A/N: This is my first Twilight fan fiction. It's a little different but believe me, you'll like it. I'm a total review whore. So bring 'em on.
Not my characters. All Stephanie Meyer's.
White walls. White floor. White door. White pillow case.
Everything about this goddamn place screamed sterility. This was the last fucking place I wanted to be. But what was I to do? Ignore all the signs? Tell everyone I'm fine when they clearly disagree?
I'm not fucking crazy...
It'd been my mantra for awhile.
Truth is, I'd been hearing voices in my head for sometime now. For several months, in fact. I just hid it well. Now they tell me that I'm a Bipolar schizophrenic; a seriously disturbed individual. And truth be told, I was, in fact, disturbed. I was extremely fucking disturbed.
But they refused to listen to me. I knew I wasn't crazy, just a freak. Because those voices had absolutely nothing to do with my past truamas or some bullshit, but the voices were real. The difficult thing is, that these very real voices were only audible to me. But they were definatly fucking real.
I had to admit, when the voices first became known, I did think I was crazy.
But that day had started out just like any other. I'd woken up in my room, sun shining through that damn glass wall and directly into my clouded eyes. Just like every morning. I rolled out of bed and hit the floor with a loud crash, over-estimating the size of my bed. Just like every morning. I quickly got dressed - I believe it was my faded blue jeans, white t-shirt and green zip-up hoodie with a splash of printed design - brushed my teeth and tousled my auburn hair so that it was just the way I liked it. Just like every morning. I was late for school already so I rushed out the door, car keys in hand and a Pop Tart hanging from between my teeth. Just like every morning. And finally, I jumped into my beloved Volvo, sped out of the drive way and lit a Marlboro the second I was out of sight from the giant white house. Just like I did every goddamn morning. There was nothing unusual or out of place. Honestly, the only thing that had changed recently was me kicking the others out of my car, forcing them to take Rosalie's BMW. This was purely because my smoking habit had become a full-blown addiction and while I tried to pretend that I didn't give a damn about what anyone else thought, I couldn't bear to see the look on Esme's face when one of the others narced me out for my smoking.
The ride to school that day was quick. I was pushing 105 mph on the forgotten country back roads. I had barely finished my cigarette as I entered the parking lot of Forks High School. God I fucking hated that place. I stepped out, noticing the red convertable already parked and emptied. I scowled at the English building I was going to enter as the bell rang. I grabbed my book bag off the passenger seat, slung it over my shoulder and slowly walked to class, delaying the coming torture. Shit, I was already late, no use in trying to hurry.
I walked through the door of the classroom. Everyone used to look up to see who was walking through the door but now no one so much as glanced in my direction. I was late everyday. They knew who the fuck was walking through the door. I took my seat in the back, only half-listening to the teacher as he lectured us on... something English-y. And that was pretty much how my day went. Nothing exciting. Nothing new. Just the same old tedium that I drifted along in every single day. And it wasn't just me. None of the others said a thing. We just sat at our lunch table, eating in silence as usual. Just the four of us. Em, Rose, Jazz and myself.
The fucking pariahs of Forks High School.
After school, I quickly ran out to the parking lot, anxious to fuel my nicotine addiction. "Hey! Edward! Wait up!" someone called after me. I knew the voice. I whirled around to see Jasper jogging to catch up with me.
"What's up?" I asked.
"Okay, so I know you fucking hate her and all but Tanya is hav-"
"No." I said in a rough tone. I didn't want to hear a damn thing about that stupid bitch.
"Come on, man. You know she feels horrible and she just wants to talk. Quit being such a fucking douche."
"Please? Come on, just come to this party she's having. It's out on Stoner Road and there's gonna be a hundred hot bitches there."
