Chapter 11: The envelope, please
BPOV: Forks High School, Monday Afternoon
Edward had asked me to meet him in the parking lot at three thirty. Jacob would be there.
We didn't have to wait long. We could hear the roar of the motorcycle above the noise of the students milling about.
Jake walked through the crowd toward us. The students spontaneously parted down the middle like the Red Sea. He had such a self-satisfied expression on his face.
He stood beside Edward, and they both stared at me, waiting expectantly.
“So Bells, you gonna tell 'paleface' here how great our date was?”
Edward interrupted me before I could say a word. “I think you'll find that there is no comparison to our evening.”
“Is that so? Go ahead, tell him Bella,” Jake insisted.
“I . . . ”
Edward interrupted me again.”Don't be concerned about sparing his feelings, love. You can tell him the truth, he'll just have to suck it up like a man.”
“Speaking of suck . . . ” Jake interjected.
I suddenly came up with a perfect solution to my quandary.
“C'mon Bells, we're dyin' here . . . Well, technically, one of us is dead already . . . give us your decision.
I turned around and saw the person I was searching for. I motioned with my index finger. “ Hey Mike, can you come over here for a sec?”
He swiveled his head over each of his shoulders, to make sure I was talking to him. He had a blank expression on his face.
“Yeah,” he said hesitantly, and slowly closed the distance between us.
“I was wondering if you had any plans for this Friday night?”
“No, why?” he asked, his eyes narrowing with suspicion.
“Would you like to go out someplace? Just the two of us.”
Mike quit breathing. He looked totally stunned, but not nearly as stunned as the two pompous fools standing behind me.
I took his arm, and started to walk with him, telling Mike, “Let's go somewhere a little more private.”
He put his arm around me, feeling a bit more confident, saying, “So, Bella, are you telling me that you're now available?”
I got close, and whispered in his ear, “Don't push it Newton, I'm not that available.”
I got a case of the giggles as Mike and I strolled to my truck. I peered over my shoulder at the two dateless men with their mouths hanging open. They looked at each other and spat out the word, “Girls!”