Hey! Sorry for the wait, and for that I've made this slightly longer than the rest! I've just had exams on top of me and wow... crazy 3 months! And I'm just saying, If you have a really good friend that has a psycho ex girlfriend, be-bloody- ware, they can make your life a living misery quickly enough... But enough of that, I'm summer is around the corner which means between my summer job I will be updating a lot more! I'm starting to go really crazy for this story... not in a bad way, I'm just really enjoying writing it... Again, thanks to everyone that has read this, and alerted, favourited (i know its not a word but it is now, :P ) and reviewed, I love you guys and you give me a push to continue!
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As soon as I walked into the living room, Damon was spread out across the sofa talking in a rush to one of my family members. Once in view, he looked towards the kitchens and smiled; a sparkling of amusement in his eyes. I glared heavily at him. He shook his head with mock innocence across his features. "Bells, you there?" my father's deep and soothing voice came through the speakers. "The back door is open, can you lock it and check the rest of the house, please hon." Without another word having to be said, he left rather happily. I made my way around to the front of the lounge before dumping my body on the couch. There in all his glory shown on the flat screen was my blonde haired, gorgeous blue eyed well built and lean father. The next thing I did was let out another overly annoying squeal that seemed to slip out these past few days. "Fucking hell, I miss you guys too much! Can´t I please come home?" my bangs flapped around my face as I dropped my head.
"I´m sure it´s not that bad, baby." I couldn´t help myself and mustered up the cruelest death glare. "Bell, all I can say and without your mom here is to hold out a month. She´ll see you´ve given it ago and let you come. I think… promise. Have you made any friends?" I scoffed at his words, yet replied. Our time was limited.
"I´m hating you all for this, just to make it clear. If you don´t want me to never talk to y´all again, I suggest letting me come home. And yeah… Angela is really nice, Alice is crazy active and Edward-"
"Why did I just hear a boy´s name?"
"Maybe because he is a boy? Think dad, you haven´t been out of civilization for that long. Don´t worry, he´s just a friend. An exceptionally cute, fit sex-god type of looking friend with a warm heart and great personality."
"Sounds gay-"
"You´ll insult him any way possible just because his a friend that's a guy, dad! So do your daughter a favor and don´t. I like him? I will not justify that question with an answer. He likes me? I really don´t know. Now that´s all the news and truth out in the open. That and there is a teacher I´ll probably end up punching. Oh! There´s this dance this weekend."
My dad´s eyes widened and he smiled genuinely, waiting for me to continue. "But I´ve decided not to go."
"The reason we sent you there was to live a normal American life and you´re not even going to go to the dance?"
"I was happy with the life I had before. I´m not a normal American girl and that life won´t work well with me! Besides, I´m racing." I stated proudly, kicking my feet on the coffee table in front of me and pushing my back further into the sofa, grinning.
"Since when? We said no racing and to lie low, it seems you´re just ignoring us, Bella." I loved my dad, truly I did, but I was still pissed and the sending me away glitch.
"I´m rebelling! You guys aren´t here to tell me what to do! You don´t listen to what I want or what´s best for me! You can´t expect me not to fucking run my cars, I´m on mainland! Race´s are everywhere, I am NOT going to just ignore the urge for adrenaline, and you should know that! Just-just pass me on to uncle Dom, fuck sake. I´ve had enough of the same shitty argument all the time! And if mum is going to say the same, then I´d rather not speak to her either, Brian." I glared the best I could towards the T.V.
He sighed yet knew I was as stubborn as a mule and wouldn´t break down. What he didn´t know was that I was ready for tears; that I was tearing inside for talking to one of my favorite people into the world like that and hurting him. Yet, I was known for being head-strong and I wasn´t going to back down. He soon disappeared, his face heartbroken and my uncle appeared. "Hey Kiddo!" He grinned wildly.
"Hey" I replied, half-heartedly.
"You shouldn´t be so hard on your parents, baby-girl. Or on yourself. I can see you´re tensing up, and stop grounding your jaw. The race is soon, so liven up and take the kill." He smiled and winked, his tattoo´s rippling as he stretched his arms.
"You know, it was great talking, but I want to go. Tell my brilliant aunt that I fucking miss her to death. I love you too, Dommy-bear."
"Hey-wait, what´s up?-"
"Tell my parents that I´m in a shit mood and that I don´t want to hear from them for a while. Them or any of you. It just makes breathing suck even more and I´m get fucking tired of feeling even worse after. So keep safe and whatever. Oh, the F.B.I´s onto me, as well." I hung up and turned the T.V. back into…well a T.V. before making my way up the stairs and into my room. I didn´t move from my bed for the whole night.
