What if Bella and Edward were best friends and the opposite poles? What if the line between friendship and love started to erase? All Human!
All characters belong to Stephenie Meyer
All happenings belong to me (Emma Cullen!)
A normal day in Forks. The sun was in the sky even though the clouds were surrounding the blue, well I guess as it was summer; the sun had to be there no matter what.
Charlie, my father, had already gone to the Police Station, and I was alone. In peace. Eating my breakfast and enjoying the quiet. I finished quickly and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and peep myself one more time in the mirror. I was still too white for July, but I guess being me – it was no surprise.
The sound of a horn made me jump. But the rhythm was just too familiar. God, did he always need to be so punctual?
I grabbed my bag and was already outside the house in a second.
“Hey Bell, why are you running?” my best friend laughed. “Late again, huh?”
“Ha ha,” I mocked as I sat in the passenger’s seat of his Volvo. “You know, Edward, some of us actually have something to do rather than speeding all night till sunrise in a Volvo.”
He arched one eyebrow. “Yeah, like reading for example? What, are you reading Wuthering Heights again?” his deep voice came husky, maybe because he’d been awake all night racing as he some times did in summer.
“Actually, is Romeo and Juliet,” I mumbled a bit ashamed. Yes, I was geek. I loved reading, so what? Sue me!
I sometimes couldn’t believe how two totally opposite people could go so well one with the other. Edward and I had been best friends since I first put a foot on this town, when my mother Renee died and I came to live with my dad when I was seven. We had been inseparable for eleven years now. But we were truly different.
He was the popular guy, the best one of the swimming team. And overall, he was charismatic and… well - I had to admit, really handsome. And me, I was the total opposite. Not social at all, more of the indoors sports –with that I mean; reading and watching a movie from time to time, and I was completely average in beauty. I’d nothing that shocked people in my face, unlike Edward. His emerald green eyes killed almost every girl on this town. I said almost, because I couldn’t count me. He was my friend, almost like my brother.
“Sure,” he amused and then his eyes turned mischievous. “Ready for a swimming party?” he gave me his Colgate smile.
I sighed, always the same with him… “You know I don’t swim, Edward.”
“We’ll see that,” he chuckled as he pressed the gas pedal to the max to go to the lake to spend a sunny day together – as we loved to do in summer.
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“What is it, Edward?” I gasped.
He bit his lower lip. “Jeez, I’m such a baby! I never thought this would be that difficult…,” he laughed nervously, arching his neck to the back.
Suddenly I wasn’t myself anymore. Or maybe… this was the time in which I was being myself more than ever.
I took his face with my hands, commanding his eyes to look up to mine. His body became suddenly rigid with my unexpected action. “Tell me, Edward. Tell me now.”
Chapter 25 (part 2) ||
“You are more important to me than you think, Bella. Way more important.” He modulated every word perfectly, as if his life would depend on me getting the message.
My head was spinning around, the shaking had spread through all my body. But I needed to know how much more important - because he was way more important to me too than he thought. Way, way more. “W-what do you mean, Edward?” My voice came up as a pleading - and I was sure desperate.
His emerald green eyes were again too deep in mine, the dark now overpowering almost all the green. I felt something warm in my face, and then I realized it was his thumb brushing the skin of my cheek in a sweet way. But his touches had something, something I had never felt in them before… something that wouldn’t let him shake it off of my body. As if they were pasted together with some impossibly strong glue and they could never break away. And I couldn’t be gladder.
He took a deep breath. “I mean that I long for you in more ways that you could ever imagine, Bella.”
My stomach was twisting so much in that moment that I thought it would break. I made my best to make my words audible. “Which ways?” It was almost a moan. My hands were still in his cheeks – shaking.
His thumb had reached the corner of my lips by now, his eyes intently in my mouth. I gulped heavily again and steady myself clenching my feet to the kitchen counter, because I suddenly felt as weaker as ever. No – it was not weakness. It was a feeling of flying. I felt as if I were about to start flying now. Yes, it was exactly that.
