AN: Thank you for your support. Merry Christmas and a happy new year.
No beta, sorry for spelling mistakes and grammar errors.
EPOV
"Whoa." I whispered as I looked myself in the mirror.
My favourite shirt was covered in different colours and had a big blue 'B' on it. There also were two hand prints on my shoulders. But the worst was my face and hair. My face was blue and my hair was all over the place, with a little bit of blue in it as well. I did look like a smurf character, Bella was right.
Bella...
After Black followed her into the kitchen I tried my best not to hear, but they were screaming at each other. I just couldn't help but listen in.
Look Jake, I was showing Edward my painting-
What? You showed him your paintings!
Yeah.
You never showed me!
Bella never showed Black her paintings? Why?
Bella's painting. Her attic. It was… surreal.
I knew she was an painter. Her paint covered clothes gave that away. But I never knew she was an... artist. Yeah, I knew she was doing a painting for Alice and Jasper, but I never actually thought about her… talent. Not really.
When she showed me her paintings and artwork, I felt like was in the Louvre's basement, well… attic really.
Her attic.
I noticed that she was uncomfortable and maybe even embarrassed when she was showing me her attic. Like I would judge her by it or even mock her. She was so modest when I mentioned how amazing the attic and her artworks were. I don't think she even believed me.
As I thought more about it, I realised that Bella's attic was like my music room.
A place where we truly kept ourselves.
A place where we let our guard down and expressed yourselves.
A place of life and art.
A place of solitude.
A place we never showed to anyone.
Except now.
And why did she show me? You'll think the love of your life is a more important person to show our soul to, instead of your… biology partner. Right?
Then again, maybe she had the same fears I did. I was scared to be mocked by Tanya. But I didn't think that was the reason. Especially after the way Black acted. It was almost like he wanted her to show the room to him for years.
Then why did she show me instead of him?
Why did she show it to me?
(~*~)
I drove to Bella's place. I thought maybe we could talk about the plan some more. New strategies. The prom was coming up soon and I wanted to go with Tanya. But mostly I wanted to ask her about the paintings. Why had Black never seen them? Why did she only show them to me? However, I couldn't just show up to her place and demand her to tell me. So I thought of an excuse.
The towel. The towel she gave me yesterday to put in my car.
I as I pulled up in her driveway I noticed that the Chief's Cruiser wasn't there, which I was thankful for. I did not want to meet the 'Daughter Nazi', as liked to call him. I walked up the driveway and press the bell. No one came. I pressed it again. Nothing. I started knocking and the door was unlocked, slowly swinging open.
I furrowed my brow as I walked in and I locked the door when I was inside. I planned to tell Bella that she shouldn't just leave the door unlock. Some peeping Tom could just walk in and fucking take advantage of her. I walked in and called out her name. But I got no response. I looked around the kitchen and living room calling out her name.
I heard a faint sound coming upstairs. It sounded like music.
I rolled my eyes understanding what was going on. Bella was listening to music in her room and couldn't hear me come in. But that didn't mean she should just leave the door unlocked. I planned to go up stairs and tell her how irresponsible she was by leaving the door unlocked. As I went upstairs and got closer to her room the music got louder. Finally I was in front of her door and I could clearly hear the song. I had heard it before. My Uncle always sang it when he was drunk. I rolled my eyes at Bella's obvious song choice as I heard her singing along.
So that's why Bella couldn't hear me. She was singing a stupid song. She was just lucky I was the one who opened a door and not some sadistic psycho. I grabbed the door knob, knowing she wouldn't be able to hear my knock, and turned it. I was still pissed of knowing she didn't lock the front door but she didn't even lock her bedroom door. I was about to tell her that she couldn't look after herself and could have let any perv in her house, not to mention her bedroom as I opened her room door. My mouth was open to speak those words however, it just hung open as I saw what was in front of me.
Bella.
Naked.
Bella.
Naked.
My train of thought was broken as I heard the screech of death!
"AHHHHHHHH!" Bella screamed as she quickly wrapped herself with a t-shirt and turned around.
I stood there, dumbstruck, when I realised that I was not supposed to see Bella naked. Sudden, the realisation finally set in and I started panicking. You just walked in on Bella. Do something!
"I'm sorry. The door was unlocked and I… and I…" I stuttered. Bella's shirt wasn't exactly wrapped around her, she just clung it to her body. It covered her privates, but ended in the middle of her upper thigh. I couldn't move my eyes from her body.
"GET OUT!"
"I'm sorry. I truly didn't mean it at all. I'm sorry. It was an accident." I tried to explain myself.
"GET OUT!" She screamed at me.
It was then that I realised I had been gaping at her for the whole time. I nodded my head and told her sorry a couple of more times as I tried to get out, but I only hit my head on the wall.
"GET OUT EDWARD!" I quickly nodded my head and slammed the door. I could hear noises in her room.
"Umm… I'll be downstairs," I stuttered as I left and went down stairs, rubbing my head.
I don't even remember the walk to the living room. But the next thing I knew I was sitting on the couch, staring at empty space when I heard Bella come down.
I stood up and saw her red face. I didn't even know if that was from the blushing or if she was angry. She walked over and leaned on the opposite wall from me. We were metres apart.
"The door was unlocked. I mean the front door and I called out. You didn't hear me over the mu… music." I stuttered.
"Have you heard of knocking?" She grumbled to her feet, not making eye contact.
"I did, you didn't hear me," I lied. I didn't want to admit I barged into her room without knocking.
The silence grew as we both looked anywhere except each other. Personally, I didn't want to look at her body. I was scared if I did, I could slowly undress her with my mind.
As the silence grew, so did the tension. You could cut it with a knife. Finally, she spoke.
"Umm… did you see anything?" she mumbled.
"No! No. I swear I didn't it was so quick. I swear I saw nothing," I said quickly, fearing that if I stalled she would think I was lying. Minutes passed as I suddenly paid great attention to the couch, trying to avoid looking at her. Bella also found the floor greatly fascinating.
