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15 YEAR'S INTO THEIR LIVES

Bella P.O.V

I've always dreamed of this; a boyfriend who cares for you, fantastic (girl) friends, and popularity! And now I have it all! I wanted a boyfriend, who wanted to just be with me, and at the same time wanted to make the hell out. I wanted girly friends, who wanted to make sleepovers, go out and see movies, and shop. And I wanted the popularity, where everybody, and I do mean everybody wanted to be your friend, wanted to talk with you, wanted to have a little glimpse of me. It was perfect! And I loved every second of it.

"Miss. Swan?" I heard Mr. Brown ask, just as Peter and I walked out of the door. The bell had rang, so what was his problem?

"I'll be in the cafeteria." Peter told me, and kissed me softly on the forehead, before disappearing out into the crowd. I sighed before turning on my heels, and walked back into the classroom with heavy steps.

"What's up?" I asked as I sat down on one of the front tables.

"I just.. Wanted to speak to you, about your grades." he said. Oh shit. My mother had wanted me about that, we had.. Or well, she had made me a deal that if I didn't let "that thing with Peter" effect my grades, she wouldn't bother me about him. But now, if my grades had turned into a complete mess, I wouldn't be able to be with Peter anymore. He would probably find somebody else, and I would be completely shut out by his friend's girlfriends. And then I would be known as "the one who wasn't smart enough." Oh shit, shit, shit!

"What with them?" I tried to play it out cool, Peter had told me that I could foul anybody. He raised an eyebrow, as if he didn't believe me. Shit, Peter had so picked the wrong moment to try and flirt with me!

"Nothing," I sighed in relieve. "Yet." I knew it was too good to be try. "You might want to focus on school a bit more, Bella." he said using my first name. "You shouldn't let Mr. Whitlock distract you," he seemed to want to say more, but I interrupted him.

"Peter isn't distracting, me Mr. Brown."

"Well, if you think so-" I interrupted him again.

"I know so."

"Well, then.. Let me not disturb your lunch hour." he said, I was quickly up on my feet again, and out the door.

"Bye Mr. Brown!" I loudly said over my shoulder.

"Bye, Miss. Swan." I barely heard him, and I'm sure if there were more people in the hallway I wouldn't have heard. But since there were such a small amount of people put here, I could.

I decided to head for the girl's room, before going or the cafeteria, which was pretty easy because it was just beside the cafeteria.

I was right at the door when I heard her voice, Sam;"Have you heard about Peter's family?" I stopped death in my tracks, held the door slightly open as I carefully listened.

"No, what about it?" I heard Amanda ask.

"I heard from Tom that he have this, like.. Crazy cousin, Jasper is his name. He's like all buff, and haves a dangerous past and stuff.. Like prison," Sam said proudly.

"Jasper?" Amanda tried the taste of his name in her mouth.

"Mhmm.. And Jasper, is like dating this girl, who's like literally crazy. Like.. She thinks she's psychic or something!" Sam told. "Oh, but you haven't even heard about Jasper's sister, Rosalie!" Why did that name ring a bell? "She's all evil, and a total bitch!" I had heard Sam talk like this before, just not at this rate. This was unknown land for me. And I had a feeling I had to stop it, I mean. It's Peter's family, sure they could be crazy but.. It's Peter's family for God's sake! I sucked in a deep breath and walked in just as Amanda said:" Really? She's sounds like a complete-.." And then she saw me.

"Hello Amanda, Sam." I greeted trying to sound as convincing as possible.

"Bella!" Sam fadedly greeted me back. I pulled out my clutch, found my lip-gloss, took it carefully on, all while holding eye contact with Sam through the mirror. Then hurriedly walked out, I heard Amanda behind me; "You think she heard?" But I kept walking, I didn't want to get caught this time. The cafeteria was one huge mess, people was all in a big ring in the middle of it all, surrounding something.. Or someone. I hurried to them, pressing myself through to the middle.

There stood they, or rather law. Peter and Tom was messing around on the floor, hitting each others, and yelling on the top of their lungs. What was going on?

I ran in to them, and tried to break them from each others. It seemed Peter was more aggressive on Tom, than the other way around. I finally, with some help from Zach and Chris, got them off each others.

