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And everyone suggested great books… the only problem was that I'd already read about 90 percent of them… oh well, there's always that other ten percent!
So I got a great response to the make out session last time… so I'm pretty convinced that I want to do it again if that's the response I get…
I might just do another one. Give me the same response and I might go further quicker ; ) !
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VOTE FOR PEDRO-
Last on silence-
I walked inside with the bags and looked around. It was weird looking… like the walls were just a plain white and the only pictures were of her. None of Charlie, or her late husband, or me.
There was a table with one dated about ten years back and… that's the time I would've last seen her. She wasn't how I remembered in the picture either.
Maybe it was just me. She sat down and started knitting, sending me off to a room in the back of the house. I thanked her and she nodded.
I frowned. The room I was sent to had a twin bed, and nothing else. It seemed weird not to have Charlie here. It was 5 O'clock and I was wondering if she was expecting me to make her dinner… would she have told me? Should I go and make it anyways?
The woman out there didn't resemble my Grandmother. I wanted Edward back. Worse than everything else? I had therapy tomorrow. Would Edward make it?
I looked down at the address they had given me. I didn't want to go… but maybe it would relieve some of the stress I was feeling right now.
I wanted Edward. I couldn't believe this was happening… after last night… I didn't want to leave Edward, and it seemed like my grandma was annoyed with my being here. This was, of course, better than anything I'd ever have to deal with pertaining to Charlie, but I didn't feel loved here either.
I sat down on the bed and started to cry.
Currently on silence-
I found out that morning after that my car had been transported to my gram's house. It was a normality that I was thankful for. I missed it.
The bad news was that Gram wasn't acting any better… she was sleeping past 5 this morning, and I specifically remembered her having night terrors and trouble sleeping. I just couldn't shake the feeling.
The good news out of this was that I'd turn 18 next month, and I didn't have to stay with her until after then.
I really didn't know what was wrong… she was just acting off.
Just a month. I kept telling myself, and I could do anything for a month. Maybe I could even move back with Edward…
His parents and family were probably going to be staying for the rest of the week so next month when I was free… I could move in with my hypersexual boyfriend.
I wondered where his pills were so that I could hide them…
I giggled, climbing into my truck. The drive to school was relatively easy and I was happy to see Edward's car next to my usual spot.
He looked troubled. Jessica and Lauren were stalking him again, telling him things it didn't look like he wanted to hear.
I parked next to him. Immediately, he maneuvered out of their way and came to wrap me in his arms. Unfortunately, they followed him. We groaned.
I heard Jessica chomp on her gum, "So, Isabella," she sneered, "I went to your trial, and I gotta say that you're seriously messed up."
I knew that. The old information didn't exactly bother me, but it bothered Edward.
He glared at them, "Go stuff your bras or something, ladies, and leave her alone."
They blushed, looking down at their chests and my eyes widened in amusement at the realization that they actually did, or else why would they be embarrassed?
They scurried away and Edward turned to me, changing the subject.
He appraised me and narrowed his eyes. "You were crying?" He asked, worried, as he smoothed hair out of my face.
I blinked, "But that was last night… how would you know that?" I asked curiously.
He cupped my face and laid his forehead on mine, "Because you just don't look very happy." He said.
I smiled, "I'm okay now, just some Grandma problems." His eyes narrowed. "And missing you, I can't wait until I turn 18 next month, but it'll be hard to transfer back to the old house… everywhere I look I'll be reminded of him…" I said.
He looked amused, "But you aren't going back. You're moving in with me."
I bit my lip and smiled.
I leaned up and kissed him in appreciation.
Hi was shocked, but happy, when he crushed my body against his car and I melted into his form and lips. He kept the hands innocent, unfortunately, even though we were in a parking lot.
Don't get me wrong, I'm no exhibitionist, but whenever and wherever Edward wanted to be inappropriate it was fine and dandy with me.
He peppered light kisses on my face. "One month." He whispered and then took my hand and led me to our first class.
BASBASBASBAS
"Okay, and everyone, the antebellum period was…?" our history teacher asked.
We all rolled our eyes at the last year information. "The period of time before the war." We said in a monotone unison.
"Good. And who was-" she continued to talk, but I couldn't stand to listen.
I felt Edward's hand start to tap my thigh, and I looked up at him in confusion. He smirked at me and then slid his hand between my legs, right next to my lower thigh, effectively spreading my legs apart.
My eyes widened, "What are you doing?" I whisper yelled at him.
He smirked at me again, pretending to look completely innocent. "You were upset a few days ago because you didn't get off; I thought I could make up for it now."
