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Five hours later I was lying in my bed, suffering from congested sinuses and a broken heart. I could hear Rosalie speaking softly to someone on her phone, but couldn't quite catch the conversation. Not like I actually cared. I was too busy drowning in my teenage angst to really give a shit about what she was saying.
I wanted to throw myself off of La Push cliffs, or get tongued by a leper. Hell, I would rather receive ten thousand hate letters if it would take away the achy feeling in my chest. All I wanted was my heart back, but Jasper already ripped it into an unglueable mess.
He seemed so great. I thought I could trust him, but apparently I pegged him all wrong. I wish he would have left me alone instead of stringing me along in his little game with that evil skank. I would've greatly appreciated if he had stopped playing me and had simply told me 'Oh by the way, Bella, I do not like you and never will because I am actually boning the one girl that loves fucking with your chicken shit life'. Yeah, it would have shattered my fantasies of having a happy, loving relationship with him, but it would've been better than having a pink ribbon tied over my eyes and believing we were this perfect little couple.
Ugh. Damn that demonic pixie to the fiery pits of hell. She probably did write that stupid note. Oh, she got me good, though. All that time I thought she actually cared about me when in reality, she was fucking Jasper with a happy a smile on her elfin face. And like the dumbass I was, I thought she wanted to be friends because she cared. Oh, the bitch cared all right. Cared for fucking Jasper.
She was probably screwing Jasper as I laid there, weeping under my fluffy bedspread. Fuck, I was so pathetic. How could I have been so damn blind? Oh, I don't know. I mean, I was screwing around with Jasper and that pretty much left me clueless. The guy was a magician because every time he opened his mouth, my brain magically disappeared. God, I was such a slut. Why, oh why did I let him sleep with me? Why did my heart hurt so much? It felt like I was just punched in the middle of my chest with an iron fist.
I choked on the sob bubbling in my throat. Don't cry. Don't cry. You are stronger than this, Bella. C'mon he's not worth it. They're not worth it.
Angry tears sprang in my eyes and I huffed as I shot up from my bed. Wiping my eyes with the back of my hand, I glanced over at Rosalie, who snapped her phone close before turning towards me. She had a dreamy look in her eyes and said, "I told Em to come over."
I was about to yell at her for randomly inviting people to my house when my bedroom door busted open and a familiar voice boomed, "BELLY BUTTON!". I shut my eyes and took in one last gulp of air before my old best friend scooped me off the bed. The air got knocked out of me and I squealed when my head nearly hit my ceiling. He spun me in circles and laughed when I told him that I was going to blow chunks. After squeezing me one last time, he placed me on my feet. A little giggle left my mouth as he steadied me before I fell over. I felt so free, so happy. God it felt so good.
The big goofy smile that was previously on his face slowly disappeared when he got a good look at my face. "Bellsie-poo I missed you so much, but what the fuck happened to you, girl? Did you break up with your boyfriend?" And there went my smile.
Tears prickled at the corners of my eyes, and I quickly looked away. "No," I said pathetically, my lip quivering in an attempt to keep in the sob I desperately wanted to release. There was a loud smack followed by a shouted curse word, courtesy of Emmett. My arm wrapped around my waist once more as I blankly stared out the window. Rose was going ape-shit on Emmett, yelling at him for being an 'insensitive motherfucking asshole'. I tuned it all out, or at least I ignored what I could.
I bet Emmett thought I was a pathetic love struck little girl. I was being a crybaby, wasn't I? Did I look like some drama queen demanding a spotlight? Was I being too much of a wimp? Yes, yes, and yes.
God, I had to stop crying. Tears weren't fixing anything. They weren't going to turn back time, that was for sure. I really had to stop crying over a boy who couldn't keep his dick in his pants. He would not have this much of an affect on me. No, I was going to dust myself off, keep my head held high, and show those assholes that they did not break me. I am Isabella Marie Swan, goddamnit, and nothing was going to bring me down anymore. I wasn't going to cry over this petty shit. I was not going to sit around in my room all day and wait around for him to change his mind. He made his choice once he slipped his dick in that nasty STD infested skank.
Just thinking about those two gave me the sudden urge to break something. I wanted to take out my frustration on something, anything. My palm itched and I had to refrain from punching the wall. All of the pain I felt before had morphed into fury and now I was silently seething. Why have I been wasting my tears on some ass that was probably on to the next one? Tell me why I was not beating the absolute shit out of his evil dwarf of a fuck buddy right the fuck now. What the hell was I doing? I should have challenged Alice to a fight or some shit. Not for Jasper, but for my dignity. My pride went out of the window as soon as she shoved her fuck session with Jasper in my face.
Gah. I needed to do something to get my mind off of this shit. I was bouncing between deep anguish and overpowering rage. Shouldn't anger be the only emotional I should have been feeling? Angry that Jasper played me. Angry that I wasn't good enough for his royal highness. Angry that Alice acted like she was the salt of the earth when in reality she was like the dead blood coming out of her herpes ridden vagina. Gross, unwanted, and cunt-y.
