Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of its characters.

Warning: Swearing. Lots of swearing.

I am radiating with nerves by the time that the end of the day bell rings.

Even with the bell, Edward still hasn't moved and neither has his hand.

And thus, neither have I.

I don't know if he has a mental hold on me or if he is freakishly strong, because I haven't been able to move his hand or my leg since the beginning of class. Towards the middle of class, I had even gotten desperate enough to attempt to stab him with my pencil, but he was too quick and had the writing utensil out of my grip before I could impale his hand.

This is so many levels of messed up.

Nearly everyone is out of the room when he finally moves his hand.

The release is like a fuse; the second his hand is gone, I am up and out of my chair- backpack in hand- like a rocket.

I am moving towards the door, when a sudden, violent force propels me back into a stonewall.

I look back startled to see Cullen looking down at me; creepy smile and all.

How the hell is he that firm? He's hard as hell, and not in the sexy-fun-times way. Though for that kind of firmness, I may consider sexy-…

I look back at his smile.

Nope. Still not worth the crazy.

Perhaps I should be grateful that my mind is making quips and jokes, because the rest of my body is having an adrenaline surge; fear causing my stomach to crap.

But my mind is quickly catching up with the fear as Edward moves his hand down to my waist and pulls me forward with him, walking us outside the classroom.

And towards the parking lot.

Shit.

"Bella!"

I don't think that I have ever been so happy to hear Jessica in my life. Seriously, her interruption makes my knees weak with joy.

Apparently her interruption is not bringing the same joy to Cullen, because his grip instantly tightens against my waist, digging into my hipbone.

Jessica doesn't seem to notice the tension. She just skips towards us, stopping just in front of us.

At first, she is silent. She is too busy glancing at me, then at Edward's hands placement, then she eye-fucks Cullen. Repeat. Throw in a wink that is not- and never will be- subtle. And then return to eye-fucking Cullen.

"Is there something that you needed?"

The musical voice beside me startles me enough to take a step to the side, which Cullen instantly revokes: tightening his grip and pulling me back into his side.

Jessica doesn't seem to notice the aggression in his actions, but she doesn't seem to notice much of anything, except for Edward's eye color and life story, but that is neither here nor there.

She fidgets, looking at me then to Edward before she speaks.

"Well I was going to ask Bella if she was interested in going to La Push beach with us this afternoon. We're meeting at Tyler's house in about fifteen minutes. It's right off Mockingbird Lane."

She's twirling her hair as she talks and sashaying her hip from side to side; real subtle.

She tilts her head down, looking through her eyelashes as she invites Edward as well.

I don't see Edward's face, but I can tell that he is smiling from the expression on Jessica's; she looks hypnotized.

"As much as we would love too, Isabella and I were planning to study at her home after school."

What?

"Uh, yeah, okay. That's so awesome. Have fun getting your study on."

No!

She turns from Edward, giving me a wink before she is running down the hallway towards the parking lot.

You God damn whore.

I cringe as cold breath suddenly assaults my ear.

"Now why don't we go to your place and, how did she say, 'get our study on'?"

Cullen walks me to my car, holding onto my waist like an iron claw.

When we walk by his siblings, the blonde glamazon and quarterback completely ignore us, looking the other way as they get into a red Porsche.

The little pixie girl grins, clearly overjoyed with the situation. Psycho boy #1 winks at me.

I can't see if Edward winks back or not, but he doesn't stop; he just continues by his siblings, propelling me towards my car.

It may be the adrenaline in my body confusing my brain, but I felt like we were gliding as we got closer to the car. I'm unsure if my feet were even touching the ground.

When we arrive at my trunk, I just stare dumbly at the red paint of my driver's side door.

I think that I may be going insane.

"Isabella. Unlock your car, sweetheart."

I cringe, still staring at the dingy door. His voice is too musical; it's like bells. The beauty of it makes it more frightening. It's like seeing kids in a horror movie and they sing a nursery rhyme. It's fucking creepy and unsettling.

He's a predator with an alluring voice. My stomach tightens in fear when I think about it. His voice and his face; everything about him is meant to attract prey.

I am prey.