Around two in the morning I felt a presence in my room. That weird freaking feeling that somebody was watching me, that somebody was breathing the same air. My body shot up and my head slashed from side to side. Nothing, absolutely fucking nothing. I´d woken up and probably wouldn´t get back to sleep that night just because. "Ugh!" I moaned and hit my head back against the pillow and stayed like that for five solid minutes. Once they passed I gave up and jumped to my feet. After pulling the door as quietly as possible, I found a sleeping Damon outside, resting his body against the wall. He looked so sweet and innocent, so childlike and utterly cute that it hit against my already growing list of people I was hurting. He was worried. How would Grandpa Charlie be? Tossing and turning in his bed, probably. How would my parents be? If my mom wasn´t crying into my dad, she´d be sobbing into her pillow, my dad at her side stroking her hair, trying to soothe her. "You´re coming with me." The dude snored heavily as I placed my arms around his chest, ass in the air, legs straining while I tried to raise him to his feet and drag him. I managed to get him to his feet, resting him against the wall and pushing my body against him to help me balance him when he woke. The shock in his eyes was picture-perfect quality. Barely a millisecond passed before I started collapsing as my legs buckled from the strain. He, being human and all, was rather quick, reaching out to grab my back and pull me back against him and pop out a leg for to stop my legs. "I was… you just looked so uncomfortable. I wanted to put you in my bed…" I bit my lip sheepishly and in the moonlight lit darkness, I could see the edges of his lips turn up. "Can you walk there now? I won´t be able to fall asleep again, but if you want me to stay, I will." His hands pulled me back safely onto my feet and he himself pushed himself off of the wall. "One condition, though. Don´t talk about my tremendous mistake yesterday. I´ll sort it out later." He squeezed my hand and led me back into my room, closing the door behind me.
"It´s a good thing my grandpa trusts you, or you would be dead meat right now" I whispered into his ear and then dragged him under my covers, hugging him to create more warmth. His response was to snuggle down even further and wrap his arms around me comfortably. "Why does this feel so fucking good?" I moaned into his shoulder, molded around his body perfectly, my head resting in the crook of his head.
"Because it´s me maybe." He laughed.
"I don´t mean like that, dipshit. I´ve not felt safe in my bed since I got here, you just make me feel at ease and not terrified to close my eyes." Through the small bare light that passed through my open window, I could just see his raised eyebrows. "I sometimes-most times suffer from nightmares. Nothing I´ve experienced just weird crap that makes no sense, just like I said. Scares the shit out of me and I wake up in a cold sweat. I´ve had them since I can remember, so birth I guess, maybe around two years old. But somebody always slept with me or near me, so I haven´t had a problem or even remembered having them until I came here. And I can´t ask you to stay here every night, now can I?" I sighed and pulled him closer, inhaling his strong scent of musky woods, and what I could only guess as being Lynx. Yeah, it was actually my favorite cologne on a guy, what can I say? It smelled mouth watering to me on the right guys.
"What ya doing?" His chest vibrated against my body as he spoke. If I wasn´t falling for Cullen, he would defiantly be somebody I would easily fall in love with. The only problem was that I could only see eyes a lately for that bloody vampire.
"Hmm? Just smelling you, I like Lynx on a guy, and on you it seems to smell even better…" I yawned.
"You know… I could move in here, if your grandfather let me, of course. There is a spare room big enough and it would be easier for me to look out for you. I´ll just leave my apartment ready for when I need to go to the city or weekends away or something… if you want. I could help around the house, plan race´s with you and still go on the odd mission I´m sent on. It´s-"
"Wait- missions? I thought you weren´t with the F.B.I anymore?" My heart sped up and my eyes widened. Was he just trying to take me in? What the fuck was going on? I tried to pull away, but he wouldn´t let me. The furthest I managed was to turn around and stare at the window. A shadow flickered past at a speed I almost missed, yet I thought nothing of it and tried to pry his arms away.
"Stop, Bells. I´m-Listen! I´m not with the F.B.I. The government? Yes, a small undercover more than secret association. We take down the bad guys the over forces can´t without making a scene or commotion. You could say I´m a hired informant and assassin, but when I say government, I mean so far down it may even be classified as something out side of the government, but that they don´t find illegal. They said us people they want or need gone and we do it. I´m not a bad guy, baby. Besides that group and me have been watching over your family for years, that and after Charlie here. When I´m not here, someone else is, watching. We´re not a big thing, around thirty. It´s like a family and pays brilliantly. That´s why I´m looked over when they found out if a race is being held, the law is slightly different for me and the rest of us. Don´t fucking get angry I didn´t tell you, I just didn´t find any time in the, you know, two-three day´s I´ve known you. I´ve always and always will look after you and protect you, so calm the fuck down, babe." Again, I sighed and reluctantly turned around.
"Well you can teach me to shoot better. I´ve got the basic´s, I just need more practice and a teacher."
"I´m not going to-"
"Pwease, honey-bear?" My eyes weirdly enough could be seen in the almost darkness. It was now his turn to sigh and give in.
"Fine… but you better listen to me. Tomorrow we´ll ask Charlie if I can crash here, then we´ll do my new room up. Then, we´ll talk about the race and any other shit you want to know. That and make dinner, I bought the food you wanted and a bit more from my back pocket."
My eyes started to droop lazily and his arms tightened more as my back fell back. "Night, Dammy…"
"Night, gorgeous." And that was when everything went black.
