Wide awake

Chapter Forty Four. Chewy Granola Grievances Part 1

E.P.O.V

I narrowed my eyes at the question on the paper as my brows furrowed in concentration and my elbows sank into the mattress.

In what year did Japan launch the Second French Indochina Campaign and oust the Vichy French and formally installed Emperor Bảo Đại in the short-lived Empire of Vietnam?

My head tilted as I read the question for the seventh time, and I was fairly positive that was a run-on sentence, right? Fucking bullshit. I huffed and scratched my brow while relaxing further into my bed on my stomach. 

It was late. Or, really fucking early. Not that it mattered. I had this goddamn practice test mocking me with grammatical errors, and I quickly scribbled down my best guess before moving on to the next bastardization of the English language.

A tongue clucked over my shoulder from beside the bed, and I ground my teeth together. "That's not right." She mused softly while staring at my answer on the once-crisp paper. It had become a victim of my aggression. 

I quirked an eyebrow and turned my head up to get a better view of her face. "Care to enlighten me, Miss 'I know fucking everything'?" I teased. Well, I mostly teased. Secretly, she had been oddly annoying me for the past two hours.

She pursed her full lips thoughtfully at the question for a few moments before emitting a defeated sigh. "I can't remember the date. I just… don't think that's right," she concluded with a delicate shrug and stepped away from my bed to walk to the sofa.

I sighed sharply and was preparing to launch a snide remark on how very fucking unhelpful she was being when my eyes unwillingly traveled to her bare legs. Her gauzy red tiered skirt swayed around her knees, and I was mesmerized by her fluid movements as she stepped over my messy clutter on the floor. 

I shook my head and tried to focus on the next question while speaking. "How'd you say you got in here again?" I mumbled distractedly while hunting down another passage in the textbook. I tried to ignore the urge to spring up and clear all the dirty clothes off of the floor. I mean, that can’t be an attractive quality, right?

Bella’s soft giggle resounded in my ears. "I didn't." She replied simply, and her evasion to my questions made it impossible to bat down all the frustration, but I let it go. How could I get pissed off at my girl for coming to keep me company? I couldn't. 

I kept answering the assignment questions, and I was irritated with the certainty that I was going to fail this test. I never failed a test. And this shit was really fucking with my resolve to stay awake.

Bella sighed loudly from the sofa, gaining my attention as I shifted my focus to her. "I'm bored." She muttered while twirling a shiny curl of her brown hair around her finger. She was wearing that sexy red outfit from Valentine’s Day, and I was positive she was just doing it to distract me.

And I’d be fucked sideways if I said it wasn’t working.

I tried to peel my eyes away from her cleavage and ignore the way the necklace I had given her drew my attention to her tits. I’m pretty sure that wasn’t why I bought it. I was disgusted with myself for ogling them, and still frustrated with both her boredom and my own. We could be doing better things.

"Well, shit, Bella," I began as the annoyance once again crept into my tone. "We could always take a fucking nap or something." I snapped and immediately felt like shit when her face fell and she flinched.

She dropped her lock of hair. It skimmed her cleavage as it fell to her stomach. "We already talked about this, Edward," she whispered remorsefully as her eyes shifted to her lap.