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| Peyton's School |
"So, tell me about this Brody kid," I begin the Sunday before the big day over breakfast. As I ask, I reach for the syrup for the delicious-looking French toast Bella made this morning.
French toast, bacon, and orange juice almost makes up for the fact that she tiptoed out of her room while I was in the shower.
Almost.
Of course if she would have still been in bed, and still enticingly naked when I got out, there's no chance in hell we'd be eating anything but cereal this morning.
She rolls her eyes at me and I hear Bella snort from the kitchen. Apparently this little punk has been away most of the summer and the fact she'll see him tomorrow at school is causing her loads of distress. Last night when I got here, she dragged me up to her room to help her pick out her first day of school outfit … one that's been changed more times than I can count.
Seeing my Sprite anxious … and about a boy no less, is not sitting well with me at all.
"Edward, hush," Bella tells me as she slides into her seat beside me.
I hold my fork halfway between my plate and my mouth. I look back and forth between the two of them, not caring that there's syrup dripping down off the side of my fork. "What?" I ask. "Nobody, especially a boy," I shiver as I say the word, "is going to make my best friend nervous about going to school."
I shovel my fork in my mouth and chew furiously and wonder if there is a way Charlie would let me take Peyton with me to work tomorrow. I bet if I told him there was a boy in the picture, he'd let me.
Peyton giggles. "I can't wait to see his face when I tell him about you," she tells me before she takes a sip of her juice. "He's gonna be so jealous that my best friend has a motorcycle, even if I can't ride on it yet." That part was said with an evil eye directed only at Bella.
I make sure to keep a straight look on my face even though I kind of want to smirk at her.
I'm not stupid. There's a chance for sex later; I'm not about to fuck that up.
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