September 17th

The next day, I was a senseless wreck, lumbering into class fifteen minutes late and then spending the class not writing any notes. There was one hairy situation, where the teacher called on me to answer a question before realising that question was indeed one set for homework, and I'd done it before any of this mess.

This "mess" as in referring to last night's "dream."

Ack!
After that eventful trip, I was too frightened to go back to sleep incase Edward popped up in a leopard print thong or even worse- I did.

So hence, the following morning, I travelled two beats behind everyone else (reaching for sugar, but got salt instead) and ran out of the house resembling a hyena.
Well not so much as ran, but lumbered. Sadly the hyena bit is true.
In the bus, I sat right at the back, and pretended I was not me, when someone called me by my name and beckoned me to come forward. Anyways, I consoled myself when the person turned away miffed, They just want to get close to Rosalie, not me.

How wrong I was.
"Bella!" someone called again, soon after the bus had parked and the doors let loose, for the kids to fall out off. "Bella!"
I couldn't fake nonchalance any longer, and okay I was kinda curious to see who was so desperate to speak to me. Even the Rosalie-worshippers had to give up a while when her second-in-command so much refused to shake her head at them. At least they knew they existed then, twats.
I turned around with the biggest smile on my face, even though I looked like crap until I saw who was coming for me.
Shit no!

"Hey Bella. It's Tanya from senior year. I came round your house once when we were kids." (Translation: When you were a kid.) If I remember correctly, Tanya had been an early developer, gaining a bosom and hips at the impressive age of twelve. When I was twelve I was skinny as a bowling pin. So to come home from school one day, to see this vision of perfection on my front porch depressed the hella out of me. Even then I remember vividly the bleached blonde hair tousled over her shoulders and smouldering gray eyes outlined with black eyeliner. The only difference from then and now, is that she less acutely resembled a panda.

Darn it.

"Oh yeah," I pretended to reminisce whilst I added an extra stride to my step, "You came round with girl scout cookies."
"All hail to girl scouts!" She did the salute, and did it so fluidly that it would've looked stupid on anyone else. But with Tanya, looking stupid wasn't an option.
Me and my hyena hair.
"Oh...har dee harr haar. Hows that goin' for ya?"
"I quit."

Talk about a conversation killer. Desperately I searched around in my brain for something engaging to say, or to reach homeroom, whatever came first but neither was willing to come easily. A pom pom practically falling out of her shoulder bag caught my eye, and I thanked Jesus for mercy.

"So varsity cheerleader, huh?" I commented, as I spied a familiar brown haired individual bouncing a ball in the courts lined up to the gym. I prayed Tanya wouldn't notice him too, but realised when her fingernails bit into my arm, she always noticed him. That's the thing about Edward and Tanya. It's like everytime they meet it's been perfectly engineered beforehand.

"Tell me, Bella," she said in a conspirational, perhaps even friendly tone. "Are you and Edward...an item?"
"God, no!" was my first instinct to vehemently claim, before I caught the ill-intentioned glint in Tanya's eye. As varsity cheerleader, it was unofficial code she had to cop of with the hottest/sportiest senior at school. Although I take no pleasure in disparaging Edward's looks (heehee) there was guys, other guys, who looked just plain filthy. Not filthy, as in rolling around in the mud filthy, but more like I beckon thee with my mouth of sin. Whilst their bodies oozed sex and carnal pleasure, Edward's oozed... sweat and freshly mown lawns.

He had that whole golden boy, american package going for him.

Hence that erotic dream where I deflower him on top of his Simba duvet greatly worrying me.
It's like a cardinal sin to dream of riding his cock, when Edward had yet to pierce his body, tattoo any tattoos or even be caught wanking in the shower room.
But clearly Tanya had no problem with that, as she looked over in Edward's direction, and licked her lips! Actually licked her freaking lips!

