Try as I might to be a reformed character, Mike Newton has pushed me too far!
All week he has been staring at Bella's chest and thinking the most lewd thoughts about getting her alone. He is concocting some kind of scheme to invite her to a party, get her tipsy and make a move on her. I don't think she would like this, of course it's up to her, but it doesn't seem very romantic and Bella likes romance.
Mike Newton is many things, but Mr. Darcy he is not.
Everything I read over the summer about feminism points to these kinds of designs being inappropriate. His plan to make her pliable with alcohol is particularly base. I cannot bear for her to be at risk of assault from his fetid mouth. The thought makes me fairly shudder.
Mike, who claims to be her friend, has consistently letched over her whenever her eyes are averted. It is most distressing.
Despite my efforts to avoid dwelling on thoughts of Bella, there is no denying that I am still very much in love with her. I want to protect her. Of course I want to be with her, but i know that she is too good for me and that it is impossible. However she chooses to live is up to her, but I very much want her to be safe and free from manipulation by that oversexed slug Newton.
I decided that I had to act, but felt that I should talk to my siblings first. Over lunch I explained the predicament as best I could, though it was especially hard to talk about some of the details- I struggle to find the words when talking about such delicate matters, even though I have been the unwilling viewer of all kinds of lustful fantasies from all six members of my family.
Bella is considerably shorter than Mike and this put her at an unknown disadvantage before lunchtime. As my family and I sat talking and pretending to eat, Mike replayed how he'd glimpsed the blue strap of her unmentionables at the end of class as Bella slung her backpack on and it had pulled her clothes askew on her shoulder.
When Mike started replaying how he'd peered down Bella's shirt when she was sitting and he was standing, I had to quickly focus on Jessica's thoughts to block him out. She was staring at me and having the most off putting fantasies of the two of us, which left me feeling frankly traumatised. Still, it was better than the alternative. Bella hadn't known what Mike had seen and there is no doubt she would most definitely not want me of all people to see her body exposed unwittingly through Mike's eyes. It would be most ungentlemanly.
My siblings and I decided it was best to call in Emmett's offer to prank someone for me and Emmett said he had just the thing. He whispered something to Rosalie, who smiled and said 'Alice, we're going shopping.' Alice was obviously ecstatic at this proposition. I'm not sure what they have in store, but they said that by tomorrow Mike wouldn't be thinking about Bella's curves any more.