Chapter 9
Beta'd by princess07890
Bella POV
Bella? Open your beautiful eyes. Isabella.
"Wake up for me, little girl." He stirred me from my sleep. I slowly opened my eyes to the beautiful face of my Adonis. I would have kissed him right there had it not been for my fear of morning breath.
"Five more minutes…" I groaned.
"You've been saying that for fifteen minutes, Isabella." He chuckled.
"I have? Well, I don't remember anything, so it doesn't count." I said. I closed my eyes, attempting to fall asleep again.
"Oh no, you don't," He slid his arms underneath my form and lifted me, holding me like a baby. I was glad I had put a long sleeved on shirt last night. I almost didn't because I was so worn out.
"I could probably sleep more peacefully here…" I mumbled, nuzzling myself against his chest.
"I'll throw you in the tub," He warned. Remembering my cuts, and not wanting to get wet, I woke up instantly.
"No!" I clung to his neck.
"Well, then, wake up, beautiful." He said.
"Ugh, why do we have to go to school today?" I groaned.
"We have to go because that is what Alice promised the principal. She said that you would be there within a certain amount time. If not, then guess who is getting informed that their daughter has missed her first two days of school?" He asked rhetorically.
"Alright…" I sighed. I knew he was right. He slowly sat me down on my feet. I wobbled a bit at first, but eventually, I gained my footing. It took me a minute to get my thoughts together.
"I'm going to shower." I told him. I went to my dresser and pulled out some dark jeans, a fitted Korn band shirt, and a plain black bra and panties.
"May I join you?" I heard Edward's velvet voice ask. I suddenly felt strong arms embrace me. Oh shit.
"U-umm…"
Fuck! He cannot know about my cuts! How am I going to get out of this? Why was I so nervous? Lying was like second nature to me. I guess it won't work with Edward.
"A-actually, I have to shave…" I tried. "You know, I'm part Italian so…" God, this was humiliating. I got the same horrible guilty feeling at the pit of my stomach like I did the last time I lied to him…
He nuzzled his face into my neck.
"I don't mind…I could do it if you want, actually." He offered eagerly. This man! Why did that turn me on?
I shrugged out of his grasp.
"No, t-that's ok." I said. I clutched my clothes closer to my chest. I wanted to, badly but, I guess this was one of the disadvantages of cutting.
I squeezed past him and walked out of the room. I sighed. I wouldn't get to share a shower with him any time soon, unfortunately.
I entered the bathroom, shutting the door. I went straight to the mirror. Ugh, the one thing bad about having long hair is that it gets really ratty. I yanked my hairbrush from under the sink and roughly brushed through it. I always brushed my hair before a shower because it's so much easier to deal with afterwards.
After brushing my hair, I took a quick shower, making sure to shave important places. I then dried off and applied the make-up to my arms. I didn't have to use as much as usual because my cuts have now healed into shiny pink marks.
I knew it was only a matter of time, though. I was already getting the urge to cut again. I hadn't gone so long without since I'd started. I miss the coolness of the blade against my skin, the sharp sting that came when I sliced it open. I missed the beautiful sight of blood seeping through the wound. I missed the endorphin induced high afterwards. I could almost feel the metal against my arm.
Instinctively, I grabbed my wrist and dug my nails into the skin there. It offered some relief, but not much.
A knock on the door snapped me from my thoughts.
"Uh, yeah?" I called.
"I do not mean to rush you, but we will be late if you are not out soon." Edward said through the door. Shit.
"Oh, um, I'm almost done!" I told him. I shuffled to get my clothes on. Of course, in my rush, I put my shirt on backwards, so I had to switch it around before finally opening the door. There stood my Adonis, wearing washed out jeans, and a black button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up sloppily to the elbow. My mouth went slack. Why does he have to be so handsome? There is no doubt in my mind that he has gotten modeling offers before.
"See something you like?" He teased.
"Ha! 'Like' is the understatement of the century." I scoffed. Before I knew what was happening, he had me pinned to the wall, crushing his honey tasting lips to mine.
"You are mouthwatering." He murmured when we parted. He brought up a restrained wrist and slowly skimmed his nose along the skin there. His eyebrows came together.
"Isabella, why does your arm smell of make-up?" He questioned. I paled instantly. My body went rigid. Normally in situations like this I would dig my nails into my skin, but he had my hands in his.
Come on, idiot! You can cover this up. You've done it a hundred times before! I racked my brain for an excuse.
"I spilled some foundation earlier and I tried to clean it up with my hands at first. I washed it off, but I guess you would be able to smell it." I forced myself to lie smoothly.
