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Chapter 12 Not Your Usual Good Time

Since Jacob's motorcycle was still out of commission and we had a third wheel, like I foretold we took my car. I planned a special outfit. I bought locks of red hair earlier to clip into my hair and some red dangling feathered hairclips. I left my hair down and snapped the red tresses to the underside of my hair on each side of my head. I used a round brush and hairdryer to set waves throughout my hair with the red strands. This made my hair look more uniform and gave the illusion that my hair was really dyed red in some places. I even braided some red locks with my hair to add to the effect. I added the feathers and I was done. As for my face, I wore black eyeliner and mascara with pink glitter shadow. My lips were a matte maroon red. I wore a black lacy top and the black tight jeans I still had from Rose. I wanted to really make an impression. This was the first official date with Jacob as his girlfriend. At this point I really didn't care that Emmett was tagging along.

Getting out of the house proved a lot trickier than I anticipated. My dad was home. I always slipped by my mom before, but he paid more attention. I was already wearing my coat so my outfit wouldn't be seen. I carefully descended the stairs and stepped quietly across the corridor to get to the front door.

"What did you do to your hair?"

I spun around. "Dad!"

He just stared wide-eye. "You better tell me where you are going right now," he demanded.

My eyes hit the floor. "A concert."

"Where?"

"It's in the city. Dad, please let me go?" I begged. "It's a new band so it won't be so big, a small group. I'm going with friends. We all did this to our hair and faces. Please?"

"I don't know . . ." his voice wavered.

"Dad we are taking my car. No drugs, no alcohol, and I will have my phone, so you could call me the whole time. I'll put my phone against my skin and on vibrate. I promise to answer on the first ring," I spit-fired. "Please?"

He must've trusted me a lot, because he agreed. "The first ring. And I want you to call me as soon as you get there. Call me if there are any problems. I don't want to find out on the news."

I gave him a hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

*0*

I pulled into Jacob's driveway and walked up to the door. I had my red wool coat unbuttoned so he could get a view. Jacob opened the door instantly as soon as the bell rang. When he saw me, he was completely wide-eyed. I almost expected his eyes to fall out of their sockets.

"Holy shit!" he cussed.

"You like?" I posed.

"I little too much. Wait here." He went back into the house and his sister stepped out.

"Hello," she greeted.

"Hi," I answered quietly.

There was an uncomfortable moment of silence before she spoke again. "I like your hair. How do you manage to style it so good?"

"Well," I corrected.

"Huh?"

"It's 'style it so well?' I wanted to go into fashion and design as a career when I was your age. I used to practice a lot in front of a mirror, trying to copy the magazines. But now I don't know what I want to be, so I mostly study."

A smile crept out on her face. "You're actually not an idiot. Who knew?"

"Excuse me?" I was surprised by the statement. It made me curious to know what they had thought of me behind my back.

Jacob came back before I had a chance to investigate.

"Here put this on." He tossed me a Savage Gord T-shirt.

"Why?"

"I have to share you with Muscles tonight and I would prefer he not have a good view of what your body looks like."

I took off my coat and handed it to him. Then I carefully placed the shirt over my head so I wouldn't mess up my hair.

"Why is everyone congregated around my front door?" I heard his mom say. She walked over. "Oh it's you." She stared at my hair for a moment and looked as if she were going to explode.

"Mom, are you okay?" Rebecca asked after noticing her mom's expression.

"It's red."

"Well it's time to go." Jacob grabbed my hand and pulled me to my car. He was still holding my coat as I unlocked the doors to allow entry.

*0*

When I got to Emmett's house, Jacob told me to stay in the car. He called him on his cell and Emmett came out quickly.

"Volcano this is going to be awesome," he said excited when he climbed in the back of my silver MX-5 Miata. He looked at me. "Cool car, Green."

"It's silver," I uttered.

"No, you're Green."

I turned around to face him. "Did you just call me green?"

"Yeah it used to be 'Green Stalker Chick,' but I shortened it."

I glanced over at Jacob. "I didn't pick it," he declared. "He came up with it on his own. I swear I call you Bella."

"Fine you could call me Green, if I could call you Curly."

Emmett looked confused.

Jacob laughed, "It's from the three stooges."

"So you're the one who got him to start calling us that," Emmett concluded.

