Author's Note: Hi! Sorry about not giving anyone a preview like I promised! I kind of forgot about it completely. Okay, so, I decided to keep the Bella and Damien thing going on for a little longer, because it would be sort of stupid to just end it right after their first kiss (well, first kiss in Bella's case). I would also like to thank flutetenorsaxplayer2008 for the shoutouts in her stories, advertising mine. Love you! And be sure to check out her stories, All My Life, Gifted, and The Lost Daughter of Russia, they are really good! And now, on with the next chapter of WHN!
Prologue
So, Sally can wait, she knows it's too late as we're walking on by. Her soul slides away, but don't look back in anger, I heard you say.—Oasis
Chapter Ten: Don't Look Back In Anger
Bella's Point of View
When I got up that morning, the first thing I did was touch my lips, wondering if it was all a dream, if I had just made last night up in my head.
Oh, how I hoped not! That would just be cruel.
I got dressed, and went downstairs slowly, wanting to put off reality for as long as possible.
Reality never came.
Because the minute I got downstairs, Damien, who had been sitting at the mini-bar/island in our kitchen, got up and wrapped me in a hug, kissing my hair.
"I missed you. Last night was amazing, Bella." He whispered. I shuddered, enjoying the closeness. He lifted my chin up so I was looking into his eyes, and gave me a small peck on the lips, confirming that last night was, in fact, not a dream.
"Good morning," I whispered, and he smiled, caressing my cheek.
Then, Emmett had to barge into our morning.
"Oi! The bus is leaving, you two lovebirds! Let's go!"
I sighed, not wanting to let go, as we disentangled from each other. "I'll sit next to you in the Jeep." Damien whispered, trying to be conspicuous, so as not to attract Emmett's attention.
Unfortunately, Emmett's ears never missed a trick, and he clapped Damien on the back, leading him out.
"Why don't you ride shotgun today, Damien?" Emmett suggested, even though we knew that he wasn't taking no for an answer. I guess the overprotective brotherly instincts took over.
Damn. Oh well, there wasn't much we could do about it, though, I mean, it's not like we could overpower him or anything. Then, I smiled, finding probably the only loophole in his, "Keep Bella Safe" plan.
Because sitting in the backseat of the car was none other than Alice Brandon and Rosalie Hale. Ha!
I turned to Emmett, giving him the 'I'm an angel, and the puppy dog' look all at once, and said sweetly, "Okay, I guess Rosalie will just have to sit in the back, with all of us. Oh well."
It worked out perfectly. Emmett's eyes were wide as saucers, and he shook his head. "Damien, get in the back. Sorry, but new girl goes in front. It's only fair, you know?" Damien smirked, and nodded. "Mhm, yep, sure Emmett."
When Emmett wasn't looking, we both did a fist-pump. "Victory is ours!" He mouthed dramatically, waving his arm around like he was wielding a sword. His attempt to make me laugh couldn't have been better. I was in hysterics, my eyes watering, my stomach aching with blissful pain.
Oh yeah, today was definitely going to be a great day.
Because the car was so full, I ended up on Damien's lap, partly because it was either that or Mike's lap, and because I was dating Damien. It wasn't official yet or anything, but I hoped that it would be soon.
When we arrived at school, and I got out, everyone stared, jaws dropping, as Damien gave me a chaste kiss on the lips. I shivered. Except it wasn't from the kiss, but because it was so cold. I mean, it wasn't that cold out, considering that we were in Forks, but still, it was cold enough. I shivered again. I had worn my red and black striped leggings, with black legwarmers and a black, white, and red checkered skirt. On top, I had my favorite shirt on; it was a movie called Twilight. It was about this girl who fell in love with a vampire, and I was quite obsessed. I had all the books, and like three posters. It had a picture of the vampire in white on the front; the shirt itself was black. (a/n: sorry for long description, I just thought I would elaborate. Hehe, like the Twilight reference there?)
Then, I heard someone clear their throat. I turned, only to find Edward, with Lauren hanging off his arm.
Then, he had the nerve to say, "Do you mind? That's just gross. Save the PDA for somewhere else."
I was fuming. I pushed away from Damien, and sneered, "At least we don't suck face with each other in the school parking lot, Cullen. Eff off!"
He rolled his eyes, "At least I'm not kissing a slut, Bella." I growled, and turned around. He laughed. "Oh, run along, little girl." That's what he thought? Oh, he was so, so, wrong.
I turned around suddenly, and snapped my arm back, punching him in the nose.
Blood spurted from it, and he grimaced. "Bitch, look what you did!" I turned around, and, ignoring Damien and everyone else, I ran off to English. But halfway there, I burst out into tears.
Was I really a bitch?
"Bella! Bella! Oh, god, are you okay?" I turned towards his voice, shaking my head, trying desperately to stop crying.
Emmett. I wanted to see Emmett.
Damien gathered me into a hug, pulling me into his chest as I cried.
"Do you want me to get Em?" He asked, practically reading my mind. I managed to say, "Y-Yes, p-please." He gently pulled away. "Wait here."
