Teenage Dirtbag

Chapter 14

Note: Dedicated to NinjaMonkey8... who made the light bulb above my head click on and an idea for a new direction pour from my fingertips to the keyboard. Thanks : ) This Edward's for you....

EPOV:

I woke to the sound of squealing brakes as a garbage truck pulled in behind me honking it's horn for me to move. Assessing my surroundings, I realized that I must have fallen asleep in my Malibu last night while wallowing in self pity. I found myself still parked at the end of Bella's road, far enough away that Charlie wouldn't notice.

I sat up and stretched my neck to see if Charlie's cruiser was still parked in the drive and, thanked God that it wasn't. I had decided last night that Charlie could kiss my narrow, white ass if he thought that he was going to keep me away from Bella. Not even death could keep me from her, so Charlie was no threat to me.

I rummaged through the clutter on the floorboard in the back, finally finding what I was looking for. I threw on the holey t-shirt snarling at the memory of it.

Last summer, at one of Jasper's many keg parties, I found myself drunk and in the backseat with a nameless girl, caught in a battle of the tongues. We had gotten as far as removing our shirts when all of a sudden, feeling queasy, I lurched forward and projectile vomited all over said girl's bare stomach. That was the night that I concluded that pot did not mix well with alcohol. Good times. No wonder I'm still a virgin.

I glanced in the rear view mirror and ran my fingers through my hair repeatedly, trying to comb the wildness out of it, only managing to make it worse. Fiercely, I rubbed my hands over my face, mentally preparing myself before throwing the Malibu in drive and heading to the little white house that sat in the shadow of Forks' constant canopy of clouds.

Looking at the billowy gray clouds fixed in their place in the sky, I couldn't help but be jealous. I wished that Bella and I could be like that...unchanging, unalterable, unbroken, but it wasn't that simple. I knew it would take a lot of work on both our parts for us to survive, considering the circumstances, but also knew it was totally worth it.

Making my way slowly down the bumpy road, I tried to think of what to say. I knew I couldn't just leave things the way they were. I could see in her eyes last night that she had given up. She had closed down and shut me out, literally. I had to talk some sense into her and I knew it wasn't going to be easy. She was a stubborn ass and had already made up her mind. I was going to have to pull out all the stops to convince her that we belonged together... no matter what Charlie said.

Pulling into the driveway, I felt nauseous, thinking of the events of the night before. I could only imagine what Charlie saw when he walked into her bedroom and how furious he was. If he would only open his mind to the possibility that there was something.. or someone.. out there worse than me, we could have avoided the whole thing.

"Fucking Jacob." I hissed under my breath, shaking my head as I stepped out of my car and walked to the porch.

I climbed the steps and was about to knock, when the door swung open and found myself faced with a tired and weighted version of Bella. Seeing me, she gasped and clutched her book bag in front of her like a shield.

I could tell that she was in no mood, but I quickly lowered my hand and spout out, "Bella, we need to talk."

Eying my clothes with a sad look in her eyes, she mumbled, "No we don't." as she brushed against my arm, walking past me in a rush. I closed my eyes absorbing the electricity that ran across my skin at her contact, only to open them once I realized what she had said.

Without warning my hand shot out and grabbed her by her arm, holding her in her spot, forcing her to acknowledge me.

"Look, I'm sorry. I know Charlie gave you hell and it was all my fault.... but he can't really keep me away from you." I said, flashing her my most dazzling smile while trying to lighten the mood.

'Maybe if I downplay the situation, she'll listen me.', I thought, just before she jerked her arm away and stood in her place taking a deep breath and holding it.

"He doesn't have to Edward, I can. So, stay away from me, Please." She said, avoiding eye contact.

I stood there, unmoving, stuck with the finality of her words. But Instead of her words, I focused on the hesitation in her voice which only made my smile grow wider. Her attempt at being assertive was almost cute....almost.

She actually thought that if she stayed away from me then everything would be okay, and even though it was sweet and all, the idea was foolish. Staying away from me wasn't going to do anything, but make it worse for both of us.

As she gauged my reaction, or lack thereof, she frustratedly turned and walked to her truck.

I laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation as I watched her drive away. Anyone watching would have thought me mad, but it was completely insane that she was actually going to end this... us... before it ever really got started, and all because she refused to tell Charlie the truth. Why was she finding it so hard to tell him what happened? He was her dad for Christ's sake. He would understand. She was making this harder than it had to be.