I nearly scream when an objects suddenly appears in front of me; I even raise a hand to protect my face.

But as I look behind my fingers, I see my keys hanging from the grip of pale hands.

"It's time to go, lovely."

I watch in shock as he manually unlocks my car door, opening the driver side door before he lifts me up and into my seat.

I jolt as a cold sensation encompasses my hand and forces open my grip, depositing my keys onto my stiff palm.

I barely register the cold press of lips against my temple as he mumbles against my skin, "Now drive home. I will follow right behind you. Don't do anything stupid, sweetheart."

He slams the door shut behind me, tapping at the window and blowing me a kiss as he walks away.

I feel sick.

I feel like a zombie as I stare at my steering wheel, memorizing the little bumps and scratch marks along the metal and vinyl.

I want to scream. I want to cry. I want my daddy.

God, it makes me sound like a five year-old, but all I want right now is to drive to my dad and get him to hug me and tell me that everything is all right and that he has a bullet ready for Edward Cullen's head and a taser for his balls.

I am startled out of my thoughts by a loud honk behind me.

I look into my driver's side mirror to see a silver Volvo. It has tinted windows.

Oh course psycho boy would have tinted windows.

I shudder as I put my car into reverse and pull out of my spot.

Switching shifts, I look through my front mirror to the car behind me. It's too close, riding my ass. But he makes his point. He's right behind me.

As I drive out of the parking lot of the school, I wonder how hard it would be to get vomit out of my seats.

I hate that this boy is having this kind of effect on me. He terrifies me. I'm too scared to call my dad. I'm too scared to not do what he says.

I'm too damn scared…

And then I snap.

This will not happen. I will not let this happen. I am Bella fucking Swan. My dad is a cop. No pretty-boy nut case is going to terrorize me.

Making a split decision, I take a left instead of a right on Mockingbird Lane.

If Cullen notices the deviation, he won't be able to stop me because down the street, right in front of me is my saving grace.

Tyler Crowley's ugly ass van.

Said van is surrounded by all my school friends, who are busy chatting and piling surf boards and body suits into the back seat.

Parking my car across the street, I retch my keys out of the ignition and practically sprint out of my car and across the street. I don't even stop to lock my car.

"Bella!"

Mike is the first person to notice me. A big smile encompasses his face and I am so grateful for his goddamn presence that I smile back and hug him.

It takes him by surprise, but within a second, he is pulling me tightly into him and lifting me up, spinning me in a circle.

I am so fucking relieved that I actually laugh.

"Bella!" I turn my grinning face to see a very unhappy Jessica.

Jealousy does not become you.

But I don't care if she is giving me the bitch eye; I am so happy that I give her a hug as well.

As I hug her, I stare out towards the street and see a silver Volvo already driving away.

We are the champions, my friends!

Angela is grinning when I give her a hug after Jessica; clearly pleased to see me.

"I thought you weren't coming!" She grins as she embraces me. "Not that I'm not happy that you are here, but Jessica said you were having a study date with Cullen, so we didn't expect to see you!"

I am still fucking bouncing when I tell her that Cullen had to cancel. I think my adrenaline spike is making me high.

The drive to La Push is awesome… once I get Jessica to sit between Mike and me.

We sing to Queen and Aerosmith. And then Miley Cyrus.

I feel no shame. I love me some Miley Cyrus. Party in the USA? Fuck yeah!

When we finally get to the beach, we act like children, running in the water and the sand while Jessica, Mike, and Tyler surf.

We yell expletives galore each time they wipe out.

Everyone is having so much fun that we don't even see the reservation boys walking towards us until they are less than fifty meters away.

Angela is the first to notice. We are rolling in the sand when she suddenly stops and grabs my shoulders, pointing out to the three boys heading our way.

They are obviously Quilette, their dark skin standing out against the pale sand and sky.

I slowly get up, pulling Angela up with me as we both watch them approach.

All three are dark and tall, though the one in the middle is the tallest. He's practically swaying as he walks towards us; gangly limbs flopping around as his hair flows in the wind. He reminds me of a dog. Trotting along the sand, hair swinging from side to side, a huge puppy smile on his face.