"No! No, no, no and fucking NO! Alright? I'm not fucking talking to her so you can just go to her little gay-ass party on Stoner Road and tell her to quit fucking stalking me, okay? Damn..." I flung open the driver's side door of the Volvo, nearly hitting the shitty late 80's Toyota next to me. Why would Jasper even consider asking me to go anywhere Tanya would be? Tanya, my first real girlfriend. Tanya, the only girl I would've done anything for. Tanya, my muse and my demise. I told her everything and she just... fucked me over. Not only did she run her mouth to someone else but as it turns out, she was also fucking that someone else. I still didn't know who. That was probably a good thing. I might've commited a murder had I known who the fucker was, whose name she was sighing, whose dick she was sucking. The guy in question didn't have a face to me and yet just the thought of her being with him made me feel like my chest was being slowly ripped apart.
"Dude, atleast go to this party so you can tell her yourself. Gettin' that shit off your chest would probably make you a little less angsty." Jasper was right. He was always fucking right. But it was still hard taking any kind of girl advice from him since he'd never really been in love. I didn't honestly think Jasper was ready for love. But it didn't change the fact that he was right. I calmed down a bit and looked at the ground.
"Yeah, okay." I could never actually man-up enough to say 'Yes Jasper, you fucking prick, you're right.' I hated how he was always right. "But I'm gettin' shitfaced." I added as I climbed into the car.
"Well, that makes two of us." Jasper said as he got into the passenger seat and closed the door. I turned to him incredulously.
"What the fuck, Hale? Go ride with your sister." Jasper rolled his eyes at me and started fishing around in the pocket of his beige coat. He pulled out a pack of Newports and a black BIC light and lit one for himself. My face changed to a look of astonishment, my eyes growing wide.
"Oh please, Edward. We all know why you don't let us ride with you anymore. And I can smell smoke on you all the time. By the way," he added with a grin. "I smoke, too. Don't tell Esme."
Stoner Road is a little dirt road that follows along the Bogachiel River and into the forest until it ends at a somewhat large dirt clearing, probably big enough to hold twenty or so cars. No one really knows why it was made but it quickly became a favorite parking place for potheads, earning it the nickname "Stoner Road" and Jazz and I were now traveling down it. We probably would've been able to hear the babbling of the river perpendicular to us had Jazz not been blaring the metalcore. He did this annoying little headbang thing, his blonde hair a blur as he shook it and mouthing the screaming lyrics. What a fucking nerd. It probably would've been funny, had I not found it absolutely irritating. And I was desperate for the kid to not be such a damn nerd all of the time. Did he ever want to get laid? Yes, yes he did. The way he'd stare at girls asses as he walked behind them in the hallways made it painfully obvious.
Truth was, Jazz was one of my best friends, my other best friend being Emmett, and I liked having him around because despite the fact that he only had two moods (nerdy and asshole-y) he was entertaining. He never failed to put me in a good mood and talk me out of stupid shit. Honestly, Jazz kinda quietly fueled my very rarely seen feminine side. Em, on the other hand, was good for anything testosterone fueled. If I wanted to fight someone at random, he was game. If I wanted to drink beers and talk about cars and bitches, he was also game. And it's a damn good thing Jasper and I had him around. He kept us from growing vaginas.
When we started seeing drunk kids in the bushes making out, we knew we were there. We parked behind a flamboyant looking yellow car and made our way towards the large group of kids that surronded a quaint bonfire. I recognized most of the kids from school. Those that I didn't recognize were probably kids from Taholah or Quileute rezervation. I heard Emmett's drunken booming laugh and I spotted him from across the fire. I figured he had some alcohol or something to get me fucked up.
"Hey, Em! Where's the booze at, ya dumb shit?" I called.
"Edward? Hey, Edward! Get over here! Ya got Jazz with ya?"
