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Chapter 20 - Rebellion

I heard Jas' distinct laughter coming from the door and stuck my head out from under the covers. Edward had moved swiftly from his position between my legs and was now lying next to me under the covers. If that had been me caught between his legs, I'm sure I would have ended up naked, face first smacked in the middle of the floor. I was grateful that at least one of us is graceful.

"Shut up, Jas! You're going to wake Charlie!" I seethed. Unfortunately, it didn't have the desired effect. Jas was now hunched over, holding his stomach while continuing to giggle.

"Okay, this is priceless! I'm gonna go to the bathroom now . . . " Jas turned around and closed the door behind him. Edward and I didn't move for a while. I think we were both in shock.

"Ugh, I'm sorry . . . I guess this comes with the pleasure of sharing a room," I muttered, completely and utterly embarrassed. Honestly, I don't think I've ever felt this uncomfortable . . . this humiliated in my entire life. I figured it must be late and both of us must have forgotten about time, but then a look over to the alarm clock told me that it was barely eleven thirty. Deducting the time it took for Jas to get there and back, he had only stayed at Alice's place maybe for an hour or two. Just my luck! Usually he'd stay there at least half the night.

"Honestly, I'm just happy it wasn't your father," Edward whispered back to me, before getting up and looking for his underwear. "I guess this means we will have to continue this another time." He wiggled his eyebrows at me suggestively, clearly still high.

"Continue? Ehm . . . it's not like you . . . you know . . . actually started anything," I stuttered, getting out of bed and pulling on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt to walk him to the front door.

"Okay, so what are you doing tomorrow after school?" he asked, buttoning up his shirt and looking way too good for anybody at the end of a long day.

"Mmh, whatever you want to do. I've nothing planned. Ready?" I needed to get out of the room, before I was tempted to jump him, run my hand through his hair, and kiss him again. Instead, I motioned at the door.

"Yeah," he whispered, catching up with me in one step and bowing his head so his face was buried in my hair. He crossed his arms around me and pulled me back into his chest. I felt his slow inhale and exhale as he held me tighter against him until I almost couldn't breathe anymore and felt my knees go weak. I wanted to stay this close to him. I didn't want him to leave. Not now and maybe not ever.

I didn't know whether I would be able to find anyone else who could make my stomach twist, my heart beat faster, and set my skin on fire just with the slightest touch like Edward did. To top it off, I was starting to become dependent on it -- the feeling I had when he was near me. The thought scared me and made me uncomfortable. I had never really formed attachments to anyone outside of my family. I shook my head, trying to clear the haze induced by smoking grass and the other things we'd just done. I tried to step away, but couldn't. Edward was still holding me in the same position with his arms crossed around my chest.

"Just a couple of more minutes, until Jas comes back, please," Edward pleaded. I stayed, held into place by his arms; his head still bent forward, breathing into my hair. I relaxed and melted into him, questioning whether he felt the same way – whether it scared him like it scared me.

We waited like this until we heard the bathroom door being opened and closed.

"I'll walk you out," I mouthed, as I opened the door and walked ahead. Edward remained close behind me, never letting go of the hand.

When I opened the front door, my eyes searched for his bike, but I only saw Jas's bike leaning against the front porch.

"Where's your bike?"

"I took the car. It's around the corner over there." He looked towards the left side of the street.

"Oh. So, I'll see you tomorrow I guess?"

"Yeah, of course. At school and after school, if you have time," he answered with a snicker, his eyes giving me an incredulous look.

"I'm sorry about Jas and all," I murmured, looking down at my untied shoes, feeling flustered again. Jas would probably tease me for a long time about this. We'd both caught Rose and Renee in unflattering and compromising positions before, but never each other. He'd never let me live this down.

I heard Edward swallow thickly before feeling his hot breath and then his lips on my mouth. I moved closer and pulled myself up onto my tippy toes, whimpering in pain when my ankle buckled under the pressure.

"Oh, crap, my ankle."

