AN: OMG, thank you guys for reviewing. So I was thinking my story is getting a bit fluffy. I discovered I either needed a new problem or more sex. Tell me if I made the right decision.

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Chapter 17 A New Look

The next morning I called Jacob to hear what his take was on the Emmett/Rosalie date. He didn't even know they had one. Emmett was tight-lipped too. As far as Jacob knew, Emmett spent a quiet evening at home. Jacob, on the other hand, spent Friday at the police station with his dad. His mom thought he should see what type of people ended up in the slammer. He told me he took notes on different looks he wants me to try out on her. I told him I was happy with temporary changes, but no piercings. That's where I drew a line. He swore and informed me he was planning on coming back to that subject later. We ended the call with plans to pick me up from house after lunch, when it would be easiest to sneak off. I told him I'd wait for him up the block so they wouldn't see the motorcycle. At twelve-thirty everything went according to plan. I hopped on his Harley, slipped the red helmet over my head and we were off.

*0*

We walked around the mall for a while, checking a few shops for odd things. I didn't want to start dragging Jacob clothing shopping since today is a day he should enjoy, but the movies weren't opened yet so we just tried to waste the time.

"You know what I want?" he asked suddenly.

"No, what?"

"A banana split."

"Ice cream? It's still winter."

"So. Where does it say you can't have ice cream in the winter?"

We walked up to the ice cream shop and he made his order.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"Nothing."

"Nothing at all?

"I don't need the pounds."

"Okay."

I narrowed my eyes. "You're not going to disagree with me?"

"What for? I can't change how you see yourself. I could say you're skinny, but you'll disagree saying you're fat. At the end of the day, my ice cream will have melted."

"I'm amazed you've thought this through."

"I do have a sister." He scooped a spoonful of ice cream and stuck it into his mouth.

"Who is fourteen and as skinny as a toothpick."

He kissed me on my cheek. "So are you."

My hand went up to my now cold cheek and I smiled.

We walked over to a bench to sit down. He scooped the vanilla chocolate chip and held it to my mouth. I held it shut.

"It's delicious," he said temptingly.

"I'm sure it is, but I don't need the Calories," I commented stubbornly.

He put the ice cream into his mouth then leaned over and placed his cold lips to my mouth. I felt him thrust the scoop into my mouth with his tongue.

"Ew!" I pulled away, grabbing a napkin to wipe my mouth. He laughed hysterically. "Jacob that's disgusting!"

"How else will I get you to have a taste?"

"The world won't stop because I didn't taste your ice cream," I explained.

"I know, but I don't want you to look back on this day and say, 'Man that vanilla chocolate chip strawberry and mint banana split looked good. I wish I had a taste,'" he mocked.

"You know, you're every dieter's worse nightmare."

He laughed once more. "One bite and I'll leave you alone. I want to make up for taking your desserts at lunch."

"You could just stop taking them."

He held out another spoonful. "Please? I feel bad eating by myself."

"Fine," I surrendered. He offered me the vanilla. "No, I want a bit of the mint."

He smiled, licked the spoon clean and handed it and the banana split over. I took a half spoon of mint mixed with banana. He laid a cold kiss on my cheek again.

I returned his ice cream and glanced at his long ponytail. It grew a lot since October. A few strands hung dangerously close to the dessert. I lifted my hand to move them aside, but I didn't let them go. I just twirled them between my fingers. Jacob stuck a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth and held it there while he pulled out his pony. My hands glided through his silk strands.

"Why don't you ever leave it out?" I asked.

"Because I'll look like a girl. I hate that."

"I doubt people will mistake you for a girl." He took several spoonfuls of his cold sweetness while I pondered his statement. "Then why did you grow it?"

"When it was time for me to cut it, my mom badgered me to go. I kept pushing it off, wanting to go when I had a chance. She annoyed me so much that I just let it get long to annoy her."

"But if it bothers you, you should just cut it."

"Then my mom would win," he uttered as if it was so obvious. He took his last spoon of ice cream and tossed the container into the trash can.

"You're continuing to grow your hair simply because your mom wants you to cut it?" I couldn't imagine a more childish thing to do.

"Yup."

I looked at him like he was from Mars. "Do you do other things like that—where you do the opposite?"

He gave me a grin. "Dating you."

"Me? What's wrong with me?" I couldn't believe his mom was so against me.

"Nothing, except every time she saw you your hair was a different color. And all the detention we've been getting."

"Detention? What detention? We stay at school voluntarily for tutoring."