The week more or less, well flew by. Damon was allowed to move in and he did the next day, Tuesday. He´d taken to snuggling down with me until I dozed off and then creeping back to his room, even though my grandpa knew what was happening. I´d told him just in case he found something he may not have `perceived as being "innocent". I mean, if you found a guy in your granddaughters bed, no matter what they were doing or not doing, you´d freak right? Well, he was fine with it actually, my grandfather at times was too nice for his own good. School was… well shit, but what can you expect? In biology the teacher decided it would be "fun" to land us with a surprise pop-quiz. I was liking that guy everyday a little less. The Cullen´s hadn´t been in either, apart from this weird and unique streak of all day long sunshine (it was still as fucking freezing as always), and Emmett had rung me to say something about going to see another "family" coven further up north and that the bear were better there. He was the expert I guess on that. Edward and I spent a lot of the time texting each other, and when we weren´t texting each other, I was texting Alice and Rose that had decided to use the same phone. Their texts like that could be rather…bamboozling.
As for their absence, I spent all my time with Angela at school, trying my best to avoid Lauren and Jessica´s irritating voice. Outside of school I spent all my time with Damon. In those short five days we had somehow become the best of friends, even though he was still an irritating, flirty bastard at times.
Friday, slowly and most annoyingly lurked forward, so that when I woke up that morning to find Damon had actually drifted off next to me and clouds filled the sky leaving a gloomy desperate glow over…everything. And that small fact sped my heart up and pumped adrenaline into my blood. The Cullen´s would be at school! I snuggled down deeper into his dead yet still restraining arms, relaxing for the time left until my alarm was due to go off. As I stirred, so did my good friend, and his heavy sleep filled voice bounced off of my cheek along with his warm breath. "What ya doin´ awake?" He barely made the words out without a yawn that again flapped another mouth full of his breath onto my face.
"Just woke up… What are you doing here?" I inquired while wrapping my arms around his body and hugging him close.
"Hmmm… guess I fell asleep. I was rather reluctant to leave, being overly comfortable and all. It´s not a problem is it?"
"Not at all, I never said you had to leave in the first place, that was your choice. Besides, you are really comfortable. I´ll just never be able to sleep in my short P.J´s again…" I sighed heavily and pouted playfully while he swung his hand back and flicked on my lamp.
"Now I never said you didn´t have too, baby. That black lace pair is rather nice on you as well, eh…" He flashed me his goofy grin before kissing my forehead. "Tomorrow´s the race, we´ll go over everything again before hand, but remember to take today easy. You need a clear head for tomorrow. You know… we´ve been talking. Your family and me, seen as though you´re reluctant to. And we´ve thought that, if you agree, if we have to for any reason move you away from here, you will be under my wing and adopted as my little sister. We´ll forge the papers of your birth and everything. There´s quite a bit of crap to be done, but it´s just a backup plan. What do you think?" If something could go wrong? The F.B.I… bloody bastards that won´t leave me the hell alone. Either way, it was the best option possible.
"Sure, sounds like an awesome back up plan, brother." I grinned sheepishly and yawned somewhat like a lion. Yeah, that would be the best comparison. And this lioness was bloody hungry. "I can´t wait for the alarm, you getting up with me or going back to sleep?" I jumped out of the bed and pulled my dressing gown on. He followed me down in a pair of black pajama pants, showing off his chiseled torso. "Do you own a shirt?" I turned on my heel into the fridge and pulled out a piece of apple pie for the both of us to share. I warmed up a small amount of cream before pouring it over and placing two forks down. "Eating pie with forks in Forks at around six in the morning. Not how I imagined my day to start, but I ain´t complaining."
"I ask again, do you own a shirt?"
"Yeah, but I know you don´t mind, being all high and in love on that Cullen kid. I don´t complain when you walk around in your underwear. Not that I´d ever complain."
"That was once! And you walked into my room! Just, eat you´re pie…" I huffed and crossed my arms, dropping myself into one of the seats. He did the same, just with less attitude and grinning. "So… Friday. You going out tonight?"
"Maybe, I have a few last minute things to set up for tomorrow. I´ll be back for when you go to sleep, promise. Oh, and no late night parties, go to school, come back, homework and then just hang out and chill. My friend Max will be on school watch today, you have any problems just call him on this number." He whipped out MY phone from wherever he had it hidden and added this "Max´s" number. "I was also thinking, after school to pick you up and go to the Dinner in the town. Charlie says that they make some mean barbecue sausages, my treat." I finished my half of the pie and then told him how it sounded great. We talked about mindless things and random topics before retreating to the sofa in the living room. He kicked his feet up on the old tattered, yet loved coffee table and I stretched out along what was left, resting my head on his lap looking up at him. "You think I´ll win? I haven´t raced in almost a year and I´m not sure I´ll have it in me…"
"You are Brian´s daughter right? Dom´s your uncle, they are both GREAT racers, the same as your mother and your aunt. It´s in your blood, so what if you don´t win, tomorrow is about the rush and having fun. Now all I have to ask is if you need anything for your car? You got enough cans?"
