Been playing with this story for a few weeks now just out of boredom...lemme know what you think of it.

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Update schedule: Every 5 days until I run out of pre-written chapters.

Chapter 1

BPOV

"Mallory and Newton." Mr. Jacobs called out before tossing the pieces of paper aside and picking up two more. He was pairing us all off for our final projects in family planning. I popped my head up at that one because Newton was the bane of my existence since he hit puberty in the ninth grade and we were currently juniors at Harlow High.

"Thank God for that piece of savior." I mumbled to myself as my best friend nudged me from her seat next to me.

"Chaney and Weber." I turned to look at her with a huge smile on my face because she had just got paired with her boyfriend of the past year.

I held my breath as Mr. Jacobs pulled out two more strips of paper because the pickings were getting slim. "Swan and Cullen." I groaned laying my head on my table at being paired with the boy I have had a crush on since middle school for the next month in intimate settings. Angela reached over patting me on the top of my head as I pulled the hood of my hoodie over it.

"It'll be okay, Bella. It will actually give you a chance to talk to him." She whispered as Mr. Jacobs started handing out the permission slips for our parents to sign since we would be having to stay with our chosen partners for four weeks in a single room. We would have to spend one week alone together then one week at each other's parent's homes and then the final week alone together in an apartment furnished by the school. Once the project was over we had to write about our experiences and compare how things changed from the first week to the last week spent alone in 'our' apartment. I already knew that my parents would quickly sign the paper because they had for my sister last year because they felt that this class was good planning for our futures and trusted us.

I glared at her before stuffing the paper into the back of my notebook so I could have my dad sign it tonight when he got home. "Shove it up your ass, Angela. This is a nightmare." I snapped at her.

She just giggled before turning back to the face Mr. Jacobs as he droned on about the importance of us getting the signed permission slips back by this Friday so we could start the projects Friday evening by moving into the solo apartments. Once the bell rang dismissing the class I plugged my headphones in my ears as I high tailed it out of the classroom so that I could avoid talking to anybody.

I slammed the door shut on my locker a few minutes later and came face to face with my younger sister, Alice. "What do you need now, Alice?" I asked her as I shoved my chemistry book into my messenger bag.

"Just wanted to remind you that I have dance practice after school." She said bouncing in place with a smile that spread from ear to ear it seemed like. She, our older sister, and myself were considered Irish triplets because we were all three born in less than two years. Rosalie, the leggy blonde cheerleader, was born January 1 of 1999 then I came along nine months, one week, and five days later on September 13 of the same year. Alice, the short pixie like dance captain socialite, came along on July 9th of the following year. The three of us were polar opposite and nothing like what you would expect preacher's daughters to be like. We were all rebellious in our own little ways.

I nodded. "I know, Alice. I will be back here at 5:30 to pick you up." I told her with a roll of my eyes. I rebelled with my attitude and clothing choices and music choices. Alice rebelled with her dance moves. Rosalie rebelled the best out of all of us which is why I was the only one out of the three of us with a working vehicle at the moment. Rose had hit a deer six months ago with her car when she was coming home at three o'clock in the morning with alcohol on her breath, provocative clothes on, and weed in the console of her car. Our father had refused to repair the car until she grew up and learned a hard lesson. Alice had yet to take her driver's test but had been studying in preparation of taking it on her 16th birthday that was coming up in a few months. Charlie had bought me a beautiful 1962 Chevy pickup truck that was baby blue and white and in pristine condition on my 16th birthday back in September. I loved my baby although my sisters didn't appreciate her beauty.

"Thanks, Bella." She said before bouncing off down the hall in her perfectly put together self.

The rest of the day was going as normal as possible until I headed for my truck after school was dismissed. Rosalie had cheer practice and Alice had dance practice so I was walking solo to my truck with my head hung down, my hood over my head, and my ear buds blaring in my ears. I looked up as I got within a few spaces of my truck stopping dead in my tracks at who was leaned against the side of it. Edward Cullen. I had to admit that he looked good enough to eat standing there in nothing but his track pants and gray wife beater that left nothing to the imagination. He must have soccer practice after school or something cause that was not the same clothes he had on during class.

"Hey." He said stuffing his hands in his pockets pulling the material tight across his hips showing off the bulge of his manly parts which according to the rumor mill was quite impressive.

"Go fuck yourself, Cullen." I sneered at him as I tossed my messenger bag into the bed of the truck out of habit.

He laughed, shaking his head at me. "I would if I needed to but we both know there is no need for me to do it when I have people willing to do it for me."

In my opinion his comment didn't deserve a rebuttal from me so I dug my keys from my hoodie pocket unlocking my door. Before I could open it Edward braced his hands on either side of my body trapping me against my car. I took a deep breath so that I wouldn't have to smell his intoxicating scent that did unspeakable things to my heart. While I have had a crush on him for as long as I can remember I had a problem with his persona and reputation which made him off limits to me. "Move." I told him firmly as I pressed myself against my truck to keep from touching him.