"Why would you need foundation? You have such beautiful skin." Phew! That was a close one. How would I keep that lie up though? I guess I would just have to prevent him from asking.
After another mini make-out session, we headed downstairs. I went straight to the kitchen to quickly prepare some coffee. I made sure to put five scoops in for two cups since I liked my coffee strong in the morning. I waited impatiently for the coffee to finish. Thankfully, Charlie was clever enough to invest in a Bunn a couple years back, so it didn't take very long. After it was done, I put two ice cubes in it and sloshed the pot around to allow it to cool slightly. Then, I picked up the coffee pot, put my lips the beak, and gulped it down. It was a bad habit I'd picked up a long time ago.
When I was finished, I rinsed the coffee pot out, and put it back in its place. I also rinsed my mouth out to get the coffee smell and taste from it.
"There are coffee cups in the cabinet, you know." I heard Edward say. I looked over to find him staring in amusement.
"I know, but this is faster." I defended. He just smiled and shook his head.
"Come on, little girl, or we will be late." He said. I traveled over to the coat rack and put on my usual jacket. I slipped on my motorcycle boots that were with the rest of the shoes below the rack; they were my favorite shoes.
"Alright, let's go." I turned and Edward was right in front of me. I jumped back slightly. He put his arm around my waist and pulled me to him.
"Come on," He said. I reveled in the feeling of his arms around me. I felt so...safe. I went along with him and got in when he opened the door to the Volvo for me. He was getting in on the other side before I could start buckling my seatbelt. He smiled over at me and started the ignition, backing out of the drive way. Curious, I opened the glove compartment and pulled out the CDs that were jammed inside. I found a lot of classical music, as well as some bands that I liked.
"You listen to OtherLives?" I questioned. "I fucking love this band."
"I like them, as well, but Jasper's the one who put that in there." He informed me. I nodded and got the CD out of the case. I slipped it in the player and pressed skip until I found my favorite song of theirs, Dust Bowl III. I put my knees up and stared at the green haze out the window.
All too soon, we were there. I switched off the CD and unbuckled my seatbelt. I groaned. Edward took my hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. I sighed and opened the passenger door. I shut it at about the same time I heard Edward's door slam. We met around the front of the Volvo, where he grabbed both my arms, yanking me to him. He mashed our lips together and pulled away all too quickly. I pouted and he just smirked.
"Let's go get your schedule." He chuckled. He wrapped his arm around my waist and led me across the parking lot. People were staring, some with disbelief, some with jealousy. I even saw a few angry glares.
"Who is she?"
"What's that bitch doing with him?"
"Edward Cullen has a girlfriend?"
"I thought he didn't date."
I heard many jumbled comments, and I knew this was going to be an interesting day. It seemed like an eternity before we finally reached the front office. I sighed in relief when I noticed it was void of students.
"Ugh, I hate this. Don't people have anything better to do?" I complained to Edward.
"Apparently not; they still ogle us 24/7." He replied.
"I can understand that. I mean, they go to school with a pack of Greek gods. Why wouldn't they?" I sighed. He pulled me to him for another quick kiss.
"Ahem." I heard a throat clear. I followed the sound to a rather overweight red-headed woman. She looked to be about 50 years old. Aging lines decorated her face and she wore big black glasses.
"What can I do for you?" She asked a bit too sweetly. She sported a fake smile and looked at us expectantly. I caught a look at her name tag; Mrs. Cope.
"Oh, um, I need my schedule." I told her.
"Are you Isabella Swan?" She guessed.
"It's just Bella," I corrected.
"Well, Bella, I have your schedule right here." She opened a file folder and pulled out a blindingly white piece of paper. She handed it to me and her eyes wandered to Edward. She quickly averted them to me and I think I saw a bit of jealousy in her eyes. That's just gross.
"Thank you," Edward said quickly. He practically yanked me to him and we rushed out of there. When we were a safe distance away, I let out the laughter I had been holding.
"Does she have a crush on you?" I snickered.
"Yes," He sighed.
"That's gross." I said.
"I know," He grimaced. I shifted uncomfortably. My core has been throbbing all morning and I didn't know what to do about it. I can't imagine it getting worse than this.
"How are we going to go seven hours with ou-" I started to groan.
"We won't." He cut me off. I was confused at first, but then, I remembered. 'You're not the only one.' Rosalie had said. 'Emmett and I still have to meet in the locker room at times; it's the same for Jasper and Alice.'
"Oh," I sighed, a bit relieved. How many classes do we even have together? I looked down at my schedule.
