Stephenie has it all. I just decided to play with her characters and add some of mine.
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Somehow, I had managed to fall asleep again. I woke up alone, lying on the bench. After blinking a few times and adjusting my eyes to the light in the bus, I saw the boys two rows ahead, talking about something or another, rather loudly.
I made my way there and stopped right next to Edward's shoulder. They were playing cards. From the amount of kings, queens and jacks, I realized they were playing poker, not that I ever understood that game. I leaned down and kissed the side of his neck making him jump and turn to me surprised.
"Oh, hey," he whispered, winding his fingers in my hair and bringing my head closer to his, kissing me.
"Are you still playing, Cullen?"
"Yeah," Edward mumbled, separating from me and throwing some cards on the backpack that was their table. Then he returned to kissing me, tracing my lips with his tongue.
I shuddered, restraining an embarrassing moan. After a few moments, I took a step back knowing I wouldn't be able to control myself if he kept kissing me like that.
He shot me a smirk before returning his attention to the cards in his hands. He knew exactly was he was doing to me. Was this payback because I said no earlier?
"Oh, Jake wanted to talk to you," he whispered. "He is up in the front somewhere."
"Okay," I whispered, avoiding everyone's eyes. My cheeks were burning.
I wobbled my way to the front of the bus and found Jake in the third row, at the aisle seat. He looked like he was sleeping. Then I saw who was in the seat next to him. It was her. That bitch. Fuck.
I shook his shoulder, ignoring her glare. Jake opened an eye, frowning before he saw it was me.
"Oh, you woke up."
"Yeah." I shrugged. "You wanted to talk?" I asked, leaning my ass against the chair in front of him, aligning my body in toward him, doing my best to ignore the presence to my left and his right.
"Oh, yes. I had to ask a chick's opinion."
"Bob wouldn't agree with you," I muttered, making him laugh. I shot him a grin. "So?"
"Yeah, you know what happened…"
"Don't I? You were pretty loud."
"What would you do? Think you were in Becky's place."
"I'd rather not," I joked rather seriously.
He frowned, looking up at me expectantly. He really wanted an answer. I had no idea what I'd do if I were in her place. I didn't even want to be in her place for numerous reasons. I had heard some awful things about her, but I knew I'd hurt him if I said something bad. I knew how the sibling bond worked. I had seen it countless times at the Cullens and Whitlocks.
"I have no idea, Jake," I whispered. I opened my mouth to continue, having no idea what to say when the bitch buttered in our conversation.
"Stop asking idiotic questions, you idiot! Edward would never do that!"
"Would you mind your own business?" I snapped at her, glaring as bad as I could…with no effect because she kept talking.
"Are you really that stupid?" she asked Jake. "I always knew that Anderson idiot liked boys. It's your sister that is stupid. And I told her a hundred times to give it up, but she wouldn't."
"Excuse me?" Jake hissed. "Who the heck are you? And how do you know all this?"
"My brother is gay. I know all about them. Besides, my brother is the boy Paul is seeing."
"What's his name? I'm going to fucking kill him!"
"Just calm down!" I whisper-shouted at Jake, aware people would start hearing if he got any higher. "Besides, she wants a rise from you. Stop listening to her bitching."
"That's just rich!" she sneered at me. "My name is Leah," she told Jake.
He hmpfed and turned to me. "So?"
"Jake, I can't really help you. I would have probably been pissed…"
"Yeah, I sure am." He nodded.
"Yeah, you should talk normally to him when we get back. No fights," I warned him. "Would you stop glaring at me?" I snapped to Leah. She kept her eyes on me, glaring. What was her problem?
"You don't know how it is to worry, do you?"
"I'm sure I know more about worrying than you," I hissed.
Before she could say something else, Edward appeared next to me, his hand around my shoulders. "What's going on?" he whispered in my ear.
"Nothing."
"Oh, that's how it's working for you? Lies and more lies?" Leah sneered.
I lunged for her, but Edward caught me around the waist. "Whoa! You're not going to start a fight over that, are you?"
"Yeah, listen to him," she said in a small voice.
"Scared?" I threatened her. "You better learn to keep your mouth shut or else… Let's just say Edward won't be there to save your ass next time."
When I looked up, I realized everyone was looking at me. I was surprised at how angry I was, I couldn't even be embarrassed by the sudden attention.
