A/N: The characters in this story are AH and OOC. The couples are canon, although you may not think so at first. And it is rated M for lemons later on.

If you have any reservations about; language, classism, drugs, sex or promiscuity…

DO NOT READ ON.

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Disclaimer: All Twilight characters, references and settings belong to the wonderful Ms SMyer. No copyright infringement is intended.


Preface

Edward Cullen and Isabella Swan had known each other since they were seven years old.

It was in the second grade that Edward had stopped James from biting Bella.

James was their class hamster - and Edward and Bella had been best friends, ever since.

After ten long years of friendship, there was just one small problem with their situation...

Edward was secretly in love with her.

Which would be wonderful, if it were not for one huge problem, standing in his way...

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This is one story where the rules of fair play do not apply - in a game where the stakes are high, and the morals low.

But when it comes to love, well, you all know how the old saying goes...


All's Fair in Love and War

Chapter One

EPOV

The whole room was one big clusterfuck of haze to me. The mixture of different smokes had clouded my vision, making it hard for me to see straight, and the throbbing music of our sound system was going straight to my head. I frantically rubbed my temple trying to clear my mind, and quickly locked my eyes on the reason I'd even opened them to begin with.

"Were you planning on passing that around?"

My brother Jasper turned to me, eyes completely glazed over but thankfully coherent. He plucked the small joint from the lips of the girl straddling him and took a large pull before flicking it to me. It landed on my shirt and I hastily tried to scoop it up before it left its mark, nearly falling out of my chair in the process. The two girls around me started to giggle.

Jessica Stanley, the bleach blonde tramp that I liked to sometimes share backseat romps with and her virtually unknown friend, were not exactly my ideal companions for a Saturday night… but at least they were available on short notice.

"It's Armani, bitches," I explained angrily, straightening up. I could feel my mood getting progressively worse as the night dragged on. They must have caught it too.

Stanley was over me in an instant, making sure I hadn't missed a spot of ash, and her friend, Lauren something, looked like she was about to offer up her own shirt. Jasper however ignored me, and the girl on his lap just sneered. Rolling my eyes I brought the joint up to my lips and groaned; it was stained with something sticky.

My gaze immediately shot back to the girl on Jasper's lap now shamelessly grinding against him, her glossy lips standing out like a red flag. A good minute and a half passed until she eventually looked up from molesting my brother. Her face lit up upon catching me stare, a sly smile twitching on her lip. She locked her eyes with mine and gave me a slow wink, flirting shamelessly while she grinded against my brother.

From where I was sitting, the whole thing looked like some freaky sideshow act and I was briefly reminded of Mike Newton, the homeless guy on Fifth Street who would sometimes follow us around and throw pennies at us when we refused to buy him breakfast. To which Jasper would scoop them all up and stuff them in his pants, daring Mike to come and try to take them back. We figured he had to run out eventually...

Or realise that he probably had enough fucking pennies to buy his own breakfast. I chuckled at the memory.

"The hells your problem?" the slut attached to my brother hissed, dejectedly.

I grinned and was about to mention my mental comparison to her, but caught Jasper shooting me his don't-you-fucking-dare-Edward look, and stopped myself in time.

"Either wipe that shit off your lips or stay away from the stash." I rolled my eyes, before I turned my head away from them both. It was taking all of my strength to stay even relatively civil towards this chick.

I took another long pull on the ruined joint and closed my eyes, trying to relax. Unnecessary stress wasn't good for me. It was practically my therapist's mantra. Although I'm sure she'd revoke it if I ever let slip my relaxation methods. Fuck. I felt my anger start to rise at the mere though of it…

Therapy.

I both hated and loved it. Ah the fucking irony. Hated it because it was therapy. Loved it because well, I got to sit on a comfy ass couch and dump all my problems on some poor chick. It seemed a fair enough trade. She was getting a nice big chunk of my parent's paycheck for it and I was getting my own private escape. And it was the perfect escape- for a while. Until she informed me I was under some bullshit agreement that allowed her to continue our sessions for as long as she deemed necessary.