"Sorry." Edward simply picked me up with his hands on my waist, dropped me carefully onto the ledge of the porch, and kissed me again. I parted my legs and pulled him closer.

"I should probably get going and let you try to get some sleep."

"Okay," I murmured, kissing him one more time before pulling away hesitantly.

"How is it that I can never quite get enough of you?" Edward sighed, giving me quick peck on the lips, before lifting me up to drop me slowly onto my own two feet.

Maybe he felt it too -- the completeness when we were together and the emptiness when we were apart.

"Hey, are you going to be in trouble, if your mom hears the car?" I asked, suddenly worrying about what kind of trouble he'd be in because he came to see me.

"I doubt she'll hear anything. I accidentally dropped a bottle of pills in her bathroom and it didn't wake her up. I found Valium and all sorts of other stuff in her medicine cabinet. I'm sure whatever she took will keep her asleep. Besides, I don't care anymore," he replied, shrugging his shoulders.

"What do you mean, you don't care anymore?"

"I'm not going to let her tell me anymore what to do." He acted casual about his plan to ignore his mom's orders. I wasn't sure I was sold on this new attitude. We'd smoked grass and fooled around. He felt brave now. He might change his tune once the sun rose I thought. Sometimes things look different in daylight.

"Well, good night. Hope you don't wake her."

Edward rolled his eyes and gave me a crooked grin. "I'm pretty sure I won't. I'll miss you!" he said, gazing at me with bright eyes before turning around and leisurely strolling down the road.

As quietly as I could, I crept back up the stairs. I briefly considered whether I should take a quick shower before going back to bed. It would sort of kill two birds with one stone: I would get the sticky stuff off my chest and Jas would likely be asleep when I returned. No need to give him further opportunity to laugh at me tonight.

Freshly showered, I limped back to the bedroom hoping that Jas would be dead asleep. No such luck though.

Jas was lying on the bed with the light still on and a big, fat smile on his face, which turned, to my chagrin, into silent laughter the minute I stepped into the room.

"What?" I snapped, plunking myself down on my bed and pulling the covers up.

"You just crack me up, Bella. I'm tempted to tell Rose. She'll be jealous of you for the first time in her life."

"Yeah, if she finds out, which she won't," I instructed, giving him the 'revenge will follow if you do' look. It was enough I'd have to suffer through endless hours of snickering and silly remarks from Jas -- the last thing I needed were Rose's comments on top of that.

"Okay, I won't say anything. So I take it Eddie has a wild streak?" he added with a giggle.

"Stop fucking giggling like a twelve-year-old girl, Jas. And – none of your business! Why the hell were you back so early anyway? It's barely eleven thirty. Don't tell me Alice kicked your ass out of her bed."

To my amusement my last comment shut dear Jasper up. He huffed once without giving me any further answers, switched off the light, and turned his back to me to face the wall.

"Good night," I snorted, now smiling, happy I'd hit a nerve.

From what I could tell, by watching Alice and Jas the next day at school, something was still out of whack between the two of them. Jas was no longer acting like a douche – quite the opposite actually – but Alice still ignored him. Jas was carrying her books, which I don't think I'd ever seen him do before. It just wasn't his style. Neither were opening doors or other forms of gentlemanly behavior, for that matter. Yet there he was scurrying alongside Alice holding her books and hurrying to push the doors open for her, channeling apparently Edward, but lacking his poise. With Jas, the whole act just looked unnatural.

Just before lunch break, Alice caught up with Edward and I as we were walking toward the lunchroom.

"Bella, can I talk to you for a second alone?" Alice asked, her gaze directed at me.

"Sure." I let go of Edward's hand and watched him walk away.

"Shoot. What's going on, Alice?" I asked, when he was out of hearing distance.

"So Rose mentioned something about you guys going to Port Angeles on Wednesday for a doctor's appointment," she babbled rapidly, her eyes darting quickly between me and the people passing us by.

"Uhm, yeah. Do you want to come along?" I suggested, anticipating her next question.