"Can we just forget this ever happened?" she sighed, closing her eyes.
"Yeah." I nodded. The sooner we forget, the quicker this awkwardness would go. However, I still had a lingering query in my head. "Umm…"
"What?" Bella asked, finally looking in my eyes.
"What were you doing?" I asked. Bella gasped but quickly replied.
"I was… changing," she stuttered.
"Sure." Of course, changing. That would explain the… absents of the clothes. But it didn't answer the other element of this scenario.
"You usually change with music?" A small amount of humour went into that question.
"The radio was on," she defended herself.
She looked awkward and was blushing like crazy. She stuttered as she asked the next question. "So... why are you here?" I knew she was just looking for something else to talk about instead of, you know, me walking in on her dancing naked.
"I came to give your towel back." I answered.
Time passed as we talk, never letting the subject drift away from towels. I swear to God I have never talked about towels more in my life. First, I apologised for ruining her towel. Then, she apologised for getting an old towel. I told her I liked it and wouldn't mind a towel like that myself. Not truly meaning a word of it. I said that out of pure awkwardness. She then told me where she got. I asked her the different sizes. She then told about different colours. I made a comment about there being no blue.
This went for half an hour.
"I should better be going." I finally said.
"Yeah, I'll find out if there are any blue medium towels." She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. It was a 'this is awkward, but keep smiling and it would all be over' smile.
"Cool." I said. And then cursed myself mentally. Really? Cool? You're talking about towels!
Bella walked me to my car, she was still feeling uncomfortable around me since… you know… I walked in on her listen to music naked. Speaking about music…
"You do know that song was about masturbation," I chuckled as we reached the driver's side of the car. Bella didn't need any other explanation. She knew what I was talking about.
"It is not!" she gasped.
"Um yeah it is," I said back, a little offended that she didn't believe. I was right. It was a song about masturbation. Let me go on. Big hands, I know you're the one. Come on, it was obvious. Why else would my Uncle listen to it over and over again? Bella was about to shoot me with another zippy comeback when she paused and thought about it.
"Wait, where are you going with this?" She asked.
Where was I going with this? Well, I walked in on her alone in her house, naked and listen to a song about masturbation.
"Where you… you know?" I trailed, wiggling my eyes, hoping she would understand the question. She did and her face broke in disgust.
"Eww! Shut up! That's sick! I can't believe you asked me that!"
I cocked my brow. Come on... tell me the truth...
"No!"
"I'm not saying anythings wrong with that." I tried my best not to chuckle at her facial expression, while hoping she would tell me the truth.
"No." She rolled her eyes. I chuckled and opened the door to get in my car. As I put the key in the ignition I noticed Bella in deep thought and suddenly she gasped.
"Wait, have you?" She asked and then cringed at her own question. Did she just ask me if I…
"Wait! Don't tell me. That is was too much information," she cringed as she held up her hands, as if defending herself against my answer.
I cracked up laughing. I busted into laugher as I leaned my head on the steering wheel. Ow. My stomach is hurting from all the laughter, but that still didn't stop me. I haven't laughed like this in ages. Finally, I leaned against my car seat and tried to get my breath back. I turned my head to see Bella blushing like crazy.
Such a Cutie Pie.
She looked up at me and gave me a timid smile.
"So you saw nothing?" She asked in almost a whisper. I sigh, trying to turn my serious face on so she would know I was sincere.
"Nothing. It was like a blur and then the shirt. I think the whole shock took care of that, nothing registered," I said. She smiled at me and gave a sigh of relief.
I reversed out of her driveway and headed home, still thinking about her smile. I was glad that I could make her smile like that. Even if I had to lie about it. I didn't think it was the best moment to tell Bella that I had a photographic memory and that I thought the birthmark on her left cheek looked like Toad from Mario.
BPOV
I can't believe Edward walked in on me.
I fell on my bed and wrapped the blanket around myself.
What's the point in covering up now?
I want to dig myself a hole, crawl in it and die. Edward explained to me how he was here to drop the towel I gave him yesterday and how he kept on knocking and no one opened. He then realised that the front door was open and walked up. He then knocked on my door, hearing no answer he walked in.
I can't believe he walked in.
I WAS NAKED.
I groaned in my blanket. Alice's stupide guide! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!
Wait. Edward said he didn't see anything, so why am I freaking out? I doubt he would be lying, right? I mean, Edward wasn't the one to think about other's feelings so easily. Knowing Edward, Edbot, he would have told me he saw everything and asked if I even went through puberty or something. He didn't see anything. And if he did, I don't have much too… show off.
I mean, he's dated Tanya Denali. It's not hard to figure out who out of us two you would want to see naked. Hell, even Jake picked easily.
Jake.
You never let me get that close to… your body.
Edward had seen more then Jake ever did. I wouldn't even were short shorts and tank top in front of him. Then again, I didn't own a pair of short shorts.
Suddenly, out of no where, I started laughing. I mean really laughing.
Mr. President, Mr. Perfect, walked on me naked and dancing to the Violent Fumes.
I don't know what it was. But I laughed.
I'm glad Mr. Perfect didn't see my not so perfect body. I would have scared him for life.
Maybe it was because of all the stress or maybe it was because the madness of it all, but I laughed. I laughed at the situation for it all.
Poor guy might have gone blind if he saw my naked body. 'My eyes, my eyes. They burn!'
I hadn't laugh like this for so long. Even if it was at myself.
(~*~)
Monday morning and I was in Edward's car. We didn't dare to mention the episode at all. Which I was glad of. Edward was telling me about The Vicktoberfest Party coming up.
Vicktoberfest? Vicky's Oktoberfest. Purpose? Be happy... get drunk.
It was a grand Forks tradition. The first of October. For some, it was even a public holiday. Yes, Victoria Miller created her own public holiday and every one loved it. Victoria Miller makes a huge deal and everyone is invited, except losers like me. And if you're invited and didn't come, it was like… I think they used the words social suicide. It was the party they talk about for the whole year. It was the party where people got drunk, drunk texted/called, broke up, got together and threw up. It was the party of the year. It even had it's own after party. Well… I think it did. I wouldn't know. And I didn't really care.