Senior class schedule: Swan, Isabella
Locker: 311 Number: 16(left) 5(rotate to right twice before resting) 23(left)
First period (8:15-9:11): 1th British Literature, Mr. Berty
Second period (9:15-10:11): Calculus, Mrs. Argol
Spartan Study/Announcements (10:15-10:45)
Third period (10:49-11:45): PE, Mr. Clapp
Lunch/Free Period (11:45-12:15)
Fourth period (12:19-1:15): Biology, Mr. Froll
Fifth period (1:19-2:15): Italian, Ms. Lombardi
Sixth Period (2:19-3:15): World History
I laughed at the last one.
"I guess I'm learning Italian again." I snickered. He laughed along with me.
"I have first, fourth, fifth, and sixth with you." He said. I grinned.
"You forgot 'Free Period'," I joked. He rolled his eyes and pulled me in for yet another kiss. I glanced at the clock in the hallway when we parted. It was 8:00. We had fifteen minutes until first period. I was just about to continue our mini make-out session when I heard a nasal voice.
"Oh Edward," I watched as a fake bleach blonde girl approached. She looked to weigh only 90 pounds, which, on her body looked sick.
"So…there is this new movie out and I have th-"Her eyeliner sheathed eyes rested on me.
"Who is she," She sneered. "Did your parents adopt another kid?" Edwards jaw clenched.
"This just happens to be my girlfriend." He snapped. His arm got tighter around me.
"But, I thought I was your girlfriend," She rolled her eyes.
"What in the name of anything made you think that you were my girlfriend?" Edward asked in disbelief.
"You said that you would give us a chance." She answered, getting closer.
"Lauren," He sighed. "We did a project together three months ago and I said I would give you a chance to work on it."
"Oh, come on," She attempted to be seductive. "I even bought this sexy little bra and panty set…" She trailed off. Ok, that was it.
"Ha!" I scoffed, "Like anyone would want to see you in lingerie."
"Did I ask you?" She turned to me.
"No, I'm telling you." I shot back. "Look at you, your ribs are poking through your shirt." I pointed to her ribs.
"That's disgusting, and I'm pretty sure Edward isn't in to fake tits." I gestured to her fake-as-hell DD breasts.
"These are not fake!" She shouted.
"Yeah and Jeffree Star isn't gay." I replied sarcastically.
"You bitch!" She yelled and threw a fist at me. I easily dodged it, causing the force of her own punch to jerk her forward. She looked like an idiot.
"Whoa, don't hurt yourself, sweetie." I teased. She glared at me, holding on to her boney shoulder. She must have injured it.
"Now, I suggest you move your non-existent ass out of the way before you really get an injury." I narrowed my eyes at her. She stayed where she was. I shrugged and shoved her out of the way. She hit the wall.
"Owey!" She cried. Fucking weakling. Edward pulled me away from the scene and headed for class.
"This isn't over, bitch!" She called. How cliché.
"Really fucking original," I called back. Edward squeezed my hand.
"Well, it's nice to know that you can handle the girls here," He said relieved. "Just don't do that with the guys; I do not want you touching them, nor do I want you conversing with them. You can answer a question if they ask you first, but it better be educational. If anybody tries to make a move on you and I am not there, come and get me. I don't care what you are doing, it doesn't matter what I am doing; come and get me, and I will handle it." He assured me. We were right next to the classroom now. He led me into the door. We were the first ones here, since we were 10 minutes early.
"Ah, you must be Isabella!" I turned to see a man in his sixties. He had random gray hairs and worry lines on his face. Thick glasses rested on his nose.
"It's just Bella." I corrected for the second time that day. He smiled.
"Well, Bella, you can sit where you'd like." He told me. Edward tugged on my arm and I followed him to the back of the room. He sat at the back corner and gestured for me to sit next to him. I settled in the uncomfortable chair.
"Alright, what else?" I asked, getting back to the subject at hand.
"Need I remind you about not interfering, or did you learn your lesson?"
"I don't know," I sighed. "I think you might have to spank me again." I teased, biting my lip. His eyes darkened.
"You're going to get it at free period. You won't be walking straight the rest of the day." He promised. I bit my lip and shifted uncomfortably. My sex was swollen and wet; lunch couldn't come fast enough at that moment.
"Umm, excuse me?" I heard a squeaky voice. I peeked up to be faced with a face completely caked with make-up. You could tell this girl used Easy Tan. Around her fake orange-ish tan, she wore bright red lipstick and a large amount of blue eye shadow on her face. On her body was hardly anything; a bright pink halter top, and a too tight mini skirt that covered only half of her, like Lauren's, non-existent ass. What the hell was up with these girls? Did they even enforce the dress code around here? What made it even worse was that they were wearing this in weather that was almost always rainy.