As I stepped inside my car and turned the ignition while lighting a joint in the process, I thought it as a sign when the engine started immediately. I drew in a deep breath of the bitter smoke and blew it out exaggeratedly, as I huffed, "Let's try this again." with the intention of confronting her afresh at school.

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The parking lot was full by the time I arrived, circling the vastness of 'The Junkyard' in search of her decrepit tank.

"Where is she?" I asked the smiling Buddha that stood on my dash, waiting for an answer, only to realize how truly high I was when I didn't receive one.

I squinted my eyes, as if they could shut anymore than they already were, scanning them over the plethora of vehicles that lay in the distance.

That's when I saw it parked beside a old dented Fiero in the middle of the lot. She had settled in neutral territory, away from me and Jacob, I guess to prove to herself that she didn't need either one of us.

I parked my deuce and got out with a cloud of smoke trailing behind me. Looking over at the truck I saw that she was still sitting inside with her forehead resting on the steering wheel. Her misery made me frown as I made my way to her, my original intentions thrown to the wind, while my only thoughts were to hold her and tell her everything would be alright.

Once I stood by her window, I abruptly tapped on the glass, eliciting a yelp from her which caused me to snort out a laugh. She was so high strung, always sitting on the edge waiting for something to happen.

Nervously, she looked around the lot, then rolled down her window to exclaimed, "What the hell do you want!?"

Hearing her question, my smile faded and my stare intensified, as I realized what had to be done.

"For you to tell Charlie the truth." I spat out, almost angrily.

I was angry. She was killing me with her nonsensical reasoning and I had to know why.

She pushed her door open wincing at the screech it made and tried to push her way past me, but I wasn't letting it happen again.

I held her in place by both of her arms and yelled, "Tell me the truth, Bella. Why is it so hard for you to just tell Charlie what really happened?" I could feel the eyes watching us from all sides.

I stood there and waited... and waited... and waited, until finally she opened her mouth.

"I'm scared." She whispered. "You don't know how it's been for me and my dad since I moved back. We hardly talk, it's awkward and I hate it. When I left him four years ago, he was so angry, and it changed him. It changed me. We're two completely different people now. He doesn't see me as his sweet little girl anymore and I don't know if he'll believe me. I don't think I can handle it if he takes Jacob's side, which is a possibility. He loves Jacob like a son. Him and Billie were here for Charlie when I wasn't. They kinda became his family while I was gone and now I just feel like a guest in his home. I just.... I don't know what to do."

She collapsed on me, crying, hanging on my shirt for stability. All I could do was hold her and kiss her head. I felt so guilty, guilty that I drove all that pain out of her. I didn't expect it and wouldn't have asked if I knew what kind of hurt she was holding inside.

I moved my mouth to her ear and whispered, apologetically, "I didn't know it was like that, Bella. I'm sorry."

Sniffling, she looked up at me and nodded her head. "No, you're right."

She stood tall and let go of my shirt and wiped at her eyes.

"This is asinine. I am practically an adult now. I'm not his child anymore." Nodding at the pavement as if it was telling her what to do, she raised her head and said, "I'm going to tell him tonight...everything. I'm just sorry I let it go on for so long. Please forgive me, I've been ...unfair."

I reached down and touch my lips to hers, mumbling, "God, I love you. Don't ever let anything like this keep us apart again."

"I won't." she answered, grabbing onto my hair. "Ever." She added before deepening the kiss and making me stumble back against the dented Fiero behind me.

There goes another piece of my heart.

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BPOV:

God, it was so hard to walk away from him. His lips had a way of filling me up with this insurmountable amount of strength that made me feel as though I could do anything.

It made me wish that there was a way I could tell Charlie while kissing Edward, but quickly shook that idea from my mind, remembering my total like of coherency when his mouth was on me. I bit my lip thinking about it and smiled as I felt the familiar heat between my legs. 'Soon enough', I thought to myself, moving faster down the hall to cause more friction where I needed it.

As I walked into the restroom I caught Alice and Rosalie touching up their makeup, which made me take a step back. I hated walking in on them with there weapons of mass beautification strewn around them. They always tried to force it on me, like it was a drug that everyone else was doing.

As I quietly turned to walk back out, Alice caught me by the back of my shirt.

"Oh no you don't." She said pulling me in front of the mirror.

"Alice, please. I..."

"I don't want to hear it. Now, shut up and let the the fashion-ista work her magic."

My head involuntary moved backward, as the mascara wand came dangerously close to my eye.