Edward walked me to my class gave me a peck on the forehead, which I thought was a good move on being smitten, and walked to his own class.
During my art class, I spilt all the paint on my hands, Miss Defoe let me go to the bathroom to wash myself up. As I was washing my hands, I heard someone hauling in the cubicle behind me. I looked up into the mirror, spying on the cubicle behind me, as I kept washing my hands. The noise almost made me want to barf. I never understood how girls could make themselves gag. Oh God, that thought of it just make me want to vomit. However, I am proud to say that I've been vomit free since 03. Food poisoning. Damn those all you can eat buffet.
I giggled at my awesome little rhyme. Vomit free, since o'three. However my giggles were washed away by the sound of the flushing of the toilet. I rolled my eyes and waited for Jessica or Lauren to walk out. However, I was shocked to see who stepped out.
There she was in her cheerleading outfit.
Rosalie Hale.
I couldn't help gloating. This is who Renee wanted me to be like. The Barfing Witch. Then again, if Renee knew Rosalie Hale had an eating disorder, she'll probably praise her some more and make me lose five pounds in the toilet.
Rosalie fixed her skirt and walked to the sink, pretending I wasn't there. She washed her mouth and hands as I kept looking at her through the mirror.
Of course, she noticed.
"What are you looking at, Freak?" She hissed.
"I was just wondering how selfish one could be. I mean, eating food only to vomit it out, when kids are staving in the world. Wow, you really do higher the bar for Lauren and Jessica." I was amazed. I never spoke up to anyone and now, I back chatted with Rosalie Hale. The Rosalie Hale.
Rosalie looked like she was about to blow it. She opened her mouth, no doubt to curse at me, when someone walked in.
"Hey! Are you two having a meeting or something without me?" Alice pouted. Both of us shook our heads, our mouths in thin lines. I was surprised Rosalie didn't curse at me or anything. Maybe it was because of what happened the last time she did at the clothing store. She wasn't going to say anything bad to me while Alice was here. For that, I was glad.
"Hey Rosie! What are doing here?" Alice asked with joy in her voice. I tried not to roll my eyes. Why do people go to the bathrooms, Alice?
"Toilet," Rosalie muttered.
"You look pissed. What's the matter?" Asked Alice and then, it was as if it a light blub lightered above her head, it came to her. "Oh… it's that time of the month for you, isn't it?"
I couldn't help it. I cracked up. The moment I did, I quickly shut my mouth with my hand. Rosalie slammed the sink, growled and bolted off.
"Really Alice? Time of the month?" I giggled.
"Of course. I know Rosalie's cycle, like it was my own. Then again, were usually on the same time. I remember giving her some of my stash when she ran out. That's how I found out. You know, I always found that odd. If you spent long amounts of time with a girl, your cycles match. It's weird. I mean, how do they know? When's yours? Do we match?"
I was freaked out by Alice's non-existing line of privacy to answer the question. I told her I was late for class, which she brought, and ran back to my class.
Smiling.
Ha! Rosalie Hale is having the week from hell. Vomiting and having cramps. She deserved it all.
(~*~)
The bell rang and I was the last person to leave the classroom. When I walked out I noticed I was the only one in the hallways. Everyone must already be at the cafeteria. I was striding along the hallway, hurrying to catch up and not wanting to be at the end of the line. As I walked through the hallway, passing doors of other classroom and bathrooms I felt someone come up behind me.
It happened so fast, one moment I was walking to the cafeteria, the next my back was pressed against someone's chest. I could feel the intruder's breath running down my neck. He wrapped his arm around my waist, using the other arm, left, to open the door to the… janitor's closet? The person snatched me off the ground and pulled me into the dark closet. The person let go off my waist and placed me in the middle of the dark closet. I swang around only to see him shut the door. The light coming from outside, the hallways, allowed me to see his face before he shut the door completely. The dark illuminated the room.
"Edward?" I whispered into the dark. I could only feel the musty air hit my skin. It was Edward who pulled me into the janitor's closet? But why?
Light shone from the tiny blub as it flicked. I closed my eyes from the shock of it. I quickly blinked, trying to get use to the change. When my eyes got use to it, my eyes could take in the surroundings.
The light blue colour flicked throughout the room, as it reflected from the old white tiles. The room was awfully small. There was a wooden old plank, it circled around the room. I looked down and realise my right foot was on a mop.
I looked ahead to see Edward holding a chain that was connected to the old flicking light bulb. The light blue colour made his skin a light blue shade, his hair even looked like a different colour.
"What are you doing?" I said breathlessly.
"That depends, what are you gonna let me do, Cutie Pie?" The words oozed out of his mouth. Like it was just a sin to speak such words. He spoke them like a whisper, however I was sure anyone outside could hear. He spoke as if it was a secret he wanted the whole world to know.
"What?" I gasped as I saw Edward walking slowly toward me. One step at a time. I walked back, trying to get away. My steps stop as my butt hit the old grubby sink.
Edward walked me against the sink. His chest was pressed against mine. The paint bucket was right over my head, sitting on the old wooden plank. I thought he was going to make a move to kiss me. I heard my breathing hitch.
"Oh Bella," Edward moaned.
Huh?
"Mmmm… taste so gooood…" He continued to moan. I wasn't even touching him and he wasn't touching me.
I try to move and walk around him and out of the closet, but Edward grabbed my arm and pulled me back in front of him.
"Jacob and Tanya are outside," he whispered, "Shit Bella. Love your teeth!" he moaned loudly.
I looked into Edward's eyes and I understood. Edward had once told me, at the start of the JB project, that he had caught Tanya and Jake in the janitor's closet. It still hurt me to think of them in here. Being… together.
But now, the thought of them outside listening to us was too good to pass. I smiled as I tried to recreate the scene from When Harry met Sally.