"That's my seat." She said, looking expectantly at me. She glanced at Edward and batted her eyelashes, flipping her mousy brown hair.
"I don't see your name on it." She turned her attention back to me and I pretended to be searching the desk for the letters of her name.
"Well, I always sit by Edward…so scram." She waved me off.
"Now his girlfriend is sitting by him." I smiled sickly sweet. She sighed.
"Would you just get out of my seat? He doesn't have girlfriend…yet." She hinted, glancing back at Edward.
"Actually, I do happen to have a girlfriend, and she is sitting right next to me." He backed me up.
"Yeah, move along clown-face." I told her. She sneered.
"You-" She started.
"Jessica Stanley! Sit down or get out!" Mr. Berty cut her off. She huffed and moved to the front of the class. She plopped her boney ass down and threw me one last glare before turning her attention to the teacher.
"Jeez, how many bitches are there?" I wondered under my breath. Edward took my hand and squeezed it, understandingly.
The next two periods, were torturous for two reasons. Reason one, Edward was not with me, and reason two, I hated math and gym. When the bell rang for lunch time, you could imagine my excitement. I practically skipped out of there, almost running in to Edward, who was waiting outside of the door. He caught my hands before I could, though.
"Whoa, there, little girl; what has you so worked up?" He smirked, knowing full well what the answer was. I playfully smacked him in the arm.
"You know why," I said. "So…where are we going to do this?"
"No, no, no, you have to eat first. I am not going to have an unhealthy mate." He declared. I felt like my puppy just died and I probably looked like it too.
"Hey, do not fret. You have to eat, honey." He soothed. I pouted but nodded. He wrapped his arm around my waist and led me to the lunch building. He practically glared at the whole male population. His hold on my waist got painful at times, but I loved it there.
I sighed in relief when we finally reached his family's table. They smiled welcomingly at us. Edward sat down and I was about head for the lunch line when I was stopped.
"Oh no you don't," Edward scolded. He pulled me into his lap.
"I thought you wanted me to eat." I was confused.
"Not that stuff." He responded.
"Esme packed you a lunch." Alice chimed in, holding a full brown bag out to me.
"Why would she pack me a lunch? They have food here, you know."
"Half the stuff up there is expired and freezer burnt; it's not healthy. Everything in here is organic and yummy." She replied.
"How would you know that it is yummy?" I half kidded. She rolled her eyes.
"Just try it." She sighed. I rolled my eyes but took the bag from her.
I reached into the bag and pulled out the first thing I touched. It was a yogurt cup. I really didn't like yogurt that much, but who was I to refuse? I reached into the bag and felt around for a spoon. My hand touched something metal. I pulled it out. Wow. Esme packed actual silverware. I peeled the top of the yogurt open and took a glob of it with my spoon put it in my mouth and oh my god. It tasted so good! It was unlike any yogurt I had ever had. It had a cream cheese taste, with a hint of honey.
"Oh my god! What is this?" I questioned, taking another bite. Alice grinned.
"It's called The Greek Gods yogurt. It is organic and grade A." She told me.
"Well, it tastes amazing." I said. I finished the yogurt quickly and then moved on to my sandwich, which, of course, tasted great. I conversed a bit with the family. I tried to finish up quickly, though, I really needed Edward.
"Are you almost done, little girl?" He asked. I nodded and finished my last strawberry.
"Hey, not that I don't love it, but why do you call me little girl?" I questioned, curiously.
"You are my little girl. You are tiny and you're my girl. Little girl." He answered. Something then occurred to me and a sinister smile spread across my face.
"So…" I started innocently. "If I'm your little girl…does that mean you're my daddy?" I purred in his ear. I felt a growl rumble up in his chest, and I swear I felt his dick twitch.
"I think I like the sound of that…" He trailed off huskily. I giggled and started to grind myself into his erection.
"I've been very naughty, daddy. Your little girl may need punished." I murmured. He abruptly grabbed my neck and pulled back, causing the back of my head to rest on his shoulder. He put his lips to my ear.
"What has my little girl done wrong?" He whispered seductively. If we kept this up, I wouldn't be opposed to having him fuck me right there. My sex was so wet that I'm sure there was a wet spot between my legs. Pure need coursed through my body. I swallowed, hyper aware of his hand on my neck.
"I just want to suck on my lollipop," I whimpered.
"PLEASE!" I heard a voice suddenly beg. I peeked over to see Jasper holding his head in his hands.