"Yeah, I do, if you don't mind. Thanks. I'm going to call today to see whether I can get an appointment right after you or something. I also wanted to go dress shopping for the Valentine's Day Dance the school is hosting. Has Edward asked you yet? Because he told Mother this morning that he's taking you and she almost had a meltdown," Alice rattled on excitedly.

"Mmmh, no he hasn't," I admitted, feeling awkward. "I don't really do school dances, Alice. I hope he doesn't expect me to go . . ." The thought of attending one at this school, in particular, made me cringe.

"No, Bella. You all have to go! I can't go without you, and Jas won't go if you don't. He's already said so. Please, please, please," she whined in a high-pitched voice. I didn't have the heart to tell her that there was no way in hell I'd be voluntarily attending a dance, much less a Valentine's Day dance – out of all things cheesy and fake.

"We'll see, okay? So what's going on between Jas and you? I told him to go talk to you yesterday. Did he?" I attempted to steer her away from the topic of school dances and dresses.

"Yeah, he did. He apologized, but I figure he needs to learn a lesson, so I'm letting him beg for a little while longer. Don't be mad at me for it. Thank you so much for getting him over to our house. I pushed Edward to go see you as well."

"Trust me, I won't be mad at you for giving Jas the cold shoulder. He had it coming. I guess guys need to be shoved into the right direction on occasion. Hope it wasn't too hard a job to convince Edward."

"Nope. I really didn't have to convince him. Mostly he was just worried you'd be mad at him," she responded, as we strolled into the lunchroom and found our table.

"How's your ankle?" Emmett asked, the minute I sat down. "I guess you weren't lying about being a klutz."

"Hey, can't say I didn't warn you." I smirked, grabbing Edward's hand when I felt him stiffen at the mention of my latest injury.

Lunchtime passed all too quickly with Edward holding my hand underneath the table and playing with my fingers. The earlier feeling of unease about my growing dependence on him was still lingering somewhere, but I pushed it aside. I didn't want it to cloud my mood. What was the point anyway?

I thought about asking him about the school dance since he had proclaimed to his mom that he was taking me. I figured I'd better wait for him to bring it up, and then let him down easily by telling him school dances weren't my thing.

Biology passed in a snap with Edward next to me. Gym dragged on, mostly I guess, because he wasn't around and I knew I wouldn't see him for at least another two hours. At least I was excused from participation and was able to do most of my homework.

Edward had promised to come by my house right after he dropped off Alice at home, but I was already counting the minutes by the time I was sitting in the truck with Rose and Jas.

"So does Emmett have practice today?" I asked Rose, who seemed to be in a mellow mood.

"Yeah. Apparently he got some football scholarship offers from universities, but he says he needs to perform well this semester in order to make sure they don't withdraw them, so he's putting in extra time for practice. I dunno. I told him to just apply to some other schools to see whether he can get an academic scholarship, but he said his dad would be pissed and you know he can't let Daddy down."

"I see. Alice is coming along to Port Angeles on Wednesday, by the way. I hope you don't mind. I told her it was okay."

"Yeah, of course. Totally fine."

"What are you guys planning on doing in Port Angeles? Maybe I'll come along." Jas asked out of the blue.

"Na, it's a girls kinda trip, so unless you have a vagina and boobs, you're not invited," Rose responded with a smile.

"Whatever. Like I care." Jas shrugged his shoulders and looked pointedly out the window.

"Oh, but you do care dear brother!" Rose teased. "Lemme guess -- Alice has finally woken up, figured out she's dating a completely inconsiderate loser, and now you're working overtime to make up for your shitty behavior?"

Jas snorted, but kept quiet.

When we arrived back home, I hobbled straight to my room to grab a change of clothes. Before I could hurry off to the bathroom, Jas walked in.

"Bells, do you wanna go smoke a joint before doing homework?"

"Nope. Edward is coming by after he drops Alice off at home. I'll do my homework after dinner. Besides, I did most of my work during gym."