"What?" I barked at the closet person that was gaping at me. I recognized her as one of Leah's little friends.
"We're going back," Edward mumbled, more or less dragging me to the back of the bus. I didn't put up a fight. "What the hell was that?" he asked once we were back on our seats.
"Nothing," I repeated. "She's just a bitch."
"Didn't look like that to me. You nearly ripped her head off."
"I've had it with them," I hissed. "They're getting to my nerves."
"Bella, stop this, please. The cheerleaders are used to attention on those road trips. Always. Besides, we're graduating in three months."
I sighed, realizing how stupid I was. I had stooped to their level. That was what she wanted and I did it. "I'm sorry," I mumbled.
"It's okay," he whispered, hugging me to his chest. "It's kinda hot when you get all jealous." His breath tickled my ear, making me shiver.
"I'm not jealous."
"Seriously?"
"Okay, maybe a little." I put my forefinger and thumb almost together. Edward spread the distance between them until they formed a perfect line. I laughed, pressing my cheek to his shoulder.
"Promise you'll stop harassing my fan club?" he joked.
I narrowed my eyes at him but nodded. He offered me a chocolate bar and a smile. Yeah, like he was in trouble! I almost snorted. And accepted the chocolate, how could I not?
A few hours later, Jake joined us in the back after Shaw had kicked him out of there.
"All I wanted was a stop for coffee," he explained, shrugging.
"Did I hear the word coffee?" Emmett asked loudly.
"You're hearing things, Cullen. We're going to stop around six in the evening for a stretch," Shaw said at the mic. Emmett looked shocked toward the front of the bus.
"I told you to learn how to talk on lower tones," Edward reproached him. "We always got caught when we wanted to sneak out after curfew," he explained to me.
"You started it!" Emmett defended himself. "You used to shout at me or knock into the umbrella stand."
"I was shouting because you were pushing me down the stairs and I don't have cat eyes to see in the dark," Edward snapped back, but he wasn't upset, merely annoyed at the memory.
"So it's your fault we always have accidents on stairs!" I mock-accused him, jabbing my finger in his chest.
Emmett laughed loudly as Edward pouted and pushed my finger away.
"When you say accidents…" Jake started questioningly.
"We always fall down or something," I explained.
Emmett's phone rang and he quickly answered, making shushing noises to us.
"Fucking whipped," Edward grumbled under his breath.
"Look who's talking!" Jake exclaimed. Edward looked startled and got that innocent look almost immediately. "During practice, when someone called," Jake shot me a look, "you threw the ball away and ran for the phone. And you accuse him of being whipped!" he finished with a snort.
I couldn't help but smile. That showed how much Edward loved and respected me. I grabbed his hand and squeezed. He squeezed right back, moving his thumb over my wrist.
*RA*
We arrived around midnight in Seattle. But no one was tired having snoozed in the bus.
We had dropped Bob at his house, but once on the campus, we decided to go to the girls' room since that was what Rose had wanted.
After our stop for caffeine, I was the first one at our floor, skipping.
"I'm seriously considering the fly flap," Emmett yelled after me.
There was a loud slap and a groan of pain. "Shut the fuck up! It's midnight and people are sleeping!" Edward hissed. He caught up with me, grabbing my arm. "And you. Can you stop jumping? Buying coffee was the worst fucking idea ever."
"I need to use the energy on something," I told him, jumping and grinning.
When we arrived in front of the door, I knocked without stopping.
"You're dead!" Rose shouted from inside before appearing in her pink pajamas and red slippers. "Oh, you are here… I was joking…" she said in disbelief.
"I told you, you idiot!" Edward moaned, reaching to slap Emmett again. He dodged and raised Rose, kissing her before running inside the room and making a sort of cannonball on top of Alice. I hoped she was still alive.
"OW!" she screeched.
"Don't hurt her!" Jasper yelled, diving for Emmett.
"If people wake up…we'd be in deep shit," Edward muttered to me. "We're still resident advisers."
"WAKEEE UUUUP!" I shouted. A second later, I was in Rose and Alice's room with the door shut and locked.
"Are you fucking insane, Bella?" Edward hissed. "Did they spike the coffee?"
Jake that had tagged along, choked up and something flew from his mouth toward Rose. Silence engulfed us. A light was switched on. A loud screech followed. Then all hell broke loose.
Jake pressed back against the wall. Rose advanced to him, hands balled up at her sides.
