CHAPTER 4 | #FLASHBACKFRIDAY

BPOV_

Beep! Beep! Beep!

"Ugh!" I mumble and slam my hand down repeatedly to cease the dreaded alarm of awakening. About five minutes after the buzzing stopped, I sit up, stretch and decide to start the day. Sigh. It's the last day of Junior year. High school is almost over. I hop out of bed and walk into the bathroom. I turn on the lights and nearly scream when I see my reflection in the mirror. Fucking ay Bella, you sleep really rough. We've got some work to do...

After finishing up in the bathroom, I run downstairs to grab some breakfast. While pouring a bowl of cereal I allow myself to drown in thought, reminiscing about my days in high school. I ponder on how popularity changes things, and how enjoyable school is now. I think of Alice, Rose, and Angela. My very best girls. Lauren on a good day. That bitch is annoying. There's my boyfriend Mike, of course. Yes, hell must've frozen over because I still don't understand it. However, his childish ways are starting to get old. Don't get me wrong, he's great arm candy, but I don't know how much more I can take.

Take last Saturday for example. We were at this end of the year party at the Beach, and...

[Flashback]

I checked my phone for the time.

[1:49am]

'Ugh, where is he?' I get up and head to the mosh-pit of people jumping and grinding. I walk over to find Mike dancing with Rebecca, one of the very many school sluts. "Baby girl, you are spectacular" he cackles, "I've got half a mind to fuck you behind that tree over there. Bareback." He whispers the last word, and of course her eyes light up like a fucking Christmas tree. Half a mind is right. Sluts. Trying not to make a scene, I calmly walk up next to him and ask to speak with him. "Yeah, sure honey. I can always talk to my favorite girl." he smiled. "I'll see you in 5, Becks." He says with a wink. Ugh, Whatever.

"So, whats up?" He asked. "Babe, it's getting late and this party is boring. Are we leaving soon?" I questioned.

"Yeah we can leave soon, how does twenty minutes sound?" Now sounds better.

"Whatever, thats fine. See you in twenty. Have fun with your whores." I walk back over to the fire and sit down on a log.

I know, I seem like such a 'party-pooper,' but it's Lauren Mallory's party, i.e. not that great. As I started roasting a marshmallow, I felt a shift of weight to my right side. I looked over... and I died a little inside? I'd just seen one of the hottest guys in Washington. The guy was exceptionally hot. If that's possible. He had nice tan skin, blonde hair, an attractive smile and his muscles.. Gah, his muscles. I continued admiring his good looks, that is, until he glanced up and caught me staring.

Shit.

"Is there something on me?" He asked while playfully checking his shirt. Wow, a sense of humor too. Swooning. "No," I smiled, "You are fine." Literally.

"Oh, phew, thanks. I'm Preston by the way. Jacobs."

"Nice to meet you Preston. I'm Bella," I smiled like an idiot, but I couldn't help it.

"Bella.. Swan?" He looked curiously. Ah, shit. "Not to sound ominous or anything, I mean I believe we went to elementary school together, but I have heard a lot about you," he said with a chuckle, " you're the real hot commodity that dates the asshole, right? No offense." We DID attend elementary school together; he was even cuter as a kid! But I found it quite unpleasant that Mike's reputation reigns over different school districts.

"Yep that's me," I laughed, " all of that is me, unfortunately. Despite my boyfriend being an ass, I'm nothing like him."

"Yeah, I remember. You're a sweet girl, but are you a good dancer?" He asked, very smoothly might I add. Was that an invitation to dance with him?

"I'll let you be the judge," I said as I stood up "Let's dance!" I exclaimed. Preston grabbed my hand and lead me to the crowd.

Once we reached the dance crowd, I felt his hands grab my waist and his hips behind mine.

Mmm, and he's really fucking good at this.

