CHAPTER THREE

Sad to say but SM owns everything. Sigh. But anyhoo on we go…

"Bella Bella, calm down." Jared tried to calm down my over powerful anxiety. My hands were locked behind my back by iron fetters. Alec stood in front of me with both hands on my shoulders.

In Phoenix whenever I felt like it I would jump out my window and aimlessly drive around on the roads. "Now if I let go, do you promise to calm down?" Jared asked. It was about time I calmed down. I was really over doing it. I pressed my lips in a firm line and swiftly nodded. Slowly and carefully my hands were released. Promising myself to calm down, I filled my lungs with air and released slowly and brought my being back to reality and then a random thought slapped me in the head.

"Alec how come you're all the way here when dad's back in Phoenix?"

Briefly he locked gazes with Jared and hurried is eyes back to me. "Well… Dad just didn't want to go home…as yet…said som'in' 'bout can't get over the idea 'bout you movin' out…not in a bad way…I think. Geez Bella! You know dad! It's just so…so confusing. Can't you and dad just like start liking each other like you used to."

I know that Alec never found our father – daughter relationship normal and I knew it hurt him that we could never get along.

"Don't go there now boy I'm ecstatic right now. Leave those things for back home. Talking about home Jared how far do you live form here?" Immediately I left Alec's conversation and turn to my emancipated cousin to start a new one.

"It's not to far a few streets from here. You should drop by sometimes. Alec we should go your dad is going to throw a huge fit if you reach back to the hotel late and don't tell him I brought you here because I promised him I wouldn't." My fucking dad always had to have his own fucking ways.

"Yeah Jared rub it in. rub it in good." I rolled my eyes and shot him a warning glance. I f he took this conversation any further I swear on all that was good I'll start cussing in front the only person I even cared about.

"come on Alec lets go" Jared tugged on my little brother's hand to emphasize his haste. Sometimes it looked like Jared was afraid of my dad. Hell everyone was scared of my dad. Alec skipped over to me and hugged me tightly. I was really going to miss him. I responded to his action and pulled him closer too. I hurt to know that my dad wanted me to hate my brother every now and then but Alec saw through his scheming actions and shrugged it off. He even forgave him for it. Alec was the only person I knew that had a soft heart like that, sometimes too soft for a boy but still he was the only thing that kept our family together.

I stood there for a moment and watched them retreat to the car. My inside felt kind of mushy almost lovey – dovey. Deep down something stirred. Something like a longing desire to be back home and cuddle with my family. I felt like the old Bella. The Bella that change right after… The thought made goosebumps rise on my hands. Dramatically I shrugged it off. That Bella was past and this was the present.

When I pulled myself out of my reverie I found I had absentmindedly wondered over to my bike. Sweet joy. I hopped on and pulled the matching helmet over my head. My riding jacket was already on so no worries. I mashed the gas hard and in an instant shot off on to the main roads. It felt good to have the night cold breeze lash against my exposed skin again. The week before I moved here I had be banned from riding because apparently it was a 'sin' to speak up for yourself against your 'oh so loving dad'. My dad really needed a life.

Nope he needed more than that; a new wife who could bang him to his needs, a new daughter who'd be willing to be his servant and a son with attitude, who could remind him of his position in a family and let him know he shouldn't abuse it.

I began weaving through the cars driving faster, daring them to compete. But just like any of the douche bags they are they didn't pick up. I caught myself wondering back into dreams and wishes so I had to stop myself. It was a little late. You could tell by the little cars on the road. Right now it had none behind me or coming so I settled for a U-turn. That's when something or someone literally flied by. Automatically I picked up my speed and raced towards the other bike. I was right on his tail. He knew I was behind him and tried to go faster but instead I shot past him. No bike was matched for mine especially not that vintage. After all that work on it, although it was brand new, made it impossible to pass this baby. Reflexively my hands tightened on the bars and I leaned further. The other driver and I were now neck to neck with each other burning for more. We both passed through the red light and ignored the car horns. For a minute I thought he was going to win even though we didn't have a finish line.

He gradually began slowing down willing me to stop too. I needed to meet this person. This person who made a vintage fly so fast. That's almost impossible isn't it? He took the corner and stopped in front of a bar on the side. I followed and pulled up right behind him.

Mr. Fasty took off his helmet and trotted to my side with it tucked under his right hand. You could tell a lot by watching a biker or maybe any person. Just the movement of him tucking the helmet under his left arm told me he was right handed.

I hadn't paid attention to him that much but when I looked back at his face I nearly fell off the side of the bike. Mr. Fasty was now Mr. Macho. His biceps protested against his white jersey only emphasizing the flat hard abs he had. Wait. He drove with out any jacket? Wasn't he afraid of road rash? That's the worst thing ever. The first time I got it I couldn't touch my hand or face it was unbearable. Yes I got it like two or three times but because I was stubborn and then my mom bought me a jacket.

His evenly tanned skin was covered by a soft layer of sweat making him glow in the dim light. His smile stretched even more when he approached me. But I still had on my helmet.

"Hi I'm Jacob" He reached out for a shake immediately I tried to stall. It was my automatic response around boys .I was a super Klutz. This was all my dad's doing. He wanted me to be anti-social. Antisocial my ass. I pulled off my gloves and slowly removed my head gear shaking my hair as I came off.

"Bella" I said and joined my hands with his. Then he lost his words.

"Uh… that back there was…uh…um… impressive…"for a girl. I finished his sentence. I knew he wanted to say so I said it for him.

"For a girl. Yeah I know." I smiled telling him it didn't offend me.

"Hey you said it so don't blame me. But that was really something. Most of the guys down here can't come within an inch to me when racing. But a girl now I feel stupid." Laughed a little and I joined him.

"Yeah I know how it is. Sometimes boys can't get over that they're beaten by a girl and keep asking for rematches over and over again."

"So you're new around here right?"

"Yeah just moved from Pheonix."

"Um… you wanna come in for a drink. It's on me" I really wanted to go but I couldn't. There was a little voice in my head chanting to go in. I simply shucked my head, afraid that the wrong thing might come out.

"Sorry but I have to get back to school. My roommates might be wandering where I am." Not. Jessica and Lauren wandering where I was, not in a million and one years. They must be in be dreaming about the hottest gut on campus.

"Oh you go to school here? So do I." I didn't even get to answer his question. "I would drive along with you if you like because I'm going back now. It's a little late." He glanced at his watch. I was about to ask him what time it was but he was already on his bike waiting for me to ride up.

We drove back to school and then it hit me; where the hell was I suppose to keep my bike? I followed Jacob to the back gate and stopped at his side.

"Where do you keep your bike?" He shot me a skeptical look like if I should know that. As his expression rearranged I could tell he understood why.

"Follow me." I did as he instructed. There was a little old garage looking place just at the back of the school and that's where we stashed our bikes. "Thanks. Wait how do we get in from here? Isn't there like people watching the grounds?" What was wrong with me! I just kept asking questions one right after the other.

He laughed. "Bella. Yes people watch the ground but this isn't high school. You're allowed to leave and come whenever you want as long as you're here for classes" Geez was I that stupid. Come on Bella size up. "Oh." We both walked in together and went our separate ways from there.

I dragged my feet up the stairs and plopped down on the bed shrugging off my jacket. My eyes lazily swept to the clock. It was now 2:30 in the morning and my first class was ant eight I should be able to wake up by then. Not at all I, should set the alarm. My hands crept to the clock to set the alarm but everything from there went blank. It was all a haze, a peaceful haze of sleep.

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