"Edward!... Ahh!... Mmmm… Oh!... Yes. Right there, Baby," I moaned, trying my hardest not to giggle. Edward looked down at me with a mix expression, between bewilderment and pride.
"Fuck Bella," he moaned with smirk on his face. We continued to make sounds and moans. Edward nearly lost it when I started making kissing noise with my lips but he went with it.
"Ah. Baby! You're going to leave a mark." I had no idea where that came from. It was like my mouth was on auto pilot. The things I was saying… I was surprised I didn't blush to death.
"Yeah, Cutie Pie. I'm marking you," Edward growled playfully, smirking at me. Edward turn around to the door and started banging against, moaning my name. I joined in moaning his name.
"Edward! Edward!" I kept crying out. And then suddenly I remembered that day, the first day Edward sat with me, when I saw Jake and Tanya walk into the cafeteria together. She was walking behind him, her hair was all messed up and his shirt was inside out. If we had already decided to re-create their… scene, it was only appropriate to do the job well. I was about to stop Edward from banging on the door and tell him to turn his shirt inside out, but I stopped. Was it really tit for tat if Edward showed up with an inside out shirt? I mean, if that day I saw Tanya with the inside out shirt it would have hurt as much. Tanya showing him herself wasn't causing the pain. She would probably show anyone that wanted to look. It was Jake who showed himself to Tanya that hurt. It reminded me that he would rather be with Tanya than me. Rather show Tanya, than me.
And with that in mind, I did something Old Bella would never do. I quickly turned around, my back facing Edward's as he kept banging the door with his hands. I grabbed the hem of my shirt and… took it off. Only for a milli-second and put it back on, inside out. You really couldn't tell because it was a blue sweater, but the seams were showing, which made it obvious. I turned around and faced Edward who was still banging the door, now with his back. He was smirking.
I ignored his smirk as I went up to him, stood on my toes and raffled his hair, making it stick up everywhere. Edward smiled and reached his hands up to raffle my own hair. We were still leaning on the door for support as we tried to make ourselves very untamed. Suddenly Edward fell back, causing me to join him with his hands still in my hair. Edward fell on to the hard floor and I on top of him. Our faces were inched apart, our breathing laboured and our hands in each others hairs. The moment was broken by someone clearing their throat. We looked up to see the Janitor glaring at us. Edward quickly got up and gave me his hand to help me up.
I looked around to see a few students looking at us, some with smirks and others with disgust or shock. Jessica and Lauren looked like they wanted to kill me, while Mike and Tyler looked proud of Edward. I remembered the way Mike looked at me at Alice's party and I think Edward did too as he grabbed my waist and pulled me towards his chest. The Janitor was screaming at us, giving us a lecture on improper use of the closet. The students scattered, whispering to one another and left Edward and I to deal with the music of the Janitor's screams.
Edward smirked a sorry, grabbed my hand and left to go for lunch. Leaving an angry Janitor behind.
The moment we entered the cafeteria, it was clear that everyone was talking about us, because the moment we walked the chatter stopped and everyone stared at us. I blushed a deep crimson as we walked to our table. Edward, the gentleman, pulled out my chair for me and waited till I sat down to seat next to me. The whispers grew as everyone was talking about us.
Jasper didn't pry, however Alice did while Leah glared at me.
"Bella," Alice gasped, "Your shirt is inside out! How can you walking around like that the whole day."
I was about to say something when Edward cut in.
"She hasn't been walking around like that the whole day, Alice." He smirked.
"Hmm… Yeah, I saw you this morning in the bathrooms. It seemed fine then," she said. I grabbed my juice and started drinking it in order to dodge Alice's question.
"That was before our little… Rendezvous," Edward chuckled, causing the juice to go down the wrong pipe. I felt Edward chuckle as he patted my back while I was coughing like a maniac.
Alice was still confused, until Jasper whispered in her ear. "Ohhhh…" she nodded and then giggled.
Oh God. I want to die.
I looked at Leah who was still glaring at me. As I was looking at her Edward whispered in my ear.
"Seriously, Cutie Pie, what's up with you taking off you clothes around me? First you bedroom and now Janitor's closet," he whispered.
I gasped as I shot my head up to look at him. He didn't see anything in the Janitor's closet, right? I mean, my back was turn and so was his.
As if reading my mind, Edward leaned forward and whispered in my ear.
"You do realise that the sink had a mirror, right?" he chuckled.
Oh crap.
Edward must have started banging the door with his back and saw me take off my shirt, from behind. But then he saw the reflection from the mirror. Oh crap.
My blush darkened. Edward only chuckled. I was about to ask him if he actually saw anything, but he spoke first.
"I'm just fooling, Bella. I saw nothing." He looked at the other side of the cafeteria and smirked. He leaned in to whisper in my ear, once again.
"Trust me." He cupped my face and caught my lips with his. I knew what he saw when he smirked. They were looking at us. And then it came back to me. Why I was wearing my shirt inside out. Jake. With him in mind and revenge in my head for that Ice Princess, I responded strongly to Edward's kiss.
I placed my hand on Edward's hand which cupped my face. Edward grabbed my chair and pulled me closer to him, causing it to scrap against the floor. Edward lips on mine became stronger and I met Edward, kissing him harder. It was like a battle. Who wanted to the JB Project to work the most?
I felt Edward's tongue graze my lip and I let him into my mouth. So there we were.
French kissing in the middle of the cafeteria, just after we got caught in the Janitor's closet with our hair messed up and my shirt inside out.
If this wasn't all fake, I would have finally been a 'normal' teenager, making out with her boyfriend.
"Oh for heaven's sake!" I broke the kiss when I heard Leah's growl. She was glaring at both Edward and I, and at Alice and Jasper who were having a PDA moment themselves.
I turned around to see Jake glaring at Edward from his table and Tanya getting annoyed with the lack of attention.