I bit my lip, "B-but if I couldn't keep quiet at home, then how am I supposed to…"
He shrugged, "Fine." He made a big show of sliding his hand across my inner thigh before extracting it.
I glared at him, "Is it your goal in life to drive me crazy?"
He chuckled, completely knowing what I was referring to.
And, just to tease me more, he took his hand and curled it around my waist, just below the hemline of my jeans. He slid his thumb underneath and rubbed maddening circles on my skin.
The cocky smile on his face told me that he was trying to do this.
"Isabella Swan, what are you doing?" The strict teacher asked.
My head snapped up to the front of the room and the whole room was looking at me in amusement. I looked to Edward in confusion.
He winked at me, "You're being too loud, love."
I looked at him in powerful accusation as, with one last glare in my direction, the teacher turned around again.
He just shrugged, but I knew that this little hand and leg session was just to get me to be loud.
I mean, I knew it inflated Edward's ego a bit to hear me saying his name like that, but in class? Really?
I slapped his side.
BASBASBASBAS
"What! I didn't do anything wrong… there is no school regulation against touching your girlfriend in class… damn, no need for violence!" He said, but my slaps to him didn't even make him flinch.
He was laughing. I glared at him, "You just get intense gratification from making people believe I have severe breathing problems."
He shook his head, leaning over the lunch table and to my ear, where his lips hovered, "Baby… you know that isn't how I get intense gratification." He whispered in a suddenly deep voice and I shivered, taking a bite into my sandwich to refrain from making any noise.
I didn't respond. Next to me, Angela giggled about something going on with Ben, and from a table or two away, I saw about 70 percent of other girls in the room glaring at me, their jealousy intense.
Edward had segregated the lunch tables again, and we resigned us and a small other group of people on the side.
I looked around and was surprised to see that we were the centre of attention; couldn't people just get over us already?
People looked at the almost dead girl with her bully. Gee, I wonder what assumption they were jumping to.
BASBASBASBAS
"Bella, love, what do I have to do to get you to go willingly?" He asked me, wanting to make this easier for both of us.
I had gotten reluctant permission from grandma to come over to Edward's after school.
I pretended to think extra hard, "Huh, gee, Edward, I really have no clue." I rolled my eyes.
He scrunched his nose, "Bella, just tell me what it is that- oh." He said at last, catching onto what my words meant.
I licked my lips and smiled when I saw little, or not so little, Edward come back for a second… er… thousandth appearance.
He wavered at the doorway a moment, "My family is home. And therapy is in an hour."
I shrugged, "I could bite a pillow? And so what, we don't need more than an hour." I said.
He gulped, "How would biting a pillow stop you from screaming? And we'd have to leave in a half hour."
I sighed, "Just trust me, it does, and we could spend the rest of our time arguing… or I could be screaming into a pillow, your choice." I said with a sarcastic smile and… he didn't need much convincing after that.
He came to kneel in front of me at the foot of the bed and I rolled over so that I was lying on my stomach, my face level with his.
Slowly, as if trying to kill me, he kissed me. It might have been slow, but it wasn't weak or innocent.
Edward's kiss was strong and erotic, taking his sweet time to ignite a fire within the pits of my stomach.
I moaned at each slow swipe of his tongue against mine, and Edward was so good at this…
It was like he was talking dirty to me with his tongue.
He had me loud for him in a matter of an embarrassing ten seconds, but swallowed all of my sounds with his mouth.
As slow as the rest of his hot as hell tactics, he pulled away, looking me directly in the eye while moving to hover on top of me, sliding one of his legs between mine and locking my hands above my head.
His gaze moved to conquer my lips again, slowly moving down to continue.
I wanted him to let my hands free so that I could tangle them in his hair, but the grip of one of his strong hands was twice that of both of mine, and I was powerless, especially with the distraction he was giving me.
His hot mouth moved to my neck, where he swirled a beautiful mix of his tongue and teeth in slow, lazy circles, up and down.
Once I started to make noise, his other hand moved to cover up my mouth, leaving my hands free to attempt to pull him closer.
"Urgh… how are you… so good at this." I whispered through his hand.
He chuckled, and I could see that I was doing nothing but making him cockier.
But being fair to him, the guy had a lot to be cocky about.
"I don't know, actually," he said, pulling up to kiss me again, our hot panting making me sweat a little, "I've never…" he looked suddenly shy, "Kissed anyone before… but somehow… I'm just not nervous with you, everything you do just encourage me to keep going."
I nodded, understanding, before I couldn't take the distance and jumped on him.
He chuckled before my lips came in contact with his. I was sprawled out on top of him, and I couldn't really believe I had tackled him, but neither one of us seemed to mind.
