Usual disclaimer applies.
March, 2012
~49~
Despite her hostility, I really just want to get down to business.
"Jessica."
Deep breaths, deep breaths.
"Did you see me do anything else? I know I am asking a lot from you, given our history, but can you think back to when else you saw me, what I was doing? Was I making out with anymore else?"
Jessica smirks, her lips pursing into an amused smile, her eyes twinkling. "Bella, you were doing a whole fucking lot more than making out, emphasis on the fucking."
Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
She knows.
My heartbeat goes into double time, my breathing picking up. And I'm so angry, so fucking angry. Jessica has always known who it is, and she never told me! Not even after I confessed to her that I was drugged, that I remembered nothing.
Suddenly, I can no longer stand to be in the confines of her car. I feel like I will explode if I spend even one more second in the thick, pungent smell of her car, gaging on her perfume mixed with the air fresheners hanging from her rear-view mirror. I will detonate if I have to look at her ugly, sneering face for even a moment longer.
Because I have always known Jessica was a bitch. But this is crossing the line into the evil category. This stunt she has pulled is something I don't think I could ever, ever forgive.
Jessica Stanley should rot in hell.
I scramble to open the passenger door, fumbling with the old, metal handle. My hands are shaky and the periphery of my vision has turned red. Angry tears are even welling up, making it so difficult to get out. I feel like I am going into a panic.
Once I have stumbled out, I take greedy gulps of the fresh air, letting the cool temperature soothe my burning face. I lean against the side of her car, feeling the wet metal soak into the back of my shirt. My head is swimming and I'm just not ready. I'm not ready to listen, not ready to face the consequences, to face what this could mean.
Running away and never returning, never stepping foot in Forks again, has never been such an appealing option before.
Jessica exits her side of the vehicle, the hideous sneer still in place on her face.
Acting like my meltdown never happened, Jessica continues from where she left off.
"Why Bella" The fake concern on her face is remarkably laughable. "You don't remember?"
A/N: So I am home sick with a bad cold all day, even missing out on a date :(. But I guess it is lucky for you guys, since I will undoubtedly have nothing to do but write, right? Anyways, leave me some love, your reviews are like presents to me. :)