With a huff, Alice palmed the top of my head and yelled, "Just... close your fucking eyes."

It made it a little better not being able to see what and how much she was applying.

Running the wand through my lashes, she asked, "So....how did it go last night?"

I laughed, thinking of the absurdity of what happened.

"Well, other than the fact that Charlie caught Edward in my bed half naked and threw him out in the rain, I'd say it went pretty good."

Alice gasped with her hand over her mouth. "Oh my God, Bella!" she exclaimed, before noticing me laughing, and added with a confused voice, "At least you're taking it well."

Rosalie had stopped what she was doing and was staring at me wide-eyed.

"What did Charlie do?" She asked, looking horrified.

I told them all the horrid details, the whole while shaking my head with a smile, until Rose stopped me and rolled her eyes, saying "Okay, am I missing something? What part of this is funny?"

"Don't you get it?" I asked waiting for them to answer. When they didn't, I continued.

"All of this happened because I'm a dumbass. All of this could have been avoided if I had just told Charlie the truth...and that's exactly what I'm gonna do, tonight."

" 'Bout time!" Alice chimed in.

I looked at her, narrowing my eyes. "Ya know, every time you say that, you're really saying 'I told ya so'."

Alice just gave me a big smile and said, "I told ya so."

Rose interrupted our moment asking, "So, what made you finally decide to tell Charlie? I thought you said he wouldn't believe you."

I looked at myself in the mirror and saw the blush that was still staining my cheeks from Edward's kiss and simply stated, "Edward."

Looking over at Rose and Alice, I admitted, "I didn't know what I had until I was about to lose it and he helped me realize that the alternative to living a lie was to tell the truth and live my life."

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EPOV:

I floated to Biology after my talk with Bella. She and I were finally on the same page about Charlie and Jacob and I couldn't have been happier.

I walked down the empty hallway, whistling, with my hands in my pockets and my shoulders pulled back with pride. Nothing could knock me down from this high, I thought, when I glanced up and toward the end of the hall where I saw Jacob standing with a menacing look on his face. I never knew how truly crazy he was until that day, when I saw the raw violence he projected with that stare. I was honestly terrified in that moment and wasn't ashamed to admit it.

I stopped my feet from going any further and stood still as I waited and watched. Slowly, Jacob raised his hand, making a gun with his thumb and index finger. I swallowed deeply as he raised his weapon and holding it in front of his squinted eye, he aimed it at my head and flexed his thumb while making a 'boom' sound with his mouth. Just as I heard the ominous sound of gunfire, a flood of student walked in between us obstructing my view.

When they cleared, he was gone.

Once I was able to move, I let out a long breath and stumbled back against the lockers.

I knew better than to take this as a threat, it was a warning and his message was loud and clear. There was one thing you could say about Jacob... he didn't make empty threats. If he said he was going to do something, he did it. Just look at Bella. She was paying her debt as we speak.

Keeping my trembling hands in my pockets, I pulled myself together as best I could and walked to class.

Alice was sitting at out table, looking directly at me when I stepped inside the classroom. Trying to hold the pending panic attack at bay, I looked at the floor and stopped once I saw the familiar KS -N- RP 4-EVER carved into the seat of my wooden chair. I glanced over at Alice who was looking straight ahead acting as if she was paying attention to Mr. Banner's mindless ramblings.

I propped my elbows on the table and laid my head in my hands. I had completely forgot about Alice and was taking deep breaths trying to control my breathing and calm my jittery legs, when she started her interrogation.

"What the hell were you think, dumbass!? You fell asleep! I mean, really, how stupid can you be?" She whispered, still focusing her attention on the chalkboard ahead.

I ignored her and continued to focus on my breathing and heart rate, willing the attack to subside.

Alice didn't miss a beat. She continued her banter, her words sounding muffled in my ears as I slipped into the darkness of its spell. I was trembling and sweating profusely, when I heard her voice halt and her hand on my back.

"Edward, what's wrong?" she asked, her voice shaky.

"Get me outta here." I whispered, desperately.

Without hesitation she shot from her seat and held her hand up high. Not waiting for Mr. Banner's acknowledgement of her, she abruptly exclaimed, "Mr. Banner, I'm taking Eddie here to the nurse. He just totally barfed in my purse." Then without warning she yanked me out of my seat and pulled me out the door.

Once we were in the hall, she leaned me against the lockers. "What's going on, Edward. Talk to me."

"Not here. Get me outside."