“Jeez…,” he breathed, coming a bit closer. “In impossible ways. So strange and unique and amazing ways…”
“In which ways, Edward? What do you feel?” I didn’t know if he heard me. I couldn’t hear myself anymore, I was flying already.
“I feel… I feel something more—”
Two figures entered the kitchen right there, cutting him off. But I was still too submerged in Edward’s words to really hear to what they were saying. Their voices seemed anxious.
Edward was the one who broke away, jumping a foot backwards. I stayed with my hands touching only the air, my head still spinning too much. My heart still flying.
“Yeah, yeah, we’re going.” The only voice I could hear was Edward’s… so velvety. So husky, too.
“Now, Edward!” The sudden shout made me wake up from my trance and look to where the shrieking sound was coming.
Lauren was staring at me as if I had a contagious disease and I was in quarantine. I restrained the necessity of punching her hard in the face that suddenly came with force. Mike was monitoring the situation at her said – his juvenile face stronger with a frown.
I was flinching, looking at everyone as if I had suddenly lost it. Edward took my hand and squeezed it. “They want us to go play a game,” he whispered at me and then rolled his eyes.
“A game?” I said warily, trying to catch my breath again. “Really?”
“Yeah, really. We should go…,” he offered his hand to me. But it was as if his eyes were telling me the opposite, as if he really wanted to stay where we were and finish what we started. What had we really started? What had he told me? It was as if I was too up in the sky to even listen to any word after his thumb reached my lips.
I took his hand anyway. I knew this intense, private moment between us had already ended. My legs were shaking so badly that when I landed in the ground, I almost fell. His hands caught me just in time and steadied me. “You clumsy girl,” he chuckled in my ear.
I almost choked again. What was wrong with me? Those stupid words he was telling me were making impossible things to me! And I just wanted to hear that special tone in his voice every time he spoke – but only to me.
Everyone was already sitting when we reached the living room, all around the coffee table. Some of their eyes were impatient, others mischievous, others were nervous, others happy… and others just too hurt. I grimaced as I saw Jasper’s face immersed in a big pain as he stared back at us. God, this dating and romantic aspect of life was more difficult than I’d ever imagined.
I went silently to sit beside Alice, not wanting to meet Jasper’s eyes again. I sat almost across Edward that was sitting beside Emmett.
“Let’s start,” Angela sang impatiently.
I frowned. “What are we starting, exactly?”
“Truth or dare.” Emmett said mocking a mysterious voice.
“WHAT?” Edward and I shouted at the same time.
Everyone stared at us mutedly for a second. “Why the shock?” Mike suddenly asked. But his face showed that maybe he knew why the shocked was so big.
“Umm, I— I just think it’s a little bit childish, you know? We are already grown ups.” I tried my best to speak coherently despite my choking state. Alice’s eyes were skeptical in my face, and I damned red so much in that second; I knew I had completely blushed. Just the thought of this game with the players that took part of it… I couldn’t even think it.
Emmett’s loud guffaw resounded. “Don’t worry, Bella. Promise we are making it for ‘grown ups’.” He arched his eyebrows.
God, did I always have to mess up things with my BIG mouth?! “That was not—”
“Alright, Isabella! Just cut it, already!” Lauren sighed heavily as if she was annoyed.
Just like her super trooper friend. Isabella. Ugh. You know what? BRING-IT-ON!
“Okay. Let’s start, then.” I said with a security I really didn’t feel.
“Oh, I start!” Rosalie said, her bright smile showing her beauty just a little more. “Umm, Alice, truth or dare?”
Alice laughed nervously. “Truth.”
Rosalie smiled at her, sweetly. “Who do you think is the cutest guy of all of them, leaving your brothers on a side, of course.” She laughed, and winked at Emmett.