He took my hand and kissed my fingers. "Yeah, but she doesn't know that. She wants me to date some goody-goody, boring straight-A student. She figures she'll rub off on me."

I gave a wicked smile. "So, I'm obviously completely opposite. Not Miss Pretty Perfect with straight A's, right?" I said sarcastically repeating his early assumption of me.

He leaned in and softly kissed my mouth then continued, "She definitely thinks so."

I shook my head. "You know your mom's not stupid. One day she'll figure out you always do the opposite and will tell you to do the opposite of what she wants. Then you will end up doing exactly what she wants."

"You think so?" he questioned putting his hair back into a pony.

"Cut your hair Jacob."

"But—"

"We'll go right now to a salon in the mall," I injected. "We'll get a really cool cut that your mom will hate and therefore you'll love. She won't win. Okay?"

He stood up and offered his hand. "Fine."

As we walked Jacob started monologuing. I just listened.

"My mother thinks she knows everything, but she doesn't. She thinks because someone looks a certain way, dresses a certain way, that they are a certain way. She never bothers to get to know . . . me." He turned to me. "Or you. You are my proof. Proof that even though a person has a different appearance, they are not good for nothing. My mom is blind. She looks at you and thinks because of your bright hair colors that you're a complete delinquent and can't say a complete sentence without the use of slang, but you're not. You're the smartest person I know. And when she bothers to get to know you, she'll see she's wrong. Maybe then she'll see the real me too." His mouth grew into an evil grin. "But until then, I'm gonna have fun pissing her off."

*0*

The stylist sat Jacob in the chair first pulled the pony elastic down about three inches and looked at Jacob.

"How short?" he asked.

Jacob looked at me.

I smiled a little wicked grin. "Buzz it."

The stylist took out his scissor and snipped above the elastic. Once he managed to cut through it, he handed me the pony of long hair. "Souvenir." He then directed Jacob to the sink to wash his hair.

As the stylist brought Jacob back to his chair and donned him a cape he took out the buzzer. He started shaving away all the remnants of his long hair. It dropped to the floor in cascading clumps and I held on to the keepsake the hairstylist was so thoughtful in saving. I directed the man in keeping the top long enough to style in different fashions according to Jacob's mood. Once the hairstylist was well underway, I whispered into Jacob's ear.

"I have some bad news for you."

"What?" he worried.

"I think you're going to look so good that it will be impossible for your mom to hate it."

He gave me an evil grin. "We could always spray it rainbow colors," he laughed.

"Don't move!" the stylist exclaimed. "Or you're liable to end up with uneven hair."

That gave me a good idea. I told it to the hair guy and he nodded.

"What did you tell him?" Jacob questioned.

"You'll see."

The man continued to snip and spray, buzzing in certain places and then adding a load of gel to begin my creative styling idea. He combed and snipped here and there to make it even. Once the man was done, he pulled off Jacob's cape and brushed off the hair snippets stuck to Jacob's neck.

Jacob grinned from ear to ear. "I take it you like it," I uttered.

He grabbed me and kissed me so hard I was practically on the verge of fainting. "My mom is gonna to freak." Jacob was now flaunting a Fohawk. (A fake Mohawk)

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"And if you ever get tired of it, you could always gel it into something else. It isn't overbearing, but still attention-grabbing."

As soon as Jacob and I walked out of the salon he took out his phone.

"I got to tell my cousin about my hair. He's not gonna believe I cut it," he said while texting.

"Your cousin?" I questioned. "Don't you want to tell your friends?"

"They'll see when I go to school on Monday. I want to surprise them."

A few moments later his phone rang.

"Yeah?" he answered. I could hear some loud commotion coming from the cell.

"It's gone. Yup, all of it." He smiled at me and took my hand as we continued to walk around.

"I have Bella with me." I didn't know how he could hear a person speaking with all that loud noise in the background.

"Kay." He shut his cell. "You up for a party? My cousin Jared wants to see it."

"I'm not dressed for a party," I responded looking down at my casual dress of grey v-neck sweater over my ivory turtle neck blouse and black thick leggings.

"Don't worry. It's at the college dorms. Everyone is dressed casual. We might even see people in their underwear," he grinned.

"You're kidding right?" He didn't respond. "Right?" I stopped dead mid-step. He still didn't answer. Shit!

*0*

We pulled into the college parking lot and headed for the dorms. I was all nervous—a college party. I've never been to one. We got stopped by security at the front building. He wanted to see our IDs and asked us why we were there. Jacob just told them we were visiting his cousin Jared Cameron in room 364B. The security guy called up. I thought That's it they are done for, but the sound on the line was quiet.

