AN: Moving right along Folks! *Warning: this chapter may cause collective Awwwes... & a few sniffles!*
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That´s What Little Girls Are Made Of...
Chapter Seventy-Six
EPOV
As I made my way through Whole Foods, gathering the things off Isabella´s list, I couldn't help the perma-grin that was plastered on my face.
God, could this feel anymore right?
Even the bickering and arguing we´d been doing over the week felt normal, like we were a couple.
Coming home to the smell of Bella´s home cooking, and knowing that she´s there waiting for me, made my heart swell in my chest; I was one lucky motherfucker.
I was still torn about what to do over this Jacob Black character, but not even that could put a complete damper on things.
Little did Izzy know, but I knew that she spent most nights after she thought I´d gone to bed talking to the little shit on the phone.
Emmett suggested that I go to campus and threaten to make the fucker´s life a living hell if didn´t stay away from my girl, while Jasper – the voice of reason – told me that, that was the opposite of helpful.
One, I could lose my fucking job, and two; I could lose my girl, permanently.
Oh hell no!
Neither one was an option in my opinion.
I did, however, use my position and access to school records to investigate the fucker.
What, I´m a fucking professor, I can look up any student I wish; it´s not against school policy!
Yeah, yeah, stalker, keep trying to believe that, my fucking traitor of a conscience whispered. If it makes you sleep better at night.
Fuck you, you´re just as guilty as I am!
Ooo…Eddie boy seems a little touchy. Did I hit a nerve?
Shut up, asshole!
Bella fucking Swan already had me arguing with myself, it wouldn´t be long before the men in white coats showed up with my crisp new straightjacket.
Back to the matter at hand, Jacob fucking Black!
Jacob William Black, to be exact, was the only child of William (Billy) and Rachel Black. Born and raised on the small Quinault Indian reservation fifty-nine miles outside of Hoquiam, Washington by his mother after his father was killed by a wolf during a hunting trip.
Labeled the golden boy of the reservation, Jacob came from a long line of chiefs and tribal elders. In true tribal tradition, in that, it takes a village to raise a child, everyone pitched in and this kid was nothing short of perfect.
He graduated at the top of his class with a perfect GPA, was homecoming king, star quarterback, Wendy´s High School Heisman recipient, National High School Honor Society Scholar, and Who´s Who among High School Students.
On paper, this fucking kid made Mother Teresa look like a fucking juvenile delinquent!
Yeah, how was I supposed to compete with that?
He was even attending Northwestern on a full-ride!
God, why couldn´t there be at least one skeleton in his closet?
I didn´t have a leg to stand on when it came to keeping them apart. It´s not like I could just come out and say, "Hey Bella, you´re mine, and I want you to stay the fuck away from that fucking goody-two-shoes!"
Yeah, that would go over well.
My girl was as fucking stubborn as a mule, not to mention, my parents would have my ass if they knew I was giving her grief without just cause.
Being in love with a sixteen-year-old had its fucking drawbacks.
There were times when I want to just smother her with my love, and stake my claim, but, realistically, I knew that could have the opposite effect.
Bella hasn´t even begun to live life yet, how could I take away her choices?
What if she grew to resent me when she woke up and realized that I´d taken away her youth?
So many variables, so many outcomes, so many choices...
I was an adult and couldn't decide; how could I put that kind of pressure on someone so young and naive?
How the fuck do I get myself into these things?
More importantly, how the fuck do I get out?
Okay, things are chugging ahead. Stay with me, and I promise we´ll get there! Keep those awesome reviews coming, they inspire me to write!
More after the break...
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