"You put chewing gum in my hair!"
"Swear to God, I didn't mean to!" Jake whispered fervently.
When she pounced, he moved to the side…into Edward and me. All four of us tumbled down and I was sure Rose managed to hit all of us.
"Did someone just fart?" Emmett asked amused after a tearing sound was heard.
"Get the fuck off me," Edward snapped, pushing Jake away. He turned his head around then groaned loudly. "I have a hole in my ass."
Everyone burst in laughter. It was too funny. I couldn't even keep the laughter inside. He was so serious!
"I'd be worried if you didn't have one," Alice's sleepy voice came from under the covers. "Now that we know the end of the story, can I go back to sleep?"
"What end?" I asked at the same time as Jasper.
"Well, Rose has to cut her hair and she'll probably feed it to Jacob, and Edward has discovered he has a hole in his ass. Now, can I sleep?" she whined.
We shared amused glances until Emmett burst in laughter and everyone followed.
When we had calmed down, Edward took me to his room to leave the others alone and Jake went to his dorm, but not before he muttered to us, "Is she really going to feed me her hair?" That was too funny and I exploded in a new round of laughter.
Once in Edward's room, I changed in my pajamas and turned on the TV.
"Really? You want to watch TV?" he asked through a yawn.
"I drank too much coffee. I'm hyper."
"You think?" He rolled his eyes, reaching behind him and taking his shirt off. "I'm going to sleep. Keep it down."
I almost turned the volume up but thought better of it. He really looked worn out. I focused on the TV, flipping through the channels until I settled on Discovery Science of all things. After three shows, my eyes started dropping and the last thing I knew was how some people were creating a plane. When I woke up, it was barely dawn. Too much coffee was really bad for me. After a glance at the clock, I decided to go for a short run. I hadn't run in months and I surely needed some way to wear this energy off.
I quickly changed my clothes, grabbed my phone and iPod before slipping out of the room. Outside it was just as quiet as I remembered. It was peaceful in the morning. I had forgotten how relaxing it was to be outside alone. I had to blame Edward for making me sleep in on my weekend mornings.
Putting the ear buds in place and finding an appropriate song, I started my slow jog that turned to a slow walk within five minutes. I usually lasted longer, but I was out of practice. I picked up my pace and after a round of my usual route, I slowed considerably. As I approached my building, contemplating on a new round, I saw someone there looking toward me.
I heard my shout of surprise through the ear buds. As I approached the figure, I realized it was Edward.
"You scared the crap out of me!" I shouted.
He answered, but I didn't hear me, which made him roll his eyes and flick one ear bud out of my ear. "I said that would be nasty."
I tried not to smile…and failed. "What are you doing here?"
"You should answer that," he muttered.
"Taking my energy off."
"I could help with that."
"Or not. I'm going for another round. You should head back, it's still cold and you're wearing only pajama bottoms and socks." I smirked.
"Well, I woke up and I was alone. Then I saw your clothes on the floor, I figured you'd be here, but when I called and you didn't answer…I got worried. And came here…" he explained, narrowing his eyes at me. "You should turn that music lower. It's bad for your ears."
I snorted. "Okay, doc. Now go back before you get sick."
"Not without you." He picked me up as he used to do. I couldn't say I missed that.
"No! Stairs and us don't mix, Edward," I moaned, struggling in his arms.
"Chill, I won't drop you."
"You always say that!"
"Stop wriggling!" he protested.
I squirmed again as he started ascending. My elbow hit something and he moaned loudly, putting me down and grabbing his cheek. "Fuck, Bella."
"I'm sorry," I whispered, prying his hand away to see what I had done. "Let me see. I swear, I didn't mean to."
Edward shook his head, keeping his eyes shut. I felt awful for hurting him.
"Please. You know I won't hurt you on purpose."
His eyelids flew open and the raw green orbs bore into mine. Then I was in his arms. "I know, love. It's my fault. I should have listened to you," he said softly into my neck.
I reached up and kissed his red cheek. "There, no boo-boo." Something flashed in his eyes making him shudder. Maybe I shouldn't have said it.
He gulped audibly, grabbed my hand and led me to his room. I didn't put up a fight. Once in his room, we sat on the couch. I couldn't help but cringe at the sight of the red splotch on his right cheek.
"Does it hurt badly?"