"Yeah, two, but I think I´ll only use one, depends on how the race goes. I´ll take the Audi, I think...ugh… I´ll be down in a sec." Racing silently up the stairs and straight to the bathroom, I stripped and washed, hopping-running to my bedroom in a towel, tightly clasped around myself. I dressed as quickly as humanly possible, the threat of Damon walking in any second clear in my mind. He didn´t and it was a happy moment. No need for him to have any other memory over me. I dressed in black ripped skinny jeans and a roughly cut black top that just reached slightly above my belly-button. In bold white words read clearly "Bite Me." I had to admit, it was one of my favorite tops I owned, and I finished it all off with my military boots and black and grey flannel shirt to just cover up my arms. After applying sufficient makeup and brushing my hair lightly through, I decided it was as good as it was going to get that morning.
The only reply Damon gave me when he saw what I had on was a very clear statement of: "He´s come back from his family trip, hasn´t he?" HE, was of course the Cullen that had my heart pounding, but I wasn´t going to admit that to Damon.
"I just decided that maybe for one day I could dress like me, not Swan, a girl that doesn´t even exist. "
"Aha… the plan was to lay low, and won´t your abs freeze over?" His eyes sparkled with mischief and he crossed his arms over his still bare chest.
"My stomach funnily enough rarely gets cold. And I doubt the F.B.I is going to find me just because I decide to dress like this for one day at school. I want to be me while relaxing for tomorrow, not Swan, okay?"
"Kay baby. Wait here and I´ll drive you to school." He disappeared from where I had just appeared, while twisting my silver wrap around ring around my finger.
He didn´t take long, reappearing five short minutes later dressed in a lose fitting pair of black jeans and a lose fitting white shirt, clearly showing off his chiseled chest underneath, even though the shirt itself didn´t hug his body. He walked to the door, throwing and catching my keys every now and then as I locked up. He decided that because I had dressed like I would normally dress, that he would drive me to school like I would want to arrive. With that said, he took me to the building of six hour torture in my sleek black Audi. On the way my ears tuned to the sound of her growl, listening to see if anything needed last minute tweaks. "How did you get my keys, by the way? They´re locked in my-"
"Yeah, your little safe. Your father gave me the code in case I needed to get in and you were not able to help. Now, today think positively. I´m sure your boyfriend will be here and your day will go great, so smile, babe." He pushed the car before taking a swift and sudden right turn into the parking lot. It was packed up already, all heads turning our way as the car skidded to a stop. The windows were tinted, meaning their confusion and curiosity increased further more.
"See you later, lover boy." I kissed his cheek lightly and opened the door, stepping out with my head held high and a smirk on my lips. All eyes were on me, and though uncomfortable, I felt a streak of confidence knowing that I was showing a part of me, not Swan.
I walked swiftly towards the front door before turning round on my heel and winking at Damon as he made a swift U turn and sped down the street. If I found one scratch on my car, he would pay…dearly.
"Bells! Hey!" I lifted my head, hoping it would be the voice I wanted to hear, yet was disappointed when all I say was Jessica. Why she called me Bells, I don´t know; only Angela called me that and she was an exception.
"Hi Jess. What do you want?" The past few days she had become distant with me, siding with Lauren in the small spats we had. She spent all her time with that stuck-up bitch and might as well as screamed "I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!" it was that obvious. Angela told me to forget it, but by the time she´d said that it was already long gone and forgotten. If she had decided to talk to me today, it was for one thing and one thing only…gossip.
"Just wanted to talk to my friend, is it a crime?" She fake looked hurt before putting her hand to her chest and tried to force tears to appear. Pathetic, what as she five?
"Look, kid, you´ve ignored me all week so do yourself a favor and save your breath. I don´t want your brain to over work and explode."
"Wait until Lauren hears this, she´s, like, gonna have a fit, and like, scratch your face out!" I smirked and clapped my hands. She raised her overly plucked eyebrow and glared at me. All her faults and flaws appeared, showing me an inch of what this girl was really like.
"Tell her I´ll be waiting…" I walked off, swaying my hips as the guys stared on. I was slightly a little more than sure that one had fainted, and I´m not kidding. This wasn´t a chick-flick film. This was real life. Okay maybe screaming "This is Sparta" would make it more of a humorable day, but I doubt on lookers would over look my sanity.
The day kind of flashed by, lunch came and there was no sign of the Cullen´s, even though they had said they would be back and the sky was clouded over. By last period my spirits were low until I received a text message, one that sent me jumping in my seat as my phone vibrated all of a sudden. "Sorry, we won´t be home until tomorrow due to… family issues. I´ll tell all when we meet up sometime this weekend. Will tomorrow do?"
I quickly texted back a reply saying how I wasn´t sure if I had time. I wasn´t going to commit to meeting him when I wasn´t sure how the day would lay itself out. Damon also texted saying how he couldn't do the meal today, so he'd have to do it another day... I felt rather... detached for the rest of the school day. I asked Angela for a ride and she agreed happily.
Again, I arrived home, had lunch and did my homework. Nobody was there and that left me to dive under my covers and listen to music until I drifted off.
