get on the bike." I said. I thought that he would refuse, but he jumped right on and wrapped his arms around my waist.
"Keep it appropriate Paul." I told him.
We drove to Jakes and when I stopped he frowned.
"Stop, I have to get my bag from Bella's truck, we can walk to your place." I told him and he ran to Bella's truck and picked my bag from the back.
"Ready?" He asked entirely too excited.
"Lead the way." I told him.
We started walking and he reached over and grabbed my hand. So many emotions hit me.
Happiness, excitement, and even some butterflies because the guy I liked was holding my hand. There was fear; I was scared I would hurt him. Hate for myself, the fact that if I stayed with him I would hurt him. Pride, because it doesn't matter what girl he may let hang on him he was mine.
We reached his house and he opened the door for me. I could hear snoring and I looked at him.
"It is just Jared. Don't worry, nothing can wake him up." He said smugly.
"Why? Does the couch make a lot of noise when you sleep on it?" I asked him and his smug smile fell.
"I, uh… I am going to hop in the shower." He said once he led me to room farthest back. "This is my room."
I went in and was surprised that it was so tidy, though I had a feeling that it wasn't always like this. Right as you walked in the room there was a dresser on the left in the middle of the wall. A window was past it looking out to the dense woods. To the right was quite a large bed with a night stand on each side. A window on the back wall showed a large field surrounded by more trees. He grabbed some clothes from the dresser and left the room. I still hadn't decided if I was really going to make him sleep on the couch or not.
I noticed a beat up guitar case in the corner wedged between the dresser and the window. My curiosity peaked and I went over to it. I grabbed the case noticing the thick layer of dust that covered it. I brushed it off and set it on the dresser.
I ran my fingers along the top of the worn out case and un-latched the two latches holding the lid closed. I opened it and stared for a second at the guitar in the case. I touched the wood and could almost hear the music coming from it.
It had all of its strings and one swipe across them told me that they were severely out of tune. I took a closer look and noticed the strings were in surprisingly good condition. I took it out and sat on the edge of the bed with my back facing the door. I started tuning it and got lost in the sound it made.
"What are you doing?" Paul asked.
I turned to look at him and he looked a little upset. He was just wearing black basketball short and his fresh showered look almost made me start to drool.
"Umm… Sorry." I said and I put it back in the case.
He just stared at it for a second. I put it back where I got it from and stood there in the middle of his room.
"I will go." I said grabbing my bag.
"No." He said. "It was just weird hearing it again. It was my fathers. He used to play it all the time. Then one day he just left." He finished sitting on the bed.
He had hurt in his voice and I cringed. I should leave now; it wouldn't hurt as bad as me leaving later on. But no what do I do? I sit next to him and set my hand on his arm.
"I can count how many times I've seen my father on two hands." I told him and he looked at me.
"I had a great mom, though. She left a few years ago, wanted to make a better life for us. I haven't seen her since." He said sadly.
"My mom died when I was six. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't miss her like crazy." I whispered. He put his arm around my shoulders.
"Guess we both are a little messed up." He told me with a smile.
"If you only knew." I mumbled.
We sat there for a second the heaviness of the conversation still weighing down on us.
He grabbed my wrist and held it up. "What is this?"
"Riley gave it to me." I shrugged and he looked mad.
"The blond with the guitar?"
"I see you got all the slut off in the shower?" I said, but he was still staring at the bracelet.
"Are you going to wear it a lot?" he asked and I sighed.
I slipped it off my wrist and set it on his night stand. He flicked it away. "Hey." I said and went to pick it up.
I put it in my bag. "I like it when you were my stuff." He mumbled and I looked at him.
"It's not my fault you got slut all over my shirt." I told him and went to stand in front of him. I crossed my arms and stared down at him.
"Kind of." He said and I went to look out the window.
He came up behind me and ran his hand up my back. Stopping a little when he reached my neck and slowly continued to my hair.
"Mmmmm." My eyes shut as my body leaned back against his.
He took his other hand and cupped my face turning it up so he could kiss me.
I could feel the smile on his lips as he discovered how much I liked my hair played with. He turned me toward him and ran the hand that was on my face down my neck and back. So good, no. I had to keep in control. I pulled back just enough to take off my shirt, I pressed my chest back to his and he took his hand out of my hair.