"Seriously, have you all had an extra dose of raging hormones, or something?" Leah hissed as Jasper and Alice were the ones who were making out. Alice giggled and broke off Jasper's lips, giving him a peck and turned around at us.
"Sorry, we just got inspired," she giggled causing Leah to roll her eyes, her eyes landing on me.
"Bella, can I talk to you. In private," she said. I got up and followed her to the corner of the cafeteria. All the male students were smirking at me.
"What the hell!" Leah hissed at me.
"What?" I shrugged.
"Don't what me. Half the fucking school either saw or heard you in the janitor's closet, your shirt is inside out and you just had Mr. President's tongue down your throat. Again," Leah sneered.
"Edward," I said sternly.
Leah went silent.
"What? What did you just say?"
"Edward. He has a name and it's Edward. Stop calling him Mr. President." I remembered how hurt Edward looked when I called him that. He had stopped calling me Freak so why was she still calling him Mr. President. I didn't like her speaking about Edward in such a manner.
"Oh for the love of God," she groan. "Bella, what the hell? Do you like him-"
"No! He's a friend," I hissed at her.
"A friend you make out with in the Janitor's close-"
"We weren't making out. It was just a show. Part of the plan." I smiled at her. It was genius plan if I do say myself.
"Your shirt is inside out." Leah pointed our plainly.
"Jake-" I was about to explain to her about that time when Jake walked in with Tanya, but she cut me off.
"Jesus Bella! Stop it!" She shouted. A few tabled around as turned to watch.
"Stop what?" I harshly whispered.
"This," she said as she waved her hands at me, my shirt. "Before…"
"Stop what and before what?" I asked, my anger boiling as I crossed my arms. Leah looked around, glaring at all the students trying to listen in the conversation. She sighed as looked back at me.
"Stop crying wolf, before you really get hurt," she sighed and walked off leaving me behind with my thoughts.
What the heck is she on about?
Crying wolf? Was she talking about Jake? Stop crying Jake, before you really get hurt? What the hell did that mean? Maybe she was saying stop crying for Jake. Yes, that must be it. It still doesn't make sense.
Lunch was over and Edward and I left for biology. The whole class were whispering and giggled at us. Edward rolled his eyes and helped me with the assignment we were working. Tanya walked into the classroom glaring at me.
What the heck was she doing here? She left biology? I elbowed Edward and shifted my gaze back at Tanya. The moment he saw her he smiled, but soon the smile changed into curiosity. He too was wondering what she was doing here. Tanya walked up to Banner gave him a note and smiled at me.
Banner read the note and lifted his head, looking at Edward and me.
"Mr. Cullen, Miss Swan. The principle would like to see you."
Oh crap.
"Oh crap. Oh crap. Oh crap. Oh crap," Edward kept muttering as he crouched over the chair in the admin office. His hands were in his hair and his elbows on his knees.
I was in the seat next to him thinking the same thing he was muttering. We were called into the principle's office. I haven't been called into the principle's office for sometime and Edward was never ever called into the principle's office. He was freaking out more than me.
"This is going on my permanent record. Harvard is going to kick me out once word gets out," he muttered. I couldn't help it. I giggled.
Edward shot his head up and glared at me.
"You think this funny?" he sneered. I laughed.
"You actually think we have permanent records," I laughed. Everyone knew it was all fake. I mean, sure they have your school history, but that's it. No one cares after school if you pulled the fire alarm.
Edward looked quizzically at me.
"Edward," I tried to catch my breath, "You are the top student, your school president, the captain of the school team. Golden boy. Harvard isn't going to reject you because you went to the principle's office. Relax." I smiled. Edward smiled back but it was forced.
"Your parents will be here soon," said Miss Croft. I shot up from my seat.
"What?" I gasped.
Miss Croft smiled at me. "Your parents have been called in. The principle wants to see them too."
I turned around to face Edward, my mouth wide open from shock. He croaked his brow at me.
"You know what you were muttering before," I said, Edward nodded. "You can continue."
Edward smiled up at my panic and shook his head. "Want to join?" He asked.
"Sure, why not," I said as I took my seat next to him.
"Oh crap. Oh crap. Oh crap. Oh crap," we both muttered, side by side.
Charlie's coming and he's going to kill me.
Edward and I had an idea what this was regarding. Edward believed that the Janitor dobbed us in to the principle about 'making out' in the closet. I think it was Tanya who did it. She looked too smug about it. I didn't tell Edward about my theory.
So now we were waiting for the principle to tell us to come in with our parents so he can talk about us 'making out'. God. Charlie is going to kill me. Wait. He's first going to kill Edward and then lock me up in my room for the rest of my life. Or worst… he's going to have the talk with me.
"All this is your fault," I muttered to Edward. Edward quickly turned his head and glared at me.
"My fault? How?" He sneered at me.
"Kids?" Miss Croft called.
"Yes. You're the one who pulled me in the closet!" I snapped. This wasn't like that fight we had in Seattle. No, not at all. This was more like the fight I have with Leah. Bickering out of frustration. And I was frustrated, so was Edward.
"I didn't hear you complaining!" He shouted back at me. Okay, yes I didn't say no to him about making them jealous. I wanted it as much as him. But I wasn't going to tell him that.
"Kids?" Miss Croft called again, we ignored her.
"How was I going to say no? You talked me into it. Making it sound so exciting!" I said sarcastically.
"Yeah, yeah. It was all my fault. I was the one making you moan my name," he said smugly.
"Hey! You loved it! And I wasn't the only one moaning. You started it." I saw him smirk when I put my Meg Ryan on. And he started it.
Yes, I am a five year old.
"You're the one who walked up to me and started pulling my hair. You're the one telling me to bit you!" Edward pulled on his head as if to re-enact the whole thing.
"Kids?" Miss Croft called again and we ignore her… again.
"You're hands were in my hair too, mister. And I didn't tell you to bite. I told you not to leave a mark. You're the one who said you wanted to mark me. So… bite me! And you were the one banging against the door. No wonder the whole school heard." I started waving my arms. It was true though. I didn't tell him to bite. Well except a few seconds ago, but that was in a totally different context.