Jas stared at me like I had two heads.

I shrugged my shoulders and walked into the bathroom to take a quick shower, brush my teeth, and change into a different pair of jeans and t-shirt.

Twenty minutes later I was staring out the kitchen window eating peanut butter and waiting for the Volvo to pull up. According to the kitchen clock I'd been waiting for exactly five minutes and forty five seconds when Edward arrived.

"Hey," I greeted him, opening up the door before he had a chance to knock. Pathetic me.

"Hey," Edward said, standing with his hands deep in his pockets and glancing from side to side. "So, do you want to get out of here?" I stared at him and it took me a minute to tear my eyes away.

"Yeah, let me grab my jacket." I ran back inside and into the living room to inform Rose that I was hanging out with Edward and would be back for dinner. She looked a little perplexed, but then just nodded and went back to doing her homework.

"So, where did you wanna go?" I asked, feeling my cheeks heat up as we were sitting in the car and he pulled out onto the road.

"Well, we can go back to the boathouse . . . if . . . if you like?" Edward stammered, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks. I looked at him and started laughing and couldn't stop. As much as I tried, all I kept on thinking was how silly it was we were both obsessing about when and where we could make out. I figured Edward was smart enough to keep concentrating in class, but I could practically see my grades slip before my very eyes if I didn't rein my mind in soon.

"What's so funny?" Edward looked at me with wide eyes, blinking at the road and then glancing over to me again.

"It's . . . funny . . . you know . . . " I barely got any words out through my persistent fits of giggles. Edward shook his head. I'd stopped laughing when he stopped the car on the path to his house where we'd parked on our previous excursion to the boathouse and leaned over to kiss me.

"You . . . still . . . haven't . . . told me . . .what was so funny?" he asked between impatient kisses on my lips. He moved down to kiss my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

"Ugh, it's just funny, how all I want to do is . . . you know . . . make out . . . We can stay in the car, too. I don't even care as long as you kiss me." Edward was licking and biting my earlobe and I didn't want him to stop. I also wasn't looking forward to the hike down to the boathouse with my swollen ankle.

"I vote we go to the boathouse. It will be more comfortable . . . " he murmured between soft, wet kisses and licks.

"Comfortable, huh?" I replied, raising one eyebrow questioningly and moving his head away from my neck so I could see his face.

"Uhm, yeah. Let's go." He opened his door and was at the passenger door in no time.

"I shouldn't walk for too long. My ankle is still swollen," I taunted, even though I was pretty certain I would limp around for miles just to be alone with Edward and a sofa in close proximity. Edward stuck his head into the car, lifted me out of my seat and kicked the car door closed with his foot.

"I guess someone is determined . . . " I mused. "I was kidding by the way. I can walk, just not very fast." I held onto him with my arms around his shoulders and placed a kiss on his cheek.

"You weigh nothing, Bella. We'll be faster if I carry you." He marched determinedly forward at a fast pace, picking up speed, as we got closer to the boathouse. By the time we reached our destination though, I could tell that he was out of breath. He nevertheless insisted on carrying me up the steps to the upper floor. We both laughed when he dropped me and then bent forward with his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath.

"I could've walked," I said. Edward looked up at me with sweat on his brow, smirking, before straightening up and dragging me over to the sofa.

"But we'd still be walking," he answered, kissing me and pushing off his jacket.

I shrugged my jacket off as well and Edward landed on top of me on the small sofa. He pushed himself up on his elbows and peered at me with his kaleidoscope eyes.

"I've missed you. I know it sounds silly because I just saw you in school, but . . ."

"I missed you, too," I answered in a barely audible voice. Edward didn't move. He continued to gaze at me with his green eyes. I reached my hand up and started playing with his hair.

"Since I've started touching you, I can't stop. It's like you're my drug of choice and I'm hopelessly addicted to you. I want to be with you all the time . . . I sometimes wonder whether it feels this good . . . for everyone . . . and if it does, why does my father never come home anymore?"

