 to make me push harder to get away from the dangers that could lurk in this place. I broke speed just before the station, leaning my hands onto my knees I caught my breath. I hadn't chosen the safest route to run through but thank whatever powers were watching over me because I got here safely. Straightening up I started forward towards the entrance of the police station. As I walked in however I was sure I saw a flash of bronze dash back into the alley I had just moved away from.
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Last night was the first night I dreamt of Edward Cullen.
That crooked grin plagued my thoughts even when I woke up this morning. Sweat lined my brows and I lay panting for breath. He hadn't even touched me in my dream let alone kissed me. He hadn't needed to. It was just the way he looked at me that sent fire coursing through my veins. It was so possessive, raw and calculating like I was going to disappear if he didn't keep me locked in his sight.
But that was in a dream two hours ago and right this second I'm seated in the dinner with Angela waiting for the rest of the group to show up and if there's one thing I'm certain of… I'm going to avoid Edward Cullen like Seth avoids my cooking.
"What's his name?" Angela asked me suddenly with a giggle.
"Whose name?" I blushed a little wondering what she saw that made her ask.
"Come on don't be coy Bells. It's written all over your face. What's his name?" she smiled teasingly.
"It's not like that Ange." shaking my head to clear it I try and distract her because I'm pretty sure she'll have me committed if I say Edward Cullen. "So ask Eric to prom yet?"
Pretty shy Ange blushed and her jaw dropped. "Oh my god I can't believe I forgot to tell you! Ben asked me right before I grew a big enough spine to ask Eric."
"Um okay wow, major information overload here Ange. Since when is Ben a leading man in the story of your life?" I was genuinely curious now. Eric for some unfathomable reason had been the object of Angela's affection since she laid eyes on him. Jacob had narrowed it down to 'love is blind' which I did swat him for, considering he scoffed at my school friends and that was a blatant pun on Angela's bad eyesight and mock of Eric's slightly… um… emo style.
She laughed shyly and adjusted her glasses. "I don't know. He was just so sweet on the phone you know?"
"That's great Ange, I'm really happy for you." a sincere smile formed on my lips.
We didn't get to discuss things any further though because everyone else chose that moment to join us. It felt good to see them again, I'm around Jake and everyone around the reservation so much that I forgot about how fun these goofballs can be. They serve as the perfect distraction from my thoughts of Edward and his new found interest in me.
Mike and his group are considered very popular at school. Eric Yorkie as stated before is slightly emo but really sweet. Angela Webber is the kind heart of their group, she's really pretty, unbelievably shy, always willing to help and impossible not to like. Jessica Stanley is a boisterous, bubbly blonde who has forever had a crush on Mike. And sandy blonde haired blue eyed Mike Newton has never been one to waste time, a fact highlighted right now. He jumps head first into everything and Jessica has never been one not to go along with what ever Mike says so when he suggests we play truth or dare even before being properly seated Jess is all for it. I begrudgingly wake up and follow them outside to sit on the lawn and remember that this is why I spend more time down at the reservation than with them.
"Don't look so worried Bella we'll start of slow." Eric smiles his toothy eager to please smile and squeezes my shoulder slowly. As we form a circle on the grass, thankfully the dew isn't too bad. "So who's first?" he asks rubbing his palms together.
"I'll go." Jessica offers impatient to please Mike and grins expectantly at him for her dare… to no avail.
"Oh I have one!"
Jessica's smile fades and she turns away from Mike to scowl at the bellowing Eric. All's lost to him as he formulates his version of torture on the friend he affectionately calls the 'Shrill Shrew'. "Truth or dare?" he asks Jess ominously.
"Dare." She grins expecting something pathetic that only he could consider being a shudder worthy dare.
"Good." He grins evilly way too happy with her choice. I find myself actually leaning away in trepidation. "I dare you to call Greene and tell him you're having the sickest sexual fantasies about him when he addresses us in school assembly."
OH!
MY!
GOD!
CRUEL! WHO KNEW YORKIE WAS SINISTER!
Mike snorted loudly and high fived Eric while Angela and I shot a clearly horrified Jessica a sympathetic look. Regardless of whatever… No one deserved that! Principle Greene made dinosaurs look young and sexy, he was practically a fossil on legs himself and he had the shiniest balding head on the planet! Did I mention he's a chronic spitter? So yeah... Eww!
It took her a second to get her head in the game but then she determinedly woke up and strode over to the pay phone outside the diner. "There's no way in fucking hell I'm calling from my phone." With angry jabs she dialed Principal Greene's number and Mike strode over to her wanting to make sure she wasn't pulling a fast one on us. They both waited a while as the phone rang and then Greene must've picked up because Mike gave us a thumbs-up and shoved his fist in to his mouth to muffle down his laughter.
"Hi Principal Greene I know this is your personal number but I have a problem and I was hoping you could help me with it." Jessica's face was paling with each word but that was much better than the awful green shade she turned as she continued. "It happens every assembly… when- when you're addressing u- us. The way you're s- s- so forceful and demanding I start getting these crazy thoughts like str- stroking you till you're hard. And licking yo-"
I swear I was going to be sick. That was by far the most god awful thought one could ever have the displeasure of having planted in their head. Eric looked paralytic on the floor the way he was laughing and I swear Mike was biting his fist so hard he was going to draw blood anytime now.
"WHO IS THIS!" we heard Greene raw with anger on the other end of the line and Jess jumped in fright and quickly slammed the phone down.
She was positively mortified when she got back but one look at Eric and she was livid. According to the rules though you can't ask the person who asked you so she directed her anger elsewhere. "Angela truth or dare!"
Angela swallowed fast and without missing a beat yelled with such conviction that the Pope wouldn't doubt her! "TRUTH!"
Jessica how ever was taking no prisoners. "Describe your first crush."
Angela shot me a worried look and I shrugged in sympathy hoping against hope that for her sake Eric didn't realize it was him. "Um…."
"That's not a descriptive word Ange. It's not a word at all!" Jess barked still annoyed.
"Err… he's thin." I could see the wheels in Angela's head turning as she tried to escape by being as vague as possible.
Go Ange! I thought happily.
"He's not good at any sports, he's really cute in a geeky way and he's never really noticed me."
Eric snorted. "What a loser! Angela baby forget the geeks and try out some manly men like me and Mike over here." He flexed his imaginary biceps for her.
Her eyes darted to me and we chuckled discretely.
"Mike truth or dare?" she asked quickly probably out of fear of laughing outright.
"Dare." he said it like it should be obvious.
"I dare you to drive to your house and tell your folks you knocked up Mrs. Cope." Mike turned an odd shade of green.
I swear it was for reasons like this that I loved Angela best from this lot. Jess might've been a bitch to her no more than two seconds ago but she was still willing to get revenge on behalf of all of us from the idiot who started this game. Mike!
"You can't be serious?" he barked clearly outraged by most of his friends rolling on the floor laughing our asses off.
"What's wrong Mike? Scared?" I asked considering I was the only one besides Mike that was still in a sitting position.
"No." he said in irritation. "Come on." He grabbed his keys and raced to his car with all of us scurrying to follow. Part of me knew he was racing because he wanted to get this over and done with as soon as possible.
Mike has always been a lucky bastard and things were no different today. His parents weren't there when we got to his house so he put up a note on the fridge and made a point of writing down that Mrs. Cope is pushing 75 and has thus far surpassed the age