"Please. I saw you smiling when I bang against the wall. You thought it was amazing. And I wasn't the one who took my shirt off!" Yes, it was a great idea with the banging, but I'm not going to compliment him now. Wait, did he just mention my shirt?
"And who told you to look. I thought it fit the scene. You could have stopped me when you looked at what I was doing." I gasped as I realised something, "You looked didn't you? That time you walked into my bedroom-"
"For the last time no! I didn't see you naked! And it wasn't my fault I walked in. How could you not lock the door? How was I supposed to know you were naked?" he yelled as pulled on his hair, this time out of frustration.
"Knock!" I screamed at him.
"Lock!" He screamed back at me.
"Kids!" she shouted. Both Edward and I turned to glare at her.
"What?" We both shouted our angry at her.
Miss Croft gasped at our reaction and pointed towards the entrance. "You're parents are here."
Edward and I froze. Parents. Here. Oh… crap. We turned around to see them standing at the entrance.
Carlisle was there covering his mouth with his hand, trying not to laugh. I was glad that Charlie wasn't there. Until I saw… Sue. Eyes wide open and shocked.
How long have they been standing there and why did Sue look like that? She heard me yell before, have a bickering. But then I remembered when Miss Croft called us and how Edward and my fight must have sounded to a third person.
Sue, my Dad's girlfriend, and Carlisle, my 'boyfriend's' Dad, had just heard me yell to my 'boyfriend' about moaning, marking, banging, taking shirts off and being naked.
"Oh crap." Edward and I both groaned into your hands.
And our fears came true. The principle did want to talk to us about the Janitor's closet. He told Carlisle and Sue everything. Charlie was at work so Sue came instead as she was second in line on my form. The principle told them everything. About how students heard moaning and banging in the closet, how one of them called the Janitor who opened the door causing Edward and I to fall on top of each other, how we walked away from him while he was talking to us and instead started making out in the cafeteria.
He started talking about how he understands that our bodies were changing and started talking about our hormones. I blushed and Edward groaned in his chair. I felt more like an idiot because my top was still inside out and, which the principle and Sue defiantly noticed.
Because Edward such a model student and I had never been in this type trouble before, the principle wasn't going to suspend us, much to Edward relief who must have been glad that his permanent record was clean. Instead, we had to learn to respect others property and hard work. The Janitor's property and hard work to be exact. For one week we had to share the Janitor's work load. I had to clean the girl's bathrooms and Edward the boy's everyday morning. And to teach us what the Janitor's closet was meant for we had to use all the products in the closet to help us clean and put them neatly back.
Edward and I were both shock. This was our first punishment and we didn't even do anything. Edward and I walked out of the principle's office with Sue and Carlisle behind us, walking them to the car park to drop them off and hear your sentences.
"Bella. We need to have a talk when you get home," Sue said to me. Nothing good comes out of 'we need to have a talk', no one needs to talk. Last time someone said they needed to talk to me, I got dump. Nothing good comes out of 'we need to talk'.
"Please don't tell, Charlie," I begged. Sue thought about it. As if contemplating the pros and cons.
"Please. I'll die from shame. Please." Sue finally gave in and sighed.
"Okay. But you'll have to tell him. After we have our talk. Okay. Tonight," she said sternly and drove off. God, tonight will be awkward. I turned around to see what Carlisle's reaction would be. I hoped he would go easy on Edward. To my shock he did. Much easier.
Carlisle gave Edward a high five. "Nice." He grinned. Respecting Edward's… accomplishments? "That's my boy. Yeah. I won't tell your mum. But seriously, get a room next time," he laughed as he waved his son and drove off.
"Looks like you're not going to be punished when you get home," I mumbled to Edward as we headed back inside.
"Are you kidding," he groaned, "We're talking about my Dad here. He's going to make remarks ever minute I'm with him in the house. Say something about me coming out of the Janitor's closet. Probably going to remind me of this till the day I die. No. Even after it. I can hear my eulogy right now. Edward was a talented boy. He was great at school, music and with girls. Once he even put them all together. He made sweet music with his girlfriend in the school's janitor's closet." Edward mocked in Carlisle's voice.
"While your father will use his laughter to your send you to your death bed, Sue is going to talk to me about body and about sex till I die from shame," I groaned.
"You think that's bad. Have a doctor talk to you about sex. Puts your mind off the whole thing. My Dad, persuaded by my Mum, took me to the hospital for my twelfth birthday and showed me all the patients with STDs and then as a finale made me watch him deliver a baby. No wonder I didn't have sex until I was sixteen."
I was shocked at Edward's casual mention of losing his virginity. I could never be that casual. Really? Sixteen? And that was… late.
We had missed biology so Edward dropped me to my next class. Gym.
"Oh look." Edward grinned. "It's Mr. Moorehead," he chuckled. I looked but Mr. Moorehead wasn't even there. I turned and saw Edward cracking up laughing.
"Made you look," he chuckled.
I rolled my eyes and walked off, only to be grabbed by the wrist and pulled back to Edward. I was facing him. He held my hand against his chest.
"Can I tell you something?" He said softly. I nodded my head.
"Even though today was the first day in my whole life that I ever got in trouble and went to the principle's office, it was kind of… fun," he shrugged playfully.
"Fun?" I said as I leaned against the wall. Edward came closer, we were inches apart and he was still holding my wrist, rubbing his thumb on my pulse.
"Yeah. It was exciting. An adrenaline rush." He shrugged. Adrenaline rush? Being called to the principle's office. I was about to ask him when his hair was flopping over his forehead and blocking those green eyes from me. I lifted my hand to move it back.
"Yeah, because you're not the type to be into rock climbing. You need to have your academic future on the line to feel like your living," I said as I fixed his hair. There perfect.
"You need a hair cut." I told him softly.
"You sound like my mother," he chuckled.
