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Chapter 6
Whatever it takes
"But remember the time I told you the way that I felt
That I'd be lost without you and never find myself
Let's hold onto each other above everything else
Start over, start over"
Lifehouse – Whatever it takes
BPOV
Jacob.
"Bella? Are you there?" he asked hesitantly.
I bit my low lip, still feeling Edward's taste on my mouth. His arms were still around me. He made a movement, as if to give me some space, but I stopped him. I wanted him with me. He seemed to notice what I wanted, so we remained embraced, with me pressed between his strong body and his car.
Before I could actually formulate a sentence, I heard a struggle on the other side of the line, and then a loud noise of something breaking.
"Give me that Jacob!" someone shouted. I looked, scared, at Edward and he leaned closer, so he could listen too. "Sam, take him to the bedroom! Lock him in if it's necessary. Yeah, Sam, I'm sure!"
I frowned, confused. What was going on? Was Jacob kidnapped or something?
"Err, hello?" I asked, puzzled.
"Bella, it's me, Emily!" said my friend; she sounded breathless and annoyed "I'm sorry about that. He called before I could stop him."
"Emily, what the hell is going on there?"
"It's Jacob, Bella. He's very upset since you left. You mother refused to tell us where you are and Charlie is definitely pissed. Jake passed the whole weekend depressed. He feels pretty bad about what happened."
"He should." I said cruelly.
"Oh, Bella." She sighed, "I'm so sorry. My cousin… she didn't do it on purpose. They were both drunk and…"
I pressed my fingertips to my temples, trying to calm down. "I don't want to hear this, Em."
She was silent for a second, then she replied. "Of course not. I'm sorry." Then I heard someone shouting on the other side.
"BELLA! Emily, let me talk to her! BELLA!"
"Shut up, Jacob!" she yelled back. "Listen, when are you coming back? You two really need to talk."
I pressed my lips into a thin line. I couldn't care less about Jacob's feelings now.
"I'm not coming back, Emily." I said coldly. "You can tell that to him."
"Then you can say it yourself" she said, a bit rudely, "I'm tired of trying to keep him away from the phone."
A moment passed and a really breathless Jacob picked up the phone.
"Bells, honey, listen, we can fix this. Please, tell me where you are, so I can pick you up and we can talk."
Something cold got down in me.
"No Jake. And, please, stop giving your friends a hard time. I'm not coming back. We are done. "
"No! Bella, I love—" I shut the phone off. I was feeling sick of that. I hate these guys who think they can cheat on you and then make up easily. And let's agree that Jacob crossed a few lines cheating on me at our engagement party. So, forgive me if I am not so comprehensive.
Edward took my chin in his fingers. "Are you okay?"
I closed my eyes, feeling his fingers burning on my skin. "Yes."
"He seemed pretty upset." He muttered.
I looked at him. I could see the caution in his words. He wanted to know if I regretted kissing him. To his comfort and even mine, I put my hand on his face. His eyes shone intensively and he kissed the palm of my hand.
"Jacob is only worried about Jacob's feelings." I said, sourly. Edward pulled me back into his arms and kissed my forehead. I rest my head on his shoulder. "Sometimes I think I hate him, Edward. Does this make me a bad person?"
"Of course not, Bella." He whispered in my ear "He hurt you. This makes me want to hurt him back. Does this make me a bad person?"
I lifted my head and looked at him. His gaze was so intense that I could get lost on those green eyes forever. It was terrifying that I could never leave him again. Yesterday, I hated me with all I got. Today, the idea of not seeing him, or listening to his voice was painful. I opened my mouth to respond, but we were interrupted. Again.
"Hey, guys!" said Emmett, getting closer. I could see he was carrying a shiny magazine with him. "So, are you done with the make out session?"
"For now." Said Edward, kissing my cheek. I giggled, blushing a little. I decided on changing the subject of the conversation.
"What do you have here, Emmett?" I pointed with my chin to the magazine. "Did buy Playboy?"
I thought he was going to be embarrassed, but he just looked outraged.
"Of course not, Bella! Playboy is for nerdy guys." He turned the magazine, with a bright grin, "This is pure gold."
Edward picked up the magazine and raised an eyebrow. "Marie Claire, Emmett? Is there something you would like to share?"
I burst out laughing as Em picked back up the magazine. "You don't understand, Eddie. I don't give a damn about the cellulite articles," he opened the pages, "What is interesting here is this!" he showed us the whole page of photos of a gorgeous model wearing swim suits while posing lazily at a fantastic beach, with white sand and transparent blue waters.
She was sculptural, with long, blond hair cascading in delicate waves down her back. Her lovely gray eyes shinning like silver under the dark eyelashes. And her perfect smiled was inviting. The photo had two intentions – to show the bikinis and also to say "You can be like this." However, for a boy, it may have looked like "You can have this."
"Who is the model?" I asked, because she looked a bit familiar. Edward took the magazine and searched in the credits of the article. "It's Rosalie Hale."
The three of us looked at each other and bright evil grins spread on our faces. I could tell were thinking the same thing. Rosalie Hale, the kid in the photo on Alice's blackberry.
"I think Alice will have a little surprise." Laughed Edward.
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APOV
Seriously, Kelly must be kidding me. I'm stuck on JFK for over an hour and there is no sign of the brats of her stepkids. I tried to call her, but the call fell on the voice mail.
Nice.
