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"Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take
I'll be watching you
Every single day
Every word you say
Every game you play
Every night you stay
I'll be watching you"
Every Step You Take by Police
I walked calmly out the front entrance and toward one of the Cadillac's in the front drive.
As I walked toward the closest car, Seth, one of the Suits that actually talks to me, got out of the car.
"Get me the fuck away from here, Seth." I said simply, opening the door and sliding in.
"I can't do that, Bella. Your dad says your grounded and that we're not allowed to take you anywhere without his permission." He said with pity in his eyes. He knows how much I hate living here.
"Seth, get in the car." I rolled my eyes and closed the Cadillac door behind me. Where were the fuckers who usually do that shit for me?
He seemed hesitant as he slowly walked around the front of the car and reached the driver side. He eventually opened the door, his eyes shooting around everywhere.
"Stop being a pussy." I giggled. He looked a bit shocked at my words, but they did there trick as he slid into the seat behind the wheel and closed the door behind him.
He took a deep breath, "If I get in trouble for this, or worse, fired, then I am saying you held a gun to my head, capiche?" He chuckled. I laughed and punched his arm lightly.
"Hey, no punching the driver! Especially when this driver is breaking the rules like a badass for you." He commented as he started the car and drove off. "Where are we going?" He asked.
"Skull Studios." I replied. His eyebrows rose considerably high on his head.
"The tattoo place we picked you up at last night?" He asked, confusion lacing his voice.
"Yup." I answered simply, not feeling like explaining to him why I want to go there.
We spent the next few minutes driving in semi-comfortable silence until a fucking fabulous idea came to my head.
"Hey, can I use your laptop thingy?" I asked Seth, pointing to the computer sitting next to him in the passenger seat.
All Secret Service agents had a special little laptop, almost like a police officers, that you can use to access a person's information. Only this laptop gave you any and all details you want to know.
I grabbed his laptop, not really waiting for an answer, and typed in 'Skull Studios employees' since I didn't know Edward's last name. When the search came up I realized there were several Skull Studios around the world so I typed in 'Washington D.C.' to limit my answers. One came up.
Owner: Demetri Banx, 34
Employees:
Maxwell Sargent, 20, clerk
Tanya Sofia Denali, 18, clerk
Marcus Giorgio Rossi, 28, artist
Edward Anthony Cullen, 21, artist
Donna 'Bree Elaina Harper, 22, artist
The last one I read stuck out to me. It was oddly beautiful.
I clicked on 'Edward Anthony Cullen', figuring this must be my man.
What an old-man name! I snorted and Seth kind of looked at me like I was crazy. Maybe I was, after all, I was about to do an extensive background check on a total stranger.
Edward Anthony Cullen
Age: 21
Address: 7492 Willow Greene Dr., apt. 118
Parents: Esmerelda Anne Cullen (44), Carlisle Anthony Cullen (46)
Siblings: Kaetlynne Adele Cullen (16)
Criminal Records: Car Theft, Indecent Exposure, Vandalism…
Job Position: Tattoo Artist, Skull Studios
Education: Grieber Elementary, Hudson Junior High, Fore Fathers High School
"We're here, Bells." Seth called, snapping me out of my research.
I closed the laptop and hopped out of the car, Seth following closely behind. I walked in and heard the chime of the bell above the door. Tanya looked up at me from the magazine she was reading behind the desk, her eyes growing in size as she realized who it was.
"Wha -" She began, but I cut her off.
"Is Edward here?" I asked, walking up to the front counter, admiring the different displays they had. This really was a quite talented shop.
"Umm… He's with a client. Why?" She asked defensively. Her eyes were looking back and forth between my own, searching for an answer.
I could feel Seth standing closely behind me, ever the amazing body guard.
"Where?" I asked, using what I hoped was an authoritative voice. She pointed to a deep blue curtain on the other side of the room behind some couches and coffee tables littered with magazines covered in models wearing barely-there bikinis.
I walked over to the curtain and pushed the soft velvety material to the side. The other side of the curtain was an entirely different room. The walls and colors were the same, but there were a few different stations with tattoo chairs for the clients and little stools with wheels for the artist. A huge elegant, gold framed mirror stood in the far back corner of the room, standing out against the dark walls.
I spotted him sitting in a station with a blonde guy; he was doing some work on his arm and seemed to be very concentrated. I could see his pink tongue sticking out the tiniest bit from the corner of his mouth, and his brows were a bit furrowed from the concentration.
Swoon…
I walked towards him; my little pumps clacking on the hard floor alerted him to my presence.
His head rose to see who had come back here, and when he saw that it was me, he just sat there staring at me with no expression on his gorgeous face.
I decided to take initiative and pulled a stool next to his and sat down, crossing my legs.
"Hey." I said softly, smiling softly.
He still stared out me, only this time his mouth was hanging open a bit.
"Wha…." He finally got out, but that's all he got out before he just sat there staring at me some more.
"What you doin'?" I sang playfully, a small smile gracing my lips and I rocked back and forth on my hands a bit. My playful question seemed to snap him out of whatever weird trance it was that he was in.
"Nothing much, just using this needle to inject ink into Mike's arm." He said casually, throwing me a quick smile before turning back toward "Mike's" arm.
I was a bit disappointed that he turned away from me, but I guess he did have a job to do.
The next few minutes must have awkward for everyone except me. I was simply staring at Edward's profile as he did a barbed wire around this nube's arm. Seth was standing rigid as ever next to the curtain/entrance and I could see said nube staring at me out of the corner of my eye.
