Hey, guys! RL is slowly coming together, but since I'm at work, I can't talk long, so here's the deal, Enjoy and review!
"Good morning," I said as I walked into the cafeteria two weeks later. "So, how was your date with Ben last night?"
Rosalie looked at Angela seriously and Angela blushed, causing Rosalie to laugh hard.
"She and Ben, you know, did it."
"You picking up tricks from Rose?" I asked, wagging my eyebrows.
"It was sweet," Angela blushed.
"She's entered the rank of slut, and left the innocent stage behind," Rosalie laughed.
"It just means you've only had sex with one person, in Rose terms. She's a skank, since she seems to bed every guy that walks by, at your second guy, you turn skank, and whore is when you bed more than thirty," I said.
"Hey guys," Jason said as he set down at our table, waving at his football friends. "Why is Rose a skank this time?"
"I haven't bedded Jason," Rosalie said. "He just walked by."
"He set down and you are currently fucking another guy from this school. I've never seen you sleep with two guys at once."
"Who are you screwing?" Jason asked.
"None of your damn business. Bella, what about you? Are you about to leave the rank of slut and enter skankdom?"
"No, I've only slept with one guy," I said.
And then I've only sleep with him twice, including the time we conceived our daughter, did I mention he's my husband.
"Sluts are boring," Rosalie said. "Now, the cheerleading team, they are a bunch of skanks. Speaking of the skanks, how in the hell are you friends with Heather, the captain of the cheerleading team?"
"She's a viola, we drop all social norms while in orchestra and are friends inside and outside those walls."
"Yea, I'd never hang with that loser who plays football," Angela laughed, pointing at Jason.
"I'd never be friends with the king of A/V. He's really cool, I'm almost sorry the guys were always giving him swirlies during junior high. Oh and watch what you say about Heather, sorry Bella, I know we had a thing a few weeks ago, but something just clicked for Heather and I."
The eyes at the table all turned towards me and I simply shrugged.
"You did what to Aaron?" Angela nearly screamed, getting all peering eyes away from me. People glanced our way, I just smiled and waved.
"Well, I was stupid, I didn't know his power yet. I tell you, that kid is going to own the world someday, he'll be president because he stuffed ballots or something."
"See, in orchestra, we drop the social norms and are friends," I said to Rosalie.
"Fine, so Jason, are you ready for the big game?"
"I am, I'm not sure about the team, though. Coach McCarthy is crazy, but he's good."
"Well, I knew that," Rosalie muttered. "In bed anyways."
"Rose," I exclaimed.
"What? I didn't say a damn word."
"So, girls, how about the party, Friday night, after the game, my place. You gonna make it?"
"Sure," Rosalie said. "I have to make an appearance anyways, because of the cheerleaders."
"Yea," I looked at Angela who nodded. "We'll be there."
"Great, bring Ben, he's never been to a party," Jason said.
"He doesn't feel like he belongs," Angela said.
They started arguing and I looked at Rosalie.
"How's the coach?"
"Hot as hell."
"Still fucking I see."
"Duh, he's a keeper and he's sweet, the first guy I've ever met that was sweet to me."
"Well, once you graduate, who knows, maybe there will be something in the cards."
"Whatev, I have to go," Rosalie said, standing up and flipping her blond locks over her shoulder, swaying her hips and striding sexily out of the cafeteria, all the guys eyes glued on her.
"What a game," I said as I walked into my house with Edward trailing. "Em proved the town wrong, we can win a game."
"Yea it was great, you could have set with Jazz and I."
"Nah," I said as I headed towards my bathroom to get ready for Jason's party.
I glanced at the time, it was eight thirty, the party started at ten, and Rosalie was picking Angela and me up at nine-forty-five.
I turned my curling iron on and headed to my room, to grab my clothes, a cute button up maternity top and my jeans with the pregnancy panel. I took a quick shower, wrapped my hair in a turban twist and got dressed. My make up was next, I went with a smoky eye look with colors that made my brown eyes pop. Then I blow dried my hair and curled it into soft curls and was ready to go.
I heard a car honk and knew it was Rosalie, I glanced out the window to see her frantictly waving.
"Bye," I yelled as I headed out the door, not even stopping to think that I hadn't told Edward about the party.
"Let's go, slut," Rosalie screamed, I could see Angela and Ben in the backseat, cuddling. "It's fucking party time!"
