A quick re-cap - and a reading of the rights. lol
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And please, for the love of all that is Good and Holy - do NOT read this if you're under 18 years of age. This is rated M for a reason, and if you're not old enough to buy a pack of smokes you should not be reading this shiz. Please? 'Kay, thanks.
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"If an injury has to be done to a man it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be feared."
- Niccolo Machiavelli
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"Everybody says you gotta know your enemies
Even if they only weigh a hundred pounds and stand five foot three
If you just smile and behave you could always get your way
It's a universal plan that'll get you where you can in all societies
So let's shake hands and reach across those party lines
You got your friends just like I got mine
We might think a little differently
But we got a lot in common you will see
We're just like you, only prettier"
-Only Prettier, by: Miranda Lambert
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I am a fucking idiot.
I'm sitting here, all insecure like a little pussy, pushing my girl away and then pulling her back and…I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me.
One second I'm about to eat her alive, the next I'm pushing her away because I feel guilty, like I'll corrupt her or something. And then I turn into a jealous douchebag over fuckwads like Mike Newton, and I practically piss on her leg—marking my territory.
Even though she said we were fine, I can tell she's mad at me. I can see it in the way she barely makes eye contact and in her clipped replies.
It probably didn't help things when Jessica Stanley suddenly decided to try and jump all over my cock as soon as we walked to our second-period class.
Mike obviously spilled the beans about Bella and me being in a relationship, and I've never seen Bella so angry—yet deathly quiet—in the entire time I've known her.
She looks absolutely lethal.
If this were any other skank vying for attention, it'd be different. Bella is new to being…involved with the opposite sex, and sometimes a little jealousy can be healthy in a relationship. Exhibit A would be when we were in the parking lot and I got a little grope session because I went all caveman after our run in with Newton.
Now Bella is feeling a little taste, and something tells me she doesn't like it. I truly feel bad for her because if this were anyone else, she probably wouldn't be coming up with a million different ways to kill Stanley and bury her body. She'd just be a little irritated, but because it is Jessica Stanley—and because Jessica can't stop being such a bitch to Bella,—it just makes the entire situation worse.
I can literally see the fire in Bella's eyes and smoke billowing from her ears. I think her hair might be curling and uncurling right now.
I've never seen her so angry, so furious, and so, so fucking sexy.
Have I mentioned that she's really, really fucking mad?
To try to tame the flame, I've been overly affectionate with Bella. Touching her without reason, sitting closer than needed, carrying her books to class…you name it, I've been doing it.
Much to my dismay, the more I follow Bella around like a lost puppy, the more Jessica chases me.
It'd be comical if my balls weren't in jeopardy.
It's now lunch time, and I've been fluctuating between half-mast and shriveled up in fear all fucking day. I finally find a little relief as I sit down at our table beside Emmett and Jasper. Bella and the girls decided to hit up the restrooms before getting their trays, and I haven't seen them since.
I haven't heard any shots fired or any loud mobs yelling, "Fight, fight, fight!" so I figure that's a good sign. Jessica and Lauren are seated two tables away and seem to be deep in conversation; I thank my lucky stars that Jessica has decided to cool it and leave me alone. For now.
After taking a large bite out of my double cheeseburger, I crack open my Coke and take a swig to wash it down. When I look up, I end up doing a spit-take and cough violently as the carbonated beverage shoots out of my nose and goes down my air pipe at the same time.
Emmett and Jasper both quickly lean away and look at me like I've lost my damn mind. Jasper is shouting, "Lift up your arms, lift up your arms!" While Emmett slams his meaty paw against my back repeatedly.
By now, my eyes are watering and my throat is full of gunk. I'm repeatedly trying to clear it while I motion for the guys to look at the sight directly across the room from us. Confusion dances across their faces for a minute before they lock eyes on our girls, who have just grabbed their lunch and are now stalking toward us.
Somewhere between the bathroom and here, Bella must have decided to shuck her sweatshirt and change up her outfit a bit. Her black shirt is unbuttoned, revealing a white t-shirt that I know she was not wearing this morning. Across the white t-shirt in big black words it says, LEAVE THE BOY ALONE. Unlike this morning, she now has makeup on; her eyes look darker, and her hair is untamed and flowing around her face as she walks toward us.
Unlike Alice and Rose, Bella isn't carrying a tray, just a bottle of water and an apple. Emmett slides down a chair, and Bella sits in his spot. She's cool as a cucumber with a cute little smirk on her face, but she won't make eye contact with me.