I had a mix of happy/disappointment. I wanted his hand there, but knew I could think better without it.
That hand was on my face was making its way down to my shorts. So I let him un-do the button and I helped him slide them down. Just a little further and I would stop it.
He lifted me up a little and I wrapped my legs around him. It would only be too easy to get lost in the moment, and I wanted to, so bad. Paul was kissing down my jaw as he walked over to the bed. I had my hands in his hair and pulled a little as he gently laid me down, being careful not to put too much weight on me. He pulled back, kneeling between my legs as I lay back on the bed. His eyes traveling down my body. Starting at my shoulders he ran his hands down my body, stopping only to squeeze my breasts slightly. I closed my eyes and he hooked his index fingers in my panties. Forget teasing, I wanted this.
I may have wanted this but he wouldn't when I left. I felt guilty for ever wanting to do this.
"Wait, we can't do this." I sighed and he looked at me.
He moved his hands up my stomach and slumped forward so his head rested on my belly, groaning loudly. He rolled to the side lying on his back and I got up to put on some clothes. Once I had on a tank top and my grey shorts I turned back to look at Paul. He was still lying on his back with the heels of his hands over his eyes.
I felt too guilty. I should have never even accepted the offer to stay here. I debated on going to the couch myself but instead I climbed back into bed and crawled up next to him.
"Is it me?" he asked removing his hands and looking at me. "Do you not like me?"
"Trust me it isn't that. I have a secret and I am afraid that when you find out you won't like me anymore. Doing this would only make it harder on the both of us."
"It is harder between us anyway." He said and we laughed. "You can tell me anything. I could never hate you." he told me and tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear.
He had propped himself on one are and was looking down at me.
"I will… but I can't right now." I whispered and he ran his thumb across my bottom lip.
"When you are ready, I will be right here." He told me. I know, I thought. You will always be here. That is part of the problem.
I looked at him and smiled. "Good to know."
His face was so close to mine. I could feel the heat from his still slightly flushed cheeks. "You are so beautiful." He whispered running his thumb across my cheek.
His lips closed the distance to mine. This time the kiss was sweet, caring, and slow. No traveling hands, no gasping for breath, just us and our feelings. He leaned away again emotion shining bright in his eyes and laid back down.
A hint of humor appeared on his face as he leaned over and licked my neck.
"Eww." I said wiping it off.
"What, I like the way you taste. It is like how raspberries smell, mixed with roses and vanilla." He said and licked me again.
"Stop, you are like an overgrown DOG!" I screamed and started laughing.
"No, I do not sniff my own butt." He said holding me to him.
"If you could reach down there, you would probably never leave your room." I told him and he shrugged.
"Are you a dog person or a cat person?" he asked burying his nose in my hair.
"I don't know, never really had a pet. I would probably want one of those little lap dogs, so I could put it in a purse." I said with a smile.
"Are you serious?" he asked.
"Ha, no. Not even a little. I like big dogs, ones that you can cuddle with." I told him.
"Good." He went back to nuzzling my hair.
Luke never cuddled with me like this. He held me while I slept, but the second I fell asleep he would go do something. He never held me like this though. Like I was what was keeping him alive. I let myself relax more into Paul and realized how steady his breathing was. I turned to him and found him asleep. I lifted my hand to his face, running my finger along his nose. Brushing his lips with my fingertips.
Leaving him would be hard. I had done it so much that it was second nature. Why was he different? He wanted nothing more or less than any other man I met. I knew why he was different. He would never leave me. No matter what I did he would be here. Imprinting found your match for you, so to speak. We probably would have had an exciting fling without it.
But this wasn't a fling, it never was. And he would always want more. If we started seeing each other he would want to make it official. Then boyfriend/girlfriend would turn into fiancée. He would want to get married and have children. I didn't even know if children were possible between us. What would they even be? Little half human, quarter vampire, quarter shape-shifting freaks, a few might have feathers, who knows. We couldn't have children.
I was getting in too deep. Before I knew it I would be lost. I already felt out of place, because you couldn't see the stars every night.
I felt like I was losing my mother.
I had to leave, and not in a few days or weeks. Now. I wiggled out from under his arm and put on the jeans I brought for tomorrow.