That night I wasn´t plagued with any type of dream and it was a relief. I was left in bed until four in the afternoon the next morning. How I had slept twenty-four hours was a mystery, but I didn´t mind. I felt better than I had for a long time, maybe even years. "Time to eat, get ready and go." Damon´s voice was suddenly ringing out next to me and I twisted around to find him laid next to me. "You were getting restless, so I thought it was best to snuggle down. I was going to wake you up now anyway. I have food downstairs waiting for us; we just have to heat it up and then I´m off to the site. Max will be here for around seven-eight, okay?" I nodded before getting stiffly out of bed. Sleeping in skinny jeans was not a good idea and even less surrounded for a whole day in blankets. My back was literally soaked, not sweat, just water. "I´ll shower later then, pass me those sweats." He threw me a black pair of sweats while I peeled off the jeans, quickly changing as Damon commented on the weather while looking out into the garden.
"It´s going to be a dry night and the moon is going to be high. Well, that´s what the weatherman forecast, so if it rains, we´ll track him down and kill him, kay?" I nodded and laughed before making my way down to the delightful breakfast. "It´s a kind of sorry for leaving you again today thing." He smiled softly and nodded for me to tuck in.
A short hour later after exchanging pleasantries and small talk, Damon stood up abruptly, kissed my cheek and left for Seattle. I made my way back up the stairs and started to get ready with a hot shower to relax my muscles with music blasting through my speakers.
"This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill; fifteen percent concentrated power of will; five percent pleasure; fifty percent pain, and a hundred percent reason to remember the name!"I started singing my heart out, motivating myself as I listened to Fort Minor. As the song changed to Three Days Grace "I Hate Everything About you", my lungs continued strong. I forgot everything and stood there in the shower, steam flooding everywhere and probably even the hallway itself when I bent down on my knees, beads of water dripping all around, and wrapped my arms around my knees before sighing. I was in complete relaxation, yet I couldn´t drop the feeling that something was going to happen, whether good or bad I didn´t know, but something was going to happen that night.
I decided to shrug the feeling off and push it to a locked room in my mind and finally got out of the shower. By then it was already six, a full hour in the shower, and the next hour was spent drying my hair quickly, drying myself and choosing what to wear. I decided on an old-new dress of mine that consisted of a soft black material that finished mid thigh, hugging my figure to a T. It had a deep V-neck around the back, two straps tied around my neck holding up the top half. The rest of the dress from bust to the end was merely a few twist and turns in the fabric. It was simple and yet casual enough for the race. I finished off with high peep toe black heels and makeup. I looked…okay, I didn´t want to sound modest but I did look hot and I was barely showing anything the boys would want to see. It was long enough that as I bent down I would still be covered and short enough to show enough leg. Again, by the time I was finished and happy with myself, it was quarter to seven and the door bell had rung. I grinned like a Cheshire cat, adrenaline already pulsing through my veins and grabbed my Audi's keys and made my way out of the house. Max, a tall blonde haired guy with huge biceps that rippled under his black tee and almost black colored eyes stood there, a leather jacket hanging off of his jacket.
"You must be Max, right?" Why were all the guys popping up around me a lately so fucking hot?
"Yeah, you must be Bella. Nice to meet ya, darlin´" His voice was deep and had a slight southern twang to it. It was, without sounding perverted, eargasmic. Okay, that did sound perverted, but he was the one with the drop dead gorgeous voice and looks. Was he winning over Cullen? No, Eddie was a bloody vampire and wasn´t even a loud in this contest. Damon? Hmm… hard to say, they both were polar opposites looks wise, maybe a bit of both…
"Nice to meet another stalker," I smirked and put my finger up to his mouth softly and locked the door. "I was just joking… thanks, by the way, for the whole looking out for me. I know it´s your job, but it must suck at times. As long as I don´t find a spy cam in the bathroom or my bedroom, I won´t kill ya, honey." Again, another smirked and I batted my eyelashes innocently. Was I flirting? we arrived at the race I had to pretend to be his girlfriend to keep guys away, why not start early? "So what´s our story?"
I pulled him around the house and into the woods as he started "our love story".
"We have mutual friends and they set us up. You go to university in Seattle and I´ve just got out and finished my studies. We live together in a flat in Seattle and have been for the last year. We´ve been together for two years now and love each over "dearly". Damon´s words, not mine, sunshine. I´m a bounty hunter, but my parents are rich and pay for the attic flat we hav´. You want to get into engineering and your dad is in the armed forces. The rest we make up as we go along, kay?" We were outside my garage by now and he was smiling.
"Sounds awesome, cupcake. So, ready to meet my baby?" His lips pulled up into a grin and I squeezed his hand, pulling him through the door behind me. As he flew past, the door shut and locked itself, leaving me to lead him to the ready Audi parked in front of the car door. The lights turned themselves on, the instant florescent glow hurting my eyes. "I should have been born a vampire…" I muttered, laughing after words at my stupidity.
"If that were the case 90% of the world would be vampires. Do you believe in the mythical creatures that prey on young girls at night and fed on their sweet blood?" I laughed again, keeping my voice steady.