"I'm pregnant, skank, I'm waddling as fast as I fucking can," I yelled back as I slowly descended the stairs. "I'm not about to fall on my pretty ass and hurt myself or worse my daughter."
A honk of the horn was her response as I reached the car and slid into the leather interior. Rosalie speed away from the curb and turned the music up. Angela and I seat danced as we headed over to Jason's, to find a large crowd already there.
"And here I thought we were early," Angela pouted.
"Do I have to come," Ben whined, that was a little out of normal for him, but this party was way out of his comfort zone.
"Yes, and you are going to enjoy it, man-slut" Rosalie screamed over the music.
I propelled my way out of the car and smiled at my friends. Rosalie was dressed to impress, in a hot pink tub top, a leather skirt and a three-quarters leather jacket with the calf high leather stiletto's that I had dubbed her hooker boots. Angela was in a slightly more casual outfit, a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, with a baby-doll top.
I made my way into the party, spotting Jason talking to a rather large dude and by large I don't mean heavy set, because this boy wasn't heavy set, he was actually well built, like he spent a lot of time at the gym. He was tall, maybe seven feet or so, his skin was russet, his hair black as night and his eyes matched.
I'd have to say he was the second sexiest person in the world.
I sauntered towards them, putting my flirt on for the unknown man.
"Hi," I said, batting my eyelashes. "I'm Bella."
"I know who you are," the man said. "You don't remember me, do you? We use to make mud-pies together."
"Jacob?" I asked, the name floating out of my memories.
I remembered the boy, we'd been friends when I use to come to Forks in the summers after mom left dad when I was three and Jasper was ten. We'd travel for the entire summer to Forks and spend quality bonding time with our father. Some years Edward would come for the whole time, while other's he only came part time.
The boy standing in front of me was my father's best friends son. Billy Black and Charlie Swan had a long history together, from the epic pranks they played in high school to the fishing trips they took every weekend during the summer, those too were always together.
"Jacob Black," I smiled. "How the hell are you?"
"I'm doing well, wow, Bella, you've really grown up," Jacob said and hugged me, lifting me off the ground. "I have to admit, pregnancy suits you, is the father in the picture?"
"She doesn't know who it is," Jason interrupted and I was grateful for that interruption, that way I wouldn't have to tell the lie again, then he found out that I'd lied.
"Damn, that's rough, I bet Charlie had a field day over it," Jacob said.
"You know it," I laughed. "He didn't talk to me for a week."
"You want to dance?" Jacob asked.
I nodded and we headed to the designated dancing area and danced for a long time, before Jacob pulled me outside.
"So are you seeing anybody?"
"I'm kind of attached, I'm not dating due to the baby, she's my primary focus, sorry," I said, twisting my words so I didn't have to say that I was with somebody.
"I understand, how about after she's born?"
"Jake, I'm sorry, but I can't, I'm going to focus on raising my little girl," I said, adding a small smile for effect.
"It's fine, but can we at least be friends?"
"Sure," I smiled, happy to have another friend, even if it was another one who had a crush on me. "So, what about you? What are you up to these days?"
That started Jacob off on a long winded answer and I set back, wondering how fast I could get Rosalie and get outta here, I was sure Ben was more than ready to head home, and I was suddenly feeling bad for leaving Edward home alone.
I started to finger the ring that was around my neck, as I did, Jacob's eyes lit up.
"That's a pretty ring," Jacob said.
"Thanks, Edward gave it to me, it's what he calls my mother's ring."
"I have always hated that guy. He always watched you when you were younger, when you got older, his looks changed, like he was lusting after you," Jacob said, sending my head into a tail spin.
"When did you start noticing the lustful looks?"
"A year ago, maybe two, he's not a perv, that's for sure, but when you turned fifteen, you really came into your own, I can't name one guy who didn't have a crush on you."
I nodded, then got him off the subject and we ended up talking late into the night.
"Bye," I waved at Rosalie, who was in her back seat, I must admit, I hadn't seen her this drunk in a long time. Ben was our DD and Angela was moving to the front seat, only slightly tipsy.
Rosalie always drank hard when she couldn't get a random hook-up. When she was in a semi-committed relationship, booze was her best friend on Friday and Saturday nights.