"Go on up."

We went into the elevator and when we got to level three, the doors opened to an all out hall party.

"Omigosh! Is this what I have to look forward to?" I yelled.

"Yeah. Isn't it awesome?" he laughed.

I had no idea how the guard didn't hear this on the phone. Jacob pulled out his cell again and texted Jared. He got a response back.

"He's in his room," he informed me. We walked off to the right and I held close to Jacob. There were people drinking from blue plastic cups, talking, dancing, there was even a couple making out in a doorway. We got to room 364B and knocked. The door opened to a very quiet room. I saw the same boy from before. Jacob had borrowed his van. He was taller, but built like Jacob and all he wore was a white undershirt tanktop and blue denim shorts.

"Hey, so this is Bella." He looked me up and down. "Nice to meet you." He held out his hand to me. Before I had a chance to take it, he looked at Jacob and freaked out. "Whoa! You got a Mohawk!"

"Fohawk," Jacob corrected then looked at me for assurance. I nodded.

Jared tried to touch Jacob's hair. Jacob dodged away.

"You guys can leave your stuff here. Enjoy the party." He walked out leaving us alone in his room.

"Do they have parties like this all the time?" I asked.

He chortled. "Of course not. They would get kicked out. They just finished finals week so they are celebrating. Just like us." Jacob leaned into and kissed me, pulling my coat off at the same time. He took his coat off too and put them on the couch. "So you ready to go out there?"

"Frankly, I'm a little frightened. So many people in close proximity."

"It's not any worse than the high school parties," he suggested.

"But I usually know most of the people there. I don't know anyone here."

"So you just want to stay here?" Then his eyes lit up. "And make our owe fun?" He had on his smirk.

I knew what that meant. "Are you going to let me touch your hair?"

He pulled me to him. "You could touch whatever you want," he said before tilting his head and going in for a smooch.

He broke the kiss to go lock the door and then headed to the bedroom. I followed him and saw he stood beside a CD player. He chose something from the collection stand and put it into the machine. A soft unfamiliar melody played.

He held out his hand. "Dance," he commented.

I smiled and I took it. We rocked back and forth, our bodies dangerously close.

"Speaking of dance, you know there is a junior prom this year," I uttered into his shoulder.

"Really," Jacob stated seductively as his face dipped into the space between my head and shoulder. The word blew hot air onto my neck affectively turning me into melted butter.

"Ahmm," I moaned. "Are you going to ask me to go?"

He lifted his head to look into my eyes and smirked. His face shifted to the other side of my neck and I felt his lips make contact. My eyes closed and my head fell back. He kissed across my throat to the center and then headed for the tip of my chin. He lingered there. My heart had accelerated to double time, while my breath deepened. My eyes opened wondering what the hold-up was.

Again he looked into my dark browns and spoke. "What would someone where to such an occasion?" he asked as a smile crept on his lips.

"Um." I hesitated trying to refocus for his question. "I guess a tux and a gown."

"Like at a wedding? So you would be getting a gown?"

"Sure, I guess."

"Good. I've already got a tux."

I was confused. Does that mean he just asked me? I was going to ask for clarification when he changed the subject.

"I have yet to find your tickle spots."

"Excuse me?" I queried.

"Ticklish spots—places on your body that make you laugh. I hope to remedy the situation." He dug his right fingers into my side and I crumpled to the ground screaming in laughter. "I guess I found one." He continued to tickle my belly.

"No, stop! Stop! I can't breathe!" I hollered.

"Well in that case I better give you mouth to mouth." He placed his lips down on mine and slowly I felt the rest of his body follow, sliding down next to me on the ground. My hand went up and skimmed the surface of his buzz cut hair. The feel tickled my fingertips. His tongue began roaming my mouth as he deepened the kiss and his hand made an appearance beneath my tops. It traveled upward and settled on lightly grazing over my skin.

My hand grasped a clump of his crown's hair successfully ruining his Fohawk. He moved his mouth to my neck and I moaned his name.

He pulled away and sat up. He quickly pulled off his tan Polo sweater and undershirt revealing his muscular chest.

"Ooo la la. Take it off baby," I called as if he were a male stripper. He swung the undershirt around over his head, playing with the fantasy.

He pulled me up. "Your turn."

I had no idea what to do so I stood up and pulled off my grey sweater and undid my blouse one button at a time to a raunchy tune in my head. I had on my Victoria Secret black bra.