Peter had blood running from his right eye brow, and a black mark on his chin, while Tom had blood falling from his mouth, and a blue eye. I dragged Peter away, and out of the cafeteria. He leaned against a locker, breathing heavily.

"What was going on in there?" I asked angrily, punching him slightly on the shoulder. He fell onto the floor slowly, and sighed. Totally ignoring me.

"Hey! Peter! What was going on?" I asked and went down in my knees to look him right in the eyes. He grunted of me. What was it with him? The last time I saw him he was loving and caring, kissing me on on the forehead.. And now he was all aggressive.

"What is going on?" I asked again. I heard him mumble something.

"What?" I asked him, less angry this time.

"Tom was gossiping about my family." he spit the word gossiping out. Literally, there now law spit in the hall way.

"Was he lying?" I asked. He slowly looked up at me.

"You don't sound surprised." he stated.

"I heard Sam, in the bathroom." I said slowly watching his reaction, his eyes became sharp. And for a moment, I was really scared of Peter Whitlock.. I was actually scared of my boyfriend.

"Do you believe in it?" he asked me.

"I don't know what I believe." I stated. I really didn't. I honestly didn't know what I was believing now a days. I didn't know if I was still friends with Sam and Amanda, and about Peter's family.. What I heard could be true.. And it could surely also be false.

I heard Peter sigh, he suddenly stood up on his legs. I had to get him somewhere to help him with his wounds.

"Come on, I'll drive you home." I said and took his hand.

..-**-..

I rushed into the kitchen as soon as he sat down on the couch. I knew his kitchen better than his mother, I used to make some food to them before I left everyday. His mother used to pay for take home food.

I quickly found a cloth and a bowl for water. I filled the bowl with hot water and then walked into the living room again. I sighed as soon as I saw him, he was desperately looking me in the eyes, looking so lost and scared.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. I knew he was in there some where, I smiled to myself and plopped down on the couch at his side.

"It's okay." I said and wet the cloth, then turned to him with it. He was giving me a small trying smile, I smiled back and went to clean the blood off his temple. He kept starring at my face, distracting me from his wound. I washed the cloth again, coloring the water slightly red. Then turned to him this time completely concentration on his wound. It wasn't that big, but it looked like it might get inflamed, so I went to try and clean the wound it self.

"Auch!" Peter winced away from me.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, and grabbed his chin carefully. Turning his head to me again, his eyes was pinched together, this time ready for the pain. I carefully dubbed his wound, this time he didn't wince, he just bite down on his lip.

"I'm sorry," I repeated and pressed a little harder, this time his head turned away from me. I knew it was pure reflex but it still hurt that he winced away from me.

"I'm so sorry, Peter." I said and carefully did the last dub.

"Please, stay still." I said to him and rushed out to get a patch for his eyebrow. I were quickly back with the yellow patch, then went to stand in front of him. He still sat in the same position from when I went out.

"Here you go," I whispered as soon as the patch was on covering the wound.

"Thank you," he whispered and hugged my legs to him, and buried his head in my stomach.

"You're welcome." I said and kissed the top of his head, he held me like that in a couple of minutes. I just let him think of what he seemed to need to think of, I just used the time to play with his hair. He finally looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes. Full of lust. I slowly went down to sit in his lab, all while holding eye contact. He leaned his forehead against mine, and then slowly, very slowly he pressed his lips against mine. Then one, two, three times and then full on power. His lips were hard against mine as he pressed against mine heavily. I felt a different balance feeling around my head, and first then I noticed that he had moved us, so I was laying on my back against the couch, with him on top of me.

"Jake! Put me down!" I yelled as he suddenly started to run. I couldn't see where he was heading, but then I suddenly landed on something soft. I quickly realized it was the couch in the TV-room. Before I saw him doing so, Jacob started to tickle.

"Not-..." I gasped, laughing uncontrollably. "Fair!" I laughed.

"What are you saying, Bells?" He asked and tickled me some more.

"Not-... Not fa-" I gasped for air.

"I can't hear you!" He yelled and tickled me even harder, making it almost hurt in my sides.

"Not fair!" I gasped out. Then closed my eyes hard, laughing in almost pain. I writhed beneath him as he continued to tickle me. His knees were on each side of me, his hands everywhere, his smiling face was the only thing I could possible see.

"Laurent and Emmett is here." I heard a hard voice. Jacob gasped and turned his head to look at whoever it was.

