No, I'm not DEAD. And please check out part of my story on My-x-Little-x-Decoy. Danke. XD Well, its been a while, yes, but get OVER it. I'm WORKING ON IT! D:
Chapter Eleven (HA I REMEMBERED)
"Yes, Dad," I responded. It had been two months since I started dating Carlisle, and my father just found out. Wow. Just.. wow.
"You're using protection?" he asked uncomfortably.
My orange juice sprayed him in the face, and he blinked. I blinked, too. "I am so sorry! We haven't.. done that, Dad!"
He wiped my spit off his face, and said, "That's good. You should wait until you're thirty, anyhow."
Thirty? Dads. Pshh.
Ten minutes later, I was leaving the house, and I was off to school. Graduation was in two weeks. Yippie.
Carlisle was waiting for me, and he opened the door to his new black Porche 911 Turbo. He gave me his Mercedes S55 AMG. I love him so much.
He kissed me lightly on the lips, and closed my door.
Carlisle slid into the car and backed out of my driveway.
Soon we were pulling up to Forks High School. We still got some pretty weird stares from people about it, but it's not like it was a secret anymore, now, was it? After all, Mike Newton had blabbed to the whole town and beyond after he say the kiss at the movie theatre, and so by noon the next morning, the whole town knew.. and if Charlie had known, he hadn't let on to know, considering the little talk with questions and such he gave me, of which I didn't particularly enjoy. Nor did he, I could imagine.
Right as I was about to get out of the car to go through another miserable day of school, Carlisle leaned over and kissed me, thoroughly dazing me to the point of no return.
I kissed him back, and pulled away for air. I turned to see his angelic face smirking.
"If I fall and wind up at the hospital for that, we all know who's fault it is," I warned him.
He smirked larger. "That would be the point, Bella."
"Oh." Right. Of course. Duh, now I feel stupid.
I opened the car door, and promptly stumbled out of the car. I heard Carlisle chuckle, and I shut the car door, and stumbled away to my first class.
My classes passed by in a blur until I got to lunch.
The minute I walked into the cafeteria, every eye turned to stare at me. I gulped, and moved to the lunch line.
I wound up sitting alone, in the parking lot, eating a peanut butter sandwich and drinking a bottle of lemonade. This was beyond pathetic.
By the end of the day, I was so tired, I could have just gone to sleep in the middle of the parking lot.
Carlisle pulled up, and I practically attacked the Mercedes trying to get in. I fell onto Carlisle's arm, slammed the door, and said, "Drive, man, DRIVE!"
His eyes widened and he took off. I buckled my seatbelt while he asked me why I demanded him to "peel some rubber." He should never say that again. Ever. It's not working for him.
"First, don't say that. It's not going well. Second, I had a really bad day, full of stares and lonely lunches. And third, I am so damned tired, I could sleep for a year," I said, laying my head back and closing my eyes.
I felt his hand cover mine, and I smiled. At least I still had Carlisle, right? I guess that made everything okay.
Agh. Sorry it is so short. I still have brain cramps, and this dream I had about my boyfriend is still stuck in my head and I can't think. So, at least I updated, right?
