I own nothing.
I feel like such a douche. The movie quote I gave y'all in the last chapter was wrong. I'm a lame ass. When I watched the movie again with my brother a couple days ago I realised that it was "There are enough ASSHOLES in the world, don't be another one." It's assholes not hassles. No wonder nobody got it. I apologize for the mistake, but you must admit that assholes does sound like hassles.
Anyway, I've left another movie quote in this chapter (besides the obvious ones from Twilight). I think that it's a bit easier and I'm sure that it is right this time. I will send the first person to review with the right answer my recipe for my special brownies. Yummy. If that person wants it. I would be really surprised if someone got both quotes from this chapter and the last.
Here's chapter 6!
Edward gave in. He didn't want to and he was positive that it was a huge mistake. "Having the police chief's daughter sell weed is either going to hurt us or help us," he said. He wasn't even sure if people would buy from me which is why I think he lost the fire in his fight to convince me that I shouldn't. He didn't think I could do it, which only made me want to try harder to prove him wrong. However reluctant he was about the whole situation, he was still helpful. He told me everything he knew about selling pot, over the phone of course. We have yet to meet in person. There's not a reason behind it, we're both just really busy. When he finally agreed to let me sell I thought that we would get to meet, you know, because I would need to get my merchandise from him, but he informed me that I would have to go see his "guy" for that.
He gave me an address in Port Angeles and told me to go there at 5 PM on Saturday. I was extremely nervous, my mind full of questions, none of which I would ask Edward, because he would most likely see it as weakness and change his mind about me selling. In my mind, I imagined mobsters or gangsters with guns and drugs in a warehouse in an old deserted part of town. However worked up I got though, I sucked it up and went anyway.
Imagine my surprise and relief when the address Edward gave me led me to a beautiful cottage home at the end of a dirt road. After I knocked on the door I was greeted by a lovely middle age woman. She said that her name was Esme and that she had been expecting me. She led me into her home to the kitchen where she offered me a cup of tea.
She put me at ease with small talk so much so that I forgot that I was there to buy marijuana. So when she excused herself and disappeared into the other room only to return moments later with a large plastic bag filled with smaller plastic bags filled with weed I was taken back for a second. Seeing her standing there offering me the bag in her perfect house in her spotless kitchen with perfect caramel hair in her heels and pearls was a shock. I snapped out of it and took the bag from her when she began to shake it at me and placed it in my old messenger bag from high school. Edward told me I would need a bag, he suggested a diaper bag, but I didn't have an extra.
When I asked her how much I owed her for it she said that Edward had covered me for three ounces. I noticed that her demeanor had changed when she started talking about business. She was extremely serious, almost mean. She informed me that next time I came to get more I would need to call first, for my own safety, and then she had me memorize her number. She said not to ever write it down or save it in any phone. She also said that next time I would need to pay in cash, $350 an ounce and that I would need to break it down myself. So I would need a scale and my own baggies. Before I left she said that if I could do those things then we shouldn't have any problems.
The next day my pager, the one Edward suggested that I get, blew up. Apparently Edward had given his Forks customers my number. He said that this was good for them because instead of them coming all the way to him in PA, I could go to them, which is what I spent my Sunday doing. Jackson offered to keep Sheridan while I went out to "run some errands". He didn't know it then, but he would've been keeping her whether he offered or not.
First, I went to Jamie's, the wild woman who lives in the upstairs apartment across from Fran's liquor store. Fran had told me all about the men who come in and out of her apartment, one of those men being Carlisle Cullen.
Then, there was Seth, a young Native American kid from La Push. I call him a kid but in truth he's only two or three years younger than me. I met him at an old abandoned grocery store parking lot in town where a lot of kids hang out and skate board. He bought a whole ounce so I was worried that he planned to sale to some of the kids there, but he assured me that he and some friends his age were splitting it up. I'm not sure if I was truly convinced or if he distracted me with his sweet smile and boyish good looks but I sold it to him. The boy is a charmer, which makes him dangerous.
Sometimes I was surprised by who paged me, and other times I wasn't. Like when Emmett paged me, not much of a surprise, or Carlise either, but Mrs. Lipman from next door, now that was a surprise. I just couldnl't picture the little 80 year old lady with glacoma and almost no hair smoking a doobie before Sunday morning services at the Baptist church.
I burned through the rest of my supply at work the next couple of days. Word gets around quick in a small town. Most people who bought from me at work would buy a gram, which was good for me because it was more discreet and grams had a larger profit margin than an eighth or quarter sack.
It wasn't until I found myself getting ready to call Esme for the first time that I took a second to really think about what I was doing. The chances that I was taking. It took a few seconds of thinking about that for the panic to bubble up, but somehow I found an inner strength from somewhere, and pushed it down. I couldn't think about that. If I allowed myself to think too much I would back out, and I couldn't back out now. Not with the profit I made in three days upstairs in my tampon box under the sink in my bathroom with the rest of the supply I had left. In three days I made what takes me two weeks to make at Fran's.
