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DISCLAIMER - ALL ORIGINAL TWILIGHT CHARACTERS BELONG TO STEPHENIE MEYER. I DO NOT OWN THEM EXCEPT FOR THE PLOT AND ADDITIONAL CHARACTERS FOR THE PURPOSE OF THIS STORY.
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Chapter 9
JPOV
It was rare for me to take my Ford f250 out except for off-roading or hunting trips and today was one of those exceptional days. When I stepped in the garage this morning hoping to be on my own; my second favorite pair of siblings decided to join me after the fiasco last night.
I had the mix of fury and dread wash over me when Alice's chirpy voice declared Edward found a mate and the only chant in my head was not her…..not her…not her…but I had learnt early on about hiding my true intentions from the golden twins.
The thundering silence was broken by Carlisle, congratulating and questioning the identity of this so-called mate in the same sentence. And when that one name fell from Edward's lips, it was a fucking chaos that ensued.
Rosalie was loquacious with her insults, yelling at top of her pitched voice at the duo but her emotions were completely divergent of her tirade….okay not a 180 exactly but not nearly as intense as she was letting the ideal child have it verbally and mentally, assuming that's what Edward was cringing for. It was astounding that she actually felt kinship enough to an unknown human girl in just an afternoon.
Carlisle, Esme and Emmett were wary about the development and unsure on their stand which left me. I had to make a reaction to throw the dynamic duo off my true thoughts which meant a dramatic one or lack of would garner their attention so I started making false plans about killing the human in question who had so inconspicuously ferreted her way under my skin in barely an hours' time that I'd known of her existence.
Edward reading my thoughts and Alice's strict focus on my decisions led to another round of yelling, arguing, sobbing and whining to try teetering my commitment towards my plan which I allowed for the moment so I could get away from this excuse of a coven.
By the time I reached the tree line, I blacked out with a colossal roar letting him take over. When I finally came to, I was surrounded with dented and ripped stumps, harrowed land and the sight of trembling Emmett and Rose under the unrelenting current of my wrath.
I was murderous at the thought of the mind raper just trying to talk to her let alone be his mate which was perplexing given I was only titillated by Isabella Swan but somehow it felt more than just that. She felt more than just that. I was beginning to realize this was not just a passing interest in her physical attributes; she was/is gorgeous beyond definition even by vampire standards but there was more to her and I wanted to know it….what she loved….what she despised….her interests…who she was…what made her…..what ticked her….I wanted to do a fucking PhD on Isabella Swan and be thorough in it.
I didn't even comprehend when my surroundings changed and what brought me within the reach of an electrified fence that surrounded the now Swan property but alas, my attention was pulled to the present by the hushed tones of the swarm of teens in front of us and the silent purr of a mustang that drifted into the lot before coming to a stop. Everybody stood with abated breaths and anticipation just to get a glimpse of the owner and I was among them. I know she'd almost caught me last night near her property but I wonder if she knew it was me.
It was a hard fucking turn on and sweet relief all at once when she stepped out; today she was dressed in cobalt blue turtleneck cashmere dress till her calf with a deep slit on one side that hugged to her figure like a second skin enhancing her curves in a way that should be deemed illegal anywhere in the world and cow-fucking-boy boots! Her halo of long mahogany and colored hair cascaded in waves down her back framing the flawless pale skinned face and kohl lining her eyes turning the brown pools depthless for me to drown into and a rosy full pout made her a vision. Something in me snapped as the lust of the human wimps started pouring into me and I growled menacingly but low but that didn't stop Emmett from giving his two cents,
"Yeesh! Jazz…reign in that shit will you before the wonder twins catch your drift!"
"She's interesting, I guess….I mean I don't understand how she can be Edward's mate" Rose muttered confounded leaning in Em as they stood beside me while I supported my weight on the truck as the girl hopped on the hood of the mustang which was antithetical to the corvette she drove yesterday but still the same.
"She's not…she can't be….She's a lioness to his lamb and if he were to be human she'd chew him and spit his remains; using his spine as toothpick. Look at her Rosie….She's an alpha female… you can see it clearly in the way she carries herself…..Heck bitch 1 and bitch 2 run scared as shit when she walks the halls; it's been just a day she's here….and we all have experienced some form of harassment from the Stanlory pair. I doub't she'll settle for anything less" Emmett spoke with conviction.
If not all, at least the three of us could admit that Edward was a no match for this exquisite being who now had her knee propped supporting the hand holding her joint and the just that thought alone made me a possessive bastard…She couldn't be Edward's….She wouldn't be Edward's…..and just then I felt an unfamiliar emotional signature projecting a cocktail of amusement, mischief, passion and lust right at me. Could this be her?
And then it happened….the blue van spinning, Angela Webber stood facing her imminent death and this girl who was bobbing her head to music while sipping coffee and smoking weed jumped over cars to interfere with fate and save two lives in a way that should be choreographed for a fucking bond movie.