I began giggling. I started the car and pulled out into the street. "Hey or I could call you Emmett."

Jacob went silent. I glanced into my rearview mirror.

Emmett looked at Jacob then at me. "How did you know my real name?"

I could feel my complexion begin to pale. I stuttered for the right answer. "I . . . looked it up one day. You know . . . since I'm an honor student, I could get access to . . . other student's files . . . when I volunteer."

"They really shouldn't let students do that," Jacob said pretending to be innocent.

"I won't do it again," I apologized quickly.

"You can't tell anyone," Emmett uttered. "It doesn't leave this car."

I nodded. I continued driving into the city in complete silence.

*0*

I searched for an appropriate parking place in the dangerous neighborhood that was the home of Club Dread. When I found one, we walked incredibly close to one another, my arm around Jacob's. We made it to the club and Jacob greeted his friend at the door.

"Hey Seth."

"What's up Volcano? Haven't seen you here in a bit," Seth declared.

"Yeah, my bike was totaled, but I have a feeling the repairs will soon be underway."

"Yup," Emmett agreed.

I knew what he meant. Felix won't stall paying Jacob back anymore. He knew Jacob wasn't a force to be reckoned with. I could see it in the faces of Tyler and Lee —the two boys that brought Felix to the nurse's office that day. The boys now fled like roaches scattering in the fresh light as soon as Jacob or the stooges were in view. The whole situation didn't sit well and I knew I needed to speak to Jacob about it as soon as I got the chance.

"Seth, you remember Bella?"

"Sure, sure. It's not often we have new faces."

"What am I, chopped liver?" Emmett spoke up.

"Hey Muscles. You guys want me to watch your coats? The coat check guy really does check your coats—for cash and other valuables. But you didn't hear it from me," Seth explained.

He took our coats and we headed into the club. The band was even better than last time. They played a few songs they had recently written and the crowd went wild. My dad called once during the concert and I answered on the first ring. I couldn't hear him so I told him I'll call back in a second. I walked to the outer hall where it was quieter. He was upset. I forgot to call him as soon as I got here, but at least he was happy I didn't lie about answering the phone. We said our goodbyes and I went back to Savage Gord.

When the concert was over my ears were ringing. We had closer spots this time and I had removed my earplugs a few times to hear what Jacob was saying. The three of us walked out with our coats across the street to a bench where some kids from our high school inhabited. A few caught a glimpse of our approach.

"Beat it!" Jacob yelled. They all jumped from their seat and parted in two directions and headed back to the club.

Emmett was laughing and bumped knuckles with Jacob. "I never get tired of that."

Jacob wore a slight smirk and gestured for me to have a seat.

"I'll make myself scarce," Emmett said.

"Yeah, see you in a few," Jacob replied.

Emmett started off down the block. I worried a little about him. This wasn't the best place to be wandering aimlessly, but in all fairness Emmett's overall appearance was intimidating. I still wasn't completely used to him.

Jacob sat beside me. "So you enjoyed the concert?"

"It was great. The band's gotten better."

"Yeah. I heard Volturi Records wants to sign them," he informed me.

"Wow," I said impressed. "They are a great record label."

He sighed. "If they sign on it will raise their ticket prices. We won't be able to see them in person anymore. I kinda liked them semi-unknown. Soon the world will know them and . . ." There was sadness in his eyes that suddenly vanished. "Never mind." He gave a smirk. "I'm wasting my alone time."

His eyes moved down to my lips and I knew what he wanted. His hand came up to my chin and his thumb softly brushed against my bottom lip. I leaned forward in response. I wanted the kiss, all of them. Now that he was officially mine for the taking. The moment our lips touched I knew I was right where I wanted to be, on a bench in full view to everyone. Jacob was mine. But then I remembered how the kids fled the bench, fearful of his approach. I moved my face down to break the kiss.

"What's the matter?" he questioned.

"Jacob, do you want me?"

His fingers lightly touched my cheek. "You know I do."

"How much do you want me?"

"Is this a trick question?" His face came down to kiss my neck.

"Then stop," I said abruptly.

He pulled away. "Excuse me?"

"Stop being a bully."

"I'm not a bully," he denied.

"People are scared of you. I was scared of you."

