Hi everyone! I know its been a while since I've written anything but that's all about to change! Yay! I wrote this a while back and kinda forgot about it but with encouragement from my bestie here it is! Don't forget to review!

"Emmet Cullen. You are the man." I said to myself. It was sort of my mantra. Not that I needed any reassurance, I just liked to hear myself say it. Today was the semester change, and let me tell you, Christmas was GLORIOUS. I got everything I wanted Lauren, Jessica, and some new girl named Bella, all in all it was a great Christmas.

When I arrived at school I was met by my fan club (all girls), my best friend, wingman, and resident pretty boy, Jasper Hale and his bitchass sister Rosalie. Don't get me wrong. She was hot as fuck but was also a super bitch ice queen. She was interested in "serving the community" and "grades" and all that shit. Everyone loved her and talked about what a leader she was but personally I don't give a fuck what she does. She has never paid a bit of attention to me and that shit ain't right.

"EMC! How was your Christmas, man? Did you like all your presents?" called Jazz, innuendo apparent in his voice.

"Dude, it was kick ass. And to answer your question, yes I enjoyed every one of my presents. Especially the ones that kept on giving." I smiled and added a pelvic thrust just to add to my meaning.

Jasper laughed and clapped me on the back telling me how jealous he was, but about 10 feet in front of us walking toward the school the beautiful blonde she-devil flipped her hair over her shoulder and scoffed.

And so it begins

"It seems St. Rose of Forks doesn't approve of my Christmas presents. What happened, Jazz? Was she denied from the peace corp.?" I said loud enough for her to hear.

And she defiantly heard.

She stopped in her tracks and whipped her head around giving me a look that would freeze beer. A lesser man would have apologized immediately, but Emmett McCarty Cullen, captain of the football team and all around ladies man, could handle her.

"Don't push your luck, Emmett. I think it's that time of the month for Rose-a-doodle." said jazz chucking.

I noticed Roses eye bouncing between the two of us. I smiled my signature "I'm a sexy bastard and I know it" smile. She grimaced and told us both to fuck off. It seems Rose Most Holy has a naughty mouth. I wonder what other way she's naughty...

The rest of the day was uneventful. I talked to the same people and flirted with the same girls. We all picked up where we left off before the break. The only change in my schedule was eighth period. My elective changed from art to photography. Fucking fine arts credit. Apparently art was full and son of a bitch, I was pissed. I heard all you had to do was slap paint on a canvas and you would get an "A", but you actually had to do shit in Photography, and the real pisser was that they forgot to tell me before the break. So the teacher knew about me being in her class but no one bother to tell me. Bitches.

I walked into the class a few minuets late after chatting with Mrs. Cope. The woman was a sucker for my "cute as pie" dimples, and if she had been 20 years younger and remotely attractive, I would've told her that I also have another set of "cute as pie" dimples right on my-

"Mr. Cullen? May I ask why you're late?" announced the smallest lady I had ever seen.

Miss Brandon.

She was new this year having just graduated from college. I think she went to FHS with my brother but whatever. She was hot if you were into midgets. I mean she barely cleared my chest, but the look on her face had me trying to protect the family jewels. It was terrifying and I'm pretty sure if she was given the chance, she would and could kick my ass.

"I'm sorry Miss Brandon I was changing my schedule."

"Fine. Go find your seat." She said dismissing me.

I looked at the sheet of paper on the corner of her desk and found my name. My partner for the next semester would be…

ROSALIE HALE?!

Fuck. My. Life.

This is going to be miserable.

Unless…

Unless I got her to spread those pretty, long legs for me.

Yes. This could end very nicely for both of us. The inner demon sneered

I walked to the back of the room to find Rosalie already there, notebook open, pen in hand.

Fuck! This woman was a trip!

"Good afternoon, Rose. Long time, no see." I smirked.

"Has anyone ever told you that you strut?" she stated "because you do. And it makes you look cocky and arrogant."

"What did you say about my cock, Rose? That it had and heir about it? Why yes, I have to agree. It is quite dignified, if I do say so my self." I knew this comment would get her panties in a bunch, so I waited on baited breath for a response.

"How dare you talk to me like that?! I'm not one of your whores that you can talk dirty to and them throw away!"

"Yes, but would you like to be?" my last rebuttal sent her into a frenzy, but before she could start screaming like a howler monkey Miss Brandon, leader of the lollypop guild, chimed in.

"Excuse me, Mr. Cullen and Miss Hale. I'm trying to teach a class here and it would behoove you to pay attention."

"Yes ma'am." We said simultaneously.

Oh yes ma'am indeed this would be and interesting semester filled with cuss words, insults, and I had anything to say about it, sex. Lots and lots of sex.

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