Suddenly all our eyes were posed on Alice, as if we were trying to read her thoughts with our concentrated stares.
Alice giggled nervously for a second, her eyes in the floor. But then she lifted them up and they were posed completely in one person. She grinned, then, ashamed. “Jasper.”
Suddenly all of our eyes turned to Jasper. Mike and Tyler whistled in a teasing way.
The answer caught Jasper off guard, his eyes widened for a second. But then he smiled back, warmly. “Hey, thanks, Alice.”
I could hear an almost inexistent growl coming from Edward’s lips, but I wasn’t sure if somebody else heard it – nobody commented on it.
Alice giggled again. “It’s true, you are kind of cute.” And then she turned her eyes to me, her stare apologetic. I thanked her through mine. She didn’t really know how much that relieved me, instead of enraging me.
Jasper laughed then, enjoying himself. “Well, you are kind of cute, too.” Though it seemed as if he was trying to exaggerate it for some reason – some reason I maybe knew - it sounded as if he really meant it.
Suddenly, a breath I had been holding for too long inside me without even knowing it - went out of my system. For only seconds I felt completely relaxed, but then the tension increased again when it was Alice’s turn.
She scanned the little place with mischievous eyes, trying to find in the others’ stares what they were desperately trying to hide. She giggled then, her eyes sparkling.
“Emmett,” Alice said trying to remain serious. Emmett found Alice’s eyes with excitement.
“Truth or dare, big brother?” She grinned at him.
Emmett thought for a second, his eyes lost in some invisible spot of that woody space. He then turned his eyes to Rosalie, and spoke. “Truth.”
Alice clapped her hands and arched a tiny eyebrow. Her naïve face decorated with a romantic smile. “If you could ask Rosalie anything, what would that be?”
Emmett kept his eyes in Rosalie’s face. Her own eyes now narrowing in a timid way. But I could see how much she was enjoying this and also how much she wanted him to answer that question.
For one second I thought he was going to act as the usual Emmett; laugh and say something funny. But he surprised me. His features became suddenly serious and mature.
He half smiled to Rosalie and still without taking his eyes off her, he breathed deeply. “I would ask you to be my girlfriend. I would ask you to see me like something more than a funny guy and to realize that I can be someone important in your life. That I could be that one that would hold your hand through tough times and laugh with you through happy ones. I promise I’ll show you I can be that guy, Rosalie Hale. Because you deserve that and much, much more.” He finished with a soft smile and dropped his eyes to the floor when he realized everyone was intently staring at him. Suddenly everything became completely quiet.
I was sure everyone’s mouths were hanging open as mine was. I was completely astonished of Emmett’s speech and of this Emmett. An Emmett I had never seen before, but one that I liked a lot.
Suddenly a noise of a chair made me come back to reality. Rosalie’s walk was flawless as she was approaching Emmett, her gaze concentrated in only one objective. She walked through Mike and Tyler and reached him, her lips already parted as she jumped to his lap.
She took his face with sure hands and placed a strong and yet too soft kiss in his lips. Emmett eyes snapped open with the sudden action, but then melted and closed again. They stayed like that for some minutes that I was sure they felt like mere milliseconds.
Rosalie separated her face from his, only little inches. Though it was intended to be a whisper, all of us were too determined to listen and the silent became too much.
“Emmett Cullen,” she smiled sweetly. “I can see that man you are talking about in front of my eyes, I always see him. But if you want to show him more to me, I’d be more than pleased. And of course I want to be your girlfriend.” She giggled in his ear.
Emmett face illuminated and for a second he seemed to be in an ecstatic state. “Hell, yeah!” He shouted and clutched her to his arms. Everyone laughed then; Emmett would always be… Emmett, no matter how sweet he would be. And that was good. Rosalie requested his mouth once again, giving him a much stronger kiss. With that everyone started cheering and whistling.
Everyone but me. Though I wanted to laugh and be happy for them, suddenly that pain overcame my chest, my arms finding reflexively the place that hurt the most. But my heart was still beating, though it seemed impossible how.