I was leaning against a wall near the exit where the kids were supposed to be coming out, trying to transfer my weight to the wall, instead of my feet. They were killing me. If I knew where Manolo Blanc lived, I'd go to his house and give him a piece of my mind.
I was about to take another look at my watch when the passengers from the flight 8876 from Paris came out. I stiffened and lifted the sunglasses I was wearing expectantly. I saw mostly families, with tired, irritated kids and tons of packages. Groups of middle aged women, with discreet outfits and huge sunglasses. Teenage girls, laughing aloud and babbling on their cell phones. I almost gave in when they came out.
My brain crashed when I saw them. Tall and blonds, their silver eyes were like storm clouds, in deep contrast with the sunny color of their hair. Rosalie was gorgeous, even with a tired appearance. Her curves singing with each curve on her black, leather pants and long sleeved tank top, her light hair waving behind her.
But Jasper…my mouth was dry. His hair was honey blond, almost reaching his shoulders. He was wearing a black shirt with black pants and carrying a black leather coat in his arms. He was as graceful as a cat. He didn't seem to be in a hurry or even tired.
They both stopped and looked around, looking for someone. I quickly ran to them, well as fast as I could with those shoes. My feet protested, but I ignored them. I shot them my best smile. They both looked at me, confused.
"Excuse me. Are you two Mrs. Cole's step kids?"
Rosalie snorted. "Huh, yes. And who are you?"
She studied my clothes carefully and I was glad to say, she was pleased with my white trench coat and black high heels.
"Be nice, Rose." Smiled Jasper sympathetically. "Hello, I'm Jasper. You must be one of my step mother's assistants."
I shook the hand he had outstretched to me. "Alice Cullen. Nice to meet you two."
"The pleasure is ours," answered Jasper, before his sister could say something rude. "Hmmm. We should look for our stuff."
I escorted them to the line where the luggage was. Well, escorting wasn't exactly the right term. I followed them. I almost ran to reach their path. Jasper carried most of the suitcases and in a few minutes we were at my car.
"OMG! Is that yours?" asked Rosalie in awe, destroying completely her cold façade. She ran to the car, and then stopped in reverence. I bit my lip to not laugh.
"Yeah." I grinned at her "Would you like to drive it? It's not that far until Kelly's house, but I think it gets an idea."
She looked at me, her eyes shone intensively. "Are you serious?" Jasper chuckled, amused.
I shrugged. 'No problem."
I sat beside her and Jasper took the place behind us, but he bent between the two seats, so I could feel his smell. Fresh and masculine, like rain. Rosalie sat on the driver seat and closed the door.
Rosalie was a fast driver, but as we got closer to the city, we were driving more carefully. I think this was the best way to break the ice. They told me about them living five years in France and they had studied in Sorbonne. Now, they'd be living in New York, since they've been hired by a big model agency in town.
"And you, Alice? Tell us a bit about you." Said her with a grin.
I shrugged. "Well, I don't have much to say. I graduated in Dartmouth and I've been working with your step mother for over an year."
"Do you like it?" asked Jasper, suddenly. He wasn't much of a talker, " Working for Kelly?"
Ugh.
"Yes." I said with a grin. They both cracked up laughing.
"You're a liar, Alice!" laughed Rosalie "We know Kelly is known as the dragon at the magazine. This doesn't surprise us. She's an evil bitch."
"Rose," muttered Jasper, "She isn't that bad.'
"My ass she isn't." she said, looking exasperated to her brother. " What kind of person asks for her assistant in the middle of a Sunday morning to leave everything she was doing to pick up her step kids, who are over 18, at the airport?" She made a pause, "By the way, where the hell is she that she couldn't pick us up?"
I smiled sheepishly, "She was at the hairstylist."
"See? Dying her hair blond is more important then picking up her own family." She said matter of the factly.
Jasper laughed. "Well, I can't argue with that. And what were you doing before this mission, Alice?"
I looked at him. He had smile on his face and seemed really curious. Something in his voice, deep and clear, was deeply chilling. It makes me think of cold nights, hot duvets and aromatics cups of tea.
I gave him a calm smile "Uh, let's see. I was having an argument with my ex-boyfriend and his creepy friends. The classic day of packing things and moving out."
Rosalie shot me a sympathetic smile, "What did the bastard do to you?"
"Just made me his personal maid. I just had to run after him all the time and be available when Your Grace wants." They both groaned, "And they were too hardcore for me."
"So, it was for the best," said Jasper. I felt a bit of hope, and then I pushed back. Too soon. I looked at his grey eyes. Hmm, maybe not.
My phone rang and I picked it up, glancing quickly at the screen.
"Hey, Eddie, what's up?"
"Hey, Alice. I have some good news."
I smiled. "Yes?"
"Tanya and her sisters are throwing a party tonight." I could almost picture my brother rolling his eyes, "You know her. Would you like to go?"
"Sure." I bit my lip, "Is Bella going too?"
His voice was ironic. "Yes, Alice, she is…going with me."
"Yay! I'll make sure she wears something special tonight. That's definitely a reason to celebrate!" I looked at the Hale twins and an idea crossed my mind. "Hold on, Edward;"
I told them that a friend was giving a party and they both agreed on going. I picked the phone up again. "Hey, Edward. Tell Tanya that I'm going with some friends."
They grinned at me.
"Okay, that's much as better"
I shut the phone off, perfectly happy, listening to Jasper talking to Rosalie and trying to figure which kind of outfit would make the gentle Mr. Hale go crazy.
Maybe this working for Kelly wasn't a waste of time, after all.
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