Her arms wound around my waist, helping me out the doors and toward the practice field, sitting me at the white bench that I had grown to love the last few days.

I leaned over with my head between my knees and took several deep breaths before I was able to sit up straight and say anything that made sense.

Once I had calmed my breathing and my color had returned to my face, Alice took her chance. "Okay, spill it."

"It's just a panic attack. Sorry for scaring you."

"Just a panic attack!? You looked like you were having a fucking seizure or something. You had me trying to remember my resuscitation class from, like, three years ago. Do you have any idea how scared I was?"

"Sorry, they can get really bad, depending on what sets them off." I stated, hoping she wouldn't ask about this one... but she did.

She closed her eyes tight and huffed out in irritation, "So, what did Jacob do?"

I shook my head and tried to downplay it. "It was nothing, really."

"You lie as well as Bella, which isn't saying a whole hell of a lot."

I quickly stood from my seat. "Do you know where Emmett is right now?"

She looked at me questioningly. "Maybe? I tell ya what, you tell me what Jacob did, and I'll tell you where to find Emmett."

"Alice..."

"Edward..."

I took a deep breath, then proceeded to tell her the whole story, not leaving out the fact that I nearly pissed my pants.

"Edward, this isn't something for you to play around with. He keeps a fucking gun in his car and he takes pride in that fact. He doesn't mind reminding people when they piss him off and I don't think he would hesitate to use it."

I nodded before reiterating, "That's why I need to talk to Emmett."

Quickly, she pointed to the vocational school. "He's in shop class."

Before she could say another word, I was gone, running to the large brown building.

The building looked industrial with a flat roof that held tall smoke stacks atop it issuing steady streams of exhaust. Three broad garage doors were situated on the left side of the building to accommodate the junk vehicles that were used as cadavers for the mechanics class.

As I peered inside, I saw Emmett's large frame half hidden under the hood of an old beat up Camaro. I could feel the eyes on me as I approached him. I hadn't thought about what this might look like to everyone there. Edward 'pothead' Cullen coming to talk to Emmett 'football jock" McCarty. I wished that I could read the thoughts of everyone there as I leaned over, clearing my throat, and asked, "Do you have a sec?"

He stood from his place under the umbrella of the hood and smiled as he threw his arm across my shoulders, "Sure bro, I've always got time for you."

As we walked away, he must have heard the whispering too, because he stopped where he was to yell, "What the fuck are y'all looking at, get back to work." Like he owned the place and bellowed a hearty laugh as we exited the building.

We stopped just outside the building and holding a lit cigarette in his mouth, he mumbled, "So, what's up?"

"I think Jacob is planning his revenge."

"When is he not planning some kind of revenge on some pour soul?" he announced lightheartedly, puffing on his cigarette. "What exactly are you talking about?"

I proceeded to tell him what happened only moments before and said, "Alice seems to think I should take it seriously."

Throwing his arm around my shoulder again and ruffing up my hair with his other hand, he laughed out, "Oh Hell, he's just trying to scare ya. He would be a fucking idiot if he tried that shit, man. Between Bella's dad being a cop and the fact that I would kick his fucking ass, I don't think you have anything to worry about."

Well, it was good to know that Emmett didn't take it seriously. He knew Jacob better than I did, so I blew it off and didn't think about it again for the rest of the day.

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At lunch I found Bella standing in the line, biting her lip in indecision, staring at the produce spread out before her. As she began strategically placing different fruits and vegetables on her plate, I crept up behind her wrapping my arms around her waist and whispering in her ear.

"Edible art?" I asked, amused by her effort to keep her plate orderly.

Gasping at my suddenness, she giggled, "Where the hell did you come from?" Then shivered in my embrace. I could only hope that I had caused the convulsion considering she had the same affect on me.

"I was watching you from afar." I said, looking into her questioning eyes. "Let's just say that old habits die hard."

She gave me a warm smile before turning and walking toward a table that was occupied by Alice and Jasper.

I grabbed an apple and followed her, sitting down in the chair across from her so that I could watch her eat. She nibbled like a rabbit and I had watched her in awe for months wondering why it was so damn cute.

Before I could truly enjoy the moment, Alice ruined it by blurting out, "Did you talk to Emmett?"

I narrowed my eyes at her and ignored her, returning my attention to Bella.

"About what?" Bella asked curiously, completely oblivious to the tension between Alice and I.

"Nothing important." I stated quickly, before Alice had a chance to answer her.

Alice's eyes darted to Bella, then back to me.