I tried to take my eyes off the happy couple, trying to understand why the pain would overcome me in such unexpected and different situations. When my eyes were trying to find something to pose on, they found a pair of eyes that were staring back. One of a color that would take my breath away. They wandered worryingly, scrutinizing my face. But there was this same feeling in their depths, that I was sure resembled perfectly to my own.
Just then it occurred to me that maybe the situations weren’t as unexpected and different as I thought. That maybe there was this only thread that would sew each one of them together.
Edward’s eyes were still connected with mine, as if we were living in a parallel universe of all the other ones, one too little to be filled with more than two. I didn’t want to take my eyes off him, I was afraid that that would make him disappear.
A sudden gasp coming from my lips shook me, when I realized the only thing that would separate us would be… me.
“Bella!” I felt something pulling me.
“W-what?” I said disoriented, visualizing again my friends and school classmates staring warily at me.
Alice squeezed my hand at my side. “You were like dead for some seconds.”
“Oh,” I frowned. “Promise I’m alive.”
Alice stretched to me. “Yes, but not for too long; Emmett chose you.”
I stared at Emmett in shock, his lips curled up in a mischievous grin. And I could do nothing else than gulp heavily.
“Bella,” he said slowly. Rosalie was now sitting at his side, their hands intertwined. “Truth or dare?”
I felt my brain overworking, predicting what would be better – or what wouldn’t be that bad. But it came up with nothing. I looked at Alice with desperation; she should know what to do.
Alice shrugged at my side, for her eyebrows together I knew her brain was working as much as mine. “You know Emmett, the dare can kill you.”
She was right, I couldn’t choose dare – I was too afraid of what he could ask me to do.
“Truth,” I mumbled in a new language that I was sure didn’t exist until now.
“What? I couldn’t get it.” Emmett frowned, approximating his ear to me.
“TRUTH!” I shouted back, too hysteric to just talk.
He grinned hugely. “Alright, if you say it with that conviction, girl…”
Why would he—“OH, NO!” Alice and I shrieked at the same time, realization crashing us like a big snow ball in the face. “I prefer dare!” I shouted, stumbling with the words as they wanted to go out all at the same time.
Emmett shook his head, determination taking place in every inch of his features. “Nope, you’ve already chosen. You can’t change it now.”
“You can’t do this to me, Emmett.” I begged to him through my eyes, my heart already beating with violence.
Emmett eyes held this strange wisdom for some seconds, but maybe I made it up to my own convenience. “Trust me, Bella. I know what I’m doing.” He said this very low, as if it was intended to reach only me.
“Could anyone include us in the conversation, please?” Lauren sighed heavily, demanding attention.
But I couldn’t look away from Emmett. I was too scared to look at anybody else. Too scared of what was about to come. And my mind could only project two names; Jasper and Edward.
I took a deep breath to steady myself. There was no other thing to do right now. Emmett was completely decided; I could see that in his sure expression.
“Bella,” he said too clear.
“Mhm?” I was already immersed in a big, dark pool. The darkness pulling me more to its depths with every tick-tock of the clock.
“Did you dream you kissed my brother, Edward?”
I shut my eyes closed. I couldn’t see everyone’s expression as I said the truth. And the darkness was almost reaching my neck by now.
“Yes, I did.” The whisper that went out of me was so weak that it wouldn’t have reached anyone if it wasn’t for complete the silence inside Angela’s living room.
And, of course. Of course everybody shouted ‘WHAT?’ as if someone had told them the world was ending tomorrow. It was sure ending for me though, but tonight.
Only one pair of eyes mattered to me truly. And if I wouldn’t listen to my brain so much, I would sure be opening my eyes right now, shouting to him that I was sorry, that please, don’t hate me. But I was a chicken.
