A/N:
Hey, lovely readers! Thanks again for all the awesome reviews and love you guys are showing this story. :)
Before we proceed, I just wanted to say a few things about this chapter:
1. Since this story is told from more than one character's POV and Bella needs to have her side of the story told, I'd thought I'd try and do that. I've never written from Bella's point of view before, so please be gentle.
2. Please keep in mind that this Bella has had different life experiences than canon Bella. So at times she might seem a little OOC. Not terribly, but just a bit.
3. Just like Edward, Bella is more juvenile in this fic. More like a teenager than in canon.
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Bella's POV
Walking off of the school bus and down the block to my house, I feel light on my feet and my head is in the clouds. I've been like this for most of the day, happy and unable to concentrate. Especially before lunch, which was Gym class.
I used to despise Gym because I'm clumsy and often embarrass myself because I fall down a lot and sometimes I have the tendency to get injured or injure others accidentally. Needless to say, I have never looked forward to that class like the way other kids usually do. But since I started the 9th grade it's become one of my favorite classes. So has Algebra, Computer lab and English. Well, I've always liked English class but now it's even better. That has more about who is in those classes with me, and less about what's going on in them that has me really liking those classes more than I once did.
Edward Cullen. That's his name.
He's a very nice boy with bronze hair and golden eyes. He's really handsome and tall with boyish looks, he also smells really good. He's a little quiet and keeps to himself most of the time but he talks to me. And by some miracle, in each class we have together, our assigned seats are right next to each other and in Gym class we're always paired up with one another. I find it funny that I just met him last week - since he moved here with his family during the summer from Alaska - and in one way or another we are paired up with each other. He's not exactly my friend, but more of an acquaintance that I hope to be more. Yet, he's the reason - the person that I think about everyday that has me getting ready for school each morning, a little earlier than I normally would.
He is really nice, kind and sweet. Not to mention really, really cute. The way I feel about him is different and exciting, I've never felt this way about anyone.
My mind is still on the boy I wish to know more about while I approach the modest white house I've lived in since I was nine-years-old. Well, actually, this was the first house I lived in when I was a baby, until my mom took me when she left my dad. I often wonder how different my life would have been if she wouldn't have done that. One thing's for sure, I would not have been to as many schools as I have been to because mom moved me all over California when I was younger. We never stayed in one place for very long since she prefers not to do that.
Renee not staying in one place for more than five months had me switching schools more than people normally change their toothbrush. That was part of the reason why a Social Worker from Palm Springs removed me from her care, which had my dad rushing on a plane to pick me up before I became a ward of the state and ended up in foster care. The other part was that my mom found a new religion that happened to be a pyramid scheme which unfortunately took all of our money. Leaving us sleeping in her car on the side of the road by a McDonald's since we had no way to pay rent and were kicked out of our apartment.
I shake off that sad memory while I walk across the lawn. Those aren't fond memories that I really care to think about.
My thoughts change back to the boy I can't stop thinking about as I walk up the steps and onto the porch. I think about his perfect lips and messy bronze hair. I wish I could press my lips to his and run my hands through his untidy hair. I can imagine that. I'm sure that would be heaven on Earth, to be that close to him.
Mechanically, I slip my hand into my pocket, pull out my key and open the front door.
The house is quiet as I walk in. My dad is still at the station and won't be home for another hour. He's a creature of habit and though he switched around his normal daily life that he was used to, when I moved in with him full time. He still is a creature of habit and created a new schedule that we have stuck to for years. For instance, today is Tuesday and he takes off from work an hour earlier than usual so we can do our weekly grocery shopping together. He's done that for the past four years even though when I first moved in I had offered to do the shopping on my own. After all, I was used to taking care of mom and therefore knew how to shop well. But he didn't accept my offer, he said that was nice but I was too young to have that kind of responsibility. Instead he insisted that we do the food shopping together.
He's never said this but I think our weekly trips to the market are a type of bonding activity. It is kind of fun in a way, though I would never say that out loud.
Shutting and locking the door behind me, I find myself thinking less about how my dad has tried to make my life stable by keeping our schedule very predictable, and more about Edward. As usual, he's on my mind while I walk into the kitchen to get a snack.
Specifically, I'm thinking about what happened in Gym class today. We were square dancing which is a very strange activity for a High School Gym class, at least it is in my opinion. It's even weirder that our P.E. teacher puts on a cowboy hat and does his own strange cowboy dance to the song "Boot Scootin' Boogie". He's not a very good dancer but Edward is. I like dancing with him which is a surprise, because I really can't dance but somehow I'm able to with him.
