Please bear with me. I feel like this is my first time posting. I had to school myself all over, again.

As promised, here's the next chapter. It's my bedtime, but I wanted to get this out. I hope to add a couple more tomorrow.

No copyright infringement intended. SM owns the characters...not the plot.

2/09/2021


Ghostly Double

Chapter 2

BPOV


Anthony Mason was the sexy, new guy at the beginning of my Sophomore year, but I knew something that no one else knew except for one other person.

I had already met Anthony over the summer. We'd met at the public library. I'd only been home three days before I rushed into the rest of my summer reading list. I had four books and two weeks to get them done before school started.

My guidance counselor gave me an opportunity to expedite my high school career. The more extra credit and advanced classes I took, I'd be able to graduate a year early. I had twenty books to read to reach my graduation goal. For each book, I had to write a five hundred word essay about what I read. All that credit was being put toward my AP English Lit class.

At fifteen, I'd probably read more books than most adults in the small town I lived in. My dad says I got my smartness from him. Although, my mom would beg to differ because she's the teacher. I give them both credit for giving me the encouragement I needed to accomplish my goals.

So, there I sat with the four books before me with one in my hands open and ready to read. I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings until I felt a little eerie as if someone was watching me. That's when I looked up and noticed a guy sitting across from me at my table. I didn't even realize someone had sat down. He was just sitting there staring. "Can I help you?"

A devilish smile spread across his face. "I'm Anthony." He extended his hand. "I was in here a couple of days ago and noticed you."

"Bella," I said as I shook his hand. "I apologize, but I didn't see you."

"I was sitting over there." He pointed to a corner that had a few plush chairs arranged around a coffee table to make for a more comfortable reading experience.

His hand was smooth and cool to the touch. "Sorry, but I'm at a disadvantage."

He shrugged. "No biggie. I guess what counts is me noticing you."

"Oh, really?" I asked, raising my brows in question.

After the first time we met and for the next two weeks, we were inseparable. I even introduced him to my dad. It was like I'd known him my whole life the more I was around him. I got a little concerned when it came time for the first day of school. He promised nothing would change, but something at the back of my mind kept telling me otherwise.

Anthony was an instant success at popularity. His brother Emmett was right next to him gaining everyone's attention. Both were seniors and the girls started zeroing in as soon as they were spotted. Of course, on a few occasions, I was jealous. Anthony always took that thought out of my head by continuously reminding me that I was all he wanted, so I believed him. He just had to look at me with his captivating smile.

We didn't see each other much in school. When we did, it was mostly at lunch. It was a free hour for him, so he chose to be with me. We spent it outside in a secluded area next to the gym on most days. On the rainy ones, we huddled in his car. I wasn't sure anyone knew about it, but I didn't care; he was all that mattered. He'd become the most important person in my life.

Emmett started dating a girl named Jane. She was attached to his arm every time I turned around. She didn't like me too much because she considered me an underclassman who was trying to steal her man. Emmett liked my company, though, so Jane could jump off a bridge and I wouldn't care. He never saw the way she treated me when he wasn't around so, I kept my mouth shut because I didn't want to start any trouble. I'd already been through enough as it was.

No one, besides my parents and my mom's fiancé, Phil, knew what kind of trouble I'd been in. It was the reason I was currently living with my dad in Forks, Washington.

I used to live in California with my mom and Phil; he was a minor league baseball player. He played for the Rancho Cucamonga Quakes. I wasn't much of a sports person, but I loved the beach, and hated the school I went to. I'd keep to myself, and every once in a while there'd be this one particular girl that always tried to cause trouble with me. That was until she tried to bully me in the girls' bathroom one day.

This was all during the beginning of my freshman year. Again, I hated the school to begin with. Well, the kids that went there, mostly. I'd been around them for far too long and I grew to dislike them as much as possible. Sixth, seventh and eighth grade was enough, but in to high school made my dislike for them even worse. There may have been one or two I talked to, but I never associated with them outside of school.

Then the stupid cow cornered me in the bathroom. She had no idea who she was messing with. I tried my best to ignore all the stupid pieces of shit, but that day, it couldn't be done. It was like I'd woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Everything was shit that day and she had to make it worse. It was when she started flicking wet toilet paper at me that my temper started to rise. Then she smashed a handful in my hair.

My blood boiled in a split second and I couldn't help myself. The bitch had it coming, but what happened next was like I had an out of body experience. I was so pissed that I barely remember what I did to her. She ended up in the hospital when I busted her face up, broke a few of her ribs, busted her front two teeth, and last but not least, she had a crushed hand when I ground the heel of my shoe into it. Pity for her, I was wearing my low cut boots that day. She, nor anyone else in that school, knew I could fight. I could thank my dad for that, but not while my mom had to endure court dates and me being expelled from school. I was also put on probation for two years.

Because I was under age, my mom was ordered to pay the medical bills for the girl. She ended up needing surgery on her hand. That's when my mom came up with the brilliant idea to send me to my dad's in Forks. He wasn't too happy with me, but proud at the same time. Proud because I stuck up for myself, but pissed because I took it too far.