The place erupted in laughter, then. Some deep voice, maybe Tyler’s one, was talking about what a dirty dream should have I had. Another one, maybe Rosalie, was questioning Emmett, trying to find out how he knew about this. Her tone had an angry edge, and it was understandable. Her little brother was dating the girl that had dreamed about her best friend. What a bizarre situation. Ugh, we could sure make a movie about all this.
My eyelids were still glued. Even if the voices started going stronger, some calling to me; Alice was telling me to not worry at my side, trying to reassure me. Angela somehow seemed overexcited by the idea. Lauren was telling Jasper what a *edited by mod* I was, and how much she knew that since the beginning.
But none of that mattered to me. Not really. I only wanted to hear his voice, to see his eyes, to feel his hands in my face, to smell his neck… Nothing else mattered but him.
So I obeyed my heart instead of listening to my mind so much. I opened my eyes slowly, carefully – worried of the scene that could be taking place just in front of me.
But every fear crumbled when I finished. Between this jungle with hungry, desperate wild animals, my best friend had his eyes sparkling. His mouth was the tiniest bit more open than the usual. His body tense but yet relaxed was giving these silly tickles to my stomach.
It was as if he was trying to speak to me through his eyes, shooting thousands of words that would explain what he was feeling right now. But I couldn’t see disgust or anger or hate in any of them. I could only see something too weird that would increase the tickles.
A song suddenly sounding made me break back to reality. Though I was enjoying of the other one just too much.
Unconsciously, I turned to the sound. Jasper was feeling his pocket with shaky hands, his eyes in anywhere but me. Something inside me broke, then. Something tiny but important… I had hurt Jasper, and badly. Not just tonight, but every single minute I had spent with him.
Jasper took the cell phone with a fast movement and sighed deeply. “I should get this, it’s dad.” He rolled his eyes to Rosalie. “Dad?” He called to the black cell phone, his voice like the one of a dead.
After some ‘mhms,’ and ‘ahas’ he closed the tiny thing. “I need to go, dad needs help with a boat.”
Rosalie sighed heavily, standing up. “I go with you, I’m sure he’ll ask you to do everything as he always does.”
Jasper nodded once, his eyes grateful. Then, without meeting my eyes, he said a general ‘good night’ and apologized to Angela for leaving now. With that, he went out of the house.
Rosalie gave Emmett a soft kiss in the lips who pouted back, and then after a much cheering good-bye, and also without meeting my eyes, she followed her brother’s path.
“Bella, is your turn.” Alice told me, then.
Ugh. I really wasn’t in the mood to make any interesting question or dare. “Umm, I really don’t have anything in store. I’ll give my turn to someone else.”
Emmett was going to talk, his face already decorated with a huge smile, when I cut him off. “I choose, Emmett.” My voice came stronger than what I intended, but I was still a bit pissed off.
“Ugh,” he groaned, folding his arms across his chest as a little baby.
“Ang, I choose you.” I smiled at her; she would never do anything I wouldn’t want.
“Okay, thanks, Bella.” But her voice showed this edge I didn’t like, and that strange wisdom was once again in her eyes.
Angela’s eyes posed in the same second in one spot, one that gave me goose bumps.
“Edward, truth or dare?”
My best friend’s face was a poem as he realized ‘Edward’ was him. He messed his hair up, and bit his lower lip. “Dare.” It was as if he’d had already chosen long before.
Why did my stomach filled again with the tickles with only that word? Why did my legs shook instantly? I tried to compose myself breathing deeply.
Angela smiled brightly. “I dare you to cross Bella.”
“You what?” Edward and I choked out at the same time.
Angela smiled again, her eyes calmed. “You have to kiss her forehead, then her left cheek, then her right one, then her chin, and then… her lips.”
I almost fainted there. I was sure all the blood had suddenly left my body. I felt her words sounding again and again in my mind; ‘and then her lips.’ That feeling in the pit of my stomach overcame me again, my heart almost jumping off my chest.
