Chapter thirteen: Is A Red Beetle Actually That Red?
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"And your heart against my chest,
Your lips pressed in my neck,
I'm falling for your eyes, but they don't know me yet,
And I'm feeling I'll forget, I'm in love now."
~Kiss me, Ed Sheeran.
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a/n: surprise for Christmas is here x this chapter contains something you've all been waiting for :')
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"NO!", SQUEALS ANIKA. "Edward can stay with me tonight, I'm going to sleep with him."I raise an eyebrow.
"Well, not sleep with him, but you know, just lie next to him. Not that sleeping with him wouldn't be good but-"
"Shut up, Anika", says Edward. "America and I will stay together tonight, it's not really a problem."
Well, that shuts Anika up.
I grin.
Jake gives me a tent and with Edward's help, I set it up.
"Freshen up and come", Jake says, smiling. "There's gonna be a small party tonight. Lots of alcohol and shit."
I smile despite remembering my recent encounter with alcohol.
Edward makes an attempt to talk to me but I pretend as though he doesn't exist.
Later that night, Jake makes a campfire and everyone dances to the loud music, while I just sit and watch them.
Past two days have without a doubt been the best days of my life. Not only had I discovered love that was trying to escape out of me, but I'd also let my life unfold. I'd never thought that my life would be so colorful, so adventurous, so fucking lively. I'd never thought that I, America Stryder, would so easily get jealous.
I look at the people who're dancing to find Anika with her arms around Edward, trying to get closer to him and make him dance, making her entire posture look really intimate. I scowl, averting my gaze away from her.
Jake on the other side, is having an alcohol party with a few of his friends. I get up and walk toward him.
"Hey, Jake!", I yell, trying to be audible through the loud music.
"America!", Jake smiles. "Would you like a drink?"
He hands me a glass and my throat itches in desperation to drink it.
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AdventureHe slowly pulls away, running his fingers across my cheeks, enticingly.❝ Shh, don't cry.❞ ❝I bet my mascara is totally ruined❞, I reply into his chest, and he laughs a little, smiling his crooked smile at me. ❝Don't worry❞, he whispers, pulling me...