He snickered. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh come on. You think I don't see how everyone flees from you. They are terrified if they get too close, you would kill them."

He lowered his eyes. "I can't," he whispered.

"You can't?"

"I have a reputation," he spoke up.

"Who cares about a reputation?'

"Everyone! You know how I became friends with the stooges?"

I shook my head.

"They came up to me. They said they heard all the awesome things I did at my other schools and made me their leader. Just like that!"

"You're kidding," I stated in disbelief.

"No. People like me this way."

"Like you?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, even you. You would never have noticed me if I wasn't a bad ass."

"What?"

"I treated you like shit at first and you threw yourself at me."

"Threw myself?" I huffed. "Is that what you think?"

He hesitated, but then nodded. He had me all wrong.

"Even if that were the case, which it isn't, why were you nice to me afterwards?"

"Because . . ." he sighed. "It wouldn't be right to treat you that way."

"You see my point?" I indicated. "I'm sitting here because you're nice to me, because I have fun with you, and because I like messing with your mom's head."

He gave a short laugh. "But then why did you like me at first? I want the real reason."

"I told you. I knew you in junior high. I did something wrong and I wanted to make it up to you," I vaguely explained.

"I was a bad ass in junior high too."

"Yes, but you didn't deserve what I did. You didn't do anything wrong to me. I only did it because I was scared of my friends and I felt really horrible."

I thought he was going to question what it was I did, but he asked something else. "So if I were some nerd now, you would still be all over me?"

I giggled. "I don't know, but we would have definitely had a first date and shared a kiss."

"You would have kissed an ugly dork?" he smirked.

"You're a really good kisser," I affirmed.

He paused before saying, "And you knew that?"

Oh crap! I felt the heat rise to my face. He was going to figure it out.

"You see! Reputations. I can't get away from them."

I was surprised and a bit relieved. "But—"

He interrupted, "I think I've proven my point."

I was about to say something else when I noticed Emmett running toward us.

"Volcano there's a girl from our school being attacked in the alley. We have to help her." He looked at me. "You need to go back into the club."

Jacob grabbed my arm and pulled me to the club quickly. "Call the police. Ask for the 26th Precinct. Get a hold of Special Unit Detective Billy Black. Tell him where we are and a possible rape. Hurry," Jacob commanded.

Billy Black was Jacob's dad's name. They took Seth and another guy with them to the alley. I called the police and gave over the information Jacob told me. They were there within minutes along with an ambulance. I walked outside and saw Jacob and his makeshift posse dragging a bloody man by his arms across the ground to the nearest police car. Emmett was carrying the girl in his arms. She was holding him tightly as if he were a life preserver in the midst of a deep ocean. She looked pretty banged up and her long blonde hair was a knotted mess, but she looked familiar about her battered face. I came closer.

My face lost all its color and I nearly screamed. It was Rosalie. I ran over to her.

"Rose. Rose, are you okay?"

"She's in a bit of shock," Emmett told me. "We stopped it in time. Some of her clothes are badly torn." He knelt down to the ground and the EMTs tried to get her to release him.

"Rose?" I took one of her hands and she turned to me. Her face was blank and heavily bruised.

"Bella?"

I nodded. "It's okay Rose. You're safe now."

She leaned over and pulled me into a hug. "He was so nice at first, we were trying to find you, but he got mean. I couldn't fight him. I was so scared Bella," she sobbed.

"I know," tears streamed down my face. "But you're safe. You need to let the EMT take care of you."

She looked over to the medical man beside me and nodded. She got up with Emmett's help and went over to the ambulance.

I walked over to Jacob who was speaking to the detective that greatly resembled him. His black hair was cropped short.

"I hope you 'erupted' the shit out of him," I uttered to Jacob.

Jacob gave a minor smile. "So now it's okay?" He turned to the detective. "Dad this is my girlfriend Bella. Bella this is my dad, Detective Black."

"Is this the girl your mother—"

"Yes," he interrupted in a drone voice.

"You seemed to recognize the victim," he questioned me.

"Yes, she's one of my best friends, Rosalie Hale. She's sixteen."

"She's really lucky my son and his friends were around. Though, they are really lucky he didn't have a weapon." He glared at his son. "You guys could have really been hurt."

"I know Dad, but like I said we had to do something," Jacob defended.