I reached behind me and ran my hand through his hair as my hips rotate deliciously in synchrony with his. He started kissing my neck, and startled me a bit as I felt his sizable member become increasingly involved in this interaction. I grabbed his hands and used them for support as I leaned forward and rotated my derrière right on his now really, really hard cock, which elicits a low, guttural moan from his lips.

This. This is the sexual tension I've been craving, Michael Newton. Not drunk sex. Not break up sex. This.

"You have no idea what you're doing to me." He whispered in my ear.

"Sure I do, I can feel it," I giggled and pushed deep up against his boner, "But you, on the other hand, have worked me up quite a bit Mr. Jacobs."

"Well let's fix that, shall we?" His lips caressed my ear as he propositioned me. I mean, at this point, I am so titillated right now, who the fuck is Mike? He's probably fucking 'Becks.' My breath hitched as I feel his fingers slip into the front of my jeans. Ooh, fucking yes. I leaned back into him, and offered a slight moan.

"Bella?" I hear a very familiar voice say. Mike. Fuuuuck.

"Oh, hey there" I said, flustered. I took a step forward and fixed my hair.

"What the hell was that!?" He yelled.

"I was.. dancing.." I responded.

"Yeah, you were dancing. With. Another. Guy!" Damn it, he's making a scene.

"... So?"

"So, I'm your boyfriend, remember?"

"Mike, don't make a scene. It was just a friendly dance, right Jacobs?"

"Right," he supported my argument, then slyly licked his thumb.

I want him.

"I'm sorry dude if you thought it was anything more th-"

"Jacobs, is it? Yeah, shut the fuck up."

"So, Bella, I'm just going to head back over to the fire," Preston says thoughtfully, "hopefully I'll see you again?" That was his nice guy approach. I'd kinda just wished he'd throw Mike INTO the fucking fire and fucked me over his smoldering corpse. Okay, kidding.. but no really. I'm a terrible person.

"Of course, Preston. We'll finish what we started," I said with a genuine smile. I watched his cute little, toned ass as he walks away.

"What the hell was that?" Mike asks, breaking my gaze.

"What the hell was what?"

"First you're grindin' all up on him, and now you're all giddy and shit."

"Mike, you are making a huge deal over nothing!" I say in a loud whisper. "You don't see me making a big deal about you dancing with every girl here, AND threatening to impregnate them, but I get bitching and moaning when you see me dance with one guy?" I questioned.

"Ugh, well, that's different!"

"Oh really, how so?"

"Ugh, Bella, fuck you. You shut the hell up too! Lets go."

"I'm not going anywhere with you, asshole!" I yelled.

"But-"

"But nothing, Mike. Call me when you decide to stop being a dick.." I said as I eagerly walked back to the fire and sat next to Preston.
"Preston will you give me a ride home?" I asked him in the most flirtatious voice imaginable. "It would be an honor" he said, charming as usual. As we head to his car, I glanced back to see Mike glaring with fury and radiating jealousy. Good, be jealous bitch. I mock Mike in my thoughts, I've got half a mind to suck his cock tonight. Hmph.

"Thanks for the ride, Mr. Jacobs," I said with a grin as I stepped out of the car. "Sure thing Bella, see you around soon?"

"Of course." He blew me a kiss and laughed. I blew one back and ran inside my house.

I leaned against my front door, lost in thought. I miss that. A healthy relationship. Shit, I want another boyfriend.

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I honestly don't know how long Mike and I are going to last. That night really made me realize exactly how unhealthy our relationship is. He's turning me into a really reckless and promiscuous lady. I guess we'll see where that goes. And I totally plead the fifth on sucking Preston's cock. I continue thinking about my friends and how great they are, but a part of me feels...empty? It seems as if I'm forgetting someone, but I can't figure out who it is.. And then it hit me like a brick wall.

"Edward!" I scream aloud. I drop my spoon to the ground and sprint out of the kitchen. I can't believe I'd forgotten about him. What's he up to lately? ..Facebook! Everyone Facebooks. I run up the stairs as quickly as I can and jump on my bed. I log on my Macbook. "Edward Cullen" I enunciate aloud as I type in the search bar.

