Chapter 6 – Winter Itch

BELLA

Edward Cullen had asked me to the spring dance. I was even his first choice. My insides were doing a happy dance. I didn't know why I was his first choice, other than I wasn't a whore, but who cared. I had a date. My very first date ever. I was feeling so happy, but I was kind of scared. I shouldn't feel this good. Bad things happened when I was happy. Like landing face first in the school mashed potatoes when I got an "A" on my trig exam. I did my best to fight the smile the rest of the day, but there was no way to hide it from my dad. He came home and smiled widely at me, making me release my hugantic smile. Okay, I knew that was not a word, but there was no way to help it. It was huge and gigantic, so hugantic totally fit.

"How was your day, Bells?" he asked. "You seem to be in a good mood."

I nodded yes and brought him a beer. "No one giving you trouble?" he asked, like he knew the answer already.

"Nope. Today was surprisingly quiet on the teasing front." Which was a bit shocking to say the least now that I thought about it.

"That's good. I'm glad to hear it. Look, Billy and I were talking about having an overnight campout with both our families in about two weeks."

"What? No!" That was spring dance weekend.

"No? Did you have plans? A report to finish or something?" he asked confused. I usually loved our family outings with the Blacks.

"No, I mean yes, I have plans. The spring dance is then," I said, suddenly nervous to tell my dad I had a date.

"Spring dance? You're going to the dance?" he asked confused. I had never gone to one before.

I nodded my head yes.

"Are you going with someone?" he asked, and I knew there was no getting around it.

"Edward Cullen asked me to go with him."

He looked at me surprised and then nervous. "Edward, the guy who assaulted those…"

"Dad," I cut him off, "Please, it'll be my first date ever."

He let out a sigh and rubbed his face. "Well, I suppose, but I want to officially meet him as your boyfriend before you go."

"Dad, he's not," I pouted, "We're just going as friends."

"The guy takes on a crowd of jerks for you, and then asks you to the dance. That sounds like a boyfriend to me," he stated plainly, and I knew it did. But he wasn't, and now I was kind of wishing he was.

"He's just nice," I said with a shrug, and my dad laughed and shook his head.

"No meeting, no date. I want to make sure he's going to take care of you."

"He will," I defended. I didn't know why, but I kind of trusted Edward.

I spent the rest of the evening trying to come up with a way to casually get Edward to my house before the dance. The problem was I had no idea. I had never asked anyone over to my house, and I kind of didn't want him to see it. We were really poor, and I was a little embarrassed about our tiny old house.

It was halfway into my panic attack, when I realized I didn't have his number to even ask him to come over, and there was no way I was approaching him at school in front of everyone.

Being a small town, I knew where he lived, and I thought if I casually walked over there like I was passing through, maybe he would come out and say hi, and I could ask him then.

I was so screwed.

I threw my sweats back on and grabbed my old coat and started for his house. I knew it was on the edge of town, but I didn't realize how far it was, until it was the freaking middle of the night when I got there. His whole house was dark. I stood outside, leaning against a tree, glaring at it and cursing my sore legs. This was so stupid. How the hell was I supposed to get home now?

I saw a light flip on and moved to that side of the house, gasping at what I saw. It was Edward, and he was wearing only boxers, as he rummaged through the fridge. He took a bottle of water out and started walking toward the back of the house. I watched as a light flicked on, so I moved to where I could see in that window, and it looked like it was his room. I was surprised that it had a freaking piano in it. The walls were all funny looking. I was pretty sure it was soundproofed. There was a guitar stand in the corner as well. He turned his back to me, and I saw something black on his shoulder. A tattoo maybe?

What he did next was just shocking. He set his water bottle on the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of lotion. I thought, hmm, he had winter itch, but then he dropped his boxers and took a handful of lotion and started…you know what I was talking about.

His eyes were closed, and I hated that this place was soundproofed, because I really wanted to hear him getting off. He used some tissue and caught the mess he made when he came. I had pressed my ear against the window, trying to hear what he called out, but there was no sound, damn soundproofed room. He then used the bottle of water to clean himself up. So I guess he wasn't thirsty. Now I just wanted to offer him bottles of water at school to see if he would take them.

I stepped back from the window, and it looked like he was walking towards me. I moved to the side of it, and he surprised me by opening it a little and dropping the tissues out of it. I looked down at my feet to find a mess of old tissues. I was standing in Edward jizz!

Of course, I also noticed he hadn't shut his window all the way. It was open just a crack. He flopped on his bed and closed his eyes. Did I mention this guy was naked? Yeah, he had forgotten to put his boxers back on.

As I had mentioned when I started this, I was horny. Like in a very, very bad way, and now this beautiful boy was laying in my sights naked, and I wanted to touch him, or myself, or something, I didn't know, but I was sure touching should have been happening somewhere!