I pushed myself up on my elbows and started kissing him. I didn't want him to worry about his parents. I wanted to build a cocoon around us where we could stay and be ourselves without worries about the real world. Whenever I kissed Edward, it almost felt like that for me – like the world outside of our own bubble of happiness didn't matter. I wanted him to be able to share that feeling with me.

He kissed me back slowly at first, sucking gently on my bottom lip, before our tongues touched. Unhurriedly we both took our shirts off, exploring each other with our fingers and lips. Edward eventually pulled down my pants together with my underwear, leaving me completely naked on the sofa, while he kept his pants on. He kissed and licked with agonizingly slow speed first my chest and then my thighs before settling with his face between legs. I got that he was trying to be sweet and tender, yet I had a hard time keeping the rising tide of panic at bay. I'd never felt so completely exposed and vulnerable. I tensed up when he touched me between my legs.

When I felt his tongue gliding over me, I tried to remain calm but my heart was beating a mile a minute.

"Tell me what feels right," he said quietly, looking up at me.

Nodding at him, I leaned back, trying to remain calm. I knew I was supposed to enjoy this. I inhaled and exhaled slowly as I felt his tongue carefully gliding over me until it hit the right spot. I pushed my hips forward in response and dropped them back quickly, feeling self-conscious about my body's reaction. He started sucking and kissing the same area, while pushing his fingers inside of me. I closed my eyes and concentrated on just feeling, rather than focusing on the fact that I was naked with the boy of my dreams between my legs, while I wasn't certain whether licking me down there was exactly pleasant for him.

It took a really long time for me to just blank out the stuff that was making me uncomfortable, and I was starting to fret about whether he'd give up his efforts. Would he call me frigid afterward? It wasn't that it didn't feel good – it felt amazing. So amazing in fact, I'd be disappointed if he never tried again because I was a fail. I briefly contemplated just faking it – I highly doubted he'd be able to tell the difference – but then I got close and just let go and an involuntary moan escaping my mouth when I came.

I wanted to push him away right afterward – his tongue felt like sensory overload –but Edward kept on licking away.

"Stop," I whimpered, squeezing my legs together. "Ugh, that can't taste good . . ."

"You do . . . actually taste good . . . so good, Bella," he replied with a grin on his face, kissing my stomach.

"Right. I think you're full of it," I grumbled, while Edward moved up until he was lying on top of me again and kissing me on the mouth.

"See," he said in between kisses. "I don't taste bad, right?"

"Yeah, actually you do kind of taste funky now," I said, scrunching my face together. I didn't think he tasted bad . . . just kind of off. Edward pulled up his face, giving me an offended look.

"Really? Should I stop kissing you then?"

"No . . . I'll get over it." I sighed, kissing him. Edward soon started grinding himself into my hips. I was turned on, but also in pain pretty soon from the rough fabric of his jeans chafing against my bare skin.

"The jeans and your belt . . . it hurts . . . Can you take them off?"

"I don't know whether that's such a good idea, Bella." His voice sounded conflicted.

"Keep your underwear on," I suggested. "Hang on. I'll put mine on too." I wiggled out from underneath him and got up to grab my panties. Edward hesitated for a second, before unbuckling his belt and taking off his pants. I lay back on the sofa facing him on my side. I let my hands trail down his arm.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked, suggestively looking down his body, resting my eyes on his underwear.

"You don't have to . . . Can we just go back to what we were doing a minute ago?"

"Sure." I kissed him and he moved back on top of me. I slowly wrapped my legs around him while he rocked gently into me.

"Bella . . . so good . . . so pretty," Edward panted into my mouth, thrusting more forcefully and at a faster pace between my legs. "Does it feel okay?"

"Feels good . . ." I assured him. Before I could get into it I heard him groan and felt something wet on my stomach. He pushed himself up on his elbows and we both glanced down. In our grinding frenzy, Edward had somehow pushed his underwear down and his thing was protruding out from the top of his underwear. My stomach was splattered with his milky stuff.