"You like? I'm also wearing the matching thong."

"Oh this I got to see," he said with excitement. He jumped to his feet and pulled down my leggings quickly. His face became all serious. "I've never seen a finer ass." He pulled me to him and I could feel his erection on my back through his denims.

"Oh . . . the poor boy must be suffocating in there," I flirted and turned around. His mouth was on mine as I unbuttoned his pants. I spread open his jeans and they dropped to the floor. We both stepped out of our bottoms with some effort and moved over to the bed. He took a condom out of his wallet from his pocket and dropped his pants once more.

The music continued to set the mood. His condom was rolled on and he lay down on the bed.

"You be on top. I want to get a good feel for your tight ass," he instructed.

"How romantic," I commented sarcastically. I took off my thong and sling-shot it at him. He flinched as I got him in the face and he laughed.

I straddled his waist bending forward to grab a kiss. His arms went around me and unhooked my bra. I caressed his face and his hands cupped both my breasts.

They moved down to my waist and he pushed me backward. "Saddle up."

I lifted my body and slid down slowly onto him. I could feel him inside me and he grasped my butt. Hard. I rhythmically shifted my weight. He aided me along up and down to produce sufficient friction against my clit. I felt the urge to speed up and take control. My hands pulled his off me. I leaned over and the sweat from my body mixed with his. I held his hands down to the mattress. He was stronger and wrapped his arms around my body. One hand ran into my hair holding my head to kiss me.

But suddenly, he rolled me over. "Not yet."

He pulled out and began licking my gravity induced flattened tummy coming up to my breasts. He suckled one nipple while flicking the other. His free hand ran up my leg and settled on my inner thigh. His fingers gently touched me inside, stroking. I couldn't wait anymore. I pulled his hair to put his face to me.

"I need you now," I stated firmly and kissed him with force.

He chuckled a little and mounted me. Our bodies rolled and arched to keep the sensations flowing. My body heated and my breathing turned to heaves.

He jolted first moaning in his ecstasy. "Shit, this is great!" he huffed. He kept the rhythm as I came.

My limbs folded over him keeping him in close contact as I finished. I hoped no one heard us with all the loud music out in the halls.

I released him and he lay back on the bed beside me, his hands holding the used condom. I was completely exhausted and just laid there with my eyes closed enjoying my post-coital euphoria. He disposed of the waste and pulled the blanket over us.

"I need a nap too." He leaned off the bed and retrieved my black thong and his red Hanes. He handed me mine and slipped his undies on.

"Just in case." I understood and did the same.

*0*

We were suddenly woken up from the bright lights by a disgruntled Jared.

"I thought you guys left hours ago."

I pulled the blanket over me to cover up.

"Oh shit," he realized turning his back. "I didn't know you guys were still at it."

I felt my face redden.

"No Jared. We just fell asleep. What time is it?" Jacob hopped out of bed and started putting on his clothes. I swiftly did the same, keeping my eyes on Jared to be sure he wasn't peeking.

"Just eleven."

"Why did you wake us?" Jacob complained.

"It's my bed and I wanted to make use of it. Are you dressed?"

I was up to putting on my Mary Jane shoes. "Yes." He turned around.

"Good, now beat it because Kim's coming and I have to change the sheets."

Jacob and I both went to the bathroom for the mirror, him to fix his hair and me for my makeup. I just completely washed my face with cool water and the makeup remover scrub on the sink. I wasn't going to ask why Jared had that. Jacob placed his fingers under water and ran them through his hair lifting it back into proper place.

"It's perfect," I complimented.

"You're perfect," he smiled at me. "Even with no makeup and your hair in a pony." I blushed again.

We left the dorm room just as Kim entered.

*0*

I wasn't sure if my parents were asleep, so Jacob drove me up to the corner of my block and walked me the rest of the way. Right before we came up to my house he pulled me behind a tree and kissed me. My hand went straight to his now short raven hair, feeling the abrupt cut on my fingertips. He pulled me in deeper and I felt something I didn't expect to feel. His hand was square on my derrière, holding me against him.

"I think I found a new favorite position," he remarked.

I giggled, "Well I need to take this position elsewhere."

He allowed me to keep his pony of hair and then he left back up the block as I walked into my home. I walked quietly into my room, so not to bother my folks and change to my pajamas. Once Jacob got home he called to tell me of his mom's reaction.

"She took one look at me and headed to the other room. She couldn't even speak," he chortled.

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