I walked around the fire to Emmett. He was lounging in a chair that I recognized from one of the many Cullen family camping trips with a beer in one hand and an unfortunate looking marshmallow on a skewer being stuck into the fire with the other hand. Rosalie sat next to Emmett in another chair with some kind of fruity bitch drink in the cup holder. Even with her violet-blue eyes glazed and drunken, she still had an air and posture that suggested both boredom and superiority. She was currently scowling at a hot dog that she had stuck onto the end of a skewer and held above the flames. Emmett smiled up at us with a big stupid grin and reached into a red cooler next to him, producing two beers and handing one each to Jasper and me. I cracked mine open, chugged it, threw the empty can to the ground and grabbed another one from the cooler.
"Good, good! Jasper's with you. Hey Jazz, hey buddy, there's someone I want you to meet..." Uh oh. Emmett's feeble attempts to boost Jasper's love life always ended very fucking badly. Emmett grabbed Rosalie by the arm and turned to Jasper. "Jasper, this is Rita. Rita, Jasper." Rose whipped her head towards Emmett and wore a look of shock and anger and Oh my God, she's going to fucking kill him. I stiffled a laugh. There's no way in hell that Emmett was this drunk. But apparently, he was. "So Jazz, what'dya think?" Jasper was trying not to laugh himself.
"Dude, that's my fucking sister!" Jasper said.
"I'm your fucking girlfriend!" Rose yelled at Emmett. She sat up abruptly, chucked her hot dog into the dirt and stalked of. She came back a second later to retrieve her fruity bitch drink and dissapeared again. I turned to Emmett, who abruptly burst into fits of laughter, his hazel eyes filling with tears.
"Whoops!" he said once he caught his breath. "I meant this girl right here." He turned to his right but there was no one there. "Oh wait, there she is." He pointed to a girl who was a few paces away, standing next to a tree with a beer in hand, gazing into the fire and bobbing her head to the music. She had long, thick brown hair and brown eyes that were nearly black. Her lashes were thick and her lips were full. Her body was voluptuous and sexy. She was dark, maybe Mexican or Puerto Rican or some shit. She wasn't familiar. She probably went to Taholah High School or Neah Bay. She was sexy enough that I was sure Jasper was going to flounder around helplessly. "Hey, Rita!" Emmett called. The girl looked and smiled turning her gaze to Emmett. She trotted over real fast and took Rosalie's empty seat. It was real fucking obvious that she was happy with Rose's absence. Em intoduced Jasper and I before sitting up real quick and walking away, grabbing me by the arm. I turned my head before leaving, seeing a very unhappy looking Rita and an extremely nervous looking Jasper taking Emmett's chair. "Damnit Edward, I'm gettin' that kid laid if it's the last thing I do." Emmett said once we were away. I looked at my brother and I had to laugh. Jasper's growing libido mattered to him more than it did to Jasper himself. I completely understood. Jasper's room was right next to Emmetts so Em had heard Jazz's "nightly ritual" enough to make Jasper having sex a top priority. Once we were away, we did our usual party routine: scoping out the tits and ass from a distant corner. Emmett couldn't seriously look because he had Rose and I honestly didn't give a fuck about women right now. I hated the whole lot of them.
Just then, I saw her. Strawberry blonde curls bouncing, cheeks flushed with pink and sparkling blue eyes. Body like a damn Victoria's Secret model. A body that I used to kiss, used to hold and touch, among other things... Even after all the bullshit she put me through, I still melted at the sight of her. I cracked open my second beer, chugged it and threw the can to the ground like I did with the previous one.
"Damnit..." I said. "I should've grabbed more beers. I seriously need to get fucked up."
Emmett grinned. "I know how to get cheya fucked up. But you have to come with me."
"Umm... okay?" I was wondering what the hell he was talking about.
"But first," he pulled something off his belt buckle and I realized it was a flask. He handed it to me. "You need this more than I do." I unscrewed the cap and took a large swig without questioning it. Blech. It was fucking vodka. Tasted like goddamn hairspray but I continued drinking it. I grabbed the beer that Emmett still held to chase that god awful taste out of my mouth.
