selfish blood runs through my veins

She was pleased that for the moment, at least, her little lie had paid off. Aurora lived to be on people’s good sides, lived to be the girl of a thousand faces who could simultaneously have it all. “Oh, Bella, as if I could ever!” Aurora laughed, placing a perfectly manicured hand on Bella’s shoulder. “After all, we’re sisters, aren’t we?”

        "Definitely." Her lips twisted into a pointed smile: she liked Aurora, she did, but... there was something about the fellow fury that confused her. That was a thought for another time, though, and she quickly changed the subject. "So," she started, "You're coming to the party in a few days, aren't you? The one at my apartment? I'm sure the other tenants wouldn't mind a little noise." They probably would, but Bella didn't care.

"Ah, excuse me? Have - have ya seen a dark blue sketchbook anywhere around here? It’s small and it has my name - Evangeline Abrams - on the front cover."

        "You should probably be more careful — anyone else and these little sketches might have already been in the paper." Bella waved the book in her hand, clearly bored with it, before offering it toward Evangeline. "They're not bad, by the way."

        "It's not her fault you're incredibly picky. I live with you and I can barely remember it all."

        "Of course! Be warned, though: my mom's going through a phase, and she's going to try and sell you a wallet... I'll give you the money now, just throw it away a few blocks away from our house and you'll never have to see it again." Bella shuddered just thinking about the bedazzled wallets.

        Their sudden proximity had Bella spinning: she hadn't expected Jake to spin the situation back onto her, but she wasn't complaining. However, if he'd been expecting to walk away from the situation without a kiss... or two, he was sadly mistaken. Her eyes fluttered to his own, then his lips, and she gave him the smallest of smiles. "Well, Henderson: I think you added a few too many words to your sentence, there," licking her lips, she brought them closer to his before whispering, "remove the words 'with', 'right', and 'back'.... and you've got yourself a sentence." She pushed their lips together, softly at first, and then with ferocity.

        "Obvious fools? It's not good to call yourself names — it's damaging to your self-esteem, you see."

        "I might be right, otherwise you wouldn't have resorted to using such foul language."

"Mmm," Jake couldn’t help but sigh as he felt Bella pull herself closer into his back, her hands gravitating lower on his body. "Fuck Bella. You can’t just fuck with me like this. Rile me up and shit. You’re the dangerous one." 

        "Whether or not we're together doesn't make a difference — you're mine, Jacob Henderson, and I can do whatever I wish with you." There was an unspoken "I'm yours" that would have spilled out of her mouth had she the ability to confess her feelings.

"Oh you’re regretting fucking me now? That’s fucking real beautiful, Bella. Guess I didn’t get that memo.” Jake bit, his lungs filled with smoke as he stomped down the bleachers towards the field. He kicked the fence quickly, hoping she wouldn’t be able to see the act of anger, before leaning forward and draping his arms over the metal. His dark eyes stared at the field as he flicked the cigarette between his fingers, refusing to look back at Bella.

        Her next actions were probably stupid, but as she wandered over toward him, she slipped her hands around his waist and pulled herself toward him. "You don't know anything about me if you believed that," she sighed softly, her words coming out in another mumble. Jake had her mumbling quite often, and not in the way he used to. "You're more dangerous than any cigarette I've ever smoked, Jake." Her hands trailed low on his waist. Curving her fingers into his skin, she growled out, "Much more dangerous."

        Bella felt her lips twist into a grin as Aurora gave a bit more insight into her adventure. Shaking her head, she chuckled. "Well, well, well, how fascinating." Despite the monotonic tone her voice had taken, Bella truly was fascinated. After all, she rarely got her hands dirty — she preferred mind games. Mental tests. Watching someone go insane was much better than watching someone bleed out. "Remind me not to anger you," Her words had a slightly threatening undertone to them as if to say, 'I was not being serious. I couldn't give a damn if you were angry or not, I'd crush you.'

"Don’t look so surprised babe, I’m a single heartthrob, remember? Rich as fuck, hot as fuck, captain of the football team. I’ve got all the credentials.” He listened to her rant about pitying the girls who slept with him, and at that he couldn’t help but throw his head back and chuckle. “Last time I checked Bells, that was you.” Jake retorted with laughter in his voice before standing up, seeing her icy glare he leaned over to give her a quick peck on the forehead before lighting up another cigarette. 

        "I'm afraid I've seen much hotter men than you, Jake." She did her best to remain calm when he spoke of her, and fired back, "Well, we all do things we regret, don't you think?" Bella ignored the flutters that manifested in her belly when Jacob kissed her and instead opted to scoff.

"Freshman? You know that’s below me. I wait until they’re at least sophomores Bells, cut me some fucking slack here." Part of him knew that he should feel bad for messing with her, and fucking half if the school, but he just couldn’t bring himself to feel any sympathy right now. Bella messed him up real bad with the breakup, and this was the only way he had to get back at her. In a weird way, it brought him a sense of sick satisfaction to know that she was jealousy. It was proof that no matter how many times she denied it, she still had feelings for him. 

        "What?" She squeaked out, not managing to hide her surprise. Her anger quickly turned to disgust, before it turned into indifference. Shrugging, she looked away. Bella was notable for hiding her feelings: Jacob had managed to catch her off guard, but she refused to let him win. Bella du Pont was unmovable. "I pity the wretch who thought it was wise to get into bed with you." The words were mumbled, icy, yet surprisingly full of unspoken love.

"Did you hear about someone I’m fucking or what? Because I’m a little lost here. All I know is that I was trying to enjoy a peaceful cigarette and here you come like a furious little pomeranian yapping about my dick. Don’t get me wrong, I love when it’s the topic of conversation, I’m just gonna need a few more details.”

        "Are you playing coy, Jake? You know I can't stand it when you play coy. Just drop the act and admin you slept with that idiotic freshman everyone's talking about." Jacob had always been able to see right through her, and he probably knew she was brimming with jealousy, but as always, Bella didn't want him to know that. Besides, did it really matter if she was jealous? He belonged to her, whether or not they were together, and he had to know that.

        "What? We're not together anymore— I didn't realize that meant I can't care about what you do to yourself, but, oh, wait, why should I? After all, why should I care about some prick who fucks the first bitch who gets his dick hard?"

        "So, what, are you trying to kill yourself slowly, then?"

        "Is that why you're smoking, idiot?"

Ha. Fuck outta here with that shit. It’s my football field for fuck’s sake, what’s gonna happen? Coach gonna kick me off the team?

        "I just wanted to see your reaction if I said something. Give me a drag, Jake."