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CHAPTER FIVE: When Face Meets Fist
My time spent in the garage with Jacob was what could only be described as lifting, it was a case of I talked, he listened. I spoke about cullenstein and his freaky family, but mostly I spoke about the day he asked me to take that famous little walk with him into the woods, only for him to end our very one sided relationship. I told Jacob of how Edward had told me that we no longer had a future, blah blah blah, yes it's very monotonous. Jacob, who had been pottering about in his rather large toolbox for some kind of wrench, stopped what he was doing, turned around and gathered me in his arm's. I breathed in his scent, he smelled of sweat and oil, after all he had been prepping the bike's for us to work on, well for him to work on and for me to help here and there when I can. I mean, the only thing I know about bikes is that they go very fast, you need a helmet and they can be dangerous according to my dad Charlie, he hated bikes full stop. But it was me who decided that this was a project for both Jacob and I, nobody else. Charlie's oppinion didn't matter, as long as he knew I would be with Jacob, I knew Charlie would have no problem, he saw Jacob like his own son, he could do no wrong. Jacob and I had discussed that Charlie wasn't to know, if the bike's came up in a conversation, let's say if we were on the phone, then they would be changed from bikes to books or something else, as long as Charlie didn't find out because both Jacob and I wouldn't hear the end of it. Once Charlie started ranting, there was no stopping him.
The time with Jacob went too fast for my liking, then again it always does when you are having fun. He had held me in his tight embrace for what seemed forever, as if he was never letting me go, and to be honest with you, it felt good to know that after everything, Jacob was here for me. I didn't want to say goodbye, but I had to. As I got in my truck, Jacob stood with arm's folded watching me leave. I'd see him at the weekend, first thing Saturday morning to be precise. Couldn't come quick enough if you ask me.
Travelling back to my house, I contemplated my day. Deciding it had been productive put a smile on my face. I reached the house, finding it in darkness which meant Charlie was still at work, always a good thing, don't get me wrong, I love my dad, we just don't really talk, which was another thing I was determined to rectify. It's just it had been a long day and I just wanted my bed. I was back at school again first thing, so sleep was needed and badly. Last thing on my mind was discussing my day with Charlie. I opened the front door, switching on the light to the hall. Walking into the kitchen, sure enough there was a note on the small table which we usually eat at.
BELLA,
BEEN CALLED TO WORK AGAIN, SORRY KIDDO. HOPE YOU HAD A GREAT DAY BACK AT SCHOOL AND THERE WAS NO PROBLEMS. SEE YOU IN THE MORNING.
LOVE DAD.
This was my dad all over, straight to the point, no beating about the bush. Another reason I loved him. Sighing, I poured myself a glass of water and trudged up the stairs to my bedroom. Slowly undressing and pulling on my pyjamas, I wondered what tomorrow would bring. Who knew, but whatever happened, happened. I laughed again when I thought back to my little scene with the slut twins, mainly Lauren, must say I think my little outburst had her shitting herself, oh well. Mike had done exactly what I had expected him too, ask for a date, get burned and run away. Let's hope after the way I refused him, he would finally take the hint that I am not interested, never have been and never will be.
My head hit the pillow, I felt my eyes heavy, goodnight world, see you in the morning.
Morning came to soon, I scrunched my eyes as the daylight streamed through the curtains, hearing banging and cluttering from downstairs, Charlie's home. Pulling myself out of bed,I felt like a zombie, realising my stupid legs had gone numb, I fell straight to to floor, banging the back of my head slightly on my bedside cabinet. Wonderful, not. I hurriedly got myself ready once I had picked myself up and dusted myself down. Running downstairs also ended up with me tripping over my left foot on the second last stair and landing in a Bella pile at the bottom which is where I was met by Charlie, standing smirking with a cup of coffee in his hand.
"Morning kiddo, enjoy your trip? Next time send me a postcard eh?" Said dad.
"Ha ha dad, very funny" I retorted huffily as I again picked myself up for the second time this morning, and it wasn't even nine am yet. Could this day get anymore annoying, wait, yes it could, I still have to go to school, awesome, yeah right.