Thus my afternoons were spent spilling my life to some bitch, formulating lie after lie to convince her I didn't belong there, in the hopes she would finally declare me cured. From what exactly, I had no idea. Unless causing panties to drop wherever I went was a disease. But thanks to the combination of good genes I had inherited from my parents, I was pretty sure there was no immediate cure for that in my future.

I was even pleasant toward her in the beginning, imagining the strings my parents must have pulled to get her to accept such an unorthodox agreement. But after two sessions with the just-graduated-from-med-school doctor, I could tell she was all about my father's money, and would have gladly tied me down to that couch for the rest of my life if she'd thought no one would come looking for me. Many times I'd contemplated just bribing her with fistfuls of cash to sign the stupid release forms. However, Carlisle's threats of taking away my Volvo always brought those ideas to a crashing halt.

"Eddie…" A whiney nasal sounded from somewhere in my lap breaking me from my thoughts. I looked down to see that Stanley had positioned herself between my knees and was staring up at me intently, her hand lingering above my zipper.

What the fuck?

I took a quick glance around the room to be sure I hadn't missed something important- like everyone leaving the room. But no, they were still all there, looking just as flabbergasted and mystified as I felt.

"Jess, what the hell are you doing?"

"Lauren and I have to go home now…" she said anxiously.

"And you - what? – forgot what a door's supposed to look like?" I glanced downwards.

"No silly," she laughed. "I just didn't want to leave without a proper goodbye."

Jesus Christ.

"Jess, that's okay. I'll um see you at school and we can uh talk about it then..." I trailed off, completely lost for words. It wasn't like I could do or say anything that could help her out of this one.

"Alright, Eddie. We'll talk at school." She winked and stood up. The next second we heard the door slam shut and both she and Lauren were gone. Jasper almost toppled over in amusement as he turned to me, his face completely stunned.

"I don't say it enough, Edward, but I'm so glad we don't have a sister."

I shuddered in agreement and took a large, but very necessary pull, on the joint still in my hand.

Any other night I might have taken Stanley up on her offer. Sex was my trademark after all; it's what I was best known for at Forks Academy, although I'm ashamed to admit that I found it only slightly more satisfying than driving the Volvo. Don't get me wrong, I was as horny as the next eighteen year old guy, but sex to me was just sex and I didn't place it on some weird coveted pedestal like most guys did. It was simply a means to an end- an end that I could accomplish with my hand, if I needed to.

Or it could just be that sex came too easy to me. Obviously.

Girls in this town were suckers for green eyes and a trust fund, and if they weren't already throwing themselves at me, you could bet I'd be milking those for all their worth. It didn't help that I could ask for just about anything in bed, and they'd go along with it... anything to fuck Edward Cullen.

More than likely though, my problem had something to do with my obsession for one girl in particular. But that was a whole other fucked up story...

I quietly pulled a new cigarette from my pocket and lit it. It was depressing to think that those things were pretty much my life: expensive therapy, meaningless sex, and fast cars. Oh and getting stoned silly of course, whenever Esme and Carlisle went away- pretending they were single. Like the icing on the cake, my life just wouldn't be complete without a pair of sexually repressed parents. It was no surprise really that my brother Jasper was always just as inclined to get high as I was.

But he wasn't the one being sent to fucking therapy for it.

I sighed and released the breath of smoke I'd been holding for a while, when Jasper's girl, being the great sort of person she was, took it upon herself to destroy my high. Her high pitched laughter suddenly filled the room and brought me crashing down to reality - or hell. I hadn't yet decided.

"Is jacking off not that great after all?"

She'd obviously completely misinterpreted my sigh.

"I'd gladly spend the night with my hand before I ever let any part of you near my dick," I quipped, not even trying this time to keep the venom out of my voice.

She simply scoffed, hard, like she was trying to cough up some balls that had gotten stuck in her throat a while back, and I was debating the pros and cons of giving her the Heimlich manoeuvre when she turned her attention back to Jasper, who was either purposely ignoring us or was just too high at that point to care.

This being all chivalrous and shit while Jasper was stoned was quickly getting old. I was used to him bringing home less than perfect girls but this one really shook me to the core. Never before had I used the words 'fuck' and 'dick' in a conversation with a girl I'd just met, but holy dick fuck did this girl warrant it.