I knew I pushed my limit when I hurt her. It was as if once I started, I couldn't stop. The two years of probation I was put on, was transferred to Forks once my mom got it Okayed from the court. I wasn't allowed to put my hands on another person in a violent way, of any kind, for two years. If I stayed out of trouble, it would disappear as if I'd never done it because it was my first offense. That's when I decided to choose my battles, wisely. I still had another eight months to go before I was in the clear.

I finished the remainder of my freshman year through a virtual program the school provided so I wouldn't get behind on any assignments. It was during that time that Phil was traded to a team in Florida. He was excited about the move because his best childhood friend lives there, so when the opportunity came, he took it.

As soon as I got moved in with my dad and they were all moved into their apartment, in Florida, I spent most of the summer at the beach. Again, because I was a minor and on probation, I could travel with my family, but if it were a permanent move, it had to be cleared with the court system.

So, there I was a new student, at a new school, in a whole new town. The school seemed pretty laid back. There wasn't a whole lot of kids. One side housed the freshman and sophomores and the other side was the juniors and seniors. There were two lunch hours; freshman and sophomores the first hour and juniors and seniors the second. I'm sure you get the picture.

A couple of months passed as Anthony and I spent as much time as we could together. The most time we spent apart was when his family would take trips to Seattle every couple of weeks. I never questioned it; he was with his family, so we texted and had the occasional phone call on his trips.

We were nearing our Thanksgiving vacation and we had the whole week away from school and I knew I was head over heels in love with him. We'd had some really hot and heavy make out sessions, and we'd only get so far before I was stopping us from going any further. I'd let him touch me and see me without my shirt or bra on. I wanted to be with him, but I was afraid; I was still a virgin.

We'd talked about taking our relationship to the next level and he promised to make me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world as he made love to me for the first time. That led me to think a lot about giving myself to him during our Thanksgiving break. My dad was gone a lot for work and I already knew he wouldn't be home for a few days during our holiday vacation. I wanted to plan a special night for us.

When the time came, he definitely made me feel special. He brought me flowers and even cooked dinner for me. We shared dessert and listened to some music that led us going to my room. He took it slow with me; he was gentle even though it hurt like hell when he pushed inside of me. My body was in flames as he touched me, kissed me, and caressed every inch of my skin. He even kissed the tip of my toes before we were worked up enough to go for round two. I'd never felt so loved in my life. I hoped I'd never lose him; I was envisioning a future with him.

The day of Thanksgiving, my dad was home long enough for me to cook us a delicious meal and enjoy it together. I never once felt like he knew I'd just lost my virginity two days before. I felt like more of a woman now that I'd let that part of me go.

My dad had left later that evening on another trip to somewhere he couldn't tell me. I learned to never ask because he was an investigator for the United States government. It was all top secret business. I knew he spent a lot of time at the local police station, where he'd once been a police officer, and most of the time, that's where I could probably find him when he wasn't off into the wild blue yonder.

As soon as my dad left, it was as if Anthony knew the moment he was gone because he was at my door a few minutes later and we were in my bed, once again. We couldn't keep our hands off of each other and the sex was getting more and more intense. It was faster and more needy, as if he was a starving man for my touch.

When it came to Anthony's family they were always so welcoming. I'd spent a lot of time with them, too. Claire would make us dinner and we'd eat before disappearing into Anthony's room. We'd already had sex more times than I could remember and we were starting to experiment with different stuff. We definitely didn't have a boring sex life. All of it was new to me, so I was okay with trying just about anything. He'd gotten a little too rough one time and I was adamant that we never go down that road, again. He didn't have a problem, thank goodness.

When Christmas approached, my dad and I were invited to have dinner with Anthony's family. We gladly accepted and enjoyed a fabulous meal. Claire definitely knew how to cook. They didn't eat much nor did I. All I wanted to do was find some private time with Anthony and have my wicked way with him. We kept giving each other the look and wiggling our eyebrows at each other whenever we had the chance. We were insatiable; it was more him than me, but I wasn't complaining.

The next week brought us a huge snow storm. It kept my dad from coming home from his trip and me at home. Anthony made sure to get to my house one way or the other. That week also brought my period. It was so embarrassing, but he didn't care; he still wanted me. I was so in love with him that I didn't care, either. All I wanted to do was satisfy him. I never wanted to lose him, so it was rare that I ever denied him. Shower sex turned out to be pretty darn amazing.

When it came time for the new semester to start, I actually looked forward to it. I was in love, had a great sex life and I was happy. It felt like the first time in my life that something was going my way.

Although, the first couple of weeks of the New Year felt kind of off. I couldn't pinpoint what was going on, but something wasn't right. Anthony even acted weird toward me from time to time. I brushed it off as pressure from his studying and homework he needed to get done to prepare him for graduation. No big deal, right?

I couldn't be more wrong.

We decided to meet in our normal lunch time spot, even though it was freezing outside. So, I made my way to the back wall. I finally felt like I had enough balls to ask him what was going on; why was he acting weird? He had avoided me for a couple of days then acted like nothing had ever happened.

Turning that corner changed my life completely. It would never be the same, again.

Emmett had Jane against the wall with his face tucked into the side of her neck. At first, I thought they were having a hot and heavy make-out session, but when Emmett heard me come to a screeching halt and the swish of my winter coat, he looked up only for me to see red running down his chin.

Unless I was hallucinating, it was blood and he had fangs. That's when I realized I had to get the hell out of dodge.


There ya go.

See y'all tomorrow.

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