One minute I was devising ways to introduce myself to the Swan girl and the next she was muttering a 'fuck' while flying over cars and maneuvering the spinning van like a nascar pro saving lives. Who the fuck was this girl! She was a goddamn enigma and I was not getting a handle on this shit.
And as if she knew how affected I was by her…she further mystifies me by checking vitals of the involved parties….She can't be a fucking high school student to know this shit….There's something about her I couldn't put my finger on.
"SHE'S A FUCKING NINJA!"
"There's no such thing Emmett"
"DID YOU EVEN SEE HER ROSIE!? She flew over the cars so fast! DID YOU SEE THE ACROBATIC MOVE WHEN SHE JUMPED AND ROLLED THROUGH THE WINDOW! She is definitely a human because I can her heart beating and can see the blood rush through her alabaster skin and she has fucking rad skills like she was amazon trained which makes her a ninja! I swear if she starts flying I'm calling her Wonder Woman!"
"Seriously Emmett!"
The awe in the entire student body which grudgingly included me and my siblings was reverent and she clearly had gotten the 'Hero' status which made her more unattainable to the general student populace which meant the lusting levels were all time and not at all good for my mood. But what pissed me off even more was the fact that somehow I wanted her attention all to myself instead of them or Edward and I was all for blaming her to get me all interested and aroused.
As the excitement dies and the classes are reinstated, I make my way to Spanish. The entire class is full and I notice the seat next to mine usually empty is now occupied by the girl whose been slowly torturing me to insanity.
I didn't even realize I had moved until I was pulling the chair back to seat myself when I was hit the full force of her scent. This was the first time anyone of us had gotten close enough to get her scent in our memory bank. It was a mix of vanilla, wildflowers, cinnamon, berry and sex. Not the after-sex scent but the one of the anticipation of it yet to happen, the one making you want to drown in and not come up for breath, the one of your want to own and possess and never let go. I wanted to bathe in this assortment for eternity.
And then just like that, it was cut off! It disappeared like it was never fucking there! WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK! Just like her emotions yesterday. I sat down with my vision strictly aimed on the girl sitting next to me. I didn't bother paying attention when the teacher came in spouting nonsense about some self-written poem. I was busy drilling vision holes in the side of her pretty head trying to figure out how she could block me…as if she knew…..
Thank whatever true god there is in this modern world for randomizer, my name never came up in Mrs. Goff's list for today's recitation but the last name piqued my curiosity; I didn't know what kind of student she was; all that was said was she hardly paid any attention to the ongoing class and I found truth in that statement with what I saw but nothing could have prepared me for what happened next.
She stood up gracefully as ever; her attention solely focused on the chalkboard in the front of the class and words fell from her mouth like a song of nightingale, the sultry voice making me feel emotions I wasn't even aware of. If I thought I was proficient in Spanish from my time in South and constant repetition of high school, she was a fucking master! Her words twisted and turned around that dainty tongue I wanted to tangle with…..And FUCK ME! Her poem couldn't have not been any closer to home and I was left stunned. As if she knew…
Author's POV
As Isabella finished her poem, the entire class descended into a silence that had it not been for the beating hearts audible to the vampire ears, it would have been deemed empty. There was a repeat performance of the goldfish impression not only by the middle-aged female teaching the class but the students too and especially the blonde sitting next to her whose mouth dropped open and hadn't even once closed. She sat down without waiting for any feedback or recognition; the bell rang announcing the end of the class and without further word or a glance at the man….not boy…man….sitting next to her staring intensely with expectations, she picked her belongings and swept to the next class leaving all bodies of this one dumbfounded. She knew it was a close call but she just couldn't help herself.
By the time lunch came around, she caught up with Angela; asking if the girl was feeling better and accompanied her to the cafeteria. Just as they stepped through the doors, the dark haired pixie danced her way to the two girls before happily chippering,
"You're Bella right? I'm Alice and we're going to be best friends!"
'Bella' took her in head to toe before turning to Angela, "Is it bring your child to work day or something or girl-scout cookie season? Somebody seems to have lost their toddler" before turning to Alice, "Are you lost little girl, do you want someone to call your parents?"
Angela had already been snickering and the moment she finished speaking, a loud guffaw came from the Cullen table accompanied by a snort but Isabella did not lose her poker face and turned to walk away.
"How dare you!" Do you know who I am?!" Alice huffed
Isabella turned; her eyes trained on Alice with a smirk on her lips before stalking back to her like she was rounding her prey; bending down coming face to face with barely an inch of space between their noses and hissing, "I know exactly who you are but the moot point is do you know who I am…psychic"
A round of gasps all clearly coming from the Cullen table amongst the mix of no's and what the's. She heard a low threatening growl but she wasn't the type to back down so she growled one of her own in response eyeing the short vampire with slits and fury behind them and daring to make move.
Of course, the reaction of the entire table wide eyes filled with shock and unfocused in case of the one making the menace and coming back to present only to look scared and back down. Isabella smiled intimidatingly and turned to catch up with her companion but not before whispering "Check mate, bitch"
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