My eyes were glued to my hands, too ashamed to look up and meet his. I was sure he was grimacing right now, I was sure he would refuse this. So I just waited patiently for some seconds that felt really like a whole life.
But no ‘WHAT?’ or ‘ARE YOU CRAZY?’ sounded. There were only quiet whispers through the air, maybe they were not whispers but I was too submerge in my own world to really hear to what the others were saying.
“Okay,” I suddenly heard my best friend saying. “It’s a game, I can’t back out now, right?”
“Right,” I thought to hear Emmett shouting. Not really sure though; my eyes were still in my hands, my head still spinning too much to think anything coherently.
“Bell…?” The sound of his voice calling my name made me look up. He was already standing, his stare sure in my eyes. Without waiting for an answer he started walking across the coffee table, reaching where I was. I gulped heavily as he came closer.
My heart was already doing impossible things inside me, making me feel as if I had run the longest marathon today. I clenched my hands to the sofa, supporting my body that felt once again too weak.
He finished his way to me, his eyes at every second on mine. I could hear once again a buzzing around me as if the world would continue even if this was happening. But not for me, I was once again in this only place that we two would fit. And now it felt as tiny as ever.
He kneeled in front of me, his eyes just a bit higher than mine. My body shook violently as he took my face in his hands. His hands were shaking too. I needed to close my eyes but I couldn’t. I could not do anything else but stare as his deep emerald green eyes, absorbing as much of them as possible.
His thorax was going up and down in an uneven way. There were only inches separating us – but it felt as if we had to fight an army of newborn vampires to reach each other. His face came suddenly closer, and I gasped when his lips touched the skin of my forehead.
He pressed them too lightly, too softly… leaving the place all too alive, as if all the cells of my body went to that same spot to experience the feeling of minute electric sparkles.
His lips lingered longer than necessary in the spot and now my eyes surrendered. I closed them slowly at the same time my hands clenched strongly to the couch – I was flying again. This time I wasn’t alone, though. This time he was with me.
He continued with his part in this game. His scent intoxicating my essence. He reached my cheeks and brushed them with his lips, leaving the same electric path in the way. Though he could have separated his face from mine while changing the place of the kiss, he didn’t do it. His nose was at every second touching some portion of my face, not breaking away for anything in this world.
I couldn’t think of anything but Edward in front of me. Anyway my brain had the littlest place to damn everyone that was surrounding us right now, and not just the ones that were in the house, but I couldn’t think of that right now.
I suddenly wanted this to be happening for some impossible reason… but to be happening in somewhere where only he and I, were.
His hands had moved to my neck now, giving the same pleasant tickles with every stroke he made. He brushed his nose through the corner of my lips until he reached my chin. I moaned quietly as this time his lips were parted.
And I felt as if I couldn’t contain myself anymore. I felt as if I was going to grab his face strongly with my hands and crush his lips to mine, already. I was suddenly aching for him in such way that seemed impossible. Without a mouth that wasn’t mine I kissed his forehead that was the closest to me. And it was his time to moan quietly.
Our breathings accelerated even more as he started going the way up to my mouth, my heart was pounding so much that it resounded in my ears. Making this situation even more intense.
In the little gap our lips needed to trace to find each other, my mind started processing everything. As if it were working in a much stronger and faster frequency than it had ever done. Every single moment, word, touch, laughter, tear we had lived together appeared strongly behind my eyes. As if my mind had saved every little detail deep in my heart.
I remembered the times he had made me feel so well with myself when I felt down, or the times he’d had faith in me when nobody else had. Or the times he’d helped me with crazy things like dressing up as a chicken in the manifestation of stopping the chicken kill. Or the time we had laughed our heads off when we’d dressed up like hippies or when he’d had the incident with that poor Chihuahua. Everything. Everything we were together was present in me now. Even the things that were of each own were here, because in the end, we were nothing without the other one.
The gap was ending, his nose already brushing the corner of my lips once again. But this time my lips were the destiny.
