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Alrighty! I'm really excited for this story. BTW, Bella is, in fact, a slut and Edward is going to play a little hard-to-get. I've always wanted to write Bella like this so I hope you all like it.
I rested my head gently on Mike's shoulder. He ran his long fingers through my wavy brown hair to distract me as his other hand trailed down my waist and toward my inner thigh.
It's almost comical that he thinks I care. If he just asked, I'd let him fuck me whenever he wants. He knows that I am not a virgin. He knows that I had sex with all of my past boyfriends. He doesn't know that I'm still with a few of them… plus others.
I have to admit, sometimes I feel bad about going around and screwing the entire male population here at the Highlands Academy behind his back. But sex is like my drug, and I can't live without it. He won't give it to me, so I went somewhere else. Is that so wrong?
I get what I want, and so do they. I've given almost every guy I've been with blow jobs and hand jobs, not to mention everything in between. I've done every type of sex, had every imaginable fantasy done to me. I'm only a junior.
I'm careful. I've never fucked any of his close friends and I try to avoid any of his acquaintances or people who are out to see my life in ashes. But it is hard. I like to be with a guy only once, and then I move on. I don't forgive, I do forget. It doesn't matter who you are.
In a way, I think he knows what I'm doing. I think he knows that I've screwed every guy willing enough to get in my bed. I think he's in denial, but he should know. He should dump me. I should dump him. Does that ever happen? No. And it probably never will.
I'm not saying that I'm going to marry the guy. But I have to admit, he is smart. He withholds me from sex, knowing that the second he gives it to me I'm out the door. Yet, he gets what he wants, the kissing, the hand jobs, the bj's. The guy's fucking brilliant.
Alice and Rosalie are the only two at the school I can even remotely call friends. They don't exactly approve of what I do, but they understand, which is all I need. They tell me I should see a shrink about my… problem. They already diagnosed it for me, isn't that nice? They told me that I crave appreciation, and while many don't appreciate my personality (which isn't really all that bad. I'm actually nicer than I look) the guys at our school certainly appreciate my body.
I can't say I agree. I can't say I disagree.
"Excuse me Bella, but I have to go to Ms. Laurell's room to turn in a late assignment. I'll see you in Biology," Mike said. I lifted my head from his shoulder and smiled sweetly at him.
"See you then." I waved my fingers in a girlish way, watching him leave before I turned back to Alice and Rosalie.
Rosalie cracked the silence first.
"Who'd you take last night?" The question seemed too repetitive. She did ask almost the same thing every morning.
"Trevor, from the basketball team," I replied quickly, grabbing a carrot from my lunch in my left hand. I twirled it in the ranch dressing as I mindlessly talked. "He should be a little less cocky, considering he isn't the best, and certainly not the biggest, I've ever been with… He's got a great body, you know six-pack and all, but not a great-,"
"Bella! We don't need all the details!" Alice nearly yelled, cutting my off quickly. Luckily, no one thought much of our conversation.
"Alright! But I might go with him again. I thought my friends would like to know."
"Sorry, Bella, but not really," Rosalie responded. I shrugged and stuck the carrot in my mouth. I began to twirl my tongue around it, suck the dressing off, imagining it was something else… I did notice that a few guys had turned their heads to watch, or should I say stare at, the show I was putting on. I quickly finished it, watching as disappointed guys looked away. I nearly laughed.
"So," I began, intending to create harmless conversation, "Alice, Rosalie, how are Emmett and Jasper doing?"
"Great!" Little Alice was always first to respond. "He's going to Harvard to study law. I've never been so proud! Plus, that's only an hour away." Alice beamed. We both looked toward Rosalie.
"Well, he got a full-ride scholarship to USC," Rosalie said, eyes downcast. "That's across the country."
"I'm sorry, Rose, but a full-ride! That's amazing." Rose smile lit up her face once again.
"I know! It's for football. He plans on graduating when he's a senior and then going pro. He wants to have a fallback."
"That's good," I replied. "But I know you two will stay together, no matter what the distance. You two love each other."
"You need to find someone you can love Bella," Alice said. "Not just another one-night-stand." I rolled my eyes.
"Speaking of which, I do need to find."
"What about Mike? Don't you feel anything for the poor guy? You just go around screwing his friends behind his back!"
"They aren't his friends," I quickly responded, my eyes wandering the courtyard for any possible ideas. The shrill bell rang, signaling us to go to class. "Well, I got bio. Can't skip that class again. Mr. Hammond will only let me miss so many classes. Gotta scram. Bye!" I skipped away in my failing attempt to look happy, which stopped abruptly at an abandoned classroom. I wasn't ditching, but you could sure as hell count on a tardy.
I'd been here a few times before, but they all recognized me.
"Bella," The stoners all greeted me. Their voices were out of it. "Whatcha heeeere for?" I hated the way the slurred their words and elongated their sharp vowels.
"Don't pretend like you don't know. I need some weed and a good fuck." They laughed.
"Tanner's free tonight," one of them I didn't recognize said. It was pretty easy to fit into the stoner posse. He was probably new, like many others before him were. Just take some crack, swear not to tell and you're in.
I'd been with Tanner before. He was good. He had an angular face covered with acne and scars from endless fights and countless drugs. His dirty blonde hair covered his sharp blue eyes. He had a nice body too. All of it.
"You never know." My body went through the all-too-familiar motions and tried to finish as quickly as it could. "See you later," I said to the group of druggies and alcoholics and I waved my hand beginning to walk away. I was an hour late for class. Perfect, I'd already missed more than half.
Everybody I'm sure could tell that I was definitely stoned as I walked into the class. Mr. Hammond glared at me as I took my seat.
"No late pass. Sorry." He rolled his eyes at my response and walked to his computer to make a few changes in the attendance.
"Figures. Well, I'm glad you made it Bella. We have a new student as you might have noticed." He gestured to the seat next to me, which was usually unoccupied. It must have been the drugs kicking in, I did do more than just weed in the end, because I couldn't quite see the figure right. It was a he, which I was sure of. I could vaguely make out some colors like coppery hair and bright green specks where his eyes should have been.
"You must be Isabella Swan. Edward Cullen, pleased to make you acquaintance." I giggled and blushed, taking his hand he stuck out as an introductory handshake.
"Bella," I corrected him quickly. The class turned away from us and was sucked right back into the lecture Mr. Hammond was giving. As soon as no one was watching, he let go of my hand and did the same.
"Edward?" I purred, trying to sound seductive, whish isn't an easy feat when you're drugged up. He turned toward me again.
"Bella, I'm going to ask you this, but please don't take it the wrong way. Are you a stoner?"
So, what did you think? There will be more about Edward, who is more of a gentleman than many people write him as, in upcoming chapters. Jacob will be in it, but not a major character.
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