Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, but I'm grateful to Stephenie Meyer for her dream/vision.
A pox on me for not eternally thanking my pre-readers, adaywithjake & maizenbluegurl, in my last chapter. You girls are the bomb and keep me on track.
Lastly, if there is a Greeneyedgod on MySpace, it's not me nor anyone connected with me or this story.
Yeah, I'm not so smooth with the ladies in real life, as evidenced. I took my time getting to my next class, which was across campus. While I walked, I ate some blueberry muffins my mom made. I didn't want to walk too close to Bella and seem like some sort of creepy stalker.
The Swan family moved to Seattle when Bella and I were in junior high. We never hung out in the same circles even though we went to the same schools. I joined the football team in high school so I could protect my quarterback brother. Bella was on the cheerleading squad. We were forced together at some events but we never managed more than shy smiles and a brief "hello." That was most likely due to Mr. Sparkling Teeth hanging around her constantly. The coach asked me to stay on the team as I was one of his better players and kept up my grades.
Jacob wasn't in our other class and Bella sat next to Angela, a bookish girl with who she was good friends. Seeing their dark heads together, comparing notes, gave me ample fodder for daydreaming about a three-way conversation with two beautiful women – especially if one of them was Bella. Another thought came quickly on the heels of those, quickly stomping out any embers of longing. There was no way I would share Bella with another. If I was ever privileged enough to chat with her, it would be just the two of us.
Later at work, I was in my zone, making yummy pizzas and keeping to myself. Our boss thought it was a great idea to have everyone cross-train to the various jobs in the restaurant so we could cover each other if needed.
We had a rush right around dinnertime – as usual – and I barely had a chance to look up from placing toppings on pizzas. Something – a laugh? – made me look up and I saw Bella talking to the cashier. I didn't even know she came to this restaurant! Does she know I work here? Am I blushing? I could feel my face heat up at the thought. I was sure I was blushing now. I'd have to blame it on the heat from the ovens. Could I stick my head in one of the ovens for emphasis?
I watched furtively out of the corner of my eye as the cashier handed Bella two large pizza boxes and then she was gone. I wasn't normally in the habit of checking names on the order receipts, but I casually glanced through them until I found the one with "Swan" listed at the top. Two large combinations; one with mushrooms, one without – now the question was – did she like mushrooms or not?
It was time to go home, eat a great Mom-cooked dinner, and see what kind of trouble Greeneyedgod could get into. Knowing my track record, it could be a lot before I fell into bed that night.