Going over to the pantry and grabbing a small bag of chips, I begin to think back to my clumsiness during square dancing. I tipped over my feet, of course. Before I could fall to the floor and make a fool of myself Edward caught me, I was glad for that. It also felt nice to be held in his strong arms for a minute. Though, after he let me go I looked down. I'm not sure why I did that but I did it and that's when I noticed that his...um...well. . . .That, his penis was hard! I really have no idea what made me look there at that moment but I was not expecting that.
Opening the chips I walk out of the kitchen and head up stairs to my room to start on my homework. Too hungry to wait, I begin eating the chips as I walk up the stairs.
Munching on my snack, I keep thinking of Edward Cullen and the bulge in his pants. It was really different to see. Kinda hot. Of course I knew that happens to boys but never actually saw that for myself until today. I'm not sure what made him get hard, I wonder if it was me or something else. Putting another chip in my mouth, I remember what it was like to see his hard-on through his pants. It was amazing and gave me butterflies. I'm just not sure why he ran off the way he did. Then disappeared from school for the rest of the day. I hope he's okay.
Reaching the last step and walking down the hall to my room, I can't get the image of his big bulge out of my mind. From how far the front of his sweat pants stretched out I can tell it must be big. I mean, it looks big, really big. I've never seen one of those in real life, just on the internet and in a puberty book I used to have. But I think he might be larger than normal. Then again, I'm not sure I could be wrong.
Walking into my room with a stomach full of butterflies and my panties wet, I shut my door behind me. Crumbling up the now empty chip bag and tossing it on my desk as I decided that homework can wait a while, I quickly go over to my bed. The all too familiar ache between my legs throbs while more thoughts of Edward are running through my mind. Quickly I take off my backpack and place it on the floor before I lay down.
Laying on my bed I waste no time with unbutton and zipping my jeans and pulling them down my thighs with my panties, all the way to my knees. In an instant my left hand finds the place it needs to be. My middle finger slides in between my slick folds. Finding the little aching bud that's nestled between my thighs, I let out a moan. It feels good and I've been anticipating this moment almost all day.
I circle my finger over my little bundle of nerves. With my eyes closed and my thoughts on Edward, thinking about how beautiful he is with clothes on but trying to picture what he looks like naked. I begin to feel those all too familiar feelings of pleasure building up.
With each sweet touch the muscles throughout my body tighten.
Rubbing myself faster, trying desperately to gain friction on my slippery clit I moan and pant. My heart hammers against my chest and my body shakes while I imagine that it's Edward touching me and making me feel oh so good.
His lips on mine.
His body next to me.
His hand touching the most intimate part of me.
With those thoughts every muscle in my body knots up with desire. My back arches and I moan loudly as I cum.
Breathing hard and feeling close to being satisfied yet wanting more, I continue to rub my wet clit. This time I take my time, rubbing slowly while I think about what sex might be like. I picture Edward on top of me and how it might feel for him to be inside of me. Something I have no experience in but find myself wanting that with him.
Feeling really good I moan again. A loud sound, and I'm thankful I'm home alone.
From a thousand miles away I hear a noise...footsteps maybe. But I'm too involved to pay attention. I keep moaning as my finger rubs over my sensitive bundle of nerves. I'm feeling close to coming again as I moan louder.
"Bella, are you alright? Did you get hurt?" My dad suddenly calls out.
My eyes pop open at the same time the door does. Panicking, I jump up, moving my hand from my wetness with the sound and sight of my open door as I cover myself with my hands. Shocked that I'm no longer home alone, I let out a half scream as I see his startled face as he quickly slammed my door shut.
"Jesus!" Dad half shouts from out in the hallway. He sounds very nervous. "I didn't see anything. I didn't see anything."
His words sound like he might be talking to himself...or chanting to himself. Either way, I'm not entirely sure he's talking to me, so I don't answer. Besides, am I too embarrassed to speak and don't even know what to say.
Quickly I stand up and pull my panties and pants back up. My heart is pounding in my chest and my face is hot, I know I'm blushing from embarrassment. I have no idea how I will ever be able to face my dad now. This is the most humiliating moment in my life and I've had quite a few incidents that I can compare it to.
From out in the hall I hear my dad take a deep calming breath. "Um, Bells," He says in a tone that is a bit shaky. "It's time to get ready to go to the store. Okay?"
Feeling embarrassed and ashamed beyond words, I take a deep breath to steady myself. My mouth feels dry and my throat is tight. Though, I know I must speak sooner or later. I swallow hard.
"Yeah. Sure, Dad." I squeak.
He mumbles something, but I don't hear it as he walks down the hall.
Feeling horrible and wanting to hide from the world, I flop on my bed and bury my face in my pillow. I should have been paying better attention since my door doesn't have a lock. In the future I should really put something in front of my door, a chair perhaps - anything that would make noise and be able to warn me before he enters my room. As well as buy me some time when I enjoy a little time alone, just till I can buy a lock for my door. I really need a lock so I won't get caught again.
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