Numb. That's how I wanted to feel. No more emotions, no more thoughts. Just...numb.
With my new goal in mind, I whirled around, while pointing a finger at Emmett. His cheek had a perfect hand print, which must have been a gift from Rose, and his eyes were filled with remorse. He attempted to apologize but I waved it away irritatingly. Just when he opened his mouth, I blurted without thinking, "Let's get drunk."
Cricket cricket.
Rose and Em's mouths were hanging wide open, drool sliding down their chins unattractively. Their eyes were wide with disbelief and they weren't saying anything, just openly gaping at me. I waved a hand in front of both their faces. No response. Shit. I didn't mean to be say that. I mean, yeah I did want to get hammered, but now my friends were acting like some retarded zombies. I mean, yeah, hearing Isabella goody-two-shoes Swan say she wants to get wasted just might send anyone into shock. Yeah, I've gone to a party or two with Em and Rose, but I always declined any beverage aside from water. Now I wanted hard liquor, preferably some Southern Comfort.
Wait. Southern Comfort... Jasper was from the South. Oh god. The tears were springing back in my eyes. Gosh, I was crying just because a fucking drink reminds me of the asshole that screwed me over. That is what some typical thirteen year old girl would do. Guess I turned thirteen when my good ol' Southern boy willingly toyed with my emotions.
My glistening eyes must have broke through both their stupors because Emmett threw me over his shoulder and Rose started to ramble about the types of alcohol we should get. I told her leave out Southern Comfort from the list. Out of my peripheral, I saw her roll her eyes, but she kept her mouth shut.
Em grabbed the blanket on my bed, covering me with it, before bounding down the stairs and out the house. The cold air hit me and I kicked Em on the back. "You ass. Hurry up and put me in the car," I shrieked.
He grinned before 'accidentally' throwing me in the back of the Jeep. I winced when my head banged on the headrest, but said nothing. Rose and Em clambered in and pretty soon, we were speeding towards Em's house.
"Oh, B, I can't wait for you to lose your alcohol virginity. Let's see how many shots of Patron you can take before you start giving me a good ol' lap dance." Em winked at me from the rear-view mirror, causing me to blush ever so slightly and smack his shoulder.
"Emmett can you not? The girl just wants a drink, not requests from a baboon for a lap dance," an irritated Rose said.
Em pouted at her, his baby blue eyes turned to her. He threw an arm around her shoulders, leaned closer to her ear, and whispered something that got her giggling like a lovesick school girl. She pushed him away and told him to keep his eyes on the road. Judging by Rose's blush, I bet he told her that he wanted to fuck her or something. Those two made me sick, in the good way, though. Y'know the 'you guys remind me of fluffy clouds and shit' kind of way. I wish... no, no, and no. It wasn't going to happen, Bella. You cannot keep torturing yourself over this. Drop it, just drop it. Forget about it today. Think later. Yeah.
I sat there for the rest of the ride, staring at Em and Rose's clasped hands. Jealousy was my companion for that car ride. I longed for that kind of a relationship so much. One where a guy wasn't a cheater and stayed utterly loyal to the girl. One with a strong foundation of love. Oh, how badly I wanted Jasper.
When we got to Emmett's house, Rose dragged me to the guest room she 'stays' in. I very well knew that when she did choose to sleep over, she usually ended up creeping into Emmett's room late at night. Unfortunately, she told me the story about how Mrs. McCarty walked in on them. They weren't doing anything bad, or that's what Rose told me. So apparently the missus got mad at Emmett for French kissing Rose. Mrs. McCarty went off in a rampage and shredded her clothes when she turned into the She-Hulk. Okay, I'm kidding about that last one. But she was a little peeved that Emmett was moving really fast with Rose. She didn't want her only son to impregnate his girlfriend at sixteen. She wanted him to have the whole college sha-bang. Whatever. So Rose ended up with the guest room. Bottom line; don't have sex at your boyfriend or girlfriend's house when the wonderful parents are home. C'mon even I wasn't that stupid.
Obviously you were stupid enough to trust Jasper.
I shook my head clear from the nasty voice and looked up at Rosalie. She was biting her nails, something she only did when she was really, really nervous. She was somewhat curling in on herself and she kept on scratching her stomach. Her body shook and I was worried that she was getting sick. She looked so tired, and defeated. Her eyes were glistening with tears and her bottom lip quivered.
Just when I was about to ask if she was feeling good, her shining blue eyes met mine as she whispered three words that turned my world upside down.
"I was pregnant."
*~*So before I go and hide from the angry mob, I just want to thank everyone that's been reading, adding the story to their alerts/favorites, and for reviewing. Your kind words make me excited to write more. There's not one day that I don't thank my fans. Oh, and also, the Band Camp outtake is now up, so go check that out. Now I'll hide.
~geek