I took the opportunity while her back was turned to check her out, this girl my brother had been going on about for weeks. I still couldn't figure out what he saw in her, although I knew within the first two minutes of meeting her why I wouldn't like her. She was lower class. And not like Stanley or her friend, who were more like avid social climbers than anything else, this chick was really fucking poor.

I shuddered to think of what our parents, famous surgeon Carlisle Cullen or movie star Esme Cullen would say if they ever met this girl. With her cheap dyke haircut and designer rip off labels, the girl looked like she had all of about two cents to her name. That's not to say she would ever meet our parents. My brother was a carefree spirit and all, but even stoned he wasn't suicidal.

That's exactly what introducing her to our parents would mean--death and then disownership.

To my dismay, Jasper chose that moment to escape to the alcohol cabinet, leaving me all alone with her. The girl looked back and forth between mine and Jasper's fleeting form as if contemplating something in her head, before settling her gaze on me and smirking.

"Let's start over. I'm Alice," she challenged, offering me her hand.

I wouldn't even have time to grab my hand sanitizer.

"Edward." I nodded, refusing to let her win whatever game this was. My body however visibly recoiled at her touch, and I withdrew my hand after giving her the customary two seconds that common decency called for. But my repulsion just seemed to ignite her even more. She folded her arms and laughed.

"Well, Edward, I can see how visibly hard that was for you but I should let you know something. I don't take shit from anyone, especially arrogant little rich boys."

I grinned and relaxed back into the couch. Where did Jasper even find these girls? I could see why he might think she was pretty, with her smooth pale skin, tough blue eyes and attitude to match, but she was so fucking beneath us it was ridiculous.

"That really won't be an issue. I have difficulties understanding the language of trailer trash, much less trying to fucking speak it."

"Please," she rolled her eyes, unfazed. "I eat egotistical pricks like you for breakfast."

"I'd love to say the same, but unlike my brother, I won't touch girls like you."

She laughed. "Oh Edward…" she lowered her eyes, continuing with my sexual innuendo and grabbing my collar as she leaned in unexpectedly. Her grip was so surprisingly firm for someone that petite that I felt myself start to pull back. "…Even in your wildest fantasies, you couldn't get a girl like me."

I lauged and pushed her hand away. "Alice, I think you have me mistaken for some brain-dead-idiot that would actually want a girl like you."

Fortunately for both of us, the idiot in question chose that moment to reappear, with a bottle of vodka in one hand, three shot glasses in the other and a shit eating grin on his face. His eyes travelled over the scene; Alice out of her chair with her body pressed against mine, and me visibly recoiling from her close proximity. But our obvious hostility did nothing to faze him. If anything, his grin grew wider.

"So kids, what'd I miss?" Jasper chuckled.


APOV

I ran my fingers along the rim of the smooth shot glass and allowed my eyes to travel between the two attractive Cullen boys in front of me.

I'd definitely made the right choice.

Even after half a dozen shots of vodka, I could tell Edward still hadn't let his guard down around me. He may have been a condescending jackass but he was clearly a lot more reserved than his brother. I noticed too his eyes were travelling back and forth a lot between us and the restraint behind them was discernible. I had to give him credit for being able to stay quiet for so long.

"See something you like?" I teased, laying it on thick.

If he wanted to believe I was a whore that was fine, I'd take it. But I had secretly hoped I wouldn't have to go down this route. I was still kicking myself for flirting with him earlier.

"Not even if you were giving it up for free." He pulled out his phone and began walking away.

"Whatever," I smiled sweetly, glad to finally be rid of him and turned my attention to the real reason I was there. "Jasper, where's your bathroom?"

His face immediately lit up. "This way, I'll show you." He managed to capture my hand without stumbling, an impressive feat considering his alcohol induced state, but not nearly as impressive as the dazzling smile that adorned his gorgeous face.

God, he was cute.

I took a moment to breathe him all in. His unruly blonde hair, toned physique and scorching blue eyes… the ultimate envy of every aspiring surfer boy. I could just imagine what it would be like to kiss him… and run my fingers through his hair… while he gripped my hips… and whispered my name.