"In the beginning, Liz used to come and pacify me after…he took his anger out on me."
My mouth went dry, as always when he spoke of his past.
"Then she just stopped. I was whining too much. And before long…she was doing it too."
"Edward," I cut him off. I couldn't listen to that. Not when I had just hurt him and made him think of them. "I'm sorry."
He put his head on my lap and we sat there in silence for about half an hour.
"Do you have classes this morning?" he whispered, running one finger over my thigh.
"Yeah. You?"
"No, but I should meet with Bree to work on that stupid project." He rolled on his back so he could see my face. "I might go to the library willingly."
I giggled, shaking my head. "Do you remember the way?" I teased.
"Vaguely. I might get lost." He wriggled his eyebrows.
"I'm sure Bree knows the way. I have my own date with Bob at eight thirty." I leaned down to kiss his forehead. "Does it still hurt?" I mumbled.
"It's okay. I've had worse."
Edward sat up, stretching before disappearing in his bathroom. That meant he didn't want to talk about it. His head poked out the room, "Coming? Conserving water and all that shit."
He didn't have to tell me twice. I sprinted to the bathroom, disrobing on the way. He was surprised to see me naked but just grinned and helped me inside the tub.
What started like an innocent shower, soon turned into more. Much more. Edward splashed water everywhere in his haste to get out and rummage through his cabinet for a condom then jumped again in the tub, pressed my back to the freezing cold wall and slammed into me. I couldn't complain. We were there, on the edge of losing our minds when both our phones started ringing loudly and someone pounded on the door.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me," Edward hissed, stilling inside me.
"Don't…stop," I moaned, clawing at his back.
"Open the fucking door, bro! I need to talk to Boop!" Emmett shouted.
"Fuck me sideways," Edward grumbled, grasping my hips tightly, his eyes searching mine. He wanted to finish, so did I, but if Emmett kept talking it was going to get awkward.
"Are you still sleeping? Why aren't you answering your phone?"
Edward's head fell on my shoulder. "I can't wait until we're in Chicago. Blissfully alone!" he hissed the last word and slipped out of me. "Can you deal with him?"
"Should I kill him?" I questioned, slightly joking. Slightly because Emmett had interrupted my alone time with Edward.
"You can show him your right hook." He kissed my nose. "Go, I'll be right out."
I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my body before heading to the door and opening it harshly.
"Finally! I need you to come and help Alice to…" Emmett stopped talking, realizing I was barely dressed and dripping on the floor. His eyes widened then his head turned to the bathroom door. The shower was still running. "Oh, crap."
"Yeah, I'm allowed to kill you. I have your brother's approval," I said menacingly, my eyes narrowing. "What do you need?"
"Uh, scissors and some help? Alice decided to cut Rose's hair…just a little…but Rose says she doesn't trust Alice with scissors…and I came to fetch you…" he rambled.
"Bella, I need the towel!" Edward shouted from the bathroom.
I grabbed a clean one from the dresser and went to him. "Tell Rose I'll be right there," I told Emmett before slipping inside the bathroom again.
Edward snatched the towel from my hand and started running it over his chest. "He used to do this shit in high school, but it was on purpose. Now it was accidental cockblocking," he muttered, moving the towel lower.
"Really?" I asked shocked. He had never talked about his high school times.
Edward glanced at me before propping his foot on the edge of the tub to run the towel over his leg. "Yeah. When Mom was here, in Seattle, visiting Dad for a few days, we had the house to ourselves. There were parties…and if I was lucky, I made it to my room… But he usually side-tracked me, making me do who knows what. And I was stuck calming the party or making drinks or cleaning or some other shit while he was getting pussy. I hated him."
I laughed, snorting loudly. I couldn't help it.
"Maybe it was pay-back for the first party we had at our house." Edward shrugged.
"Uh huh! What did you do?"
"Disappeared with some girl after about an hour or so. I locked my door."
I shook my head, imagining him in high school. "I'm going to get dressed and help Rose before head to class."
"Hey, wait!" His hand caught my wrist before I could leave the bathroom. "I'm really sorry… I'm going to hurt Emmett. I promise to make up to you tonight." He kissed me soundly before pushing me out the door.
When I went to Rose with the scissors, Alice had found a nice haircut that wouldn't show a chunk of hair missing. I was sure Rose would look really nice like that, but I was going to find out later, because I was late for my "date" with Bob.
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