AN: Enjoy!
(Oh...while you wait for the next chapter, you might want to check out Ugly Duckling Bakery. It's this Bella all grown up and running a bakery.)
Chapter 29
"It looks itchy." The kid was rubbing my hive infested neck. The hives that were now traveling to other areas of my body.
"It's the sweater, man," My new appendage, Kate stated. I wished she would find her buddy, the Blond Bob Marley. Oh wait...he's off canoodling with Tiny Dancer. I really wished I didn't know that.
I placed my head on the table. It used to be so nice being alone in a corner and reading angry manifestos. Now I was surrounded by people. I hated people. Let me clarify, I hated people and hives. Those hives were growing hot and uncomfortable.
The kid rubbed my heated skin. "You need to take off the sweater, Bella. Kate's right."
"Mary Jane is going into withdraw. She cannot be trusted," I mumbled into my arms. My face was burning now.
The giant started laughing. I hated Emmett sometimes. "I've seen your fine body, little one. You don't have to worry about a thang."
I looked up. "I will kill you, Goliath."
"You're face!" Baseball Boy looked at me with concern. He gently pulled me out of my seat. "We'll be back in a few minutes."
"My hot dog!" I pointed to my tray.
"The last thing Ed needs to see is you eating a hot dog. He's already sporting a boner by touching your arm." The giant pointed at the kid's pants.
He had indeed grown larger.
"I'm buying you a muzzle!" The kid angrily said to his gigantic friend before pulling me out of the cafeteria.
A few moments later, I found myself in a small janitor's closet. The kid was pulling off my sweater. He asked, "Where did you get this thing?"
"My mother. I've never worn it before, because literally it's like wearing a tent. Today, I have more of an appreciation for tents and the house dresses my grandma used to wear." I watched as he threw the sweater in a corner. "Hey, I need that."
"You can borrow the sweatshirt in my locker," he stated, as he unwrapped my arms from my waist. His eyes bore into my tee-shirt clad body. "You're so beautiful."
"You're one smooth operator, kid," I stated.
He smiled and kissed my nose. "Do you want to get the sweatshirt?"
"No I want..." This boy had me by my imaginary balls. "I want you."
Baseball Boy grabbed me and we kissed hard. I think he wasn't so stuck on his bases theory anymore.
We crashed into a pile of mops and brooms, as our tongues banged together. Rolls of toilet paper fell onto our heads as our hands wandered. The kids's foot ended up in a bucket of dirty water, as he tried to hitch his leg over me against a door.
This action forced our bodies to tumble out of the closet and onto the floor of the hallway, where our fellow students were heading to their next class. They all stopped and stared where the kid's body was on top of mine. His hand was under my shirt.
I gave a halfhearted wave from where I was pinned. "Hey."
