I know I need to update Into the Dark, and I will! I will! I promise! I just have had this itching my brain for so long and I feel like if I don't get it out, I could never write another chapter of Into the Dark! So don't worry, I will update.

Warning: You will not like Edward for a little while in this story :)

Disclaimer: They are not mine! Any of them!

Fucking fuck. Sweat was dripping down my forehead, settling on my eyebrows, occasionally dripping into my eyes. It stung. Why do I put myself through this? Oh yeah, because it feels really fucking good. She did make me feel like a rock star. Her legs were thrown over my shoulders and her tits bounced each time I pounded my cock into her. She's blond, thin, but she's got tits on her that would make any guy drool. But that's really all there is to her. Oh yeah, she's a warm body always up for a quickie before class.

"Don't stop! God, Edward."

Fuck. She did it again. How many times did I have to tell her?

"Stop it."

I growled out my words through clenched teeth, putting more force behind my thrusts. She looked up at me, confused. Did I stutter?

"Stop what?"

I pounded into her again, clamping my eyes shut with the effort.

"Saying...my name. Stop it."

Like she knew me. Like she wanted me. Like she loved me. Like she actually needed me for something more than I needed her. She was nothing but a warm body with the appropriate holes in convenient places. I was nothing more to her, I'm sure. Alice and Emmet liked to tell me otherwise. They say she looks "longingly" at me when I'm not paying attention. Fuck it. No, fuck her. That's what I was going to do.

She didn't speak again after that. Just moans and heavy breathing. Shit. Like she was doing any of the fucking work! Fine. I'd give her a reason to pant like a filthy dog. My lower back muscles tightened as I put everything I had into my thrusts. We only had five minutes before the bell rang and I'd be suspended if I was late again. I pulled out almost all the way and thrust into her one last time.

Ahhhhh. There is was, that sweet release. The only reason I needed Laurie. Oh, wait. No, Laura? Laura. Definitely Laura. I pulled out, put the condom in a tissue I found on the floor of her car, and pulled up my pants. Thank God she had a truck. No way would this have been fun in my Volvo. OK, it would have been fun. But I'm not one for leg cramps. The windows of the truck were fogged up so I couldn't tell if kids were going inside the school yet. I looked down at my watch. One minute to spare. Fuck, I'm good at this.

"Thanks Laura."

"Um, it's Lauren."

"Yeah, that's what I said. Anyway, I gotta go."

Shit, I knew it wasn't Laura. Oh well. I got it wrong the last time too, not like she minded then. I hopped out of the truck and left the door open for her. Time for class. Hell. My own personal fucking hell.

"So, how was Lauren?"

I looked up from the plate of pizza I had in front of me, completely uneaten. How can anybody eat this vile shit? They can't. Cafeteria food has got to be the most disgusting excuse for nutrition on the face of the Earth. Seriously, do they do it on purpose? I always thought bread, tomato sauce, and cheese were pretty easy to combine. Apparently it takes a meeting of the Brain Trust to do it because the lunch ladies at Forks High school were completely incapable. Wait, what the fuck did Emmett say?

"Hnh?"

"Hnh? Seriously, Eduardo. Lauren, I asked how Lauren was."

Who the fuck is Lauren?

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Lauren. The blond with nice tits. You were fucking her in the back of her dad's Suburban?"

Oh. Her. Wait, I thought her name was Laura.

"Like usual. A little lose, I think I was her second today."

But flexible as hell. At least some other prick warmed her up for me. I hated getting to her first. Emmett gave me an agreeing nod. He understood my dilemma. His girlfriend wasn't too happy about that, though. Shocker. Rosalie Hale is never happy about anything. Her fuckable lips turned down in a scowl as she elbowed Emmet in the ribs. Poor sucker. I guess I'd put up with her, too if I got to bang that from behind every night. Hot damn. That bitch has a nice ass. Firm, round, a little wide for my liking but it's something to grab onto.

My sister shook her head at me. I looked over at her with a questioning eyebrow.

"Oh, don't give me that Edward. You're disgusting. Seriously, what is she like, your sixth girl this week?"

"Fourth. I'm not a pig. Give me some credit Ali."

"Your fourth this week."

"Yes. Only four this entire week."

"It's Wednesday, Edward. Wednesday."