His arms wrapped around me again, moving me to a more comfortable position while still suffering under the power of his slow kiss.
"You're such a fucking amazing kisser, Ed-Edward… Mm… touch me, Edward." I half moaned out.
After that sentiment, his kiss wasn't slow, it was fast and deep and I was convinced it was completely inappropriate in at least seventeen countries.
I moaned again and he flipped us so that he was on top of me. He slowly slid his hand down my stomach and I whimpered.
"Oh fuck, God you guys! Every time I come in here I'm greeted with some scene from a sex book or some shit! I'm so using the intercom from now on…" we looked up to see Alice covering her eyes with her hand.
"Mary Alice Cullen, if you didn't come in here to say that someone's either A, hurt, B, in a fire, or C, that there's immediate trouble then I'll physically come at you with a chainsaw." Edward smiled up at me, moving me so I wasn't straddling him anymore. I made a distasteful sound at the back of my throat.
She groaned, "I just came in to say you should leave for therapy now, but hey, this is just fine and dandy, too. I did knock, but I understand how you couldn't hear me over Ms. Screamer over there." She turned to leave, shaking off the apparently disgusting view.
I blushed and looked down, "Was I loud again?"
He nodded, "Louder than last time… mm, I'm getting the picture that you like it when you're being controlled or dominated."
I shrugged, biting back, "Well, I wouldn't know, would I." He laughed, rolling his eyes.
"And how come I never hear myself being that loud?" I mused.
He smiled arrogantly, "Because I'm such a 'fucking amazing' kisser." He winked and I shoved him over.
He rolled his eyes and moved me to stand up again, using his new favorite form of a shove with me and slapping my ass.
BASBASBASBAS
I looked up at the tan building with distaste.
"This is where therapy is?" I asked.
He chuckled, "Did you expect rainbows and unicorns, love, its therapy, not the circus. Crazy people come here all of the time, so a serene setting is probably better."
I nodded, agreeing with him, but then glared, "Are you calling me crazy?"
He smirked, "Indirectly, yes."
I glared one more time but made no move to carry onward and inside.
"Love, come on. We don't want you in jail or something for not doing this."
I scrunched my nose, sucking my bottom lip in like a child.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me inside.
Once the front desk was aware that we were here, she said it'd be a 20 minute wait. I'd snorted, typical… they always said to be here on time, when it never starts on time, and when you, that one rebellious time, decide to come ten minutes late, they get mad.
You never win at an office.
We sat down.
We waited for 25 minutes.
"Isabella Swan?" Someone with a calm voice called.
Edward stood, pulling me up with him. We walked inside.
There was an office that we were led to with a woman on a sofa, opposite to the door; there was a couch, which I assumed was for me, the crazy person, and a big window.
The woman had sleek, black glasses on and blonde hair which was pulled back into a tight pony tail. She was wearing black slacks and a white button down shirt tucked in, and greeted us warmly and quietly.
"Hello, Isabella. How are we today?" She asked.
"Uh… fine?" I said.
"That's excellent." She said, but she didn't believe me, because where were we?
She looked to my boyfriend next, and maybe it was just my jealousy but I think she was checking him out.
"And who's this?" She asked.
"My boyfriend." I clarified.
She nodded, "Come then."
She led me to the lay down couch and welcomed Edward to sit on the cushion next to me or next to her.
He chose me, wisely.
"So, where shall you want to begin, Ms. Swan?" She asked. Letting me take the lead.
"Okay, first, I'd like to clarify something. I'm not crazy, I had a crap childhood and court sent me here after I got my father put in jail." I said.
She nodded, looking understanding, "Yes, yes, I know you aren't crazy," still using the annoying doctor patient voice, "And how does it make you feel, Ms. Swan, to be this traumatized."
"I'm not traumatized! Or crazy!" I screamed out at her. I was convinced that her annoying demeanor was specifically designed to make you feel crazy.
"Of course you aren't. Remember, Isabella, you don't have to put up walls, here, be open with me."
I groaned. How did I feel about her?
I wasn't a fan.
Not so much of a cliffy, again for those of you who still claim to hate them…
Get me high and I'll give you words. And I also want to let you know that I really did have this chapter ready in record time. Your reviews didn't fail to make me write this an hour after posting, but I got a new computer and I was trying to find out how to work it.
So getting me high makes me write about an hour after posting. Keep that in mind.
Pix- well I wouldn't like her either I she looked at my super hypersexual boyfriend, not that we can blame her right? Oh wait we can. REVIEW!
Chapter question- WHAT MOVIES SHOULD I WATCH NEXT? Haha, I'm totally taking advantage of the CQ to get personal entertainment…
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