"Okay, so you said I have to come with you?" I asked, preparing to take another swig. Emmett grabbed my arm and began pulling into the woods. I took one last longing look at Tanya before she was obscured by trees and dark. After a second of walking, I began to smell something. It smelled like... like burning leaves, except better. I smiled into the dark forest. I knew that smell.
We came into a tiny clearing about 10 feet around. I could just make out four shapes sitting in a circle on the ground. The smell was stronger here.
"Emmett?" one of the shapes asked in a rough, deep voice.
"Yeah, it's me. And I brought my brother. Hope that's okay." There was some whispering and then the voice spoke again.
"Sure, that's fine. Sit down. Stay awhile." Emmett and I sat. I didn't fucking like this. I didn't like that I couldn't see who the hell I was sitting with but the fact that the smell of weed hung in the air put me at ease, somewhat. They must be peaceful people. Then a lighter flicked as someone hit a pipe and I saw the face of the guy who I assumed to be the one who spoke to us. He was definatly Quileute. Long black hair and a hard face, but he couldn't have been older than twenty-two or twenty-three. Emmett was on the guy's right so he passed the pipe to him. As Emmett took a hit, the Quileute guy blew out smoke.
"Let's go around the circle everybody. I'm Sam." he said. Emmett passed the pipe to me and exhaled. He began coughing like all hell.
"Emmett." he managed to say between coughs. It appeared that we were supposed to hit the pipe and then say our names. So I hit it.
The smoke hit my lungs like nothing else. I tried to inhale more against the pain. Deeper and deeper until I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled the pipe away from my mouth and passed it to the person next to me. I held it in as long as humanly possibly before I started choking. The smoke came out in a huge burst and I thought I was going to cough up a fucking lung. "I'm" *cough* "Edward." The pipe continued the rest of the way around the circle of six. The kid next to me was name Jared and the guy next to him named Paul. In between Sam and Paul was a pretty Quileute girl named Leah who I guessed was Sam's girl. After the bowl was gone, we smoked another, and another, and another. I was fucking ripped. I mean fucking higher than a mother fucker. I continuously took swigs of vodka from Emmett's flask. I layed on my back with my arms behind my head and watched the stars. I watched the stars and thought about life.
I thought about every fucking thing. I thought about how maybe Forks wasn't so bad. I thought about the five other people sitting around me, laughing and talking. I thought about poor Jasper and that Rita girl sitting back by the fire, probably not saying a word to each other. And I thought about Tanya, even though I really didn't want to. I thought about how pathetic I'd be if I went back to the party, grabbed her by the hand, took her to my Volvo and fucked the shit out of her in the backseat, just like we used to do. Just one last time. So fucking pathetic and yet, so fucking tempting. I wanted to kiss those full lips once more, feel the soft skin of her neck and chest with my tongue once more. I wanted to make her whimper my name one more time. The way she whispered it into my ear when she'd cum was intoxicating. I wanted to hear, had to hear it. I was lost in the memory of it when Emmett shook my shoulder.
"Hey, Edward, you want one?" he asked. I was abrupty pulled out of my memory. I thought it was pretty fucking rude until I realized what was going on.
It was hard to see in the dark but Emmett held out three small pills to me in his right hand. I sat up to see what they were. I got a sudden headrush. Yes, on top of my high I was definatly fucking drunk. I groped around the pockets of my hoodie until I found my lighter. I flicked it on over Emmett's hand and examined the pills. They were small and blue with a little line running down the center. Without question, I grabbed all three, tossed them in my mouth and washed it down with the fucking digusting vodka. There was silence for a moment. And then Emmett spoke.
"What the fuck, Edward? You were only supposed to take one! Do you even know what the fuck that was?!?!"
I was honest. "Umm... no?"
Jared spoke then. "Keep an eye on him. Don't let him drink too much. Those were pretty fucking strong. This could be bad. I mean really, really fucking bad." I started to panic.
"What the fuck did I just take?" I yelled. What was going to happen to me? Then the girl, Leah, spoke.