"Sorry," he muttered, shrugging his shoulders and grabbing his t-shirt to clean me up.

"Stop saying sorry all the time when there's nothing to be sorry for."

"Yeah, actually there is plenty to be sorry for. First off, I always get my mess all over you, second . . . that . . . was kind of pathetic and I lasted for a grand total of what -- two minutes? So if this is any indication of how good I am at this . . . well, I actually suck!" he said, grabbing his hair and sitting between my legs with flushed cheeks.

"Stop it," I interrupted him, pushing myself up on my elbows and reaching for his arm. "I think you're really good . . . not that I have that much experience to base this on . . . but no boy has ever made me . . . you know . . . " I rolled my eyes. "Have an orgasm before. I mean the dude from the surf shop last summer tried . . ." A nervous laugh escaped me, as I babbled on without any verbal filter. Edward was staring at me at this point. All of the blood had drained from his face, leaving him looking ghostly.

"What dude?"

"Nobody really. Some guy I used to fool around with . . . No, wait. Actually I just kissed him. He tried with his hand and it felt awful . . . horrible. Stop being mad at me, Edward! Feel flattered – out of the pathetic number of guys I've kissed, none of them ever made me feel the way you do."

"I'm sorry . . . I'm not mad. Just jealous I guess . . . that someone touched you before." He moved toward me, pressing his lips against my nose.

"So he was way worse?" Edward said, now cocking an eyebrow up at me questioningly, one side of his mouth almost twitching up into a sheepish smile.

"Not even close . . . no competition at all for you." I smiled up at him. "Actually, I think everything you've done so far felt really, really good."

"Thanks?" He laughed and kissed my breasts. "I'm sure there is room for improvement though . . . "

"Barely. I think you're quite perfect already. I won't be able to keep up . . . "

He laughed out loud at my comment. "No worries. I don't think that will ever happen. So I was wondering, how do you feel about going to the school dance with me?" My smile quickly disappeared and was replaced by a frown.

"No, please, Edward. Don't make me go. I don't do school dances, period."

"Please, for me?" His eyes sparkled, as he pleaded.

"Why? Alice already told me about it but . . ." I shrugged my shoulders.

"Because I already told my mother that I'm taking you and Alice wants to go pretty badly and maybe Newton will stop ogling you if you come as my date."

"I don't really want to go and I'm pretty sure it's pretty obvious to everybody at school . . . I mean, we're always together and you kiss me, so what's the point? You know it's going to be lame."

"Please, Bella. Why don't you want to go to the dance with me? Please." He placed kisses along my neck, over my cheek and on my mouth. I felt myself relent against my better judgment.

"I hate school dances. They're always awkward and I always end up having to dance with some boy with sweaty hands. And I don't even like to dance. I don't like being stuffed into some silly dress that itches and that I'll never wear again . . ." I nervously admitted. "But if you absolutely have to take me, I'll go," I finished, exhaling dramatically.

"Don't worry, Bella. I won't let any boy with sweaty hands near you and I don't have sweaty hands – at least not usually." He chuckled.

"Whatever, Edward . . . You'd better not make me stay there all night. So you told you're mom about it?" I asked, restating the obvious.

"Yeah, I told you already. I don't care anymore what she says."

"She doesn't like me."

"She doesn't even know you . . . it doesn't matter. I like you and my Dad thinks you're pretty."

"I'm not pretty. Rose is pretty. You're pretty. I'm blah," I announced. He stared at me, furrowing his eyebrows together.

"You don't see yourself very clearly, Bella," he said, shaking his head. "You're beautiful."

We rolled around together naked on the sofa for the rest of the afternoon until it was time to head back home for dinner. Edward asked whether I thought Jas would leave tonight and I told him that I highly doubted it. He seemed disappointed.

Jas gave me the silent treatment when I got home and definitely made no attempt to leave the house that night. We both fell asleep early without even saying goodnight.

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