"Maybe, who knows what´s out there? Vampires, werewolves, witches, gremlins, wizards, a cure for arrogance in humans? You never know, but it´s always best to keep and open mind don´t you think? Just in case life brings you surprises and you´re more prepared for them?" I chuckled a simple "hahaha" and he agreed with me and got in the car at the passengers side.
"Time to see you in action?"
"Not yet, later,"
The ride there was quick, easy going and silent. Comfortable silence, yes, bar the wonderful growl of the engine. We had to use a few back streets, but found our way, pulling up to a huge parking lot to a deserted factory. "Bitch, it´s time to party." I pulled up carefully as to not hit the crowd that was swarming with people. Cars were parked everywhere, speakers blasting and engines gunning. Girls walked around with barely any clothes on and guys followed them around like puppies. "Remember, we are together so no stalking the… girls out there."
"My eyes are only for you, darlin´, now give me a kiss when we get out." I exited the car and he did the same on his side. Locking it, I walked around to the front on the bonnet, pushing my chest out and swaying my hips, I pushed the tips of my toes up, hard in heels, and grabbed his shirt in my fingers. I pulled him forward and looked deep into his eyes.
"Never thought I´d have my own cowboy, baby." We grinned as he leaned in and went straight for the bulls-eye. No soft romantic kiss, just fresh hard on passionate kissing. His tongue dance with mine and my grip on his shirt deepened. We parted panting and grinning like fools. I looked around while resting my head against his cheek and realized the men sort of got the message that I was taken. "If any dude grabs my ass, punch him will you? I´m not in the mood to graze my knuckles," I pecked his lips a quick last time and then pushed our way through the crowd.
Half an hour of walking around and talking to anyone in general, Damon finally caught up with us. "Sugar, you made it!" He shouted of the noise, pulling a few heads our way. "Of course, I wouldn´t miss this for the world, honey." I kissed his cheek and hugged him slightly. "Max has been telling me that you´ve missed my company, and I loved to hear that. I´ve missed you, too. But, what with my exams and Max taking up all my wonderful time, I haven´t been able too. I´ve been selfish… I´m sorry," I pouted and earned another kiss on the cheek.
"It´s fine, I´m sure you and Max have… been busy enough," He waggled his eyebrows and grinned like a hormonal 15 year old. "You look beautiful, by the way, really. Not to slutty at all." I rolled my eyes and pushed him playfully before turning around and hitting him in the face with a mouthful of my hair. "Head to the start line, race is on in less than five."
"Kay, Damon. Bye, baby" I kiss Max on the cheek and disappeared from their sight.
Honestly, it took more time searching for my baby than anything as the people pushed past, hoping to get the best look at the race. The only people there with the best perception of the race was going to be the other racers and myself. No one else.
After beeping and emergency breaking more than I had wanted to, the crowd finally parted and let me through, followed by my death glare to each and everyone of them. While passing, I was sure in a 'I maybe going finally psyco' way that I had seen a flash of ginger-red hair and long blonde locks, but after blinking and straining my eyes I found nothing. I guess I was obsessing over the Cullen's too much and I had felt rather guilty that I couldn't tell them where or what I was doing right now. Edward and Alice, even Rosalie had sent me texts and called to see if I wanted to hang out. I fibbed badly and said that a family member in Port Angeles was ill and I had to look after him. I wanted to kill myself for lying, but I couldn't just blurt out that I'm illegally street racing now could I? Not the best conversation starter, but I bet it would make an awesome ice breaker one day... maybe... probably not.
I was now at the starting line and I looked to my right and left. The dude next to me was smug and sure of himself that he would win, with his smirk reaching his blue eyes and his untidy brown hair. On the opposite were another two cars, one a women around twenty-five with strawberry blonde hair and striking green eyes. Yes, she was dressed far more... exotic than I was. Beside her was another man just older than myself with short blonde hair and daring black eyes. He looked excited, wild and determined. I looked at myself through the rear-view mirror and found a women, her face a complete mask, hiding all emotions but one. Determination. Nothing else.
"Now, all of you have to play it fair. I don't want any accidents or deaths because one of you get too competitive, alright?" Damon's voice was so strong and strict that I was sure an accident had passed a lately that he had failed to mention. Joy.
"Now partners, give the racers one last kiss for good luck and then return to your places!" The crowd roared in eagerness and I was lost in the sound until a knock came from my window. I wound it down and popped my head out slightly.
"Stay safe, promise me. The last accident was five months ago and she was pushed off of the street, into a wall. After the car flipped, something hit the NOS cans and it exploded, killing her instantly, Bella. So be careful. I doubt any of these are going to play safe..."
"Aw, baby. They want to play ruff, I can play ruff. I'll be fine, pinky!" I pulled my pinky up to his face and then leant further up as he bent down to kiss him gently on the lips. It seemed strange kissing a guy I barely met, yet nice at the same time. Not fireworks I want to jump you now shit, but it was simple and caring and protective. We were, as it were, just making sure the rest of the men stayed well away from me now."Love ya babe!"I shouted for all to here as he backed away.
