A/N: I don't own this, we all know who does. If I did, Rpattz would be posing for me as I try to find pictures so I can make my wifey a banner for her story.

This is unbeta'd, so any and all mistakes belong to me. But seriously, I screw up all the time, it's no big thing.

This is for my wifey, Mrs. Robward. She likes my mediocre Photoshop skills. I love her for that.

Thanks to Luxure & EdwardsBloodType for prereading this. They're so cute...and funny. :D

**disclaimer **

This story is a bit taboo. Finally, a name to put with the "she" face. :)

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… Chapter Five - Hickey … Bella …

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There's a bruise on her neck.

I know it's from you.

You left it there on purpose, I can feel it.

I didn't notice the window open until after he was done last night. Your car was still outside when I looked.

I should have stayed in, but I had to know.

In my nightgown, bare feet, I checked the house. You weren't here.

The porch was empty, which only left one place.

Half way across the yard I could hear you, making the same sounds you make when you're with me.

I froze, listening to you. Hearing her come undone in your hands.

Then you said my name...

My heart stopped.

You covered it up, and I ran for the house, crying in the kitchen until I heard her come inside, go upstairs to her room.

I watched your taillights fade in the distance.

I wished I was in the car with you.

She sits at the kitchen table, proudly displaying her hickey. I'm sure it's more for her friends at school than for me.

She doesn't know how I feel about you.

She's 17, she doesn't pay attention to anyone else's wants or needs.

The week passes like it always does. My mind is focused on Friday, when I'll get to see you again.

I'm not expecting your car in my driveway Friday morning.

Leah runs out the door, yelling her goodbye, as I wave.

Your eyes are on me, even when she leans across your center console and kisses your cheek.

I've leaned across that center console, while you sucked my tits, fingering me. It was in the woods that night, after the Fourth of July fireworks.

It was lucky for me that I forgot to turn off the bar-b-que, and you had time to drive me home.

I never forget to turn off the bar-b-que, but no one else knows that.

Night comes and the next time I spot you, you're on the field, in your uniform.

"Next, Senior Running Back, number 19, Edward Cullen!" the announcer says.

The crowd goes wild for you. I can't help the tinge of jealousy I feel over the screaming girls. I watch them swoon all around me.

Leah's on the track, jumping and flipping. She's the perfect cheerleader, cheering on her perfect football playing boyfriend. Everything seems so perfect.

I wish it was. I wish that was me on the track, the way it was 18 years ago. When I caught his eye.

I wish it had been yours.

Five minutes into the game, you make your first touchdown. You know where I sit, always the same place.

Your helmet's angled my direction. You blow a kiss, everyone thinks it's for Leah, who's on the track in front of me.

I know better.

I watch her, seeing the hickey has faded away. Just like your feelings for her.

They weren't as strong as what you feel for me.

They won't ever be, no matter what anyone else says.

Now, to keep you from going to the dance after the game...

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A/N: Another chapter tonight. And it's hot... :)

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