Rosalie was waving at me like a fool as I entered the house. My heart dropped when I saw Edward, standing by the door, just out of sight of my friends, tapping his foot.
"Where in the hell have you been?" Edward yelled.
"It's Friday, I sometimes go out, like a normal senior," I yelled right back.
"You could have at least informed me," Edward said, his volume a little less loud. "I've been worried sick, all I got was a bye. I called your father and nearly begged him to go out looking for you. He promised me that you were fine, that you were most likely out with your friends. I'd still like to be told."
"You're not my father," I hissed. "I don't have to tell you shit!"
"I'm not your father, but I am your fucking husband," Edward's volume went back through the roof. "I deserve a little respect, Isabella!"
"Fine, dad, I'll make sure you know every fucking move I make," I screamed and stomped off to my room.
I threw open my dresser and plunged my hand in, looking for my sleep pants and t-shirt. My hand came up empty and I saw that there was nothing in there. I opened another draw, nothing. I went to my closet, nothing was hanging up. My bed set there, but none of my bedding was visible.
"Where in the hell is my shit," I screamed as I stormed back to the living room.
"It's in my room, where it belongs," Edward yelled. "You are my wife and you will start acting as such, which means you will sleep in my room, in my bed, next to me."
"I'm only your fucking wife because you forced me to marry you, because of my daughter being half yours. Being married doesn't mean that I have to sleep in bed with you, it simply means that you want your name to be tacked on to my daughters name, well guess what I'm making sure her last name is Swan and you, mister high and mighty can go to hell for all I care."
I grabbed my keys off the key holder and stormed outside and slid in my truck, turning the engine over, but it was dead, each time I tried, it simply clicked.
Tears streamed down my face as I slid out, grabbing my flashlight from under the seat and pulling out my cell phone.
"Hey, Ang,' I said to the voicemail. "I'm sure you're having wonderful sex with Ben, but I need help, Edward and I got into a huge fight and I'm walking, I'm not sure were to, but I'm just walking, call me when you can."
I pointed my flashlight at the ground and walked, no rhyme or reason to my path, but before I knew it, my feet had lead me to my fathers house, his cruiser was in the drive way and his living room light was on, I could see the colors flash from the television. He'd probably fell asleep with the television on.
I let myself in with my key and what I'd thought was true, my father was crashed out on the couch. I gently shook him awake.
"Dad," I whispered.
"Bells?" Charlie said, pulling his wrist up and looking at the time on his watch. "It's after two in the morning, what are you doing here?"
"The guy you so conveniently shipped me off to and I had a fight," I said. "I walked here from his place."
"Why didn't you call me? I would have come and got you," Charlie said, concern crossing his face.
"Because, you love Edward," I said. "You would have made me stay and work it out."
"No, I know from experience that the best way to solve a fight is to get away for a while, I've been in fights with your mother, I found that walking away, cooling off is better than continuing to butt heads."
"Dad," I said as tears streamed down my face. "I don't understand why you forced me to marry him, it won't work, all he's doing this for his for the baby."
"I didn't force you to do anything, Bells," Charlie said and I wondered what he meant. "I married your mother out of duty because of Jasper; I promised myself that I wouldn't force my children to married for any reason besides love. I know you; you are too stubborn to do something because I forced you into it. I simply laid the option out in front of you. I would say that Edward did push a little too hard for the marriage, but baby, even then, if you hadn't thought it was a good idea, you would have stuck to your guns and not married him, by going through with it, you knew, somewhere in that big heart of yours, that it was right."
"But I'm only eighteen," I muttered.
"Still a child, yes, I never minded you going out to parties, I normally told my officers to not go to the party and break it up because I wanted you to have fun before the baby came. Maybe I forgot that you were going to be a mother; that you had a life that was going to depend on you, but you needed to sow your wild oats before you settled down with that little girl. You have a lot to learn, yet and I must admit that communication isn't your strong point. Edward wouldn't have been so mad if you'd just said that you were going to Jay's party, if you'd told him that this was a normal thing for you. Honey, you have to communicate with him for this marriage to work."
"I don't see it working, dad," I whispered as I laid my head on his shoulder. "But I guess, for my little girl, I should try. I love you, daddy, don't ever forget that."
"I know, my sweet baby girl, I know," Charlie whispered into my hair, hugging me tightly. "I love you, too, always."