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    The Secret Society

     

    “I don’t think I will” I scolded her while staring into her eyes

     

    “We are worried because of the way you look at each other and we are trying to arrange alternative dates to go” Jacob called as though I was a fucking moron.

     

    “Do not put this on me and Edward, this is nothing to do with us, you are fabricating some ludicrous story while in fact you two are screwing…..I saw the fucking grin on Tanya’s face before I come over to the table”

     

    “Do not deny it Bella, I told you a few months ago I was worried about the way he looked at you” I felt myself go redder and redder and wanted to rip the pair of their necks out for trying to ruin what me and Edward had.

     

    “You do realise there is rules, what if you two are caught?” I added sarcastically.

     

    “We would be punished” Tanya called out, as though I didn’t have a fucking clue what the answer to my own question was.

     

    “You seem to pick Jacobs’s keys an awful lot Tanya; I would have thought the pair of you could have discussed this then, not over some….” I picked the bottle of wine that was lying on the table “cheap ‘easy lay’ wine.

     

    It was a strong wine, that guarantees to get drunk, and I assumed that would guarantee and easy lay, what can I say, it makes sense to me.

     

    “Bella come on, we best go, you’re making a scene and should someone see us, there would be hell to pay”

     

    “I think you have hell to pay right here Jake” I called while pointing to myself.

     

    “I can handle you Bella, I cannot handle Caius”

     

    “What a crock of shit” It was the nicest way I could put it “But I am here with Angela, so I suggest you get your butt in a taxi and get home now, before I inform Caius myself” It was an empty threat I would never do that to Jake.

     

    “I’ll see you at home” I shouted behind me as I walked away and into the toilets.

     

    I kicked the cubical door, slammed it a dozen times while screaming into my hands.

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