Unfortunately I probably won't be posting this quickly usually, but this chapter was already finished from when I had it originally up, so I thought that I might as well post it. Thank you all for your support- you guys are awesome. This chapter is sort of just a filler until I can figure out where I want to take the story. There are so many directions that I feel like it could go in which is difficult for me because I am a very indecisive person. I keep changing my mind every second. Please send me a message if you have any ideas, it will make my life easier if I know what you want to happen!
Chapter 2
I closed my eyes. I must be dreaming. I had to be, that is the only rational explanation that would explain what had occurred. I have had sex dreams before, but I none have left me this completely satisfied. That is, unless this wasn't a dream. I could still feel his hands on me. I opened my eyes.
A hand was grasping mine. The thumb was rubbing back and forth over the delicate skin on my hand. It was his hand. It wasn't a dream.
Holy fuck.
I turned my head to look at his face. He had been looking at me. His gaze was so intense, as if he was trying to figure me out. As soon as his eye caught mine his face broke out into his breathtaking, crooked half smile. His hair was even more distressed than it previously had been. I couldn't help but smile back.
"So Bella," He said my name with such tenderness. "What are your plans while you are in New Hampshire?"
So we were just going to act like nothing had happened, that we hadn't just fucked each other in the bathroom minutes before? Okay, if that is how he wanted to play it, I could do that.
"Uh, well I am just here visiting a friend for the weekend," I lied, hoping that my blush wouldn't give me away. It is not like he knew me well enough to know that I couldn't tell a lie without turning into a tomato.
Yes, I was visiting a friend…Well it wasn't as if I could tell him the truth.
What was I supposed to do now? Could I call a friend like on Who Wants to Be a Millionaire? What was the normal protocol for a person who had a one-night stand, in a plane no less? I had never been in this position. The only person I had ever had sex with was Jake and I didn't even let him touch me until we had been dating for almost a year. Everything I knew about this man, besides his name, was about his body. I mean I had no clue what he did for a living, but yet I knew what he looked like when he had an orgasm.
He leaned down to whisper in my ear, "Your blush is such a turn on. Do you know that your whole body blushes when you cum?"
Okay, so I guess we weren't totally pretending like nothing had happened.
"Are you here visiting or do you live here?" I asked him shakily, trying to forget what he had just said.
He just looked at me trying not to laugh, knowing that I was trying hard to not let his comment visibly affect me.
"I live here. I am actually just returning from a business trip," he supplied. He had a pensive look on his face as he asked, "Do you think that you will have any free time this weekend? I would love to see you again."
"I am not sure," I answered trying to be noncommittal.
What? I didn't want to look too eager.
"How about I give you my number? You have to promise that you will call me though," He said in a serious voice with a wink.
"Of course I will," I said coyly, with a smile. I wanted to pretend for just one moment that this would all work out. I wanted to be able to smile and be happy that I just had mind-blowing sex with a random, gorgeous man. I wanted, just for a second, to be a girl that he could have a future with.
All too soon a sinking feeling bubbled up in my stomach. I wasn't that girl and I could never be that girl. I looked down so that he couldn't see my frown. It would never work. I knew that we didn't have a shot in hell at a future after this weekend.
He reached into his suit jacket, pulled out a business card and handed it to me.
Dr. Edward Cullen. Nice. Why does it not surprise me that he is a doctor on top of it all? It wasn't enough that he was just a good looking man, he had to be intelligent too? I guess the gods really do want to punish me.
He seemed to be so unaffected by what had happened that it was throwing me off. Was this something that he did often?
" We have landed in Manchester. Welcome home or welcome to 'The Granite State.' The current temperature is 72 degrees Fahrenheit. Please remember to open the overhead compartments with caution…"
"Well I guess that is our cue," I told him as I tried to take my mind off of him seducing other women.
He nodded and retrieved our luggage.
We stood at the end of the gate. He gently put his hand on my cheek. He looked so hopeful and happy, as if he didn't have a care in the world. He leaned down to kiss me.
I welcomed his lips with vigour. I pressed my body up to his and dug my fingers into his hair. He reciprocated by grabbing my waist and pulling me closer to him. We stood there, enraptured with each other, until we could no longer breathe.
He pulled back and looked at me with a silly grin on his face, his eyes were unfocused and once again filled with lust.
In that moment I knew my time was over. I was Cinderella at the ball and the clock had just struck 12. I had to escape before the magic ran out and my carriage turned into a pumpkin.
I gave him one last smile and lamely muttered, "I am sorry, I have to go. I'll call you."
I turned away before I could see his reaction. I knew all too well that I wouldn't be calling him. I had to make a clean break. I wanted to preserve this memory as something that was good and uncomplicated. I didn't want to risk having him find out what my real age was and have it tarnish what had transpired between us.
I quickly started walking forward. I navigated my way through a crowd of people waiting outside the gate for their loved ones. I needed to get out of here now.
"Edward!" I heard a woman call out from behind me as I struggled to put more space between us. I fought the urge to turn around and glance at the person that had called his name.
"Isabella?" I heard a timid, unfamiliar voice say my name. I felt an equally unsure hand nudge my shoulder.
I slowly opened my eyes coming out of the sleepy state that I was in. A girl with short black hair was staring at me with a big smile on her face. She had a look about her that was ethereal, almost like a pixie. From the horizontal position I was in she looked as if she was barely five feet tall.