A few minutes later, Emmett was there, holding me. "I know, shh, it's okay, it's okay, sis," he murmured over and over. "You know what, let's ditch!" Emmett said. I gasped. "But, we'll get into trouble." I pointed out. He laughed. "Not if I have to take my sick sister home. Come on, we will go see Mrs. Cope." I nodded, and twenty minutes later, we were home.
I sat at the bar, twirling my spoon in my hot chocolate, as Emmett pillaged the fridge, looking for the whipped cream. When he finally found it, we sprayed it on our drinks, and sipped in silence.
Finally, Emmett spoke.
"Bella, I need you to be happy! Please!" I shook my head, and he frowned then, his eyes lit up.
Uh oh. I knew that look.
"I know what will help. Come with me." He motioned for me to follow him into the living room. Then, he said, "Wait here, I will be right back." I nodded obediently.
Soon, he came back, only this time, he had a guitar. "What are you doing?" I asked warily. As far as I knew, Emmett was not musically inclined. He rolled his eyes at me.
"Bella, a lot changed since you went off the deep end. I play the guitar and piano, so don't look so scared, Bellsy!" I sighed, and he laughed sheepishly. "Sheesh, don't look so excited Bella, it might just kill you!" He said sarcastically.
Then he started to play. (A/N: Listen to Jump Rope by Blue October!)
Remember how you used to say,
You couldn't wait for tomorrow for a brand new day,
No fuss when you had to ride the bus,
You just add a little smile to paralyze your school crush.
I tried not to move with the beat, but it was kind of hard.
Now you're older and the weight is on your shoulder,
Make the world a little colder, no more hidin' in the old day.
Be strong, don't you give up hope, it will get hard,
Life's like a jump rope!
I tapped my fingers to the beat, biting back a smile that was trying hard to reach my lips. Emmett saw, and he laughed.
Up, down, up, down, up, down, up, down, yeah.
Cause it will get hard, remember life's like a jump rope!
I couldn't hold it in any longer, and I started laughing. I jumped up, and he started dancing as he sang and played the guitar.
Up, down, up, down, up, down, up, down, yeah,
It will get hard,
Cause it will get hard!
He laughed, and danced and sang the next verse without playing the guitar, twirling me around.
There'll be a bump and there will be a bruise,
There'll be alarms, and there will be a snooze,
There'll be path that you will have to choose,
There'll be a win and there will be a lose and,
He let go of me and started playing the guitar, singing louder now.
You gotta hold your head up high and,
Watch all the negative go by,
"Don't be afraid to cry, go ahead!" he exclaimed. I laughed, still dancing, and I started to clap a few times till he started singing again.
Cause life's like a jump rope,
Up, down, up, down, up, down, up down yeah,
It will get hard,
Remember life's like a jump rope,
Up, down, up, down, up, down, up down yeah!
It will get hard, come on!
He stopped dancing, and sang softly,
I want to tell you that everything will be okay,
That everything will eventually turn itself to gold,
So keep pushing through it all,
Don't follow, lead the way,
Don't lose yourself or your hope,
Cause life's like a jump rope
Up down,
Up down,
Up down,
Up down yeah,
Then, he sang loudly.
You stomp your feet so hard you make it pound
Raise the bottom to the top
And now we're never coming down
Up down stomp your feet spin around
Clap hands to the rhythm
Then you slip down
You stomp your feet so hard you make it pound
Raise the bottom to the top
And now we're never coming down
Up down
Up down
Up down
Up down yeah
It will get hard
Remember life's like a jump rope
Up down
Up down
Up down
Up down yeah
It will get hard
Cause it will get hard
Up down
Up down
Up down
Up down yeah
Life's like a jump rope
Up down
Up down
Up down
Up down yeah
Whoa oh
Cause life's like a jump rope!
I collapsed with Emmett on the couch clapping and laughing.
"That was really good! Who wrote that?" I asked, happy now.
"I did."
Author's Note:
Awe! This was my favorite chapter to write so far, because of the Emmett and Bella sibling bonding, however cliché and mushy that sounds. I personally thought that Emmett was the man in this chapter. And what was up with Edward? Why did he lash out like that? I mean, yeah, he's obviously jealous, but did he honestly have to be so mean? Even though I wrote him like that in this chapter, I hate him right now. What's your opinion? Also, no one has told me whether I should skip over a couple of months, or any certain amount of time yet, neither has anyone told me if they are Team Damien or Team Edward! The Team Damien/Team Edward thing might seem stupid, but it will help me to know when to time certain events and how things will play out in the future of the story. So, if you review, you don't have to, but I am just asking for some sort of answer. Either way, the story will go on, like I said, it's just to help me with the timeline of everything. In case you are wondering, I have no beta, I edit things completely on my own, hence all the careless mistakes. Sorry for the wicked long author's note. And here's a preview for the next chapter: Breaking the Habit—Linkin Park.
P.S. Check out All My Life, Gifted, and The Lost Daughter of Russia by flutetenorsaxplayer2008, they are really, really awesome!
PEACE!
Norah