"Love you too, gorgeous!" He grinned like a mad love struck idiot and stood back in his place, far enough from the cars as to stop any incident happening.
Five seconds passed, my breath coming in hard when the gun shot sounded and the revved cars were put into action. I sailed forward in my baby, passing everyone bar the smug dude from before that was exactly next to me. We came up to the first corner and I quickly changed gear, pushed in the clutch and turned the wheel. I pulled on the hand brake and heard the tires squeal in protest. Putting some pressure on the gas pedal, and letting out the clutch, time seemed to slow down on the quick action. Using throttle, the car flew by the extremely close brick wall until I passed safely enough and continued to straightening the car up and letting out a little power. I was now in lead and laughing with joy and adrenaline filled veins. After another few turns, the smug guy was getting on my nerves, constantly trying to bash into my bumper. We hit each other, sparks flying as we rounded the last corner. He pressed his NOS can and I did the same five seconds later for the last stretch. We could easily see the crowd now on the receiving end, waiting to see the winner. They started as blobs but were quickly recognizable. He purposely hit my car and I went sliding off course, hitting a plastic bin on the way that flew over the car and hit the middle of the road. I once again joined him in the centre of the road as he pushed and pushed. I pushed back and the cars would have seemed to have been attached with super glue. He flipped me the bird and swore out loud. With one last bashing from him, my car hit the side of the factory wall, the paint work most probably horrible and the cars damage... a lot of money and emotional suffering. No one touched my car! I was close to banging into a whole lot of shit and crashing big time when with a lucky stride, the car did as I asked and we centred one last time. Pressing down on my last NOS can, I rushed past him and hit the finishing line. After parking up in the centre of the crowd, I got out of my car totally pissed off and searched around the side, seeing the horrifying work. Never mind paint job, the side mirror was as good as dead and a large dint now shone in the fluorescent lights. Round the other side was less paint work yet more small dints from where he collided with me. I brought my fingers up to my mouth and held on, contemplating killing him or not. "We have a winner! Bella Swan!" I growled, even though I should be ecstatic, storming over to the man as he was pressed up against his car, his face full of anger and disappointment.
"You fucking BASTARD!" I screamed and he jumped, yet replaced his face with a smug grin as I edged closer. I went straight up and grabbed a fist full of his clothes in my left hand, pushing him up against his car. "What, you WANT to fucking kill me, you dick? I almost crashed into the wall back then and you're stood here grinning! Do you know how much money I'll have to put towards my car now? Not to mention that nobody, and I mean nobody touched my car! EVER!" I glared at him and fought against punching him.
"Well there's a first time for everything, sweety, now isn't there? Cause if I remember rightly, I just did, sunshine. At least now you can spend your winnings on something, child."
"Are you asking for your arsed to be kicked by a girl or what, dude?"
"You're a fucking child, now do me a favour and go to beddy-byes, I'm sure it's past your bed time, kiddo." He was asking for it.
"Aha..." I let it go and let him go out of my grasp, backing up before turning around and starting towards and approaching Damon and Max.
"You're lucky I didn't fuck that bitchy car of yours up to scraps, babe. But, if you want to fuck me, I'm open for someone with a body like yours." His hand crawled out and grabbed my arse, painfully. I stopped in my tracks and swung my fist into his nose. A retching crack was heard and I stopped myself from puking.
"Oh, I'll fuck you alright, sunshine, but maybe not in the way you'd like. If you want your balls to stay attached to you, I'd leave me alone, sweety." I mocked him and turned around, smacking right into Max. He looked rather angry, all directed at dick head behind me.
"What's going on here?" He asked, yet more of a rhetorical question. I'm sure he saw and heard everything on the way over.
"You okay, baby?" I nodded and side stepped, watching as he, with his six foot odd stature, stood up to the five foot something of the other guy. I knew who would win here. I turned around as Max got to work and ran into Damon's open arms, hugging him tightly.
"You okay, hun?" I nodded and squeezed harder. "Congrats, by the way. You did wonderfully and I'll pay for your car repairs, no ifs, no buts. I've transferred the money to your bank account already, easier that way to keep from getting stolen tonight at the party."
"Thanks, Dammy... As long as he isn't at the party, I'm all for it." I grinned and kissed his cheek. "It was one hell of a race! Wow, I can't believe I didn't crash when he hit me the last time, I was so close, and with one NOS can unused, god knows what would have happened!" I nugged him playfully in the arm and started to walk away with him and back to my car, waiting for Max. "It looks worse then it really is, I guess. Just some money to throw at it... but I really didn't want another paint job on it so soon. Maybe I'll change the whole design this time though... we'll talk about it tomorrow morning then, Max is coming over." He smiled and nodded.
"While at the party, in front of everyone you guys need to kiss, keep up appearances, I don't want to kill anyone tonight, honey. And don't get hammered, please." I mocked fake hurt, yet laughed his words off and thanked a few people for their congrats on my win. Max wasn't more than a minute and when he did arrive, his eyes searched my face and bare arms for marks.
"You're bruising on your arm." He stated.