My legs started shaking, and I realized I needed to sit down, before they collapsed from exhaustion. There was a little couch in his room, and if I was super quiet, I could probably rest on it before I headed back. Also, I would get a better view of mister naked and snoring.

I eased his window open a little and wiggled in through the crack. The smell that filled my nose was shocking. So that was what sex and Edward smelled like. My girl bits flexed in excitement, and I knew it was wrong. I made it over to the couch and nearly collapsed. My legs were killing me. Why did this god have to live so damn far away?

I took my sneakers off and put my feet up on his little coffee table. My thighs seemed to sigh in relief. Maybe I really needed to start jogging for real to get myself in better shape! I laid my head back against the back of his little couch and looked over at his sleeping form. He had an adorable little pout on his face that made him look so young and innocent. However, the very generous size of his…manhood…proved he was anything but a child.

I closed my eyes, before I did something stupid like try to touch him, but I ended up doing something stupider and fell asleep. I was woken up by his alarm clock going off. I stared, petrified that he was going to freak out with me being there, but he blindly hit the snooze button, not even opening his eyes, and rolled over to continue snoring. I quickly took the hint and grabbed my sneakers, slipping out of the window. I ran full out for the first few minutes to get away from his house and any accusations. When I was about a mile away, I relaxed and started a slow jog home.

I almost had a heart attack, when he came jogging up behind me. "Hey, Bella, what are you doing out so early?"

Was it early? I looked over and saw the sun was just barely peeking through the trees.

"Do you run in the morning, too?" he asked.

Well, I did this morning. I just shrugged. "Do you mind if I join you?"

I looked at him like he was nuts. "I'm just heading back to my house now," I said.

He smiled. "That's cool. I'll jog along with you." I nodded okay, because what was I supposed to say? "No, I'm not out for a morning run, I was just watching you get off and fell asleep in your room?" I didn't think so.

I jogged and groaned; my muscles were tight and sore from my insane walk last night. "Did you stretch?" he asked, and I shook my head no.

"You must be new to jogging," he said, and I nodded. "Well, come on then," he said sitting on the side of the road and started stretching, waiting for me to do the same. I copied him and groaned in relief; my body needed a good stretching like you wouldn't believe. I looked up at him, and he was looking at me, breathing hard.

"Should we slow down?" I asked him.

He looked at me confused and then nodded yes. We started walking, and to my surprise, he walked me all the way home. He did most of the talking, as we were walking a little too fast for me to talk to him without panting. Besides, I was scared to look him in the face, afraid that maybe if I did, he would see that I had been in his room and had watched him get off last night.

We were just coming up to my house, when my father stepped out onto the porch. "Isabella, where have you been?" he asked sternly, and I wondered if he knew I had been gone all night. I hoped he didn't say anything in front of Edward.

"I went for a run," I mumbled, and I was pretty sure he knew I was lying, but he just looked hard at Edward.

"I ran into Bella out on the I-5 where I do my morning run. I thought I would walk her back and make sure she got here in one piece," Edward said, and my father took in his running attire. It was apparent that Edward had been telling the truth, my father just didn't know why I had been wandering around on the interstate.

My father stepped forward and rested his hand on his gun. "My Bella tells me you asked her to the spring dance?"

"Yes, Sir, my sister will be double dating with us if that's alright with you?"

My dad looked to me and smiled a little. "Yeah, that sounds good. When will you be picking her up?"

"At six o'clock that evening if that's alright. My mother wanted us to have dinner and pictures at the house before we left. You're welcome to join us, Sir. I'm sure you'll want to get some pictures of her once my sister is done with her."

"Sister?" my dad asked, and I cringed.

Edward shrugged. "Alice thought it might be nice for Bella to get ready with another girl. I mean, if that's alright with you?" he asked me.

I shrugged and nodded it was fine.

"Cool, I'll let Alice know."

"Edward," my dad called to him, and he looked worried, "It's a long walk back, would you like a lift?" The way my father asked kind of left no room for argument.

"Sure, thank you, Sir," Edward said and ran around to the other side of the cruiser. "I'll see you later at school, Bella."

I nodded at him and grabbed my dad's arm. "Be nice, don't mess this up for me," I growled.

My dad looked down at me and raised an eyebrow. "I'm giving him a ride home, how is that not nice?" he asked too innocently.

"Be nice," I growled again and ran into the house, calling for my mom. She came out, and I told her what dad was doing, and that she would have to get a new daughter if he chased away the only guy who had ever asked me on a date.

I was headed for the shower, when she stopped me. "Bella, where were you?"

"I was jogging," I said with a shrug.

"You were wearing those clothes yesterday."

I shrugged. "I didn't want to get clean clothes dirty," I lied. I had a feeling my mother suspected it was a lie, but thankfully, since I had been a pretty good kid so far, she didn't have a reason to worry about me. She would never suspect I was a female version of a Peeping Tom sneaking into a strange boy's windows.

No, her perfect daughter would never do that.