There, as if suddenly someone had taken a veil off my eyes, I saw everything immensely clear. So clear that it now felt impossible not to have seen it before…
There was only one reason why his touches ached more than any other touch I had ever had. Only one reason why the single thought of leaving him would produce such unbearable pain inside me. Only one reason why I was completely addicted to him. And it wasn’t only because he was my best friend.
It was because I loved him. I loved him with every single breath I would take. I loved him with every single movement my body would make. He was the prince my mother wrote about. He was my person, my other half. The one I’d die if he’d vanished off this world without even thinking it twice.
I was in love with my best friend – I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with Edward Cullen.
In that same second realization hit me completely, his sweet lips brushed mine - an almost inexistent, little touch that made my whole world rock. And I just wanted to shout it! I needed to say to him everything I had just thought, I needed his lips to touch mine again...
But a shrieking voice sounding from the front door made us both jump. A too hideous, familiar voice.
“Hey! What—” JessicASS started saying, reaching the living room, and then trailing off as I was sure she saw the too compromising situation. Though Edward was now in his feet again - it was obvious that something was happening. I made my best to hide the frustration that was emerging from every pore of my skin.
Jessica almost ran to our spot and clenched to Edward’s chest. “What was going on, baby?” Though it seemed as if she wanted to use another term at the end. And not a nice one, precisely.
Everything became quiet again. And I just wanted to die. What was I doing? I was going to kiss someone that had a girlfriend. Even worse, I was going to kiss someone that had a girlfriend when I also was with someone else. Even though Edward and I claimed that it couldn’t be called ‘girlfriend’ and ‘boyfriend’. With my cheeks burning I dropped my eyes to the floor, too ashamed to look up at her.
Even if I wanted so badly to take JessicASS’ hands away from him, even if I was dying a bit more with every touch between her awful claws and his shirt, I contained myself. In some tiny, irrational part of my brain I felt like a ninja right now, though, programmed with almost inhuman movements to approach the enemy.
But that was the irrational part of my brain. My mature, rational one was telling me how bad I was doing everything right now. How much I was messing all up.
“Nothing, Jessica.” Edward said then, his voice huskily. From the corner of my eyes I saw him pulling off Jessica’s grip in the most subtle way possible.
But she noticed. “NOTHING? So Ms. easy kissing you means nothing?!” Jessica shrieked to him. Then her eyes posed on me, if looks could kill I would sure be disintegrated by now.
How did she know? For the tiniest of seconds my mind could think two things parallel; the first one was if maybe Lauren had messaged her and that was why she came earlier to the party, regarding she had her aunt’s birthday party first. The second one and the one that was overpowering all my senses was how the hell she called me.
With feet that weren’t mine I stood up, not really knowing what to do.
But Edward’s almost growl made me froze in my place. “Don’t you ever call her like that again, you hear me?”
“Unbelievable!” She shouted at his face, moving her arms at her side frantically. “You really are going to always defend her? Don’t you know that the only thing she wants is having you? Huh?”
My nails dug to the bare skin of my hands. I breathed deeply to contain myself – though she was making it really difficult.
When I was going to talk and defend myself, she talked first – her eyes suddenly glistening with tears. “Don’t you know how much I love you, baby?” She clenched her hands to Edward’s chest again, burying her head on it.
Edward sighed deeply, but he was too much of a gentleman to pull her away this time. “Please, Jessica…,” he muttered. “Let’s go talk outside.”
Jessica’s eyes flinched with horror. “W-what? I don’t want to! I’m fine like this.” She shrieked as she pulled Edward even closer to her.
Edward’s arms were resting at his sides, his face unemotional. “Let’s go, please.”
And even though I repulsed her as nothing else in my life, even more than Leah – I suddenly felt bad for her. She really looked as if she was hurting, and I didn’t wish that to anyone.