"Hi, I am sorry I was asleep by the time you got here last night. How was your flight? Did you get here okay? I was scared leaving a key with the front desk in case you weren't able to figure it out. Most people who work at the desk have some sort of idea of what is going on and would have been able to help you, but there are a couple girls who must have slept with someone to get the job because they are the ditsiest girls ever. I don't even want to think of what they had to do to get into Dartmouth. I swear that a marching band could stampede in through the lobby and they wouldn't even look up from the latest instalment of the Cosmo they were reading. I mean they tote those things around as if they were the bible. I guess to a girl that only thinks about sex and make-up it would be sort of like a bible. I mean I read Cosmo, but I don't try to memorize it! Anyways, welcome to Hanover!" She ranted in a speed that had to be at at least five times faster than the speech of a normal person.
"Um, I go by Bella," I unintelligibly responded. I was in a state of shock. I was still trying to process what she had said. I was in awe that she seemed to complete her whole speech without once stopping to catch her breath.
"Who are you?" I asked hoping that the question wouldn't offend her.
"Oh my goodness, how silly of me! I am Alice, I am who will be showing you around for the weekend!" She announced just as energetic as before, that must just be her natural disposition.
When I had arrived last night and received the instructions to let myself into the room and sleep on the empty bed, I did exactly that without turning on a light because I was scared I would wake up the person who was sleeping. I didn't blame her for not being awake when I arrived since it was close to three in the morning. Now that it was morning and the lights were on I took a second to look around the room. Everything was pink and perfectly decorated. It somehow was an embodiment of Alice's bubbly and vibrant personality.
"Oh well it is great to meet you. Thank you so much for doing this. I am sure that it isn't your idea of a perfect weekend having to show a high-schooler around," I stated.
"I am happy to do it! I want to help you fall in love with Dartmouth just as I have. Anyways something tells me that this is going to be the start of a great friendship!" Alice bubbled with enthusiasm.
I couldn't help but to laugh at her optimism. She was so endearing and energetic. I could only imagine how she acted with caffeine in her system!
Alice and I quickly got dressed and walked down to the cafeteria for breakfast.
We sat down with our trays full of food. I saw first hand how real the freshman fifteen could become if everyone ate like this at every meal. I had picked up blueberry pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausage, fruit, a cinnamon roll, and some sort of custard that was beside the fruit. I wanted to try everything out.
"So tell me about yourself Bella Swan."
Alice and I got to know each other while we ate. She was right; we were on our way to becoming great friends. This somewhat surprised me because we didn't seem to have much in common. Alice was a first year business student. She dreamt of one day owning her own clothing line. She told me that she grew up not to far from campus with her parents and two siblings. She came from a long line of Dartmouth alumni. The rest of breakfast she amused me with stories of her first month on campus. She had me laughing hysterically to a story about sitting in on a lecture for thirty minutes until she realized she was in the wrong room when a boy walked up to where we were sitting.
"Good morning darlin'," drawled the handsome, blonde creature that had approached us. He was looking at Alice as if the sun shined out of her ass.
"Hi Jasper," she responded. I was surprised that she had been able to produce words. She looked so moony-eyed that I found it hard to believe that she hadn't started drooling.
He winked at her and then proceeded to walk by.
"Umm, explain please," I said laughing at her expression. She still had a glazed look on her face.
She blushed as she told me, "That is Jasper, the man I am going to marry."
After I had sufficiently grilled her on all topics pertaining to Jasper, who was no more than a mere acquaintance at the moment much to Alice's chagrin, we left the dining hall. She then acted as my tour guide and carted me around the campus. At some point, while we walked around the campus, I had a revelation. I could see myself there. I could imagine myself grabbing coffee from the coffee cart on my way to class and sitting under the trees to catch up on my course readings.
Alice was even patient enough to spend an hour in the library waiting for me as I made my way around, browsing the books and imagining having them all at my disposal next year. I couldn't wait.
"Bella," Alice interrupted my musings. "I forgot to tell you earlier but, if it is okay with you, I was planning on taking you to my parents house for dinner. Usually we try to get together once a week for a family meal."
"I don't want to intrude. I can just stay in your room and catch up on homework," I said, already becoming uncomfortable thinking about being an awkward outsider amidst their family time.
"No, I insist that you come! I already told my parents about you and they are dying to meet you!"
I was learning fast that Alice was used to getting what she wanted with no exception when it came to me, I seemed unable to say no to her. That is why two hours later, after I had unwillingly been given a makeover by Alice, we were parked in front of her parents house in their wrap-around driveway. I actually think mansion would be a better term to use.
"Ali is that you?" A voice called to us when we walked in the front door.
As we walked into the kitchen we came in contact with a woman who was drying her hands on the apron she was wearing around her slender waist. I assumed that she was Alice's mother, but she looked so young that it was hard to tell. She was very beautiful. She had long caramel coloured hair that was styled in soft curls past her shoulders and blue warm and inviting eyes. Her face broke out into a breathtaking smile when she saw us.
"Hi Mom," Alice said as the woman embraced Alice in her arms and kissed her cheek.
"You must be Bella," she stated as she turned to hug me. "It is so nice to meet you!"
"Thank you for having me Mrs.- uh," I trailed, becoming embarrassed when I realized that I didn't even know Alice's last name. "I am sorry I don't know your surname."
"That is okay dear. Just call me Esme," She said in a sweet voice. "However our last name is Cullen."
Cullen? Edward's last name is Cullen. That is a weird coincidence. Maybe it is a common name in New Hampshire.
I then heard an all too familiar velvet voice bellow, "Mom? Are you home?"
Oh God. So maybe it wasn't a coincidence.
"We are in the kitchen," Esme called.
I turned around and found myself face to face with the man that I had planned on never seeing again.
Sorry that I am not sorry for the Cliffy! ;) This week is going to be super busy for me, but I hope to update again by next weekend, maybe we will see what Edward is thinking… How do you want Edward to react to finding out who Bella really is? Review and let me know.