His strong muscled arms on either side of me, trapping me beneath him.

I let my mind indulge itself in its little fantasy for a while longer, until pretty soon I could actually feel his weight on top of me.

His smooth tongue warming my skin as he moved his mouth from my lips to my neck.

God, just thinking about him was getting me hot. I sighed.

What a waste.

I let him lead me down the long hall of the small mansion and was slightly surprised when he stopped me as we reached the kitchen. I shot him a quizzical grin. He simply smiled down at me and grabbed me by the hips, thrusting me up onto the edge of the kitchen counter and quickly devouring my lips with his. I smiled into our kiss.

This guy was just too easy.

I felt a small moan escape me as he slid his warm tongue into my mouth, a mixture of musk and vodka encapsulating my senses and I took the opportunity to finally run my fingers through his gorgeous hair. It was softer than I expected. Most of the guys I'd been with had needed gel to achieve his look but his was naturally tousled it seemed.

It only turned me on more.

I could practically feel the heat radiating between our bodies as he slid his leg between my thighs and pressed his whole body against me. From my position, I could have easily wrapped my legs around his torso, but the feeling of his hard thigh against me was so much better. I held it there in place, enjoying the friction his jeans were creating. Just his scent alone was driving me wild…

Damn it.

I broke away quickly before I let him have me then and there, and slid my body smoothly down the countertop into his waiting arms. His smile grew impossibly wider as he tucked me into his arms and kissed the top of my head. It was such a sweet gesture that I couldn't help but smile against his chest, but it was gone by the time I turned away from him and continued my search for the bathroom.

"Wait," Jasper said softly, grabbing my hand and forcing me back around. I smiled.

So easy.

"Yes?" I purred, reaching for the hem of his shirt.

He titled his head to the side and studied me for a long moment before suddenly grinning. "I just wanted to say… your act in there with my little brother was cute. Really, you have no idea how much fun it is watching someone put Edward in his place." He paused in his little speech to still my travelling hands. I hesitated a bit before looking up to meet his eyes; and almost had to look straight back down again.

Jasper's eyes were filled to the brim with some emotion I couldn't quite place, but the sight alone could have literally taken my breath away… if I'd allowed it. Then he slowly bent his head to mine and continued his speech, in a voice an octave lower than before. "But I know the real Alice…" he said quietly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "And I like her so much better."

A conflicting combination of sadness and lust washed over me at his words. I tried hard to keep the disbelief from my eyes and gave him the best tight lipped smile I could manage before turning away.

Oh, Jasper. If only you knew what you were getting yourself into.


BPOV

I heard the phone ring somewhere in my subconscious.

"I'm sleeping," I mumbled to the darkness.

The ringing didn't stop. I rolled over and reached blindly for the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Bella, it's me."

"Edward?"

I quickly glanced down at my bedside clock. "It's three o'clock in the fucking morning!"

"So?"

"You better be on the verge of death."

"Well… not exactly."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong."

"You said you weren't exactly on the verge of death, meaning you're close?"

"I lied."

I rolled my eyes to the darkness. "Shocking. Why are you calling me?"

"First of all… ouch. Second, I'm calling because I love the sound of your voice."

"Time and time again you prove that chivalry is, in fact, not dead."

"Your sarcasm is sexy."

"Only to the mentally impaired."

"Playing on my disability isn't fair."

"You calling me at three a.m. isn't exactly the epitome of reasonable."

"That just wasn't funny."

"Forgive me, Edward," I yawned. "My comebacks are better at four."

"But that's a whole hour away."

"Your point?"

"I need you now."

I felt my heart stop beating in my chest. I quickly checked for a pulse. When I didn't immediately reply, he continued.

"Can I come over, Bella? Please? I promise I'll be quiet. You can go right back to sleep once I get there."

"Edward, what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong."

There was no hesitation in his voice but I could tell he was lying. Perhaps I knew him too well.

"Fine. But hurry your ass up, I'm tired."

"Be there in a tick."

"You're such a dork."

"You think it's hot."

"Uh huh. I'll open my window."

"Thank you."

I heard the dial tone and realized he'd failed to say goodbye... again.


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