"You should make him drink some water, but not too much or he'll get over-hydrated. And get him to start moving around in about half an hour."
Now Paul spoke. "Make sure he eats a good breakfast, no matter how un-hungry he says he is." Emmett was absorbing the information. Why the fuck weren't they telling me what I'd just taken? Shouldn't I know? I didn't even realize until then that I was shaking. Only Sam remained silent.
Emmett stood up suddenly and pulled me up with him to drag me back to the larger group. He was pulling me along for a couple minutes and I just fucking snapped.
"Emmett! What the fuck?! What the hell am I on?! Am I gonna fucking die?! WHAT THE FUCK?!" I yelled.
"Shhhhh! Look man, you just took three pills of Ecstacy. If you just calm the fuck down you'll be fine!"
"You're fucking drunk! How the fuck are you gonna watch me when you can hardly walk?!"
"Edward?" a female voice called out.
She was running towards me, concern apparent in her eyes even in the dim light. "Edward, what's going on? Can we talk?"
"Not now, Tanya!" I yelled. But as my gaze met hers, I couldn't be pissed. No matter how much I fucking hated that bitch, she was my first love, my only love. I grabbed her hand. "Tanya, I don't know what's going to happen. I just took three pills of fucking ecstacy and..." I broke off. I was fucked. Royally fucked. I pointed a finger to Emmett. "He's way too fucking hammered to keep an eye on me."
Tanya grimaced and turned to Emmett. "Look Em, you really pissed Rose off earlier. I think you should go find her. I'll take care of Edward." And when she said it, I knew she would. Emmett and Tanya stared at each other for a second before he nodded and headed towards the group. After Emmett left, Tanya turned back to me. We just fucking looked at each other in silence for a moment, absorbing each other's prescence. Then, after a moment, Tanya spoke.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
I shrugged. "It doesn't really matter now."
"You're not accepting my apology." She knitted her eyebrows together.
"That's the point." I replied. She stared at me for a long moment. As much as I still loved her, I knew she knew exactly how to manipulate me. And I also knew that any apology of hers wasn't worth shit. It was completely empty. She squeezed the hand that I had forgotten was still clenched in hers. I sighed. "It's not as simple as saying 'I'm sorry', Tanya. You betrayed my fucking trust. You basically told me that all the shit I ever shared with you meant nothing. Is that it, Tanya? I must mean absolutely fucking nothing to you. Because not only are you fucking around with someone else behind my back, but you sit there and spread around all the private shit I ever told you. You fucking know I can't trust anyone. You just made it official that I can never be honest with anyone ever again." I saw a tear streaming down one cheek, quickly followed by another on her other cheek. She was still looking into my eyes and no matter how hard I tried to be angry, the look on her face broke my fucking heart.
"Edward, please, can't we just foget about all that shit tonight? Can't we just... pretend that none of that shit ever happened? Even if it's only for one night?"
I snorted. "Why? Lookin' for a fuck, Tanya?"
More tears ran down her cheeks. "No, Edward, please. I miss you. I wish we could just start over but you've made it clear that that's not going to happen. But can't we just please..." She leaned in real close to me. I could feel her breath on my neck and her tits against my chest. "... please, can't we pretend for just one night that everything is just the way it was before?" Oh my God, why was she doing this to me? Shit, for all I knew I was about to overdose on ecstacy and this would be my last night alive. Would I want to spend it alone? I sighed and then I bowed my head in defeat, pressing my forehead to hers.
"Okay..." I whispered. "Just for tonight." She smiled her brilliant smile and wrapped her arms around my waist. Then she became serious again.
"How long ago did you take those pills?"
"Umm, maybe 15 minutes ago?"
"Hmm..." was all she said. I could hear the music coming from the larger area. It was soft and romantic and it reminded me that for the next few hours, Tanya was mine for the last time. She leaned her head into my chest and with her hair under my nose I could smell that familiar scent from her coconut shampoo. Coconut always reminded me of Tanya now.
