September 19th (much, much, MUCH later)
"How COULD you?" Rosalie hollered, or more like sobbed into the phone. "I defended you back there! I said all those rumors weren't true! Hell, you said they weren't true but what do I find? YOU DRY-HUMPING MY BROTHER IN THE CAFETERIA THIS AFTERNOON!"
"Sshh," I said paranoidly, glancing at my bedroom door. Certain Rosalie's shriek was loud enough to penetrate the whole household. "I did not dry-hump Edward in the cafeteria!"
"Did too!"
"I was proving a point, okay?" I sighed into the phone, frustrated already.
"Yeah, that you're a two-faced liar!" She gave a small hiccup before saying in an equally small voice, "I just checked his profile. He really did change his relationship status! He's not single anymore!"
"Oh, get over it, Rosalie," a voice snapped in the background, which made me painfully aware of who it could be. "Give me the phone, I want to talk to Bella."
Tears came close to ruining my vision as I pressed disconnect and threw the phone as hard as I could against the other side of the room. Oh God, I was in such a mess. What have I done?
Since having that erotic dream and mauling the subject of my dream without a word inbetween us, I had self-confined myself to the bedroom since I got back from school. I just didn't know what to do. At the beginning of this day, I'd reassured myself everything would be alright if I avoided Edward until that dream faded, but right there at lunchtime, with Lauren winding me up about sex, and Rosalie winding me up with her sceptism and Tanya with her smirking, I just wanted them all to shut up.
And when I saw Edward. I forgot all about the dream. I forgot all about avoiding him.
All I'd wanted to do was prove a point.
Until I released him with his lips still puckered, and his eyes still shut and the enormity of the situation hit me full-on.
I had to get out of there.
September 20th
"Hallo, Mrs Swan," came the formal voice from downstairs. "Is Bella up yet?"
Already I was easing open my window, only running back to unplug my ghd straighteners (didn't want to cause a fire!), before joining my school bag on the roof of the front porch. I was sweating as I spied Edward's car at the end of the driveway, his ever formidable BMW gleaming a shocking silver in the morning. Please invite him in, please invite him in I begged my mother, clutching onto my bag as if it were a life-raft.
"Edward! It's so lovely to see you after all this time! Is it for anything in particular?"
My mom was hopeless when it came to clean cut, american boys and Edward was no exception. Even as youngsters, she would fawn over Edward's Valentine's Day cards and encourage me to give him a peck for his troubles. No, thank you very much, I would reply. I'd rather kiss a frog.
"Oh, I was just driving through the neighbourhood and I thought I'd give Bella a ride. Into school." Love how he had to specify that. I wondered if he would've been so eagar to "pop in", if he had known all the dirty thoughts I had about me riding him. And nowhere near school!
"In that case, you better come in!" Success! I waited until she ushered him in and closing the door, before I dropped my bag over the ledge and soon followed after it. Having practised this escape path many times in the past (not to go anywhere, just to practise) it was with limited degree of confidence I hobbled down my driveway and paused by Edward's BMW, placing a hand on the hood to regain my breath.
Beep beep beep beep beep!
Fucking hell! I snatched away my hand as if burnt, but the damage had already been done. The front door opened and Edward strode out, my mom staring disapprovingly in the background.
"Bella, what a coincidence," he bit out as he pressed a button in his car keys, and the alarm went dispairingly silent.
"Oh, you know me," I waved him away, still bent in double. "Trouble, trouble, trouble!"
"Right. Well you look like you really did a number on yourself there. Do you want to catch a ride?"
"A ride? With you?" my laughter sounded too loud and peroxide for my liking. "Whatever gave you that idea?"
My mother, having had enough, even though she was six metres away and probably couldn't hear what we were saying, shook her head in forlorn and stepped back inside, shutting the door behind her. Immediately the difference was palpiable as Edward straightened his shoulders and nodded at his car. "Get inside. Now."
I had to think twice about arguing back, but the impatience in his tone was clear and it suggested he wouldn't hesistate to bodily lift me into the car, if needs be. The idea of his arms closing around my hips (or even my legs) and pulling me taut against his bod, was enough for me to open the passenger door and get in.
After a pause, which I imagined Edward staring dumbly at the spot I just vacated, he got into the car with me and slammed the door. And then he was reversing out of the driveway, his arm casually thrown around the back of my head-rest as he peered through the backscreen. I could smell his deodrant- it was the same one he wore back in that Barji when this whole deal went down.
"You know, Bella," Edward spoke a loud, when we reached the first set of traffic lights. "I'm really confused."
I purposely chose to miscontrue his statement. "You are?" I blinked. "Well the light's turning green now, so you're free to go."
Edward went.
"It's just, I don't know whether we're going through with the fake-dating thing or not," he chose to aveliate when we got to the next set of lights. "One minute we're on, the next minute you're telling Rosalie we're the most chummiest of friends.." I blushed heavily. "And then," he whistled through his teeth. "You jump me like a dog on heat. In front of the whole school."
A dog on heat. Now that's an interesting expression. If I took that the wrong way I would assume he's calling me a bitch. If I took it the other way, I would assume he was disappointed I didn't start humping his leg or something. You never know, with Edward.
"And the cream of this whole story? You don't even talk to me."
How ironic right after that, a silence descended upon the car like a muffled blanket suffocating a little puppy. A part of me wanted to turn and mock him, by crooning, "Talk? Talk Dirty?" and throw so many fuck's and fuck me's and pussy's and cocks at him as possible. But the inner shyness within me refused any less thing until Edward had parked his car in the parking lot, and together we watched a group of people walk in front of the car, glancing curiously inside.
"I want it to continue, okay?" I burst out, not daring to look at him. "Just until all these shitheads realise that I can pin a boy down! Especially one as hot as you. So when they start accepting me or whatever, I could just turn around and be like, "Fuck you."
"Wait...rewind. Did you just call me hot?"
All he heard was an answering slam as I exited the car.
Previously on My Fake Boyfriend...
Authour asks for review count to hit 20. Review count hits 20.
Which surprises authour a lot because she expected no-one to be reading this riff-raff.
Now authour has to deliver on her part of the deal-updating!
Gotta warn you guys. I started to write this fic for NaNoWriMo.
I got as far as 17K in one week.
Then I gave up :D
Thanks to:
hayleyxx01
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