I crept through the house, every step was becoming harder and harder. Once I opened the door the cool night air brushed against me making me feel free. The second the door was shut, I ran.
I hit the beach and felt a tug so I stopped. I went from feeling like a time bomb to feeling like a ping pong ball. I looked up; every star in the sky was twinkling at me. Telling me to stop. To go back.
I sat down and started crying. My body was telling me to leave, but if I ignored it and listened I heard everything else telling me to stay.
I looked at the stars. "I get your message mom, I'll stay." I chuckled.
I walked back to Paul's house and found I couldn't go in. I couldn't climb back into bed with him, knowing that one day I would look for answers and they would be the same as tonight.
I sat in an old wooden bench on the front porch, just listening to his breathing. Pulling my knees up to my chest, I closed my eyes and laid my head on my knees.
Then Luke popped in my mind. What would he say about Paul? I keep on comparing the two, trying to cast Paul in a better light than Luke. When, in reality, I missed Luke. How could I not? I gave him so much of me. He was there for everything. He was my rock when I needed him. He was my first love. He betrayed me, he used me.
So why couldn't I get over him?
I felt him in me, around me all the time. But when Paul was around it was gone. Then Paul would leave and it would come back. Luke would always be there.
There were many differences between Paul and Luke, the biggest being right now. Paul is here, as he would always be. He would always be right by my side. Never questioning me, or us. He definitely would never use me and help my father. Luke was gone, and he had been absent for many years.
I could hear Paul start to wake up. The sun had risen and was now shining brightly on everything. Paul reached over to the empty side of the bed, at feeling nothing he woke up all the way.
He sat up and I knew he was now upset. He walked out of his room. I heard him stop at the bathroom, the kitchen, and the living room. He was really looking for me. I smiled a little, looking up when the front door opened.
"Good morning." I told him.
He let out a long breath, walking over to sit by me. "I thought you left."
"Not yet." I whispered and I knew he heard me.
Instead of saying anything he pulled me into him and wrapped his arms around me. Making me wish I would have stayed with him all night. Maybe I would tonight, so warm.
"It's only six in the morning; no one will be up for a few hours. Come back to bed?" Paul asked moving one hand up into my hair.
It sounded so appealing, and with the way that he was running his fingers across my scalp I could do nothing more than nod. Before I could do anything else Paul picked me up and started heading back to his room.
"I could have walked you know." I told him.
"No." he said stubbornly. I smiled at him and he kissed my forehead.
He fell backwards on the bed so I was laying on him. He curled me into him and I gripped his shoulders holding on. I got up to put my shorts back on, but once I had my pants off Paul grabbed my waist and pulled me back to bed before I could grab them. I lay next to him able to look up and see his face.
I smiled mischievously at him and his eyes went a little wide. I moved so I could straddle him, with a knee on each side I placed my hands on his chest. He went to put his hands on my waist but I stopped him. I grabbed his wrists and pinned them level with his face. I knew that he knew he could easily break my hold. I also knew that he didn't know that I was stronger than him. I could keep him here forever if I wanted. Actually that sounded kind of good.
He wouldn't break my hold though. The look in his eyes told me that he wanted to see exactly what I would do. I leaned down to his neck and kissed the hollow of his neck.
He smelt like pine needles and rain. I ran my nose up his neck and kissed his chin.
"So… is this the normal process." I put my lips by his ear. "You know, when you are capturing someone."
He chuckled. "No. When I capture someone, it is only for a one night deal. I'm not looking for that with you, so instead I decided to try to woo you instead of capture." He said, a little breathless.
"Hmmm." I started to kiss down his chest. "What if I am a capture and move on kind of girl?" I asked.
I laced my fingers with his, resting my forearms on his, bringing our chests together and our faces closer.
I wiggle my body a little causing him to shut his eyes and make a noise in the back of his throat.
"I really hope you're not, because I would never be able to move on from you." His breathing was rugged and his eyes were having a hard time focusing. I was driving him crazy.
"I am not an easy girl to woo." I told him.
"I love a good fight." He whispered.
I licked his earlobe and started to kiss down his jaw. Once I made it to his mouth I was meat with his all too eager lips. I bit down on his lip a little and he shifted his whole body.
"I want you so bad." He breathed.
I sat up and his eyes popped open.
"I want to see you woo me." I told him.