Two results pop up. Both private. I click on the first profile and look at all of the details. This guy didn't have many friends or much info, and he was from... California? Nope. I travel back to the results page and click on the second profile. The picture is an Dolce and Gabbana advertisement, which I find extremely random. "Edward Cullen, 17, Volterra, Italy, nine thou- wait! Nine thousand friends!?" Whoa whoa whoa that's not the Edward I knew...is it? Confused, I close my Macbook and started thinking. Who.. What?

Speechless. That wasn't my Edward. Couldn't have been. I grab my books and my keys and head out the door. Last day of Junior year, here I come.

...

As I pull out of the school parking lot, Alice calls me.

"Hey Al, whatsup?"

"Hey Bells, nothing much. Just about to grab a few things for the party tonight."

"This party is gonna be awesome, way better than Lauren's, for sure."

"I promise it's going to be fantastic,"she laughs, and then mumbles something that sounded like "especially for you."

"What was that!?" I ask.

"Nothing..."

"Alice."

"Ugh fine. I, um, kinda invited someone.."

"Who? It better not be Mike, because if it is, I will NOT be there. Even though we made up and are back together and all that shit, I promised myself I'd never go to a party with him again after what happened last time. Who is it? Is it that one fuc-"

"Bella! Stop rambling! Damn! It's Preston Jacobs, okay?"

"Oh, phew, good. You scared me for a sec. WAIT. Preston's coming tonight?" I question, smiling at that last part.

"I mean, that's honestly up to you.." Oh, gosh.. I can practically feel her smiling through the phone.

"HA-HA. That's not what I meant. What made you decide to invite him?"

"Bella, I promised you yesterday that the party would be Mike-free. And I think its good for you because you can finally make a move without someone interrupting.. Plus, it's about time you got some ass," she laughs. Did she really just say that?

"Alice! There will be no 'move-making' or any 'ass-getting'! Hm. Have you seen his ass? I bet it looks great. I know it does, hell, it looks awesome in jeans. And did I tell you how BIG-"

"Okay Bella, I get it! Sheeeesh, good to see this boy's hit some sexual nerve of yours. I'm proud, and really want you guys to finally hook up, but I've gotta go find a way to get some booze before nine. See you around eleven?"

"I'll be there." I smile.

"Perfect! Love you Bells!"

"Love you too Ali. Bye," I press the end button and threw my phone in the passenger's seat. Fuck, hormones. Whore-moans. I crack myself up.

I pull up to Alice's at 10:45 to find her front yard and driveway flooded with cars. I grab my phone and keys and walk into the house, ready to party.

~The Morning After~

I wake up upside down, with a slight headache.

This isn't good.

"Where in the hell am I?" I thought aloud.

I look around and see all pink. After a solid three minutes, I'd concluded that I'm laying off the edge of the bed in Alice's room. I get up and walk around to survey the damage. Cups, cups, bras, bodies and cups. Shit. AND fucking Eric Yorkie is passed out, probably dead in Alice's fucking bathtub. Ugh. Nope, Not cleaning. Not yet. I plop back down next to Rose and mumble "Alice" hoping she's in the vicinity. No answer.

"Allliiicccceeeeee." I mumbled again.

"Whaaat?" She responded, her voice muffled by her pillow.

"What happened last night?" I asked.

She surfaces zombie style from a pile of blankets, eyes still closed.

"Way too many people... waaay to much alcohol. You called Mike and you finally dumped him. You hung out with Preston for a while, god knows what you two were up to.. everyone passed out... Here we are." She falls back into her blanket cornucopia.

"Oh."

I lean back onto the bed, and take it all in. This, is summer. This. Is. Incredible. And if our summer's going to be a lot like last night, then... fuck I'm gonna need aspirin.

A/N: There's Chapter 4. Do me a favor, and let me know what you're thinking!