Marching past my dad, I poured myself some coffee and grabbed some toast from the toaster, eeeerrrgh it's burnt.
"Dad, is it possible for you to actually not burn the toast in the morning, I mean honestly, it's toast, the easiest thing in the world to make?" I enquired.
"Don't blame me, it's not all my fault, we need a new one!" huffed Charlie.
"Anyway, how was your day yesterday, did it go ok for you?" He asked.
"Yeah dad, it went well, I hung out with Angela Webber, she has the same schedule as me so we sat together in most of them" "After school I went and hung out with Jake" I added quietly, gauging his reaction.
"Really?" Said Charlie, smiling. "That's great, he is a really good kid, glad you two are spending time together" he added.
"Yeah well, we will be hanging out alot more, we will be studying together, you know that kind of stuff" I said returning his smile.
Charlie just looked happy, which in turn made me happy.
"I gotta go now anyways dad, enjoy your day sleeping" I said, kissing him gently on the cheek, which took him by surprise. Looking out the side of my eye, I saw him touching his cheek. As I said, I intend on rectifying my relationship with him, slow n steady wins the race after all.
My trusty beast got me to school with ten minutes to spare. Angela Webber was sitting on the steps waiting patiently, I think she was waiting for me, smiling I made my over to her.
"Well, good morning Miss Swan" said Angela happily.
"Good Morning to you MISS Webber, ready to face another day of menial hell?" I said laughing.
"With you, hell yeah" she responded, hooking her arm through mine.
We walked up the stairs, almost banging straight into the slut twins, who by the way, couldn't look at me at all, me on the other hand, couldn't give a flying fuck and stared right at them. I expected some backlash after yesterday's verbal bashing they'd been given by yours truly, but nothing. Huh, go figure, for once, I was wrong. Not giving them a second thought, me and Angela headed to class. I just hoped that today would go quickly. Would I be that lucky, I could only hope and wish.
Again lunchtime came with me and Angela grabbing a table, we spoke quietly amongst ourselves, not paying any attention to the glares and daggers I was receiving from the slut twins. I mean, honestly why are these bitches intent on making my life hell, I have never done anything to them other than attending this school. I continued to ignore them, I knew they were hitching about me and Angela, I didn't care that they were doing it about me, but Angela was another story. She was a lovely girl who had done nothing except be nice to me. Deciding that my best option was just to keep calm and ignore it was my first plan, until I heard slut one I.e Lauren say ...
"He probably dumped her cause she is a frigid bitch, now Webber`s hanging about with her, she's just a frigid bitch too, no wonder Ben dumped her too, he told me he wasn't getting anywhere with her, he's actually quite a good fuck".
It was as if all rational thought left me, I saw Angela had tears in her eyes, trying in vain to wipe them away. I hadn't even known she and Ben had broken up, right this second I felt like I had been such a selfish cow, Angela had needed me and where was I, too wrapped up in my own drama. I was an awful friend. Not anymore though.
I looked at Angela again, "Excuse me for a moment"
I marched right over to the slut twins.
Slamming my hands down on their table, I started.
"Where the fuck do you get off making dirty snide comments Lauren, you really enjoy making everyone else suffer just because you lead a boring little life, if you want to make comments about me, by all means, go ahead, but do not bring Angela into it, she has done nothing wrong, grow the fuck up you stupid bitch, sort your own life out before you state your opinion on how we should be living ours" I fumed.
I turned to walk back to Angela, intent on leaving it. But Lauren just had to have the last word.
"Well she's hanging around you like a fly round shit, for your information, it's a free county, freedom of speech and all" she said smirking.
I saw red. I turned, before I knew it, my fist smashed into Lauren`s face, sending her off the seat she was in, her nose streaming with blood.
Mr Molina, had seen the whole incident, hauled me off to the principles office.
Only the second day back and I was in trouble, Charlie was not going to be happy.
Well shit happens when face meets fist. It was a good meeting if you ask me, somebody should have dealt with Lauren sooner than this.
But as always, it was me who dealt with it.
I'm sitting now outside the principles office, I've been told Charlie's on his way.
I don't really care though, he will understand hopefully once he finds out my side.
Hopefully that is.
