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Chapter 4

The rest of the holiday weekend was pretty fucking boring.

We didn't see Dad again the entire time. I assumed he was passed out in a gutter somewhere, as per usual, which was great, because it allowed me and Alice to enjoy our Aunt and Uncle without having to deal with his bullshit.

We did some touristy stuff for Esme's sake, which I hated, but went along with a smile.

Truth be told, I was just in a good mood from the time I spent with Bella those few days prior.

Carlisle and Esme left on Sunday morning, my uncle once again reminding me that 'I'd always be a Cullen' as his parting words. I guess seeing the fucked up shit we put up with from Mr. Masen first hand really got to him.

Monday morning, I left the house with Alice as per usual, keeping my eyes peeled for any sight of Bella on our way to school. Unfortunately, she was nowhere to be found, though it was probably a good thing. I don't know if I was ready to deal with another six hour erection. It was better to see her at the end of the day, when I could go home and jerk off right afterwards.

I was starting to feel pathetic, but couldn't really give any less of a shit.

The first half of the school day flew by, my mind constantly wandering to Bella's tits and ass and eyes. Luckily for me, I didn't give a shit about school, with no intentions on going to college, so the distraction wasn't much of a problem.

At the end of fourth period, right before lunch began, I decided to head outside for a cigarette. Mr. Banner, my bio teacher, was basically passed out at his desk, so I was able to sneak out the door and into the quiet hallway with no problem.

As I made my way towards the door closest to the smoker's corner outside, I was distracted by the sound of piano music coming from the band room.

No fucking way it's her.

Inching closer to the door, I strained my ears, hoping to be able to identify the player by their voice. I didn't have to try too hard; soon, a beautiful voice sang out with the music, stopping me in my tracks.

It had to be her.

My heart was pounding in my chest, and I felt like I was in a fucking stealth mission as I kept my body pressed against the lockers right next to the classroom door, listening. I knew I had to peek through the door's window, needing to confirm these amazing fucking noises I was hearing were really coming from Bella.

With a deep breath, I leaned to my left, bringing the classroom into view. It was her, of course, and I saw her sitting at that piano that was way less nice than the one she had at home. Her eyes were cast down at the keys, but I could still see a brightness in them that I hadn't seen before. I guess it was from doing what she loved, playing this fucking incredible music.

I knew I was running out of time before I was noticed, but I couldn't seem to look away. I was transfixed by her face as she sung out to the melody, her eyebrows pulling together as if she was lost in thought. A shiver ran through me as I watched her, though I was sure I wasn't cold. I was just in fucking awe.

Far too fucking soon, her song stopped, and I forced myself to move along towards the door so I could go have the fucking cigarette I left my class for.

As I stood outside in the cold and smoked, the image of Bella at that piano continued to sweep through my head. I couldn't believe how talented she was; she was most definitely being modest when we chatted about it on Thanksgiving night. My body still felt electrified by her song. It was how I imagined some theater nerd would feel after seeing his favorite show on Broadway or some shit.

I didn't want to give myself away, but I knew I'd have to confront her about what I saw. She would fucking know, anyway, as there would be no way I could keep my cool with her after hearing her sing like that. I'd just let her know I stumbled upon her playing and thought she was fucking good. That's it. I wouldn't bring up the way her song made me feel, or how I noticed that light in her eyes as she played. I would just fucking compliment her to get it out of my system and move on.

I felt like I was going fucking crazy.

As the remainder of the day went on, slowly might I add, I began trying to convince myself that I would feel this same way if I saw any chick that I'd fucked blow my mind with her talent.

As if Jessica Stanley had a talented bone in her body.

Still, that had to be what this was about. Plus, my dick and I already knew that we were hot for Bella unlike any other. She was just… my fucking type, I guess. She was smart and strong and so fucking beautiful. I really couldn't compare her to any of these other dumb sluts that I'd been with.

So I'd convinced myself it was normal to have these weird butterflies in my stomach all day in anticipation of telling Bella what I thought of her music. Just because I hadn't experienced it before didn't mean it was some freaky obsessive bullshit; I just finally met a girl who wasn't a stupid cunt.

It wasn't that serious.

By the end of last period, I felt confident that I could casually approach her and let her know I thought she was really good. It was totally normal for friends to compliment each other, and we were friends, right? We talked basically every day on the way home from school. Just because we fucked doesn't make it weird.

I would not fucking make it weird.

I wouldn't have, at least, if Emmett didn't approach me by my locker before I could get out the door.

"What's up, bro? How was your Thanksgiving?" He asked me.

I shrugged, kicking my locker closed and heading towards the school's exit. "It was whatever, you know. You?"

"It was cool, dude. Same shit." He started as he followed me through the hall. "I went to a party at James' house on Saturday, and you know who was there, dude? Bella fucking Swan!"

I almost fucking stopped in my tracks, but managed to pull myself together at the last moment.

Where the fuck was he going with this?

"Yeah, and?" I asked him, attempting to sound disinterested.

