finding ourselves again

chapter 21

       Bella pov

My eyes snapped up when I felt Mason wanting to mark his territory because of that fucking guy.

My eyes moved when I noticed a female lock eyes with my mate and I started to have a low growl and the corner of my lip went up as my hand slammed down on the table and I leaned towards her.

I narrowed my eyes at her and then I moved my eyes to Mason and he was looking at me only with his eyes and he had my whiskey bottle now slamming it back now!

I moved my eyes down to the computer. I needed something different more meaning this time.

Cause this time I was going in for what's mine that's damn sure. Oh my favorite song.

I motioned for the band members and tapped the computer and they all agreed.

I put a shitty ass grin on my face and started off this time on the bar kneeling down in front of Mason and took my jacks and tipped my head back and took a long drink and whipped my mouth with the back of my hand and handed it back to and the music started and I started moving to the music differently and singing it differently too.

I was even dancing across the bar the whole fucking time.

No, there ain't nothing that I gotta prove
You think your words will make me black and blue
But I, I think I'm pretty with these old boots on
I think it's funny when I drink too much, hey
You try and change me, you can go to hell
'Cause I don't want to be nobody else
I like the chip I got in my front teeth
And I got bad tattoos you won't believe

(I even shook my tattoo on my stomach and pointed to it even and smiled that new smile when I did it too. I even locked eyes with him when I showed it and he smiled back at me!)

So kick out the jams, kick up the soul
Pour another glass of that rock and roll
Turn up the band, fire in the hole
Gonna lose control tonight
What do you want from me? I'm not America's sweetheart

(I leaned into the girl when I said that and leaned back really fast.)

So beat the drum with me, I'm not America's sweetheart
Well, they say I'm too loud for this town
So I lit a match and burned it down
What do you want from me? I'm not America's sweetheart
But you love me anyway

(I got my lips really close to Mason when I sang that part and I was crutched down close to the bar to and leaned forward and he was even leaning back perfectly to and then moved back perfectly with me to.)

My hands are dirty and my heart is cold
The boys I've been with say I got no soul, when I
I meet another honey at the bar
I'll think it's funny when I break his heart, hmm, now

(I kicked that guy away from the bar with my boot really hard and he fell on his ass and Mason had his hand on my skin as I just moved and crutched down and grabbed my Jack's bottle and moved to the music and took a drink of my whiskey.

My kind of medicine is whiskey straight
I got a mouth to put you in your place, and they
They said I'll never be the poster type
But they don't make posters of my kind of life
So kick out the jams, kick up the soul
Pour another glass of that rock and roll
Turn up the band, fire in the hole
Gonna lose control tonight
What do you want from me? I'm not America's sweetheart
So beat the drum with me, I'm not America's sweetheart
Well, they say I'm too loud for this town
So I lit a match and burned it down
What do you want from me? I'm not America's sweetheart
But you love me anyway
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
You love me anyway (yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)
You love me anyway
Kick out the jams, kick up the soul
Pour another glass of that rock and roll
Turn up the band, fire in the hole, holler if you ready
Gonna lose control
Kick out the jams, kick up the soul
Pour another glass of that rock and roll
Turn up the band, fire in the hole
Gonna lose control tonight
What do you want from me? I'm not America's sweetheart
So beat the drum with me, I'm not America's sweetheart
Well, they say I'm too loud for this town
So I lit a match and burned it down
What do you want from me? I'm not America's sweetheart
But you love me anyway
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
You love me anyway (yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)
You love me anyway
I'm not America's sweetheart
No, no, no