"She has a right to know, Edward."

I closed my eyes in irritation just before Bella, looked up from her plate and asked, "A right to know what? Edward?"

"It was nothing, Bella, he was just trying to scare me. No biggie."

"No Biggie? He threatened you with a gun."

Quickly I shot back, "He threatened me with his finger, Alice. What can he do with that? Pick my nose 'til it bleeds?" Then laughed at its hilariousness.

"Edward! Is this true?" Bella whispered loudly, looking around the cafeteria nervously.

I shot my eyes to Alice, angry that she had opened her fucking mouth.

Just as I was about to answer her, Emmett broke the silence, pulling a chair out for Rose and plopping in the seat next to me.

"So, what's for lunch?" he asked looking at everyone's plate, finally landing on Alice's, stealing a piece of pizza.

Rose slapped it out of his hand and looked at Alice apologetically.

"Emmett, Rose. I'm glad you guys could join us. We were just discussing the probability that Jacob may or may not kill Edward in the near future. What are your thoughts on the subject?" Alice asked with sarcasm glaring directly at me.

As Emmett laughed at her, Rose's jaw dropped at Alice's bluntness.

"My God, Alice, you're such a drama queen. Jacob ain't gonna do jack shit. He's just a sore loser, trying to get Edward riled up. He's not that fucking stupid." Emmett said, exasperatedly.

Alice shook her head, "I hope you're right, for Edward's sake."

Emmett quickly changed the subject to Rose and the baby, effectively taking the spot light off of me. I still caught Bella glancing over at me periodically and scanning the cafeteria as if waiting for something to happen. I wasn't really worried about it anymore. The more I thought about it the more ridiculous the idea was.

After lunch, the day went by slowly and ten minutes before the last bell I found myself waiting outside of Bella's class, anxious to see her again. The time away from her seemed to drag by and the time with her seemed to accelerate. I wished it was the other way around.

When the last bell rang, I watched through the small rectangle of glass in the door, as Bella shot out of her seat being one of the first to walk out.

She ran into me throwing her arms around my neck, kissing me ferociously.

"What's that for?" I asked, pleased by her greeting.

Looking in my eyes, she answered, "I'm just really glad to see you. That's all."

I knew what she was really thinking. She was worried about Jacob's threat.

We walked out of school and I followed her to her truck, holding her close to me the whole way. She tripped a couple of times almost taking me down with her.

"I don't know what's more of a threat, Jacob or your feet." I laughed, catching her for the third time, keeping her from hitting the pavement.

She just shot her eyes to me and opened the door to her truck.

She stood still, chewing on her lip nervously. "So, wish me luck."

She was talking about the conversation she was going to have with Charlie and I could hear the unease in her voice.

I lifted my hand to cup her face, trying to relax her, and rubbed her cheek with my thumb consolingly.

"Before I go, can I ask just one thing?"

I looked in her eyes and nodded, "Anything."

"Kiss me."

I moved my hand to the back of her hair and looking directly in her eyes, I brought my lips down to hers. I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth, grazing my teeth over it lightly. It never failed to amaze me how my body reacted to the slightest touch from her. She tucked her hands under the sides of my shirt and ran their warmth up to my chest. A long breath escaped my mouth as her tongue found its way inside, gliding along mine. She tasted phenomenal, like sweet honey. I quickly grabbed her hips and wrapped her legs around my waist as I pressed her against the side of her truck. I don't remember ever receiving a kiss this intense and it physically hurt. I found myself pressing my dick against her, trying to rub out the ache that had settled there.

I pulled away, needing air, and mumbled into her neck, "I think we need to stop before I take you, right here, in front of all these people.

She hesitantly pulled herself from me and stood on her own two feet, stumbling back on wobbly legs. Her throat cleared as she smiled and slid into the truck.

"Call me as soon as you talk to Charlie, okay."

She only nodded before taking a deep breath and starting the engine. As she shifted it into drive, she mouthed, "I love you." and drove off toward her conquest.

'Damn it, Bella! You'll be the death of me, I swear you will.' I screamed in my head, watching her drive away adjusting myself as I walked back to my car.

I promised and I delivered... in record time, might I add. Hope you like and please don't forget to leave a review. As you saw by the note at the top, I'm opened to suggestions if you have any. Even though I have an idea of what path they're taking, I can change their route at any time. Thanks again for your loyalty : )

By the way, who knows what KS-N-RP 4-Ever stands for? Hmmmm?