"Go fuck, do what you need to do, but, please, try to control it! I can't handle it!" He exclaimed. My eyes then scanned the family. Alice was soothing Jasper, Rosalie was fanning herself, and Emmett was grinning ear to ear.
"Sorry," I apologized quickly.
"Maybe we should go somewhere else." I whispered in his ear.
"Yep," He answered too quickly. He yanked me into his arms and carried me out of there bridal style. I didn't care if people saw. As soon as he got to where nobody could see us, he was off, vampire speed, towards the forest. I hardly even noticed the speed in my aroused state. We stopped at a fallen tree. Moss was overloading the surface like it did everywhere else in Forks. He carried me over to the tree and set me down. He faced me towards the tree and pushed me down so my torso was resting on the surface.
"You look so naughty bent over like this." He said, giving my ass a light tap.
"Edward, please! I need you," I whimpered. He grabbed my hips.
"Alright, little girl, we have to make this quick." He said.
"Mmm," I moaned as he forced my jeans and panties down, exposing my ass and sex. I heard a zipper and then felt the tip of him graze my lips.
"Jesus, you're so wet," He groaned.
"Please," I begged. He ran the tip of himself over my clit, making my breath hitch and then rush out.
"Please what," He questioned, rubbing my ass.
"Please, fuck me!" I exclaimed, pressing against him, attempting to force him in.
"My naughty little eager mate," He murmured, holding me down so that I couldn't push back any more. Without warning, He slammed into me.
"Aah!" I squeaked at being filled so suddenly.
"More!" I pleaded. He pulled almost all the way back out and rammed into me once again, but this time he didn't pause.
"Ugh. You're. So. Tight." He grunted between thrusts.
"Oh!" I gasped. His thrusts got deeper and faster as we went until he was going at almost vampire speed. My nails dug into the soft moss and my teeth clenched.
"Is this what you want?" He demanded roughly. I just gasped at the intense pleasure building inside of me. When I didn't answer, he grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head back, keeping his pumps constant.
"Answer me!" He commanded. I could tell all of the repressed tension and lust of the day was being released right then.
"Yes!" I panted. "I've wanted you inside of me all day!" At that, his thrusts intensified, almost sending me over that edge. I was a panting mess, and sweat began to bead on the back of my neck and forehead. The speed and intensity at which he went was sending me over the edge much quicker than usual.
"E-Edward, I'm gonna cum!" I exclaimed.
"No!" He shouted, pulling at my hair more forcefully. "You will not cum until I do!"
"But I-"
"I said NO!" He gritted between thrusts. At that point, I was trying everything I could to hold back my impending orgasm. I knew not to disobey him like that, but I needed to cum.
"Aaaaahhhh," I growled in frustration. It was like he was setting me up for failure! I started to scratch the hell out of the surface of the fallen tree. Moss built up under my nails quickly. I tried to recite lines from some of my favorite books in my head, but Edward's grunts drowned all of my thoughts out and all I could thing about was my release.
"Edward, PLEASE!" I begged desperately. My fists clenched as I entered the point of no return. I ground my teeth together so hard it hurt.
"Ugh, I'm cumming! Cum with me Isabella!" He ordered. With one last thrust, I clenched around him.
"FUCK!" I shrieked. I think I heard Edward growling, but I'm not sure. All I could think about were the sweet spasms of pleasure that rocked through my body and the warmth that spread between my legs, and down my thighs. I felt the heat of my own cum mixed with the coolness of his running down the inside of my thighs.
As the spasms of pleasure gradually got smaller, I became more aware. When I opened my eyes, I was staring at Edward's neck. He must have picked me up when I was in that state of incoherency.
"That was refreshing," I sighed.
"That's a bit of an understatement." He said. I nodded.
"Agreed," I said. He slowly set me down, only to have me collapse. He caught me before I could hit the ground.
"Whoa," He balanced me.
"You weren't kidding when you promised me instability." I snickered. My legs felt like Jell-O.
"I keep my promises." He said with pride.
"Well it's a good thing you are in the rest of my classes with me, or else there wouldn't be any one to hold me up." I said with relief.
"I'll always be there to hold you," He pledged.
"I'm always available to carry," I laughed. He laughed along with me before giving me one last kiss and heading back to school.
Hey guys! Hope it lived up to your expectations! Don't worry, Bella will get confronted by a guy soon, but any sane person who wants to mess with Edward Cullen has to build confidence! Btw, I just got a wonderful new beta, princess07890! She is patient and excuses my moments of lacking common sense. She revised my older chapters, so if you want to go back and read, you can. No spelling mistakes! Review! (Will soon be changing my user name to VampireMater311 I think)