I sighed. Poor Alice. A gray hair had sprouted amidst her black spikes the other day. I don't doubt it was from me. She feels responsible for my sexual appetite. I didn't even think about girls until Sophomore year, when Alice convinced me to go out with one of her friends. We went on a few dates, the girl got a little excited, we sucked face, we fucked, and here I am today. A healthy 17 year old boy with entirely unhealthy sex practices. But hey, Laura's not complaining. Oh, wait. Laurie. Yeah, Laurie's not complaining.

Jasper smirked beside her and took another bite of his pizza. OK, I stand corrected. Jasper can eat the vile shit they call 'cafeteria food'. He's a pretty good guy. Actually, he's a really fucking great guy. He's always been the calm one in our little circle. Just me, Alice, Emmett McCarty, Rosalie, and Jasper Hale. Pretty fucking weird that Jasper is fucking my sister and Emmett is fucking his, but hey, it works for us. I don't think we've ever been separated for more than a week at a time since fourth grade. Had we? No, I can't say we were.

"Edmundo? Hell-oo? Edmund. Did you hear anything I just said?"

What the fuck?

"Mother fucker. Edward, can you please stay with us? Or are you fantasizing about Lauren again?"

No, definitely not.

"Sorry. What did you say?"

"For fuck's sake. I asked if you ever thought about getting a real girlfriend."

"No. Never. Why would I need a girlfriend? I can fuck any girl I want in this school."

Hnh. Take that. I don't need a girlfriend. Girlfriends are only good for sex. They're your girlfriend so they have to fuck you. Isn't that how it goes? They feel like they need to impress you to keep you around and shit like that. Well, I already have that without the strings attached so no, I don't need a girlfriend.

"No you can't."

"What?"

"You can't 'fuck any girl you want in this school'. You can't."

"OK, Alice. So I can't fuck you or Rosalie. But that's a given."

She gave an exasperated sigh.

"That's not what I was talking about. I know a girl in this school that would never sleep with you."

No fucking way.

"Who."

It wasn't a question, more of a demand. Who the fuck would never sleep with me? That's impossible! Doesn't she know who I am? I'm her fucking brother! Girls pretend to be friends with her so they can come to our house and see my bedroom. Edward Anthony Cullen. The fucking king of Forks pussy.

"Isabella Swan. Senior. 17, 5'4, brown hair, brown eyes, petite, sits next to you in Biology."

Biology. I couldn't remember the last time I went to Biology. Isabella Swan? Who the fuck is that?

"Who the hell is she and how do you know her?"

"Her father is the police chief. He was telling Dad about her while I was at the hospital. They were discussing an outburst of sexually transmitted diseases in teenagers around here. Oh, Dad wants you to get checked by the way. And umm....what was I saying? Oh, yeah. Well Chief Swan said he was happy that his daughter had made a promise to herself to not have sex until she was married. So, yes. You, Edward Cullen, cannot 'fuck' every single girl in this school."

She smiled, satisfied with herself. The little pixie bounced in her seat while she picked at her pizza in front of her. How the hell does she do that? Just run constantly like she's on overdrive. Like someone changes her batteries too often.

"No. I don't believe you."

Jasper shook his head again, this time at me.

"She's right. I was there. He said it."

Thanks, buddy. I looked over at him in disbelief. There was a girl in Forks High school that wasn't a total slut? I wouldn't accept that. No. I couldn't. I had

fucked, banged, had sex with, shagged, and been fucked by every girl of respectable appearance in this school.

"Aw, what's the matter Edward? Hurt that not every girl falls at your feet?"

"Blow me, Rose. She just doesn't know me yet."

"Regardless, she wouldn't touch you."

"Oh yeah, you wanna fucking bet?"

She smiled a wicked grin, pulling her dick-sucking lips up over her pearly whites. It made my dick twitch a little. She was plotting. The bitch was always plotting.

"Actually, yes. I do."

Fuck yes. Every body at the table dug their hands into their pockets. Betting time. We always did this. One of us would think of a challenge and the others

would bet on its success rate. This was going to be good. We each slapped down a $50 bill.

"I, Rosalie Hale, in all of my sexy glory, declare the following bet: Edward Cullen will not be able to fuck Isabella Swan before prom. That gives him seven months. Any objections?"

Nobody spoke. This Isabella Swan would be next. How could I call myself the fucking king of Forks pussy if I didn't concur all of it? Oh yes, I was going to win this bet.

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