Hello everyone!

I am so so so so sorry that it has taken me this long to update. I dont think i can say sorry enough.

I just got so caught up in school stuff that updating was put on a back burner.

I hope to get back into the swing of things with regular updates and i hope that all my lovely readers stay with me.

I cant say it enough you all are the best and mean so much to me!

And a special thank you to Alice Penweather for adding my story to her community, I saw it and nearly cried. I know I'm a sap but it meant so much to me. So thank you loads!

And a big shout out to all those who reviewed this in my long absence. It meant so much to me.

Ok so enough of the sappy, and on with the story!

Again i am a team edward member but i love jake as a best friend.

I dont own any of the SM character's i just get to control them for the time being.

It had been two weeks since the kiss. Two whole weeks, and yet I was worse off than when I started. Before he would talk to me, now nothing, I mean it's not hard to say "Hi I enjoyed kissing you care to try again?"

I mean I thought he enjoyed it, maybe I was wrong. Oh well if he doesn't care, then I don't care. End of story!

Right?

Wrong, for some odd reason if I didn't see him I wondered where he was at. If I was wondering where he was at, then I was thinking of what he was doing. Every second of my day for the past two weeks seemed to center around him. It was pathetic.

Breathe Bella, I had to tell myself as I walked up the pathway to my art class room. I would forget him, if he wanted to forget me.

There settled, end of thinking of him, missing him, and wanting him. I would erase him from my mind.

Stupid prick.

I opened the doors and almost dropped my sketch book. Shit, I forgot our next project was to draw naked models. I could feel the heat on my face. I'm sure I could rival a tomato, that's how red I probably was.

I took a deep breath and went over to my station. I could deal with this, Psh it's just naked people.

I pulled out my seat and waited for my teacher to give the directions. I put my sketch book down and dug in my purse for my pencil's so I could sketch out my model.

I sent out a silent prayer hoping that I didn't get the old homeless man that's rumored to do this all the time. That would be just what I needed. It was the end of the two weeks, I had to draw a naked person, and I had that stupid carnival meeting to go to so I could man the oh so famous kissing booth. Wow I just had the best luck didn't I?

I tapped my fingers, why is that when I'm early the teachers always late?

I leaned over and started to talk to the girl next to me.

"So five bucks says I get the homeless man."

She turned and started laughing, "I was just praying that I wouldn't get him." I smiled and nodded along.

I had known her since the beginning of the year but never talked to her much since we were always too busy either doing work or just too busy in general.

We talked for another ten minutes or so, then we heard the door open and saw our teacher finally come in. He had a bunch of males behind him and I silently prayed and crossed my fingers hoping against all odds that my luck would change today and I would be spared the old man.

So far all the models looked decent, no one to drool over.

Our teacher then made his way to the center of the room and stood up on his pedestal.

"Good Morning class, sorry for the delay. I had to go round up some models!" He clapped excitedly.

I could just see him now walking the streets of New York asking people if they would like to pose nude for a bunch or art students. I had to hide my laugh.

"So here for your delight are your models! They each have a number to be far so I'll call on a student you pick a number then you and your model will get down to business!" He smiled and began calling out names of various students.

Please let me get a good model, please let me get a good model, please let me get a good model! I chanted in my head.

Finally it was my turn, "Ah Bella please pick a number."

I thought of my number, I usually always pick 3 or 7. I'll go with 7.

"7." I said hoping to get a good model. I don't care about body's I just hope that I don't get a pervert or cocky guy.

"Excellent choice!" He clapped, his face probably hurt from smiling so huge.

"Jacob please go over to Bella, Bella please raise your hand."

I saw my model and immediately felt the familiar blush creep up my face. He was good looking and seemed to be a nice person, his face was open and innocent looking. I smiled up at him as he stopped by my station.

"Hi I'm Jake." He said one hand reaching behind his neck, I could see the muscles flex. Hey! I had to pay attention to that, an artist has to be aware of all details.

I blushed again and held out my hand. God shoot me!