We stood there in the trees for a long fucking while. Maybe twenty minutes went by, I'm not sure, but out of nowhere Tanya lifted her head up and bore her sky blue eyes into mine once again. "Tell me how this feels." she said and then she reached up on her toes to kiss me. She traced her tongue along my bottom lip before sucking into her mouth. The sensations were incredible. I'd never had a kiss this intense before. I knew it had to be the Ex. Ex with my ex. ha ha... I thought to myself.
"It's fucking amazing." I said into her lips. She ducked her hands underneath my hoodie and shirt started running the fingers of her left hand up the length of my spine. It tingled and sent butterflies fluttering through my stomach. She smiled against my lips before pulling away suddenly and then grabbed me by the hand, taking me deeper into the woods towards the river.
"Come on!" she said. It felt great to run. It felt amazing to move at all. I had no fucking idea where Tanya was taking me but at this point I really didn't give a damn. She giggled and laughed and broke free from my hand. I started running faster to find her.
"Tanya?" I called out. She'd picked up speed and now I couldn't see her but the sound of her bell-like laughter echoed through-out the whole forest. "Tanya, fucking hell, where'd you go?" I chased after where I thought I'd seen her go. I couldn't find her. There was a break in the trees up ahead so I ran to it. When I reached it, I found myself at the water's edge, pale moonlight throwing shadows everywhere and turning my skin opaque.
"Gotcha!" Tanya exclaimed as she pounced on me from behind. I stumbled forward but she caught me, pulling me back to her. I spun around and saw her beautiful face in the pale moonlight and I knew.
I needed to fuck her. Right there.
I went to the ground next to the river bank, pulling her down with me. She kissed my cheek and straddled me, my hard on growing more and more obvious between us. She leaned down to kiss me roughly, every movement against me making moan against her soft mouth. The drugs were intensifying every sensation and every feeling she gave me.
I had my hands on her ass. I moved them up and grabbed the hem of her shirt, like I'd done a thousand times, and pulled it over her head. God damn she had a nice body. I slid my hands up her back until I found the clasp of her black, silky bra and pulled it off, freeing her delicious looking tits. She smiled and suddenly leaned to her right and pulled me on top of her, her reddish curls splaying across the wet grass. She unzipped my hoodie and tore it off. Next came my white t-shirt. I went back to her mouth, needing her tongue, needing the feel of her fucking perfect tits on my bare chest. Her nipples were hard and it made me groan into her mouth more.
She was lightly tracing her fingers along my back, my arms and my chest. Everything felt so different. It caused a driving need to just fucking fuck the shit outta her. It was consuming. There were too many clothes still on. I moved from her mouth and kissed a trail down her neck to her cleavage and eventually her stomach. I stopped to quickly unbutton her jeans and slip them off her long legs. I was pleasently surprised to find that she wore no underwear. I grinned and lowered my mouth on her, making her moan and push into my mouth, playing with her clit with my tongue. Fuck, I had to feel her around my dick one last time. I'd never needed it so badly. I came back up and unbuttoned my jeans, pulling them down along with my boxers. It felt rushed but I had to feel those incredible sensations again. I was riding a strange high that was making burst with joy and, well, ecstacy as I entered her. It was a strange pull between wanting to move faster to intensify the feeling and wanting to stay still to bask in the sensations I already had. It was the most amazing fucking experience I'd ever had. And then it all went black.
I was fucking freezing. Goddamn why was it so fucking cold? I realized that I had no blanket. I reached to pull one over me but all I found was a handfull of leaves. What the hell? I opened my eyes. The sun was just begining to rise and I saw that I was in the woods on a bed of foliage. Why? What the hell happened last night? The last thing I could remember was having the most amazing sex of my life and then... nothing. Absolutely nothing. I was shivering. I had no idea where I was. I couldn't hear the river. I listened carefully for anything else.