He had a dazed look in his eyes as I got off him, lying on my side next to him.
"How do you just stop?" he asked frustrated.
I laughed because it wasn't easy to stop. Not with him.
"No I am serious. I can tell you are into it and you get me all hot and bothered and then you stop."
I looked at him, pouting a little.
"Have you always been such a tease?"
"No, you bring it out in me." I told him and he glared at me.
"I bring it out in you. Or is this payback for Leah last night and me letting her hang around me?" he asked.
Leah who? Oh, I remembered now.
"Yes, seeing her touch my man that way made me want to tease you." I laughed.
"Your man, huh. You seemed pretty close with that blonde." Jealousy saturated his tone.
"And everyone says I am the jealous one. Plus I have always had a soft spot for musicians."
"So it didn't work?" He said disappointed.
"No."
"I let her fondle me for nothing." He said in horror.
"The bad part is, if she wasn't there I was going to take you to a secluded part of the beach, go into the water and have my way with you." I told him and he stopped breathing.
"Fuck me." he groaned.
"Not until you woo me." I whispered.
He stared at me for a while. "What are some of your favorite things?" he asked,
I looked away to think. "The stars, the ocean, hiking…" I trailed off.
"Musicians." He finished.
"Yeah. There is just something about how a man handles an instrument that I love. Do you play anything?" I asked and he frowned.
"No, there was always something better to do than learn music. Now I wished I would have taken guitar lessons." He said and I laughed. "I can sing a little."
"That works too." I told him.
"Do you just play the guitar, or other stuff?" he asked.
"I think the better question is what I don't play."
He wrapped me in his arms, holding me close.
"I keep on thinking you are a dream. You are perfect, I am afraid I will wake up and everyone will be Annie who?" he whispered seriously.
"I am far from perfect." I told him.
"You are so hesitant, is it because there is someone else?" he asked.
I debated on telling him the truth. But ended up deciding to.
"Was. I haven't seen him in a really long time. But that isn't the only thing holding me back." I sighed.
"I know, you aren't ready to tell me. I will wait." He got up. "I have to use the bathroom." He told me.
"Where is your leash I will walk you." I said seriously, but then started to laugh.
He glared at me and left the room. Laughing a little I snuggled under the blankets, breathing in his smell. His door opened.
"Paul, Sam needs to tal.. Oh sorry." Jared said quickly.
I laughed. "He is in the bathroom."
"Uh… thanks." He said and shut the door.
A few minutes later Paul came in his room and got under the covers with me.
"Don't you need to go see Sam?" I asked.
"No. He can wait." He mumbled grabbing me and pulling me to him.
"You better go. I need to head home anyway." I told him.
He pulled me closer. "No."
"Sorry, but yes." I giggled. He threw the covers off and got up.
"Fine. When will you be down next?"
"Soon. Tomorrow probably." He smiled at me.
We got dressed then headed over to jakes. Paul was going to drop me off so I could get Bella and head home. Jared had left before we did. Like last night Paul carried my bag and held my hand as we walked.
He walked me up to my bike, and then went over to put my bag in Bella's truck. I got on my bike and rested my elbows on the front. Paul came over and stood next to my bike. I twisted around so I was facing him. He set his hands low on my waist and leaned in.
His lips brushed mine slightly and I laced my hands behind his neck. His kissed me like he was savoring it.
Someone walked out and whistled. Instead of Paul jumping back like a normal person that just got caught kissing he deepened the kiss. He became more eager, pressing me closer to him.
"Paul, let her breath and let's go." Sam yelled, Paul flipped him off and took a step back.
"I will see you later." He whispered. "Don't forget to put on your helmet."
"Bye, Paul." I said as he walked away.
Bella got in her truck with a smile on her face and I shook my head at her. Paul made it over to his friends and they were all making comments. One comment made by Jared gave me a sick feeling in my stomach.
"Surprised you don't have a ring on her finger."
They all left except Jacob. I got off my bike and lifted it into the back of the truck.
"Ya, don't let them see you do that. I think it will cause some questions." He laughed.
"Ha ha." I said then got in the truck.
He waved goodbye as the old beast roared to life. Bella looked at me from the corner of her eye.
"Go ahead." I told her.
"You two are cute together. I saw you holding hands." She smiled.