He's like Lassie-

And suddenly it clicks and I am running like a maniac, kicking up sand as I go, a smile engulfing my face.

"Jake? Jake! What the hell man!"

I'm screaming and laughing as I run towards him. And apparently Jake is just as happy, because his smile is only getting wider as he spreads out his arms, bending his knees, and bracing himself for impact.

I jump into his arms as I hug him, sending him back a few steps from the momentum.

We're both laughing like idiots as Jake spins me around yelling, "Bells, Bella, Belly" against my ear.

I'm still giggling when he finally lets me down. Jake can't stop smiling as he introduces me to his friend and I introduce him to mine.

Mike does not seem happy with the intrusion, but Angela and Jessica are giggling and blushing like schoolgirls. You can't win them all.

We end up spending an hour discussing explaining how we know each other and telling everyone about our childhood adventures and fishing together in Forks.

Jake brags about taking bathes with me as kids and his friends rip on him yelling that it is the closest that he has ever gotten to a naked girl.

Embry and Seth's comment cause Jake's entire face to light up red. Feeling particular viscous, I quickly stand on my toes to give him a peck on the check and almost snort when the blush brightens and engulfs his neck as well.

We all laugh until Jessica decides to open her mouth.

"Haha, wow, Bella. Let's hope that Edward isn't the jealous type."

Fucking bitch.

After that things get awkward. Like really awkward.

I instantly stiffen, all the fun of the situation dissolving as I remember that I still have school tomorrow and that Cullen is going to be there.

Of course, Jacob notices my reaction and instantly slings his arm over my shoulder pulling me close into his side.

I attempt to smile at him to reassure him that I'm fine, but even I can tell that my smile is lack luster and half-assed at best.

And of course Jessica is still talking through the awkwardness.

"Not that Bella is dating him. I mean she just met Cullen a week ago-"

"Cullen?" All three boys yell at once, their heads snapping up to stare at Jessica in shock.

Jessica appears to be basking in the unexpected attention, fluffing her hair as she speaks.

"Yeah, Edward Cullen. He and Bella had a study date planned earlier. They cancelled of course. But yeah."

You blonde motherfucker.

If possible, I stiffen even more. Shuddering in worry as I remember the way Edward had man-handled me through the hall and into my car in front of the whole student body and no one seemed to bat an eye.

Jacob instantly responds to my reaction, pulling me even closer into his side, like a one-armed hug. He bends down, pressing his lips into my temple as he mumbles.

"Hey, Bella, look… You know that you can talk me about anything. Like if someone is harassing you… Anything…"

I instantly shrug out of his grip, refusing to look at him.

I pretend to laugh everything off.

"Nah, Cullen just wanted to copy my notes. He's a lazy fucker."

Angela nods in agreement. "That's right. I don't think that I have ever seen Edward Cullen take notes in class."

God bless her.

After that, things seem to calm down again and everyone just chills around the jeep.

By the time the sun goes down and the temperature drops another fifteen degrees, everyone decided to head home.

I hug Embry and Seth before pulling Jacob in for a long and firm hug.

I'm heading into the van when Jacob suddenly yells my name, puling me back towards him.

"Hey Bella, just a sec. I want to give you something before you leave."

He reaches into the pocket of his shorts and pulls out a crumbled piece of paper and pen. From upside down, I can see him jot down a phone number and address.

As soon as he is done, he thrusts the paper into my hand, forcing my fingers to close tightly around it. Eyebrows furrowed, he looks me dead in the eye.

"I mean it, Bella. Anything. Anything at all and you call me."

And for a second, I think that he knows how much shit I'm in.

Comments: Wow, this chapter ended up longer than I had planned; I was hoping to end this chapter at a different point, but the word count was getting too high.

On the upside, I can guarantee that the next two chapters are going to be full of violence, BAMF!Bella, and sexy man beasts.

In addition, I seem to have fallen into a rut with my wording. Does anyone have some suggestions on describing someone being startled or suddenly shocked? I seem to be quit partial to the word "startle" and I need some new vocabulary.

As always, constructive criticism is welcome. Reviews are cherished.