"Well, I thought it was weird because she beat the fuck out of the guy at my house that night, so I started watching her to see what she was up to. Plus, I know you've been banging her…"

"Spit it the fuck out, Emmett." I cut him off.

"She totally fucked James, bro. I saw them go into his room together, and they were in there for a while, so I asked Laurent what was up with them. He said James and Bella have a history or some shit, I don't really know the details, but they totally banged. Laurent said James told him she was the best pussy he'd ever gotten, you agree with that?"

My heart fucking plunged in my chest. "Shut the fuck up, bro." I said, my thoughts fucking racing with images of Bella and that mother fucker together.

What the fuck? Everything she'd said indicated she fucking hated his guts. A history? Why the fuck wouldn't she bring that up?

My mind raced on as I walked out the doors and to my usual spot, ignoring Emmett and operating completely on auto pilot.

Why would she fucking tell me that, anyway? It's not like I was anything to her. We slept together fucking twice, and what, occasionally have fifteen minute long chats on our walk home from school? With my sister?

She didn't even know I had this weird fucking obsession with her. Maybe she fucking noticed the erection I sported every time I was around her, but she was probably fucking used to it. She's hot and she obviously has fucked around, and I knew that, but for some reason the thought of it made me fucking nauseous, like I didn't want to share.

With trembling hands, I managed to pop a cigarette out of my pack and into my mouth, lighting it as my eyes scoured the doors, waiting for my girl to find me outside.

Not that she was my girl or anything. She was just the girl I'd been fucking. Kind of. I had no fucking claim over her, though I fucking wanted to- I didn't want to fucking share her. It's not like I was fucking anyone else; apparently, I couldn't. I couldn't even get hard enough for that skank Tanya to suck me off at the club. My dick only fucking wanted Bella.

Did James even know how fucking talented she was? Granted, I just figured it out for myself three hours earlier, but fuck. Did he know? Was he even capable of appreciating something like that?

As I racked my hand through my hair, I watched Alice and Bella as they exited the school and made their way toward me. I felt as if I'd had the wind knocked out of me, looking at Bella after hearing her play the piano, and now after knowing she'd been with James this weekend.

More recently than she'd been with me.

Still, as she approached my cock leaped to attention, despite the foul imagery running through my head; James touching Bella's tits, James kissing Bella's neck…her mouth….

It was that final thought that snapped me into fucking action. I tossed my cigarette to the side and stalked forward towards the girls, ignoring my sister completely as I gazed into Bella's eyes and grabbed her by the wrist.

There was no fucking way that prick James got to kiss her, and I did not. I should have kissed her last time we were together. I should have been kissing her every time I saw her. And I should have been the only fucking one that got to fucking kiss her.

She should be mine.

I tugged on her wrist, leading her through the crowd of students departing the school and leaving my sister behind. Bella said nothing as she followed me, though her eyebrow remained arched in position, asking me silently what the fuck I was doing.

I kept walking until we approached the back of the school, pulling her into the alley between two of the buildings.

With brick walls surrounding us on either side, in total privacy, I grabbed onto her face with both of my hands, looking into her fucking mesmerizing eyes momentarily to make sure she wasn't fucking freaked out by my behaivor or anything.

She was not. She was probably fucking used to men going crazy over her. She was hypnotic.

Now sure that I could get away with it, I finally let go, not giving a fuck about any shitty rules I'd set for myself in the past. With my hands still on her face, I leaned in and smashed my lips against hers with fucking fervor.

She responded immediately, her little hands running up my shoulders and gripping on to my hair.

I continued to hold her face against mine as I kissed her, allowing my tongue to run across her lips and finally fucking taste her, like I'd been dying to do from that first fucking night we spent together. Her skin wasn't the same, I needed this, her mouth connected with mine, fucking swapping spit with each other.

An involuntary groan ripped from my chest as she pushed her tongue into my mouth, deepening our kiss. Bella pressed her tiny body against mine in response, a small moan leaving her as her hands gripped tighter in my hair.

My girl. Mine.

My brain was in overdrive as I gripped her hips, pulling her somehow closer to me as I continued to lose myself in our kiss.

I couldn't fucking bear the thought of that fucking asshole having her like this. I did not want to share. Another noise came from my chest, this time more so resembling a growl.

I spoke into her mouth before I found the restraint to hold the word back. "Mine," I grumbled against her lips. She gasped against me, her mouth quickly leaving mine to reconnect at my jawline, where she began placing opened mouth kisses down towards my neck. I groaned again, my fingers digging even harder into the soft flesh at her waist.

"Fuck, Edward," She mumbled against my skin, and I brought my hands back up to her face, grabbing it so I could once again press my lips against hers. I held her head in position so I could kiss her as fucking deeply as possible, my throbbing dick pressed against her clearly showing how much I fucking wanted her. How crazy she was driving me.

I walked forward until I had Bella pressed against that brick wall, my body morphing into hers as we continued our desperate kiss. "I fucking want you," I mumbled into her mouth, running my hands up and down her sides and wherever else I could get them.