She and Rose seem to be having a silent conversation, and if the pointed look Rose is shooting at her means anything, the girls are definitely on a mission.
I'm both terrified and extremely intrigued.
My curiosity wins out, and I drag Bella's chair toward mine until there's no space between us.
"Nice shirt," I say as I drape my arm around her shoulders and attempt to eat with my left hand.
"Thanks. Just something Alice had lying around," she replies innocently as she plucks a fry off of my plate and drags it through the ketchup before she pops it into her mouth.
I've never been jealous of a French fry…until now.
I'm so mesmerized by her mouth and the way her lips move while she chews that I don't even notice Jessica and Lauren standing on my other side.
"Hey Eddie," Lauren drawls nasally.
"Now what?" I ask rudely.
"No need to be a sour puss, Eddie-kins. We were just wondering if you had plans for Winter Carnival?" Jessica drones on.
"I'm not sure if I'm going yet or not," I reply without much thought. Bella and I really haven't talked about it—other than when Newton asked her.
I feel Bella's posture stiffen under my arm, and I realize a little too late that I've answered wrong.
Man I wish I could read her mind. I am so fucking bad at this whole boyfriend gig.
"We could keep you company," Jessica offers, trying to be seductive.
Bella's shoulders start to shake, and I can feel the anger rolling off of her in waves. I look to the other four people seated at our table like a deer in headlights, hoping for a little insight as to what I'm supposed to fucking do, but no one seems to be willing to rescue me.
I open my mouth to reply when I'm cut off by a voice across the table.
"I don't think so," is Rose's clipped reply.
"I'm sorry, what?" Lauren says bitchily.
"I said, I don't think so." Rose sits up a little straighter and levels them with an icy glare.
"What? Are you dating both of the Cullen brothers now?" Jessica mocks, and then Lauren cuts in.
"Cut it out, Jess, you know Eddie doesn't date," Lauren simpers as she stands even closer to me. Now I can smell her cheap perfume, and I feel her brush against my side.
"Oh, but he does. I guess he was just waiting for the right girl all along," Alice taunts as she smiles pointedly at Bella.
"Right. C'mon, Eddie, it'll be fun. Just like old times," Jessica purrs, and I can feel the fight leave Bella as she leans away from me.
"No. Jessica, Lauren, why don't you guys knock it off already? I'm with Bella now—exclusively—and I'd appreciate it if you would stay away from me, my family, and our friends—especially my girlfriend." I try to muster my most menacing tone, but I'm really focused on Bella and her reaction to Jessica's goading.
"You can't be serious!" Lauren snaps snidely.
"What could you possibly see in her?!" Jessica demands.
"Everything," I bite back and quickly shove my chair back a little so I can pull Bella onto my lap. She's completely taken off guard, and to be honest, so am I. The need to touch her is too strong, and before she can say anything, I cradle her face in my hands and kiss her.
I pour everything I'm not ready to say into the kiss. This isn't about proving anything to other people; it's about proving it to each other. It's about reassuring Bella that I want her—and only her. I don't need quick fucks in the back of my car or blowjobs underneath the bleachers at the home football games.
I just need this.
I need her.
If you had asked me a few months ago—before Bella blew in and completely flipped my world upside down—I would've been skeptical and probably told you to go fuck yourself. But what I'm feeling now is real. I truly and legitimately care about someone other than my family and close friends. I am giving Bella the power to completely destroy me, while having faith in her not to.
I'm not going to go into a whole spiel and say that I've fallen in love with Bella, because I don't know what it's like to be in love. I do know that I care about her more than I've ever cared for another girl that I've been attracted to before.
I also know that I fucking hate it when people are nasty to her and treat her like she's a freak. She's not a freak. She's stubborn, and sometimes obnoxious, and just…really fucking beautiful.
So when push comes to shove, and those stupid bitches ask me what I could possibly see in Bella—I don't even have to think about it. The answer will probably always be the same.
"Everything," I murmur against her lips and grin at the radiant smile that is shining back at me.
A/N: I know! I updated pretty quick this time. I just wanted to thank everyone for sticking by me with this. I'm trying to get into a regular update routine. Hopefully, I'll be able to update at least every 3 weeks. That's two weeks to write, and a week for edits.
I'd like to give a shout-out to my crazy-amazing Beta's, I lovingly refer to them as "The Tiffany's" lol. Love you gals, you're the best! See you soon.