"Oh, yeah right." He said and jumped off of me. I turned my head to see the intruder, which was; Edward. He was glaring at Jacob with furious green eyes.

I stiffened beneath him, those green eyes wouldn't get out of my head, it was everything I saw, it was like a wall building between Peter and I. Shit, shit, shit! Why was I thinking of Edward now? Now of all moment? Seriously.

I pressed autopilot in my head, and kept kissing Peter, ignoring the green eyes that seemed to stay forever. Going well, going well..

"Peter!" I heard somebody yell, sounding awfully much like Peter's mother, Lilian Whitlock. Peter quickly broke the kiss to look up over me, I managed to see the blush creeping on Peter's cheeks, just before I hid my face with my hands. Not cool!

"Hey Mom," I heard Peter say slowly, and completely out of breath, just as I was.

"Can we talk in the kitchen?" I heard her demand more than asked.

"Sure," he said, still out of breath. I heard the heels clicking when she walked out in the kitchen. I slowly took my hands away from my face, looking right into Peter's blue eyes. He had a huge smile playing on his mouth, I could almost hear the laugher he was trying to keep in.

"Not funny!" I hissed at him.

"So funny!" he laughed quietly.

"Peter!" I said and slapped him on his shoulder, trying to hold in the giggles myself. He always made me laugh. His face turned red, and then hide his face between my neck and shoulder. I could feel the laugher in him, through my whole body.

"I'll better go." I whispered in his ear as soon as he quiet down.

"Okay." he sighed, and lifted his face to look at me. "I'll see you in school tomorrow, if I live after this that is." he laughed and jumped up, then gave me his hand to help me of the couch.

"See you." I whispered, tipped up on my toes and gave him a quick kiss on the mouth.

"See you." he repeated my words and disappeared into the kitchen.

..-**-..

"How went school?" my mother asked at the dinner table. It was a huge table when you thought about the amount of people sitting at it. My mother, Phil and I. We each had three meters between each others.

"Fine," I mumbled and looked down.

"Just fine?" she asked, I peeked up at her, she was smiling a small secret smile.

"Yeah." I kept at the one word answers.

"How was training, Phil?" and just like that she let it go. I mean, it wasn't like I was easy to talk to at the moment. But wasn't that was she was here for, trying to open up to me? Or something? Wasn't she supposed to drive me mad with questions, and then I would leave angry and slamming the door? I guess that's only what happens in the movies then.. Because it didn't seem as if Renee was planing to make any form of communication with me at the moment. I quickly finished the pasta my mother had made, also the only thing she could make without it burning the house down. And hurried up to my room, I don't even think my mother saw me leaving.

I let my body fall down on my huge bed, minutes later I was still bouncing on the water bed. It was extremely expensive, and the madras was filled with water, disturbing me every time I moved on it. I let my eyes shut, I tried to relax as much as possible.

I'd never know Peter could be this.. Violent. I mean he'd never hurt me.. Right?

I couldn't believe my own thoughts, I mean.. This was Peter after all. Peter that would never hurt anybody, never think of hurting me neither physical or mentally. Why was I having these thoughts? What was the starter for these disturbing thoughts? .. Maybe it was that conversation I had heard in the girls bathroom.

Jasper is his name.

Like prison.

Crazy cousin. Buff.

Dangerous past and stuff.

Some things did travel through genes. Not that I'd know, I didn't know anybody from my family, either than my mother, and a weak memory of my father, I had nothing. No grandmother, grandfather, cousin.. Not even an aunt! Some people were just born lucky, I wasn't.

I wonder how Edward was doing? He was after all the closest thing I had to a brother.

S/N(Story Note): Edward's P.O.V is up next time!.. I think.. Please write a review with what P.O.V you want to read next time! You can choose between Edward's, Peter's(It'll be boring if you chose this one), or Bella's! :D

A/N: Sorry that I haven't been updating all that much over the past weeks. But I have been quite busy, and I guess you guys also have. I've been busy being sick (also on Christmas eve!), buying the "perfect" presents for my friends, spending time with my mother, oh and my birthday was like Friday! It was SO good, I got all these present, and money.. Books, clothes, shoes, jewelery, movies etc. Oh and I got a new cell! It's a Aino..

Well I'll see you in the next chapter,