"You can have me," She moaned against my lips, her little hands fisting my jacket and pulling me ever closer to her.

Her words hit me hard, some deep recesses of my heart lighting up at their implication. I continued to pour myself into her mouth, letting my body do what it fucking wanted and just let go.

It was dark by the time we'd finished with each other in that secluded spot behind the school. I took her hand, giving it a tug as I let her back into civilization, letting go once we hit the street and began our trek home.

We walked slowly, despite the cold Chicago wind that blew in our faces. I couldn't tell how she felt, but I knew I was trying to extend my time with her for as long as I could. I wasn't ready to part and have to fucking think about everything that had just happened and the way I fucking reacted.

"You gonna tell me what that was about?" Bella finally spoke, breaking our silence.

I shrugged, keeping my eyes straight ahead. I could think more clearly when I wasn't looking directly at her. "I dunno," I started, unable to fucking find the words to explain myself.

She kept walking in silence, waiting for me to come up with a valid response to her question. I wasn't sure if I could come up with one, though.

"I dunno." I said again. "I guess I got kind of carried away."

"What got you so carried away?" She wouldn't let me get away with my bullshit answers, it seemed. As per usual.

"Uh, well. I guess…well," I was stuttering, trying to sound fucking chill about the whole thing, though I felt anything but. "I was talking to Emmett, and…"

Bella stopped in her tracks. "Was this about James?"

"No!" I spoke, finally looking at her. The accusatory look in her eye nearly knocked the wind out of me. "Well, kind of, yes." I admitted.

"Why can't these fucking assholes keep shit to themselves?" She grumbled, more to herself than me, and continued walking on. I followed behind her like a sick fucking puppy.

She turned to face me again, walking backwards as she kept her eyes glued to mine. "It's really not your fucking business who I sleep with." She said.

"Fuck. I know, Bella, I didn't fucking ask, Emmett just told me. I didn't want to fucking know." My words came out fast and desperate. I swallowed, trying to fucking reign these foreign emotions in. Since when did I give a fuck about explaining myself?

Since now, I guess.

She looked over my face once more before turning back around, walking forward, but remaining close to me.

"I believe you." She said, and I exhaled. "I don't fucking like that people are talking about the shit I do behind my back, though. I'm gonna fucking kill James."

"I thought you hated that prick?" I asked before I could help myself.

She shot me a glare. "It's really not your fucking business, Edward." She spat at me.

Anger shot through my system, her words cutting into me. "What if I want it to be my fucking business?"

She sent me another sideways glance, this one less threatening than the last. "What does that mean?" She asked.

Good question.

I shrugged, again at a loss for fucking words. "I don't fucking know." I mumbled, rubbing my face with my cold hand to try to get some sense back into me.

Bella remained silent, so I spoke again. "I'm fucked up, Bella. I don't know how to do… feelings, I guess. I don't want to." I added, just in case she'd want to fucking 'fix' me or something. "I do know that I did not fucking like hearing about you and that piece of shit together. And if you want to know how I feel about it, I feel like beating the piss out of him for fucking touching you." I growled the last part, my rage fucking spiking as the imaginary version of Bella and James fucked in my head.

She didn't answer for a moment, taking the time to pull a cigarette out of her bag and light it. She spoke right as she began to exhale the smoke. "Okay," she said gently. "That's not that bad."

I laughed, relieved at her reaction. Her lips quirked up into a smile, as well, sending that weird fucking burst of energy through me.

"Have you fucked anyone else?" She asked after a moment.

"Ever?"

"Since me."

I shook my head. "No."

"Why not?"

I sent her a pleading glance. "I just didn't fucking want to, okay?"

She laughed again, this time a soft chuckle. "Okay. Good." She smiled, flicking out her cigarette as we approached my house. "I wouldn't have liked it if you did, either." She spoke timidly, though a small smirk played on her lips.

Another rush of relief flew through me. My heart was beating fast, I noticed, but in a good way. Like it was fucking fluttering in my chest.

"Good," I agreed, my eyes transfixed on her face. I stopped in front of my gate, not ready to go in yet. "So…" I started.

"So, I won't fuck anyone else if you won't." She said, throwing a playful punch at my arm.

I laughed out loud and she laughed with me, her favorite laugh of mine that came from her belly. "Fucking deal." I agreed, feeling almost joyous at the prospect. "But…" I started again, but she cut me off.

"No buts. It's not a thing. Don't get weird about it, Masen." She smirked. "We're just two people who fuck each other."

"We can hang out sometimes." I added.

"Yes, and we hang out sometimes."

"Maybe we can just like, kiss, too, right? Like, right now?" I was just throwing all caution to the fucking wind.

Bella laughed her special laugh again. "Yeah, Edward. We can kiss right now, too."

I laughed along as I brought my lips to hers. We stood there, outside my house in the dark together for longer than I hoped was noticed.

"Goodnight, Bella," I called from my stoop as I watched her walk away.

She turned around briefly, shooting me a 'peace' sign with her hand before heading down the road.