"Don't make me tell your Dad you need another visit to the hospital. What can you see this time… hmm… maybe a rectal examination?"
"Already saw one." He smirked down at me.
"Really? Eww. Why?" I cringed at the thought. Edward looked like he had accidentally said something he wasn't supposed to. He dropped my hand and took a step back.
"I have to go to class," he said and quickly walked to his class.
What the hell was that about?
(~*~)
So here I was. Instead of sleeping in like everyone else, I was mopping the girl's bathrooms. Edward was doing the same to the boy's. I giggled at the memory of Edward's face as we got our mops. He didn't even know how to mop. I had to teach him. I was at least glad that Edward was in on this punishment. I had someone to drive to school at seven in the morning and had company to talk to about how stupid this was.
We weren't doing anything!
Maybe this is what Leah was talking about. The whole wolf thing. I groaned at the thought of Leah, because that reminded me of Sue's talk.
"Your virginity is a gift."
Yeah, and it was one you couldn't get a refund or exchange.
"I understand the aphrodisiac of the closet. I had a thing for the girls' bathroom."
Too much information.
"I know I'm not your mother, but I have seen you grow into a beautiful… lady."
She avoided using the word 'women' or 'girl'. Women, imply I was old enough for a sexual relation and girl imply I was a child. She didn't want to offend me or push me into anything.
"I know you body is changing. I went to the same thing…"
And she told me about her first period, first guy she slept with and how it was a huge mistake and then she told me her first… climax and how it was the best thing. She even told me how her boobs were like mine, 'still growing'.
I wanted to die. I noticed so did Sue. She believed she was treading on ice. She wasn't my mother but she had to fit that roll. So she decided to be a friend instead and told me everything. I didn't talk, it was mostly her. I knew this wasn't the conversation with Leah. Then again, that conversation was more like… 'When a man and women…', 'Ewww… Mum…', 'Here's the book.'
But Sue was wrong, she was the closest thing I had to a real mother. She pretty much raised me. She didn't need to tread softly. And I told her that. I made her promise not to tell Dad, I promised to tell him in my own time, and she agreed, only if I didn't tell him about this conversation.
I was mopping the floor when I heard someone slam the door open. I looked up to see Rosalie Hale running into the cubical. I heard her vomiting.
Great.
Just because I was fake making out with my fake boyfriend in the real Janitor's closet I have to be here to listen to real Rosalie's real vomit. I sighed and kept mopping.
It happened the next morning too. She ran in and vomited. I noticed that like yesterday when she ran. She already needed to puke. She wasn't trying to make herself puke. As she washed her mouth I spoke up.
"You should see a doctor about that," I said, pointing to the toilet. "It's not normal."
Rosalie looked up at me and sneered.
"You should see a doctor about that," she said, pointing at my face. "It's not normal." And with that she walked off. I scoffed as soon as she left. PMSing. I rarely see her actually go to the toilets.
The next day, she came again. I had notice that she never used the toilet to actually… go. She used it for her morning vomits.
Morning vomits… morning sickness?
I shook my head. No. No. Couldn't be. I tried to ignore that thought and mop the floor.
Lunch was dull. People were still talking about Edward and my rendezvous in the janitor's closet and Leah was still giving Edward and me the weird looks. Thankfully Jasper and Edward had a history project and Leah was finishing her art project, so they were absent. Alice was talking while I listened. Something about stressing over exams.
"I mean government is so hard… Jasper's tutoring me…. But he distracts me with those lip… making out on my bed… And the English essay… Rosalie is stress out she even missed her period-"
"What did you say?" I said, finally paying attention.
"Oh. I asked Rosalie for a tampon but she didn't have any," eww… didn't want to hear this bit, "so I asked her if she wasn't having hers, cause we have it on the same time. She told me she was stressing over her English essay and it screws up her cycle. So I got Jasper to get me some. He looked at me like I had two heads. So I told him 'Jasper, it's a natural process that ever women goes through and if you want to have sex with me afterward don't piss me off now-"
I stopped listening as she talked about Jasper getting her tampons.
Rosalie missed her period and she has been puking. No... It couldn't be, right?
(~*~)
Rosalie stopped coming in the morning. I was glad. Maybe she just had food poisoning or something. I was doing the grocery shopping after school. Fruits, veggies and other stuff. I was planning on making a lovely dinner for Charlie before I told him about… the janitor's closet. Sue told me if I didn't tell him by the end of the week, she would. So my plan was simple. Feed him food, wait till he's so full he can't move and then tell him. He won't be able to get of his seat as I run up the stair and hide. Brilliant.
I was walking through the hygiene isle, getting soap, when I saw a blonde girl with a hoddie on looking at… pregnancy tests.
"I knew it!" I said a little too loudly. The girl jumped away from the stacks and turned to me.
"What are you doing here, Freak?" The Rosalie Hale hissed at me.
"Not buying pregnancy test. How about you?" I asked with a smirk.
"I wasn't buying pregnancy test. I was buying… tampons," she stuttered as she searched for them and picked any random one.
"So… you got your period? Cause I thought you were late?" I said coyly. Rosalie looked at me with a puzzled face, until it came to her and she looked… pissed.
"I can't believe Alice-" I cut her off before she blew.
"Oh… so you admit that your period is late and you were lying about buying tampons." Rosalie growled at me.
"Look… I've been stressed. I had that English essay due on Friday. It happens," she grumbled as she put the tampons back on the shelf. I sighed at her denial. I looked at the shelf and picked up a pregnancy test.
"Just take the test, Rosalie," I sighed as I handed her the test.
"Stop it!" She growled at me, pushing the test back at me, and stormed off.
I looked in my hands and sighed. Rosalie was being immature and she had no sense of responsibility. She needed to take the test to know if she and Em were going to have a child.