"Well at least the scumbag is off the streets now. We've been looking for this guy for a while. Royce King has been evading cops for years. His victims—young to late teenage girls, were usually reluctant to come forward. He pretends he's just eighteen when in actuality he's really in his thirties. The girls were mostly too embarrassed."

I gave a look to Jacob. Now I knew why he was so upset about the age difference between waiter boy and I in the summer. His father deals with sex offenders every day. To me it was two years, but to Jacob it was an adult taking advantage of a minor.

"I don't understand. She was supposed to be on a date with Robert Darwin. It doesn't make sense that she would go off with some stranger," I mumbled.

"He's very good at the hunt," Detective Black explained. "You don't need to worry about it. This bastard is going to jail for a long time."

I glanced over at the ambulance putting Rose into the truck. "Jacob do you mind taking my car to your house. I want to go with Rose to the hospital. I don't think she's going to want to be alone."

"No problem." I handed my keys over to him.

"And Jacob?" I mumbled.

"Yeah."

"Thanks for being Volcano."

His eyes became hard. "Believe me, this one time—it was my pleasure."

I walked off to get into the back of the ambulance with Rosalie. As soon as I sat down I pulled out my phone to call her parents and mine. I knew this was exactly what my dad meant when he said to call him — I just hope this doesn't end up on the news. "Serial Rapist taken down by teenage boys" — yeah, I would totally want to tune in for that.

*0*

We made it to the hospital where her parents waited. They were frazzled and confused. I hadn't been able to fill them in on what exactly happened, because I didn't know myself. Rose stayed in shocked muteness throughout the ride just holding my hand. She was admitted into the hospital for tests and observation. Though I was there for support, I felt obsolete when I was told to keep out. Her mom basically filled in during those times. I had a chance to wash my face. I went to the bathroom and got the scare of my life. My face was awfully messed up, smudged and mascara tear streaked. I couldn't believe I had walked around like that. After two hours of waiting around, I was finally allowed entry into Rose's room.

"How are you feeling, Rose?" I asked.

"Like a piece of meat. As if being attacked wasn't bad enough, being poked a prodded for the tests was torture. I haven't any broken bones, but enough cuts and bruises to last me a lifetime. The worst one is on my left cheek. The bastard punched me."

"What happened to Robert?" I asked her.

"He wasn't feeling well. He thought it might've been the food and I told him he could go. I knew you were at the concert. I figured I would call or at least text you, but when I went to get my coat, my phone was missing."

"The coat check guy," I murmured.

"I didn't know what to do, so I started looking for you and that's when Royce," she said with revulsion, "approached me. He asked if I was looking for someone and offered to help. I thought he was trying to be nice, he even gave me his phone to call you, but there wasn't any reception inside. He suggested we go outside to try again and wait for you since the concert was almost over. He recommended we would be able to spot you better as people exited the club. Once we were outdoors, he pulled me to the alley. I was so afraid I couldn't even scream." Tears started pouring down her face. "I was so dumb, Bella."

"No Rose. You know it wasn't your fault. Not. Your. Fault. Always remember that. He was scum and good at it. Volcano's dad told me they had been looking for him for a while. He had done this to many girls, but now he won't ever do it again." I gave her a long hug. I was so glad nothing worse happened.

I heard someone enter the room. I figured it was her mom or dad, but it was Jacob. He kept quiet until I noticed him.

"Jacob, what are you doing here?"

"I thought about it and it occurred to me, if I have your car how are you going to get home. I guessed you might need a lift." He looked over at Rose. "How are you doing?"

"Better. Thank you for helping me. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you. Be sure to thank the others for me."

"I certainly will." He moved his dark eyes in my direction. "I'll be outside whenever you're ready to go."

I glanced at my watch. "Rosalie it is kind of late and my dad was freaked when I told him what happened. My dad made a joke about not ending up on the news and it turned out he was almost clairvoyant, because this whole situation has potential for media attention."

"Oh, sure. Visit tomorrow?"

"I'll bring the gang."

AN: So now you know what Jacob's dad does for a living. And if anyone was wondering why Jake claimed he was away, it was because he was undercover trying to catch a sex offender in the act. He was successful.

Did any of you guess this would happen? I know LightningFuryStrike13 came close. I hope you likey.

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