"I bet you and Edward are cute together." She smiled bigger.
"Oh I know we are." She said then frowned.
"Less than two months Bella. He will be here. I told her and her frown turned into a smile so big that my cheeks started to hurt.
"When they get back, you are going to have to tell him." she said.
"I know." I whispered.
I couldn't forget that, it was always in the front of my mind.
June 2015: Bella…
Annie was sitting outside and I was finishing up my favorite book for the millionth time. I remember the day that Edward and I ditched and I bought it. I smiled at the memory and shut my book. She had been so happy lately. Paul had been 'wooing' her, as she put it. It was June; Annie said that Edward would be home any day.
I heard the door open and Annie walked in. She almost looked like she had been crying.
"Are you okay?" I asked and she shook her head.
"I like Paul. But each second I spend with him, I feel like I am betraying Luke." She whispered.
"Luke, is that the guy you still love?" I asked her and a tear slipped out of her eye. She looked away.
"He never loved me, he used me. I just can't let him go." She sighed.
"What about finding him, resolving it with him?" I offered and she shook her head.
"That is not an option." She said and went quiet. "Do you want to go on a hike or something, I have to get out of this house." she said and I nodded. Twenty minutes later we were in the truck and driving up to where the Cullen's came to play baseball.
The field looked different when it was sunny, and I enjoyed the light for a while. We hiked up a hill and had lunch. Around two we headed back down, but when we got to the edge of the trees Annie stopped.
"Hold it Bella." She whispered.
I was staring in her direction when I saw it. A mass of red hair was walking toward us. Victoria stopped in the middle of the field.
"Hello Bella." She sneered.
"Don't worry Bella, she won't hurt you. I didn't even see her so that means that I don't even see her as a threat." Annie told me.
"Bella! Annie! Get back." I turned to see Jacob, and Paul running toward us. Followed by four wolves.
Annie hid me behind her. "Run along now, you don't want to get hurt." Annie told her and Victoria's smile faded.
Paul and Jacob reached us. Paul was already shaking. Annie looked at Jacob and he grabbed me and took me far enough away that Paul wouldn't hurt me if he changed.
"Annie, go!" he said and she took another step toward Victoria.
"You need to leave, Paul. Stay blissfully ignorant." She said, though it sounded more like begging.
Victoria was right next to Annie. "You don't want to see me kill her." Victoria said as she ran a finger across Annie's neck.
Paul started to shake more and the rest of the wolves were getting uneasy. They all still believed Annie was human.
"Get away from her." Paul growled.
Victoria slapped Annie across the face and Paul lost it. In a matter of seconds Victoria was in the middle of the field and Paul was shifting, with Annie right in front of him.
She leapt as Paul changed and landed back on the ground I front of him. You could see the disbelief on his face even though he was in wolf form.
"I didn't want you to find out this way." She whispered.
"Your… you're not human?" Victoria asked and went to take off.
Before she even made it a foot from her spot Annie was on her. She grabbed the back of her neck and threw her on the ground. Time stood still and Paul ran into the woods. Seconds later he was in short and standing next to Jacob, with a pained look on his face.
"The human needs to die. Her mate killed my…" she started but any stopped her.
"I killed James. Not Edward." She told her.
Victoria jumped up and took off, but Annie was right on her. They disappeared around a corner and we started to run toward them. We heard a scream and started to run faster.
By time we got to them Annie was standing over a fire that smelt like incense.
"Jake, take Bella home." She said without looking at us and took off. Vampires ran fast, but I never saw any of the Cullen's run like that.
"ANBERLIEGH!" Paul started after her, but Jake stopped him.
"Let me go." He growled.
"No, there is no way you can catch her. She needs to be alone right now." Jake told him.
"Jake is right Paul. Annie is a vampire, only half a vampire. She was born that way. She believes that once you know you will hate her." I told him and he frowned.
"No, I couldn't… ever." He whispered.
"Just give her time." Jacob said.
Time, I thought, time and a reason to move on.
Jacob dropped me off, this time refusing to let Paul come saying to give Annie at least a day.
We pulled into the driveway.
"I better see how Paul is doing." He said and gave me a hug.
I watched him leave and went into the house.
"Bella!" I heard someone exclaim. I was taken aback at first.
"Alice?" what was she doing here?