She nodded slowly and trying to compose her suddenly too distorted features, she walked behind him, her pace just too slow. They turned for the living room’s door and then disappeared, a slammed cutting the impossible silent place.
And I suddenly felt disgusted with myself. I had become someone I hated. I had almost done what had produced me such an immense pain in the past. I had almost become a monster. Stupid Bella.
With that thought I collapsed on the coach, my body still too shocked by this heated situation. Everyone was still too quiet, trying to digest what had just happened. I let my eyes shut close, not wanting to see all the skeptical eyes turning in my direction.
Four arms found me, then, in a big hug. And I let my body relax, letting Alice and Angela comfort me. Though I knew, deep inside, the there were only a pair of arms that could truly comfort me right now.
“Everything will be fine, Bella, you’ll see.” Alice whispered in my ear. “I have a gift, remember?”
I smiled a bit, but only for them. I didn’t feel like smiling at all, I felt awful. Bella - the awful monster. The story of my life.
“I’m sorry, Bella. I shouldn’t have asked him to do that dare, I really am. I just thought—”
“Well, you thought wrong, Ang. There is nothing here, okay? There is nothing and can’t be anything either, because I’m leaving this town in just a few days.” I spoke in a weak whisper. But not only because everyone was too close, just because I couldn’t say that tough words loudly. They hurt too much. But they were the truth, also – at least the second part.
Though that unbearable pain was overpowering almost every cell of my body and the tears were threatening to spill; I contained myself clutching stronger to my friends’ arms.
“I need to go home,” I choked out after meditating it for some seconds. “Sorry Ang, but I’m not feeling well…”
Angela nodded at my side, her eyes understanding. “Don’t worry,” she smiled sweetly. “I’ll go with you to the door.”
“Can we go through the back one, please? I really don’t want to see them.” The mere thought made me grimace.
She nodded, standing up. “Bella needs to go, she doesn’t feel well. I think she’s running a fever.” Angela lied, requesting my hand to make me stand up. Her voice had been outstandingly even when she spoke; a much better actress than me, clearly.
Lauren snorted. “Maybe you are hot for someone that doesn’t belong to you?”
“No one belongs to anyone here,” Emmett said strongly before I could say anything. He then smiled back at me. “Feel better, Bella. I hope you do, you know? You don’t deserve feeling bad.” He winked at me at the end and came to my side to give me a bear hug.
“C—can’t b—breathe,” I choked as his arms almost strangled me.
“Oops, my bad.” He grinned apologetically and went to sit again.
After giving a quick ‘good-bye’ and a murdering look to Lauren, I went out of the house from the back door. Angela and Alice following right behind. They gave me another big hug and all the strength in the world, and with that, trying to look the less at my sides afraid of what I might find, I hopped to the truck. My hands still shaking when I started the engine and headed to my house.
I drove automatically, focusing only on the moves. I reached my house in less that I expected, glad there were not many policeman in town that could notice my excess of speed.
The lights of my house were all off when I went inside, and I sighed in relief as I noticed Charlie was asleep and wouldn’t question me of how the night was. I wouldn’t have stood it.
I entered to my room as a walking zombie, feeling too weird to really feel I was myself. I put my Oasis sweat in a millisecond and landed defeated in my bed. My head was spinning around so much that I thought I would vomit.
I breathed deeply, trying not to think in everything that had happened tonight. Trying not to feel his lips in my face… the brush between them and mine. I tried not to think in the tears that were starting to stream down my face as I thought how much I was giving up for not becoming a monster. I tried not to think at how much I would miss him when I’d go to Dartmouth.
I only could think in one thing, one that had been in my head for longer than I thought. With an adrenaline rush I jumped to my feel and took my cell phone. My hands were shaking, though, and it took me longer than it would take me in any other situation to finish it. But it was decided. It was determined. This was the only thing I was completely sure. And it couldn’t wait any longer.
‘Jasper, we need to talk.’
I gulped and pressed send.