"He's always had a crush on me, you know," she said, leaning against the pillar leading into the school's entrance. "But I didn't really do anything about until the end of junior year. Looks I didn't do enough though." She tossed her hair in a haughty manner.
"Whaddya mean?" I wanted to know, curious why she should divulge in me of all people.
"Well," she sniffed, giving another hair-toss, "Two weeks into senior year and it looks like he's copped of you. A junior. Maybe I should've repeated the year..." she twirled a strand of blonde hair over and over her finger, until I almost believed she was using it as a curler. This time, we both simultaneously looked over at Edward, Tanya with regret and me with something more sinister.

As far as I was aware, the only person close to guessing we were a "couple" was Rosalie, but I put her at rest...Didn't I?
"How did you find that out?" I asked stiffly, watching as Edward shot the perfect hoop through the basket.
"He's been...mentioning, shall I say, you to all his friends in the team."
"No way!"
"Way."

Nevermind, her tone was sarcastic.

September 17th (later)

"Fools," Rosalie scoffed, as two lower freshmen put their heads together the moment we descended the hallways. "Can none of them realize, it's isn't true?"
Rosalie was of course, referring to the unstoppable "rumor" flying round these halls about the relationship status of moi and her frere.

"Go check his facebook profile, you idiot!" she hollered, the moment one of the underclassmen looked at her the wrong way. "He's single..Single, god-dammit!"
I didn't have the heart to tell Rosalie, Edward had changed his relationship status over two hours ago. If I told her, she'd accuse me of lying and frog-march me to her brother to demand a confrontation. And that's the last thing I wanted right now, to face him after that dream the previous night.
Normally I would've been fuming. I would've stormed up to him and demanded an explanation.
But not today...
Not today...

No such luck.
Today Rosalie chose to sit at her brother's table, yes the one overcrowded with tall basketball players. And their girlfriends.
Knowing if I sat down with them, it would only add fuel to the gossip (and I'd have to face Edward!) I balked at the lunch queue and pretended I saw a group of computer friends by the door, waving ferociously.
"What are you? A nerd?" she demanded, before dragging me to my fate.

"Hey guys," she said brightly, automatically gaining a seat as she sat down. "You remember me. I'm Edward's sister. And this is my best friend, Bella Swan."
It was only after she announced my presence, did the rest of the members decide to shuffle reluctantly down. Lauren, a particular spiteful BAG (Basketball Android Girlfriend- a nice deviant of the european version of WAG) shot me an extra hateful look. Tea-bagged bitch.
"It's true, then?" she asked snootily. "You've finally wrenched your skirt to your neck?"
"Pardon?" I asked, confused. "I don't wear skirts."
"Fine, sweatpants to your ankles, then."
"I really don't get-"

"Oh, shut up Lauren," my best friend decided to save me then. "Just because you put it about, don't accuse others of the same thing. Plus Bella and my brother? Yeesh."

Said brother wasn't currently at the table, to my humongous relief when I thought to scroll an eye through it's occupants. Even though Rosalie (in her own weird little way) was battling for my honor, against accusations of trouser-dropping and skirt-lifting, it was still a humiliating process to go through. Hatred churned in my gut, when I caught glimpse of Tanya at the far end of the table, right next to Lauren, stirring through her coleslaw with the most amused smile on her face.
God, Lauren and her were welcome to each other.

I don't know what defining factor made everything click into place, maybe it was a combination of them all, but when I saw Edward stroll into the cafeteria a few minutes later and pick up a banana, I stood up abruptly, letting my chair screech a deafening silence.
I didn't scream. I didn't have too.

Since the whole cafeteria had been reduced to a solitary cough, the moment I stood up, Edward had no choice but to turn around, an empty lunch plate in his hand. The dinner lady behind him looked exasperated, having been halfway through dumping baked beans on his plate. But his attention had been diverted towards me, as I started strolling, yes strolling to his tall muscular, but sweaty bod.
"Bella? What are you-"
God, I relished this. Fisting one handful of sweaty muscular material, I pulled his face down to my level and-
- gave him a slow, langorious kiss.

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