And then my eyes lit up. I could hear a low buzzing of voices. I scrambled to my feet, only to sway and catch my balance on a giant hemlock. I walked towards where I thought the voices were coming from. And then I could here a distinct one above the rest.
... the fuck is he? Carlisle is going to fucking kill us if were not home before he wakes up...
"Hey, Jazz!" I croaked out. I sounded like shit. No, I sounded like I'd been sleeping in the middle of the woods all night with no blanket or shelter.
"EDWARD!" he yelled. I heard the rustling of leaves and then saw my brother appear between the trees. Holy shit, oh my God, what the fuck, holy shit...
"Take it easy, dude. I'm fine. I just passed out in the woods. I'm fine." I reassured him as I looked myself over and brushed off leaves.
"Shit, you must be fucking freezing!"
I nodded. "Yeah, let's get out of here. I need sleep. Right now."
"For sure." Jasper responded. He turned around to head back to the car with his back to me and I followed.
"So where's Rose and Em?" I asked as we came across the main clearing.
"Well, I after you and Em got back from wherever you were, he went to find Rose who was about to total his Jeep." he laughed.
"Damn, all because he tried to hook her up with her brother. He was pretty shitty last night."
"Naw, it was mostly because he tried to hook her up with anyone at all. You know how Rose is." That fuckin' bitch...
"Yeah, she can be a fucking bitch sometimes."
"You stole the words right outta my mouth." This confused me a bit. But he was possibly still a little too drunk to even realize he'd called her a bitch out loud.
"So you get lucky last night?" I asked. He shook his head. No.
"What, you didn't like her?" I wondered. I knew it probably had nothing to do with him liking her but more his crippling shyness when it comes to females.
"No, she was hot and all but... I like girls who're a little less pretentious. I'm not trying to date someone like Rosalie."
"Yeah, Emmett already gave you that opportunity last night."
Ugh, God, I wish people would stop bringing that shit up. It's fucking annoying.
"Oh, sorry dude. I didn't even think about that."
Jasper stopped walking and turned arounds abruptly. "Sorry for what?" he asked cautiously.
"For bringing up the Rose thing again. You just said you wish that people would quit bringing that shit up."
Jasper looked at me wide-eyed. "Ummm..." he said slowly. "I was just thinking that but I never said that." And then Jasper spoke but his lips never moved. That's really fucking weird. It's like he read my mind or some shit.
"What the hell?" I said, taken aback. "How the fuck did you do that?
"Talk without making your lips move?"
"Dude, you just said something like 'That's fucking weird. It's like he's reading my mind or some shit.'"
"Umm, no. Once again, I was thinking that, but I never said that." My eyes widened in disbelief. Was I still fucking tripping? Or could I really read Jasper's mind?
"Think something else." I said.
"I don't fucking care! Anything! Think something and I think I can tell you what you're thinking about."
"You mean you can read my mind? What the fuck did you take last night?"
"Will you please just fucking think about something specific."
"Okay, fine." Camel toe.
"Camel toe." I repeated.
"What the fuck?!" Jasper exclaimed. "You just read my fucking mind! Can you do it again?"
"Try." And so I listened. And once again, I heard Jasper's voice but his lips didn't move. I would've thought it was a trick but Jasper wasn't clever enough to figure out how to do something like that.
"Bullshit." I said, reading his thoughts. "You only wish you had a bigger dick than mine."
"Fuck you." he said, laughing.
It was impossible, but it was true. I could hear Jasper's thoughts as clearly as I could hear him speak. How was this fucking happening? Who could I tell? I decided very quickly that this was one secret I would always have to keep. As it was, I was questioning my own sanity and I could hear Jasper doing the same. What the hell had happened to me last night? Was this all reality? Or was I just a psycho?
A/N: Okay, I know you guys are probably hating the Tanya/Edward relationship and the lack of Alice. Don't worry, Alice and Bella are coming. It's all part of the story. I'll try to have chapter 2 up within the next few hours. Please read and review!
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