SM owns. Unbeta'd.
That time you took me by surprise...
Senior year has afforded me the pick of the litter when it comes to the female population.
But the one's that got everyone talking is Irina Everton.
Senior royalty to the umpteenth degree. Homecoming Queen, AP student, recently accepted to not one, but two Ivy League universities.
And, very... very experienced. As she's shown me time and time again for the last month or so.
I'm a lucky motherfucker.
Prom is quickly approaching and of course, I'm taking her.
Bella's been distant lately. But then again, she always is when I've got a girl around. We're always fighting about how I change when I'm with the girls.
It's a losing battle with her.
"So, are you like, going to prom with Irina?" Bella asks quietly while we sit under the giant oak tree during lunch. We're seniors, we don't eat in the cafeteria any more.
"Um, yeah, of course. It's like expected, you know?" Everyone was expecting to see the star pitcher for the varsity baseball team and the resident Perfect Girl at what's considered historically the biggest social event of your high school experience.
"Oh, cool. I guess I'll see you there then," she said cooly.
Huh? I chuckle, because I know she's joking.
"That's funny, B. Ha ha."
Bella looked up with an defiant expression.
"I'm serious. I'm going to prom."
"Bella, I thought you said you weren't going to prom because you were against the whole 'pageantry' or 'fakeness' or whatever you called it."
"Well, I changed my mind. Someone asked me and I said yes."
"Who?" I don't know why I was so curious, but I'm her best friend, so I should know these things and be all protective and stuff.
"You don't know him," she said, avoiding eye contact.
"He's not from our school? Then what school does he go to?"
"He's from the visual arts high school."
Another artist. Great. Probably some emo loser. I suppress an eye roll and take a bite out of my burrito.
"Where'd you meet him?"
"When I went on that field trip to the museum. He was a part of a group show and was curating it. We got to talking, and he asked for my number. We've been hanging out..." She trails off, sipping her Coke.
I try to process what I'm hearing. What she's telling me bothers the hell out of me. I think it's because I haven't met him yet.
"Bella, wow. Is, is this guy..."
"Alec," she adds.
"Okay, this Alec guy, are you guys... like a thing?" I don't want to hear the answer but I do.
Her eyes finally meet mine.
"Edward, he's my boyfriend."
A/N: more later. Sorry for not updating yesterday. I'll make up for it today, promise ;)
I was going to use the Witfit prompt, but somehow I don't think my Edawrd would use a word like "Topsy-turvy." Um.. no.