"What are you doing here, Bella?" Edward asked after a few more minutes of awkward silence. Boy, I should have planned something out before I just waltzed in here.
"I came to see you, silly." I answered honestly. As he peeked at me from the corner of his eye, I caught sight of his biceps that looked delicious under the tight black hoodie he was wearing.
I bit my lip to keep myself from moaning. How could one man be so handsome?
He looked at me biting my lip for a second before he cleared his throat and began to speak:
"Bella, I've got work to do. I'm sorry but I can't really talk right now. "He explained, turning back to his work. "Besides," he continued, "I thought you would hate me for throwing you to the dogs last night."
I scoffed, "I could never hate you." I said, then immediately regretted it. This guy must think I'm a total creep! Where the hell is my brain-to-mouth filter?
I wanted to throw up when I saw how uncomfortable he looked, but then I figured: "Eh, what the hell! I could have some fun with an awkward Eddie."
"Oh." He said, focusing intently on his artwork. I could still see Mr. Douche staring at me so I looked at him.
"What?" I asked angrily.
Edward and his customer looked shocked.
"Bella." Edward said admonishingly.
"What? He was staring." I explained with a shrug.
Edward snorted what seemed to be an annoyed laugh, and then pinched the bridge of his nose with his gloved fingers.
"Bella, I think you should go." He said softly, looking at me with his sparkly emerald eyes. I just stared, and stared, and stared until eventually I realized that he was calling my name.
"Bella!" Edward exclaimed.
"Hm?" I asked in a daze.
"It's just that I don't think that you getting angry at my customers is good for business. Besides, you're too young to be here." He said, turning back towards his tattoo.
"You don't think I'm pretty, Edward?" I asked innocently, purposely trying to make him uncomfortable.
His eyes widened and his mouth hung open a bit.
"N-no, I never s-said that. I-I'm just saying th-that you um… you need to leave." He stuttered. He then got up, gently grabbed my arm and rose me to my feet.
"Ooh, touchy, touchy." I giggled, wiggling my hips a bit. I could have sworn I saw the corners of his mouth turn up a little before he shook his head and led me to the curtain, and then proceeded to push me through it.
"Please, Miss Swan." He gestured toward the front entrance. I looked at it, then back at him with big innocent eyes.
"You sure like to shove me places, don't you?" I asked with a smirk.
He rolled his eyes and went back through the curtain. I stared at his ass the whole time.
I easily managed to get back to the house and back in my room without my dad or Sue seeing me. He's always busy with this, or away for that. The only chance of getting caught now was if Sue was annoying enough to make him check the security tapes or one of the Suits rat me out.
I would cut a bitch.
I was currently lounging on one of the couches in my room when I realized I hadn't talked to my mom in the longest.
My mother, Renee Durelli, originally ran away with her secretary and somewhere along the way she fell in love with a major league baseball player and became Renee Dwyer. Phil, her new husband, is really nice and has treated me like a princess since he first met me five years ago.
I grabbed my phone and called her.
"Hey, baby cakes!" She greeted me with excitement lacing her tone.
"Hey, Mamacita!" I giggled.
"So, what's new, my beautiful and darling daughter? Ooh, I saw you last month at your father's benefit, you looked stunning! And who was that hunk on your arm, you lucky bitch? Ohmygah, are you being safe?" She asked one question after the other, never stopping once. Not even to breathe!
"Mom," I cut her off, "First of all, breathe." I did a couple of deep breaths with her, and then began again. "Second of all, Ma, did you call me a bitch?" I asked and then we both cracked up laughing.
"Oh, sweetie, I've missed you!" She squealed, "You have to come down to visit Phil and I. He misses you too, you know." She told me.
"I know, Mom, and I miss you guys too. You just have to get Dad to let me. He grounded me." I explained.
"He grounded my baby girl? Why in Heaven's name would he do that?" She asked and I giggled at her overdramatic personality.
"Because I tried to run away." I trust my mom completely, and I know she understands where I'm coming form. Hell, even she ran away!
"Bella…" She admonished. "Well, I'll just have to get a word in with your father - if his little secretary will even let me! I'll just let him know that all you need is some time with your mother." She said confidently.
"Okay, Mom."
After me and my mother talked some more and said our goodbyes, I headed to my closet to change into some pajamas. I hadn't realized how long I had been on the phone with her.
As I stripped down I stepped in front of a full length mirror I had framed in my closet.
My tits are so small, I thought. I brought a hand up and cupped one, and then the other. I then pushed them together to make them look bigger.
I was currently a small B cup, but I was so tiny that I don't think my boobs could ever get any naturally larger! I giggled at my silliness and thought about Edward.
I bet he likes big boobs. That's why he kicked me out of his shop; because I have small tits!
Shut up, I told myself.
Just think about it, Edward would fall in fucking love with you if you had a nice rack.
Nuh uhh! Wait… I thought I had a nice rack!
Not nicer than what he's probably seen. You're only sixteen, Stupid. To him, you have baby tits!
Oh, no, I thought to myself, that would simply not do.
I quickly grabbed my phone and called my mom again.
"Hello?" She answered.
"Mom, I need your help…"
Holy tits, batman!
I hope you enjoyed the adventures of Bella in this chapter! It wasn't much but the next chapter will have so much more!
PLUS! More humor to come, this one didn't have much...
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