"Yeah, I whacked it when I collided with the beautiful wall. It'll be fine, stop worrying and smile. Party time, guys. Where exactly is the party, D?"
"It's just ten minutes down the road. It's the same build as a large lake house but on the edge of the sea with a pier. Let's get there soon rather than later, come on. We all deserve a bit of fun," He grinned and disappeared and Max and I entered my car.
"Damon says to make out when we're there to keep guys away, kay?" He nodded and smiled sincerely.
"Don't worry, that guy's not coming back any time soon. So time to have fun, like Damon said." We both laughed as I pulled out of there and followed Damon's black BMW. The house we pulled up to was... wow. A huge mansion type white house, trees encircling all of it bar the side of the ocean. There was a path lit with fairy lights that lead all the way up to the wooden pier and around the trees surrounding. Cars were parked aimlessly and people's screams of joy and...even more joy, could be heard. "Sounds like someone's getting laid," I commented while walking up to the house as a women's voice hit the night air and a man's grunt followed.
"Lucky dude," He laughed and I playfully punched his arm before pulling his arm around my waist, my heels clicking across the floor.
Once we entered the house, music blasted from every wall, claps erupted as they noticed it was me and I mockingly bowed and grinned. It was... packed. Damon was chatting up a women that couldn't be wearing any less clothing or it wouldn't be classified as clothing. "Ready to make an impression?" I asked, slightly pleased and high on life. I took a swig of a vodka shot that had been passed to me by a dude that carried round a tray of drinks and shivered in delight.
The only free space was the sofa to sit comfortably as most people were dancing, out side, shuffling around or running up stairs with someone looking for a free room. Max dumped himself down on the couch and I sat on top of him, one leg on either side. He cradled my hips as I lowered my lips to his. My hands went to his neck and then straight to his hair, pulling softly and moaning against his lips that had taken to attack my neck. Two minutes into a quick kissing session-not a make out session- my back was tapped and I was asked if I wanted to drink something. Max took three Jack Daniels shots, one after the other, and I just grabbed the JD bottle and drank from there, every once in a while giving Max a swig. Half an hour later of just being sat on top of Max and talking somehow through the crowd, drinking here and there, Damon flew past us with the women from before, wiggling his eyebrows as he passed. He looked rather... buzzed and I myself along with Max was verging on being drunk. I still had a little amount of self control. Tiny amount, but it stop me from jumping the incredible fit man underneath me. Yeah, not a boy but a man. I placed the bottle down somewhere behind me and closed the distance between Max and myself, pulling on his neck, sucking and nipping ever so slightly. He moaned in pleasure and I made my way up to his mouth, my hands crawling under his shirt and along his abs, tracing his muscles. His arms went travelled along my hips, rubbing up and down before resting just above my arse. He still was a gentleman, even when slightly drunk and probably quite horny, wow. Our kiss turned quickly into a dance between our tongues and he grabbed my legs, pulling me up and positioning me further up on him, hiding the fact from the world that he was... well excited. I lifted my head quickly and through my hair out of my face and down my back, leaning back in to kiss along his jaw and back to his soft mouth. After we parted for air, I rested my forehead against his and laughed. "Let's go outside," I suggested, it was stuffy. I stayed in front of him, guarding his front from the world and proceeded outside.
Once in the fresh air I turned around and smiled. "I hope we're good friends, Max. What a surprising first meeting its been!" I pulled him into a hug and then pushed him down on one of the outer window ledges. He sat down and even in my heels his head was higher than mine. "One last kiss celebrating our new found friendship and never to act like that unless for professional reasons? I wouldn't want to loose you because of it and I'm kinda crazy for this guy..." He smirked and pushed his back against the window.
"You ever need any pointers on dude's just ask, I'm normally stalking you while you're at school as it is and you have my number. So who is he?" His voice was regaining a more sober type sense and mine was... ish.
"This guy called Edward. I don't know, there's something different about him... special. And I think I'm falling for him, which is a big no no for me, so I'm kind of... pissed off at myself for that. I can't help it though... Anyway, tonight is not the night for that, Max. Next weekend I'd like you to come other, Damon lives with me now as it is and I feel like a movie marathon is on the menu. What better way to look after me than be right beside me?" I lifted my eyes brows and waited for his reply.
"Sounds great, text me the time this week," I grinned like Mr Cheshire cat and kissed his lips softly. As I moved away and turned towards the house with Max trailing behind in my iron grasp, the front doors closed shut. I opened them and adjusted my eyes inside when suddenly two inhumanly gorgeous people came into view. Rosalie and Edward... Cullen. Edward looks... like I'd killed his puppy and Rosalie was full of curiosity. What were they doing here?
"You, go home with Damon, babe, I have stuff to do. Keep safe..." I drifted from him with no more words and followed Edward and Rosalie out of the front door and up the driveway to my car that was surprising parked next to his. "You have a lot of explaining to do, Bella." Rosalie stated. Oh... shit.
That's it for now, I hope you guys enjoyed and tell me what ya' think! I'm really loving Max and Damon as characters, so yeah... they'll probably be main characters in here and hopefully romance will spark for them with someone... maybe, we'll see, :P
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