So, here I stand, for the second time in my whole life, at Esme's door, waiting for her to answer. I probably look like a high school student standing here wearing my empty messenger bag, blue jeans and my old Forks High Softball sweatshirt. It doesn't take her long to answer.
"Hello Bella. Come on in." She greets me kindly in all her perfection. "How've you been?" she asks as if we hadn't just seen each other just a few days ago, when I enter her home.
"I've been great. How bout you?" I ask as she leads me into the kitchen from which some wonderful smells are coming. Maybe sooner or later with some of the extra money I'm making I can cook something besides hamburger helper for Sheridan, Jackson and myself.
"I've been good, just staying busy." Upon entering the kitchen I notice that we're not alone. Sitting at the table chopping vegetables is Alice. "Bella, I'd like for you to meet my daughter Alice." Alice smiled brightly up at me and then at her mother.
"Actually mom, Bella and I've already met. She came to the shop to have some work done on her car not too long ago," she said as she stood. Then she walked over to me and gave me a gentle hug. "It's good to see you again Bella."
"You too Alice." Before she pulled away I felt a soft kick against my stomach. Then I noticed the sling Alice wore over her shoulder and the small bump under her breasts.
"Well then Bella, I'd like for you to meet my grand daughter Everlee." Esme said as she lifted a tiny baby girl from the sling around Alice.
When I saw Everlee's face I gasped. She was one of the two most beautiful babies I had ever seen. She looked exactly like Sheridan did as an infant. "She's beautiful." I mumbled in my stunned state.
"Isn't she?" Esme asked proudly.
How is this possible?
"Bella? Are you ok?" Alice asked. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
"Oh. Yes. I'm fine," I said nervously looking at Alice. "It's just that she's so stunning."
Could I just come right out and ask who her baby's daddy was or was that rude?
"Would you like to stay for dinner?" Esme asked. "We made couscous."
"Really? Couscous. The food so nice, they named it twice." I replied nervously again. Then felt like a complete idiot immediately after. Where did that verbal diarrhea come from? Must shut up soon. "Uhh, no, actually, I really need to get home. I still need to cook dinner myself."
"Of course," Esme said as she handed Everlie back to Alice. "How much do you want?"
"Four ounces please."
"Alright. Just a sec." she said before she disappeared into the other room.
"So Bella, we should get together sometime and have lunch or go shopping maybe." Alice said as she put Everlie back into the sling and sat down to finish chopping veggies. I didn't miss the subtle glance at my clothes when she mentioned shopping.
"That sounds nice Alice, I know I need to do some shopping for myself but it may be a while before I have the money. I still need to pay Edward back." I didn't like sharing my money problems with people but she had to see that I wasn't the type to go on a shopping spree on a whim.
"Edward finally told you it was him who paid for your brakes?" she asked as she sliced into a juicy tomato. When my jaw dropped open she looked up and slapped her hand over her mouth. "Shit! I guess he didn't."
"No, I was talking about paying him back for my first buy, which he covered for me…So, Edward paid for my brakes too?" I asked more to myself than to Alice. "So, the description you gave me of the person who had supposedly paid was just made up right?"
"Yes, I just made it up. When you asked I just tried to be vague, I really didn't know what to say. I'm sorry I lied to you Bella, but Edward was pretty adamant about you not knowing it was him."
"Here you are hon!" Esme called as she entered the kitchen.
"Thanks." I mumbled as I stuffed the four ounces into my bag. "See ya next time." I said before handing Esme fourteen hundred and turning to leave.
Later that night, I was finally able to get Edward on the phone.
"I didn't tell you because I knew that you would think that I was a creepy stalker. I mean, we were completely strangers then! Tell me you wouldn't have thought it was wierd. And if you didn't know who paid for your brakes you wouldn't know who to try to pay back, like I'm sure your're going to try to do. "
"Well of course I'm going to pay you back! And I get why you didn't tell me, Edward, but what I don't get is why you did it to begin with. Why would you think that I needed help when you didn't even know me?"
He was silent.
"Edward? Tell me. Did Jasper say something to you about me before he left?"
"He told me about Jeff. He told me about how he died. We were both pretty stoned. I think he just needed someone to talk to. He told me about you and Sheridan, about how you were worried and how he was worried about you both."
He paused for a moment and then he said, "I feel very protective of you Bella."
I didn't know what to say.
"I guess wtih everything Jasper told me about you, I grew attached. You weren't as much of a stranger to me as I was to you. Then when Alice told me you had come into the shop while I was gone, I didn't think twice about not charging you for the work on your brakes. I would've done anything to help you. I still would."