Author's note: New story. :] I'm out of the habit of writing, but bear with me. I had a brilliant idea for this one, so I just need time to get back in the groove. Keep in mind, Edward's human and his personality in this story is only similar to that of his in Twilight. Oh, and I own nothing here-it all belongs to Steph. :]

Chapter 1

College was beginning to lay a pressing issue unpleasantly close to me. I had a love for five things in life; money, music, beer, my family, and sex. And as I said; my fourth year at the University of Washington was wrecking my adoration for each.

With money, there weren't many rules for me. I was a trust fund baby-and every damn sorority girl knew it. My parents worked hard to give me everything they had-and I knew that, too, but I was young and I got what I wanted. If the last name of Cullen couldn't get it for me, I knew a visit to the bank could.

There weren't rules between me and music either. Since I was little, my toys had been musical instruments, my passion in the arts. My mother called it my gift. It wasn't like I planned to build my life on it. Music was just a way for me to get away.

The fraternity I joined my freshman year taught me most of what I knew about the rules for drinking; what my brother hadn't taught me back in high school. Never ever drink the cheap shit the "nobodies" bring. Always eat a few hours before a big party, not during or after. If it's worth the fight, it can wait for when you're sober-don't ruin the bash for the whole crew. Make sure it's your bed you fall asleep in and if you don't happen to wake up at some girl's place, bail before they can even open their eyes. The best one yet; if you do something you know you'll regret in the morning, well, it never hurt a man to sleep in.

Now, my family was what I was most guarded about. They were there when the girls, money, music, and partying failed me. They were there when I failed myself. My parents, Esme and Carlisle, were two brilliant doctors in a small town out of Seattle, who thought I was one of the greatest things the Earth had ever seen. My baby sister, Alice, worshiped me just the same. My older brother, Emmett, was my best friend. I'd have killed any man without hesitation for any one of them, too.

Sex was, well, great. What guy wouldn't say the same? I was the big man on campus since Emmett had graduated and was off to play pro ball and I was pretty confident there wasn't a female on campus that wouldn't drop their panties for me, excluding my sister, of course. But the whole act was a sketchy, risky one, kind-of like drinking. I was learning the rules to it, too. No sex with freshman and virgins-they're naïve and clingy. Keep condoms in your car, wallet, and room, so you're prepared everywhere. No sex with the same girl twice in a row, to make sure you don't get attached. It's alright to please the lady in the bed, but anywhere else was completely unnecessary. Sex had become a selfish act for me, not that I was complaining at all.

As I said earlier, however, senior year wasn't looking too promising. It was my last year before I really had to buckle down for law school. Law school meant a huge chunk out of my trust fund, less time for music and family, and more focus from me, which probably entailed me cutting all the partying out of my life.

This was my last year to do it up.

There was a knock at my front door at that very moment, breaking me from my thoughts. When I opened it, I was face to face with my best friend, Jasper Hale. He was another senior at U-Dub, though he was in pre-med as opposed to pre-law. Nobody could've guessed, though, what with the massive amounts of liquor in his hands. That didn't look healthy for anybody.

"Back to school party got moved here," he smiled slightly.

"Thanks for the memo," my forehead creased. As incentive to stay close to home when I headed off to college, my parents had purchased a two-story five bedroom house for me to live in, as opposed to staying in the dorms. Their offer provided me with the perfect party pad, but the better part of me still thought it was a bad idea. I never was much of one for cleaning.

Through the trees, I could see a familiar SUV pulling down my driveway. I recognized Jessica Stanley, a sophomore sorority girl as the driver and smiled inwardly to myself. The grin only grew as I realized she was no longer a freshman.

"Not that I mind," I called to Jasper. "But what happened to the frat house?"

"Plumbing's out!" I heard over bottles clanging together. I scoffed.

As Jessica parked, I watched as several other girls emerged from the vehicle and waved them in before turning to search for Jasper. I found the blond haired youth in the kitchen pouring a clear liquid into a small glass, though I knew it wasn't water.

"Starting early today?" I chuckled.

"It's senior year," he muttered, shaking his head. "I'm gonna need it."

With that, I poured myself a shot and threw it back.

My mind was swimming. I held a bottle of Corona loosely in my left hand as I leaned against the living room entry way. I had been intently watching Jasper and my younger sister, Alice, play beer pong with a couple of drunken blondes across the table. I vaguely remembered one of them introducing herself to me earlier as Tammy. Or was it Tanny?

"Tanya," a small brunette to my left giggled, causing me to jump. I hadn't realized I'd been speaking aloud.

"She doesn't look like a Tanya," I grimaced, looking at the big-boobed, bubbly girl playing across from my best friend.

"You don't look like an Edward," the girl next to me said matter-of-factly.

"You know my name?" I smirked, angling my body to the brown eyed girl speaking to me. It wasn't until then that I took the time to look at her, noticing that she didn't happen to have a drink in her hand. A black sweater clung to her slender body, faded denim hiding her tiny legs. My smile only grew. She looked to be one of those straight-laced church girls. I had a sudden desire to introduce the girl to an absolute world of absolute sin.

She snorted, "Who wouldn't? You've got the worst reputation on campus. I've been in the state of Washington for less than a day and even I have come to learn that much."

I chuckled lightly, "You must be into bad boys, then."

She rolled her eyes and moved to walk away. Good. I liked it when they played hard to get.

I grabbed her hand with a light touch, but firm grip, waiting to meet her eyes before motioning towards the beer pong table, "Next game?"

"No beer for me," she jingled her keys in front of my face sarcastically. I shook my head, the noise and sudden swift motion that had plagued my vision in the moment strongly disagreeing with my stomach.

"I'll drink for you. Just shoot," the words spilled out of my mouth. Something in the back of my mind disagreed with that statement, but again, I shook it off.

Her lips parted to speak, but she was interrupted by obnoxiously loud cheers of triumph between Alice and Jasper. I jumped again, causing me to nearly topple onto of the girl in front of me. I heard light laughter in my ear, before I realized she was laughing at me.

"I'm not drunk," my eyebrows furrowed as I took a few steps toward the table, leading the girl behind me to take the blondes' spots.

"Oh, I never said you were," she put her up her free hand in mock innocence, though her pursed lips looked to be containing a grin. It was my turn to roll my eyes.

I felt my own lips tug upwards into a smile. She really was beautiful; I couldn't help my stare. Her cheeks flushed under my eyes, hers drifting away from mine.

"I'll go get the beer," I announced, trying to make her more comfortable.

Turning on my heel, I headed for the kitchen. My eyes met Tammy's again-Tanya's, I mean-and I offered her a smile, too. She seemed to take it better, as she eyed me up and down. I followed suit, letting my eyes rake over her little waist, all the way up to her big, bright eyes, though I must say, they lingered on her chest. As I leaned into the fridge to grab two bottles, I never broke eye contact, chuckling to myself as I did so.

Before I turned to go back to my game, I winked in her direction. The crowd was only growing, so it took me a little longer to get back to my spot at the table. Upon arrival, however, instead of being greeted with those big, brown doe eyes, I was greeted with her absence. I looked around, prepared to call for her.

It was then that I realized I hadn't even got her name.

Author's Note: So where do you think the story will go? What do you think of the "rules" Edward has made for himself? What about the mysterious, brown-eyed girl? Tanya? Feedback, ladies and gentlemen. && if not, thank you for reading the story just the same. ;]