"Bella. So have you uh done this before?" I asked, then wished that I could just crawl up and die. What person asks that?

He just laughed, a nice deep laugh. Jeeze I'm noticing his laugh. I wish I could smack myself in the head, but then that would lead to more embarrassment.

Do you ever remember being asked as a kid if you could have one super power what would it be? I change mine from being able to fly to being able to be invisible. Invisible girl had it easy, any embarrassing moment and bam it was like she was never there.

"Uh actually not at all." He smiled at me.

"Oh, well you can sit." I pointed to the chair across from my table. "We don't have to get to the whole stripping part yet." I mumbled.

"Are you going to strip too?" He laughed.

I blushed, "Nope that's just you." I smiled.

I liked this kid, well he wasn't a kid more of a very tan muscular man, but you get my point. He was easy on the eyes and he had a good personality.

I smiled at him and just began asking him questions. I wanted to get to know him, it was like I was drawn to him but not in a romantic way, more like a best friend way.

So that's how I spent the rest of my two hour class. I got to know him inside and out. We had a lot in common, and I promised as I walked out with him that I wouldn't let the whole drawing him naked get in the way of our budding friendship.

I waved goodbye and made my way to the subway. I had to go home and drop of my sketch book off. The thing was bigger than I was. Then I had to run back to the subway and get the train to that stupid ass meeting. I put in my ipod and hit shuffle. The first song popped up, it was feel good drag by Anberlin and sat the rest of the ride to my house in silence.

I ran up the stairs to my front door quickly opening it and ran up the stairs to my bedroom. I dropped my sketch book off and ran to the closet to change outfits. I couldn't show up to a ritzy meeting in paint stained jeans and sky's Hayne's t-shit.

I dug out some dark washed skinny jeans then grabbed a blue and white stripped racer back tank top and slipped on some gladiator sandals and hopped down the stairs as I ran to the kitchen grabbing a bottle of water and rushed out the door knowing I'd be late if I didn't get a move on.

I full on sprinted out my door and then the front gate and didn't stop till I slid my pass threw and hopped onto the train. I sat down gasping for breath. I had a huge goofy grin on my face knowing that I'd make it on time.

After I got my breathing under control I gulped down my bottle of water, I didn't realize how thirsty I was till it was all gone.

The train didn't have that many people on it so I made it to my stop in record time. I smiled as I sped walked to the Ritz Carlton, finally it seemed as though my luck was turning up.

I pushed the revolving doors, not getting to stop and play with them as I always loved to. I would always do that no matter where and what age, and I would only stop when security asked me too.

I walked up to the front desk and asked where the meeting was.

It was in the tea room, oh just what a starving kid wants. Tea.

I smiled and walked in the direction that he pointed me in. I pushed through the French doors and blushed when I realized that the meeting had indeed started.

I slid over to an empty table as quietly as I could hoping that no one would call me out on being late.

Apparently not, Mrs. Newton the she devil herself had to call me out. Reminder to self murder her the next chance I get. Her and her stupid son.

"Ah Bella, so glad you could join us." She smiled her overly fake smile.

Oh if murder was legal.

Then like clock work everyone in the room turned in their chair to stare at me. I glared up at Mrs. Newton.

I saw Alice up front and waved at her.

She smiled and waved back before the she devil cleared her throat and continued the meeting.

I barely listened, mostly spending the meeting harassing the waiters and playing with my tea.

I huffed and began blowing up my bangs, something I usually resorted in when I was in extreme boredom. Like I was now.

After two hours the meeting was still not over. I looked over my shoulder noticing that no waiter was by the back doors and my table was close enough to them that I could sneak away undetected. I would get my schedule from Alice later, or I could just ask my mom. I shuddered and decided to ask Alice later.

I pushed out my chair, about to make my great escape when the doors were pushed open and in strolled the man that had haunted my mind for two weeks straight, and on his arm was some perfectly blonde Barbie.

I wanted to hurl.

I know it's short but i'm just getting in the swing of things again.

Sorry about the ending, i hope you guys like it anyway.

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