I took a deep breath as I held the test and went to the cash register to buy it for her. If she wasn't going to make the first step, I guess I had to. I was waiting in line thinking of a fat Rosalie which, I am ashamed to say, made me a little happy. A couple of minutes later it was my turn. I quickly placed the test on the counter and waited for the lady to scan it. I wonder what Rosalie do if she was pregnant. Maybe she wasn't. I mean, she might be late. I paid for the item and the lady gives me my change. It is only then that I look up to see her face.
Those brown curls and that large smile was all but to similar. If I had to guess what Jessica Stanley would look in twenty year, Mrs Stanley will be the prefect example. Like mother, like daughter. Even when she tried to show emotion on her plastic face, her face showed nothing. I could see the glitter in her eyes as she handed me the test back.
I could practically hear what she was thinking. Check out the teenager buying the knock-up test everybody!
"Say hi to your mother for me, Bella." She smiled.
With people like Mrs. Stanley and Renee you had to see the meaning behind each word. 'Say hi to your mother for me, Bella' meant…
I felt sickened as I thought of her true meaning. I got that damn test and quickly walked out.
Like mother, like daughter.
That was what she meant. Renee got pregnant in her teens and it wasn't a shock for her to see Renee's offspring buying a knock-up test. I was in my own self pity when I saw Rosalie in her BMW her head rested on the steering wheel.
I took a deep breath and walked to her car. I tapped on the window, causing Rosalie to jolt up. When she saw it was me she glared, but still pulled the window down. Before she could shoot a hurtful remark from me, I took out the pregnancy test and handed it to her.
"Just take the test. You need to know if you and Emmett are gonna have a baby."
(~*~)
This was not how I thought I would be spending my afternoon, hanging out in a dingy old public toilet waiting for Rosalie to pee on a stick. Rosalie came out of the toilet and places the test on a paper towel next to the sink. The instruction on the box said we had to wait for two minutes. And it was the longest two minutes of my life. The silence was cut short by Rosalie going through her purse and slamming cash on the bathroom sink.
"What's that?" I asked.
"Money, for the test. I don't want to owe you an anything," she grumbled.
"I don't pick up thrown money." I was neither a beggar nor a prostitute. Rosalie mumbled something under her breath, picked up the money and held it in front of me.
If this was Alice or Leah I wouldn't have accepted their money. They were my friends. Rosalie Hale was not. I was not from a rich family that I could throw money around. And the test was dear. I accepted the money, which Rosalie gave a smug look at. I went through my pocket and gave her the change. I grabbed her hand and slammed the change into her palm.
"I don't want to owe you an anything. Not even a cent," I said.
And then we stood in silence once again. Finally, the alarm on Rosalie's phone rang and it was time to check the test.
Two lines.
Positive.
If I thought the previous silence was long, this one went for an eternity. Finally, I got the courage to speak to the pale Rosalie.
"What are you going to do, Rosalie?" I asked. She looked shaken up and… small. She didn't look like the Rosalie I knew. The one who bullied me and made fun of me. The popular and beautiful cheerleader. She looked… like a lost girl. Her hair was flatter, her body smaller, her face paler, and her eyes glassier. She hugged herself, rubbing her hands up and down her arms.
"What else can I do?" she sighed, "I'm getting rid of… it."
I gasped. How could she be so…
"Don't you think you should talk to Emmett? This is his decision too." I tried to explain to her. She had to tell Em, it was his child too. Rosalie's only response was a humourless laugh.
"Oh, come on, there's no way me and Emmett are ready to have a… to have… this." She couldn't even say the word. Baby.
"This is not up to you, Rosalie. Just talk to Emmett. Everything will be clearer if you talk to each other." She needed to tell him. Whatever they decided, at least they would have each other. Rosalie's face, which was pale before, now was a burning red.
"Look, listen to me, what I do and how I choose to live my life is none of your business, Swan!" she hissed at me. All signs of the lost girl gone and now, the Rosalie Hale was back.
"Well I don't know much from experience, but I do know it doesn't take one person's decision to create life. So why should it take one person's decision on what happens to that life? What about Emmett's decision on the baby, Rosalie?" I was sure that when Emmett and Rosalie were doing… the deed, they both were consented individuals and knew what they were doing. But now, how can Rosalie make a decision that regards both of them.
"Don't call it that!" Rosalie snapped at me. I thought about what I could have said that she was referring to so harshly.
"What? A baby?" I asked. Rosalie cringed at the mere mention of it.
"Yes. That." She said like it was something the caused her physical pain.
"Well, that's what it is," I said. And once again she snapped at me.
"No. It's a fetus!" she yelled.
You got to be kidding me.
"You got to be kidding me. You can't even accept that you're carrying Em's baby." She had a problem saying the word. She wasn't in the right state of mind to be making such a rash decision.
"In your world everything's black and white but real life is just a little more complicated," she hissed at me. Sudden, they little sympathy and compassion I had for her was gone.
"Complicated?" I mocked her, "As in you don't want to get too fat to fit into your prom dress?" I sneered. I knew Rosalie Hale was selfish. But to kill her and Emmett's baby, without him knowing, all so she can live her life…
"What would you know about a complicated life? You freak." She hissed.
"Well, at least I'm not a baby killer." I quipped darkly. Suddenly, Rosalie's face turned to disgust and anger.
"Get out and leave me alone!" She screamed and waved her arms around.
I didn't want to be in her presents either.
"Fine. Good luck with your pregnancy," I said as I walked out, slamming the door behind me.
Rosalie Hale was not my problem.
Well… that's what I thought.
AN: This is fiction and none of the views represent mine (on abortion or anything other). Yes, i always planned on a closet scene. Edward is slowly loosening up. Yes, Rose is pregnant. No it's not random, it was part of the story from the begining... a very big part. Her and Bella will also bond because of this (like Alice and the painting). If you haven't read the Rosalie POV i suggest you do. If you're wondering, yes it is Em's... dah. Hmmm... i wonder what Jessica's mum will do? I was kind of upset the all/most of the reviews were about me leaving fanfic after this story. I really wanted to know what you thought about the prev chap. it was one of my favs. So please do tell your opinions on this one and the other. Review!