He followed my movements though, pressing firmly against my back as I pressed into the truck. "Why do you hate me so much, Isabella?" He breathed against the side of my neck causing chills to run down my entire body.

I took a deep breath before pushing back against him. "Figure it out Cullen but do it elsewhere." I told him as firmly as I could manage considering the close proximity of our bodies. I could feel his erection pressed against my butt and it took everything I had in me to not wiggle just a little bit. I tightened my fist around my keys to keep me grounded in the reasons of why this was a horrible situation for me to be in. Him figuring out that I was actually attracted to him would be the worst thing to happen in my entire world.

"I think it's because you want me so badly but are too shy to admit it." He said running his nose up the line of my neck to behind my ear, which was a weak spot of mine apparently because my nipples hardened and my knees started trembling and my breathing got shallow. "See?" He said cockily.

"If you want that tiny piece of equipment for use later I suggest you move the fuck off of me." I snapped at him remembering suddenly why I hated this side of him.

He pressed against me one last time before suddenly moving away from me by pushing off of my truck. "This assignment is going to get very interesting, Swan." He said with a wink before walking off down the street. I took a deep breath before climbing into my truck and heading to the public library because the school library was too stifling and lacked adequate resources most of the time. It also helped that I worked there part-time for some extra money.

"Hey Bella." Clovis, the elderly receptionist, greeted me as I walked through the door with my bag slung across my body.

I smiled at her as I rounded the counter. "Hey. Busy today?" I asked as I slung my bag onto the table back there where I was allowed to do my homework in between customers.

"Not really. How long do I get to keep you today?" She asked spinning around in her chair to face me as I took a seat at the small table to work on my homework.

"Just a little bit. I have to pick Alice and Rosalie up at 5:30." I told her with an eye roll thrown in for good measure.

She chuckled as she took the books from a customer so they could check them out. I was neck deep in my calculus homework when my phone buzzed from the back pocket of my jeans. I pulled my Samsung Galaxy S6 out of my jeans pocket to see that I had a text message from a number I didn't recognize. I tapped in my security code so that I could read the message. I growled to myself when I saw who it was from. Edward.

Just wanted to let you know that I like a girl that plays hard to get.

How the fuck did you get my number?

I have my ways.

Loose it. Now.

No way. That would be a tragedy.

Screw you, Cullen.

How did one of the preacher's daughters get such an attitude and potty mouth?

That is none of you damn business.

It's kind of hot. TTYL.

Good riddance!

After verbally sparring with Edward through text message I had officially gotten off track from calculus and honestly had no desire to get back on it. I stuffed my belongings back into my bag before heaving a loud sigh of irritation which caught the attention of Clovis.

"What's wrong, dear?"

I ran my hands over my face a few times before deciding to divulge to the elderly woman that was like a second mother to me since mine was hard to talk to about most things. It really irritated me when I tried to talk to my mom about anything and she would tell me to turn it over to God and let him handle it. Honestly, sometimes I just needed a straightforward answer to my questions. "It's a boy and school. I do fine when they are separate entities but now I have a project that is combining both and I don't know if I can handle it."

"I see. Do you like this boy?"

Reluctantly, I nodded. "But he's no good for me. He's a man-whore and arrogant and drives a motorcycle."

"Maybe it's all an act? You know how you hate for people to judge you on the preconceived notion of your father being a preacher. Don't do the same to him."

"I don't think it's an act, Clovis but I get what you are saying." I told her getting up to hug her tightly. "Thank you."

She hugged me back tightly. "Any time dear but just so you know the bad boys are usually the best catch out there. My George was a bad boy too until I told him that the act wasn't necessary."

I smiled at her as I grabbed my bag from the table. "I'll try to keep that in mind."

Arriving at the school almost twenty minutes early I decided to go watch Alice and Rosalie practice their routines so I headed for the football field with my ear buds once again blaring in my ears. I found a secluded spot on the bleachers that I quickly claimed as my own. I was smiling to myself as I watched Alice do all sorts of gymnastic moves that would surely land me in the hospital when my peace and space were invaded once again. My eyes widened as the familiar cologne swept through my senses. "Go away." I snapped without taking my eyes off my sisters practicing for the upcoming games.

Instead of actually doing what I said for a change he slid onto the bleacher right behind me where my elbows were propped. "You know it's kind of sexy that you know it's me without taking your eyes off the field."

"Your stench is undeniable." I snapped harshly when in all honesty his cologne made my stomach tighten and nipples harden.

He then slid onto the bleacher next to where I was sitting. "I took a shower after practice." He said pulling his shirt up to his nose to smell. "I don't stink."

I groaned shaking my head. "No you don't." I whispered more for my ears than his.

"Why do you hate me so much, Isabella?" He asked so quietly that I almost didn't hear him.

I snapped my gaze to his and was rather shocked to see a sincere expression on his face instead of his cocky trademark smirk. "Because you are the perfect example of a chauvinistic pig."

He shook his head. "You don't know what you are talking about, Isabella. But you will soon enough."