Veryy nice. How much? (Borat)
I like to quote movies if you haven't noticed haha.
TGIF. Yes it's Friday and I'm ready to write. Just got back from work and I plan to stay up for a bit on this computer. Just for you!
You should feel special right now.
Haha I'm weird, sorry.
Let's see what were some questions I remember.
Does Edward really like Bella? –Well, since non of this is in his point of view (sometimes I think it ruins the mystery) then you'll have to figure that out yourselves! Yes, I'm being evil but that's how the cookie crumbles! (Bruce Almighty)
I'm going to start the next chapter and stop embarrassing myself…
Chapter 17-
I ended up riding with Jacob in the back of his motorcycle. Since I was going to his house-alone, with no supervision, or anyone to check in on us-this seemed like the sensible solution.
Edward still appeared uneasy when we left but I couldn't worry about him now. He could wait.
Jake forgot my helmet in his garage-this left me a tad scared. He never wore a helmet himself so there wasn't even one to offer.
I held tightly onto Jacob's large torso as we sped away.
I was still terrified but there was something so liberated in these moments. The wind blew my elongated hair, tangling it and letting it run wild behind me. The vibrations of the motor were taken over by the feeling of drifting along the streets. I closed my eyes, breathing in the fresh air and the smell of rain. It never smelt so good.
I sighed and leaned my cheek against Jake's shoulder. He smelled like soap and grass. He took one of his hands off the handle to touch one of my arms that was around his waist.
There was no way I was going to be able to do this. Not him. Not Jake.
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We arrived at Jake's house a few minutes later.
"Here it is," Jake said, getting up after I let go of his waist. He held out his hand for me to take, which I did and stood in front of the diminutive residence.
It was pretty small-a lot smaller than my house. But I liked it. It was very-homey.
"Let's go in," Jake said, pulling me by the hand when I just stood there.
When we entered, the first room in the house-like mine-was the kitchen. We went past the living room, into the hallway, up the stairs, and into Jake's room.
Jake still had his hand in mine. He led us to his bed and he sat down first. He tugged on my hand a little to follow him and began kissing me without any words.
He kissed me hardly and put each one of his hands under my shirt and onto my love handles.
I was sort of lost in the kiss at this point-too many things being on my mind to concentrate on what was going on and I didn't notice that Jake's hands had slid up. They were now struggling with my bra strap.
I froze; suddenly knowing why he brought me here.
He noticed and pulled away.
"What's wrong, Bella?" Jake said softly but confused.
I gulped. I came here to break it off with Jake and here he was-trying to take my virginity. Not exactly my kind of break up.
"Jake," I paused-getting ready to tell him. To tell him about Edward. To tell him that this wasn't working out. "Uhm…I'm not ready yet."
Well, so much for that.
Jake blinked a few times, still confused, then realization hit his face-just not the kind I was hoping for. "Oh. Ugh. I'm sorry Bella. I don't know how to start-or do-this stuff and I'm really…nervous. You're the first-well I never really…" He sighed. I never had seen him struggle for words so much. I couldn't help but hug him.
Jake was so innocent and vulnerable. I cared for him. I truly did. But there was something missing. Something that Edward took place of.
"Its okay, Jake," I said quietly, taking his hand in mine. "You didn't know."
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The next morning was-awkward. Well, I got that vibe when I saw Edward watching Jacob and I hug outside my first period class. I knew he was trying not to be obvious because he was pretending to listen to some dirty blond who was flirting with him.
As soon as Jake was out of sight, Edward made his way over to me-oblivious to the blond still following him.
I was just going to have to deal with him later. I slid into my first period classroom before he got a hold of me.
This gave me a few periods to think about what I was going to do. And, after a lot of thought processing conclusions, I made my decision. I was going to tell Edward that I was going to stay with Jake and apologize that things didn't work out-even though I didn't have much to apologize for.
I just couldn't do this to Jake. And, besides, I didn't know Edward too well. What if he was just with me because he knew he couldn't have me? What if he was just having fun messing with me? What if, what if. There were too many possibilities to risk and I couldn't take that chance.
My stomach grumbled softly, reminding myself that I needed to feed it soon. I noticed that I was so side-tracked this morning that I forgot to eat breakfast.
Lunch was a bit uncomfortable for me. At first it was the stares I got from him across the lunchroom. He looked at me in a way as if he was waiting for me to pay attention to him, like I forgot him. Pshh, how could I forget Edward Cullen?
And, second, it was how I was anticipating for what was coming next period-Biology.
Jake walked me-to the class I was dreading all day-and left without a fret.
I entered the Biology room to see that Edward, fortunately, wasn't there-yet.
I sat down, taking deep breaths. It's only forty five minutes. Couldn't be that bad.
Walking through the door, model and god-like, came Edward. His lean figure seemed more defined today. His jaw seemed more chiseled and his eyes were contrasting so well with the light. And for a moment, they shot at me, and then looked away.
He sat down slowly and now we were just inches apart. I could feel the excitement sealing the air. His heavenly smell wafted towards me and at that moment I was almost tempted to grab him by the collar and gnaw on his neck.
A paper appeared in front of me and it had Edward's hand briefly on the top of it.
I grabbed the note and opened it subtly.
There was elegant script written on the inside.
Explain.
It said simply.
I wrote back in words that looked like chicken scratch-well, compared to his-and slid the paper back to him.
Not on this piece of paper…I can't explain myself with writing.
I heard him sigh and begin writing again.
Meet me outside.
I turned to look at him incredulously but he was looking straightforward.
When?
He answered without hesitation.
Now.
Then he raised his hand.
"Yes, Mr. Cullen?" Mr. Smith said impatiently.
"I need to go to my locker," Edward lied.
"Don't be too long."
Edward gave me a look before leaving and a minute after I raised my own hand.
"Yes, Ms. Swan?" Mr. Smith asked, annoyed now.
I went to the front of the classroom so I was close to Mr. Smith.
"I'm having some lady problems," I whispered.
"Oh," he said, disturbed. "You may be excused."
I left immediately, nearly running out of the building only to be trampled into Edward.
"Oomph" I let out.
"Sorry," Edward said softly, grabbing my shoulders and steadying them.
I sighed. "So."
"So?" Edward asked. "Explain please."
"Well," I started "I couldn't do it."
"What do you mean?" Clearly, Edward was not used to feeling any guilt towards other people's feelings.
"Ugh," I sighed again, "you wouldn't understand. Edward, I'm sorry-I'm not breaking up with Jacob."
"Hmm," Edward grabbed my waist and pushed me against the brick wall softly. "Then I guess we're gonna have to lie to him," he whispered and pressing his lips softly against mine-making this situation a lot harder than it should be.
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A/N-Oh man. It's been a long day. I have a feeling I can't fit another chapter in tonight. Tomorrow I'm working all day-my cousin/boss just called and told me that like 10 minutes ago. He's like 'Oh you're schedule was wrong' and I'm like 'Oh, tough.' Haha okay I didn't say that. But I would have if I wanted to get fired.
Getting off topic haha.
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