A/N:Hello world! Its me, Sham. Pussyninjas big cousin and mentor. love that bitch, lol. Anywho, we decided, or rather I forced her to write this delicious story. kind of like a co-project, like we double teaming yall hoes, lol. Anyway, dont know where its going so dont fucking ask yo. just read, enjoy and fucking review, slackers!

"Ugh, the things I would do to her", Leah practically moans across the table. I don't bother with averting my attention from my nails; this is nothing new for her. Every other week it's some new girl shes fawning over, some new conquest. Last week it was Kate Denali, the undercover whore, second to Lauren of course. Just the thought of Leah sticking anything into any of her orifices makes me want to vomit.

She so needs to up her standards, I muse to myself, mentally gagging at an unwanted sexual vision.

She so should have settled for Alice Brandon, the perky artist. The slave to everything Forks High. She's sort of the nerd type, always reading, writing and running for class president along with others. But unlike them, Alice has hella sex appeal and she's not afraid to show it. Which is why she seemed to catch not only Leah's attention, but my younger brother, Jasper's as well. The poor guy, I love him to death but sometimes he's really oblivious to the fact that he's a rebound. Whatever, I'm not the type to meddle in such affairs.

Anyway as I was saying, Alice, unlike us, the typical cliché "cool kids," fits into any group she sees fit. Shes nice, but just too damn enthusiastic about everything.

"I know what you're thinking, Lilly. And you can just stop while you're ahead", Leah says. I don't even try to hide the smirk on my lips at her comment; she is my best friend after all, so why wouldn't she know what was running through my mind? Finally looking up from my previous task of my nails, I regard her with a raise of my eyebrow, silently challenging her.

"Don't you give me that look." She inclines, glaring slightly. "Okay, yeah. Alice was great, but what can I say? I'm a free bird and I like it like that."

I couldn't argue with her there. I've been relatively single for five months now, with the exception of a few flings and Emmett of course. He's cool and such a safe haven for me, but as Leah said before, she enjoys her freedom and so do I.

"I'm just saying, Lee. I really wish you'd up your standards a bit. You can do way better than these floozies, aside from Alice of course." I shrug, turning my attention back to my nails.

"Oh, I'd love to up my standards, sweetness", she purs, making me twitch slightly, "But I'm afraid the one I got my eyes set on won't give me the time of day." Peeking up through my lashes, I catch her just in time as she smirks and winks at me. I'm flustered no doubt, that much I'm sure from the thunderous chorus of laughs resounding from our table, compliments mostly of Emmett and Leah.

Yes, it's no secret that though Leah is and has been my bestie since the sandbox, she also vies for my affection...in other ways. It's weird to say the least. I mean don't get me wrong, I'm more for the dick, but that doesn't mean I haven't let the thought cross my mind. There were a few fantasies about other women, girls, Leah.

She's had me curious for a while, and still kind of does; whispering hidden promises, desires she said only a woman, only she could truly fulfill for me. We've kissed and groped each other on more than a few occasion, but it never goes beyond that.

Similar to her situation with Alice, Leah wants something of me that I can't give. She wants not only my friendship, but my mind, body and my love. And I do love her as many things but I'm not sure a lover is one.

And why shouldn't she want me? I am Rosalie Hale, after all. She snorts obnoxiously, looking straight at me, through me, and shakes her head with a small smile. She knows me so well.

"So this new teacher, Swan? Just how hot is she", Emmett cuts in, thankfully gaining Leah's attention.

Unconsciously my tongue clicks against the roof of my mouth and I roll my eyes; this is their typical lunch room chatter. Leah talking about her newest conquest or some smut filled adventure she had, with Emmet happily co-signing, grinning like a perverted maniac.

"Dude, she's smoking! Shes got legs for days, man", Leah entertains, practically gushing and drooling over said women.

"And her ass", he asks. I shake my head.

"It's mad perky Emm, and so are her tits. They're like the perfect size, fit right into your hands. She teaches health too. That's such a turn on."

"Well if she's as hot as you say she is, she can teach me anatomy anytime she wants." Just then there's a sound, a slapping of hands, a hi-five I presume. I drown out the rest of the conversation and decide to focus on the salad in front of me.

"Dude there she is!" My brows arches inward at the sight of Leah bouncing in her seat; her hands are outstretched, yanking at Emmet's forearm, begging him to turn his gaze upon the unfortunate women. I've never seen her look so unbelievably thirsty. It reminds me of a child begging their mother for some new ridiculous toy.

"Fuck", is all I hear Emmet say beside me. I glance in his direction and notice the strange look of pain on his face; he's biting his lip rather hard and looks as if he may just whimper. I recognize the face immediately. It's the same face he makes when he's about to cum.

Seriously?

"I told you! Shes hot, right?" Ignoring that big cheesy grin on Leahs face, I decide to humor them for a moment and see what all the fuss is about. I don't even have to try to look for her; she stands out so blaringly loud. She's such a huge contrast to our usual plain, boring teachers; lean, but not super skinny. Her legs are indeed long, muscled, and smooth. I watch them as she struts towards the lunch line. She's wearing heels, stilettos from what I can see, which ultimately puts her in a different class compared to the inch high, old lady baby doll shoes most of the female staff wears nowadays.

Unbeknownst to her, I'm not the only one that seems to be watching aside from my perverted friends of course. The whole male student body is practically eye raping her.

Perverts.

I study her more as she chats with a fellow teacher, Ms. Thompson, our questionable female gym teacher, the butch as Leah says.

Either she's naive or just plain dumb, because Ms. Thompson is so creeping on her. Can't blame her though, from what I've seen, which is mainly her backside, she's definitely what you would call a 'ten'. She oozes sex, but at the same time it's subtle, shy even. Then again, she could be a butter-face.

And that would be downright shameful.

My eyes continue to take her in, critiquing, consuming; I already know her type off the back. I can tell she was one of those mousey, awkward types in school. The type that grew into her beauty. The type that received attention, but didnt necessarily seek it. She seems kind that much is obvious from the way she seems to interact with Butch of all people, genuinely interested in whatever's being said, which lets me know shes not at all like me, arrogant, judgmental, manipulative, and conceded. Though she's none of these things, she still reeks of confidence. She has an air of authority to her, the straightness of her back tells me so; it's something that makes my stomach churn suddendly.

Something that makes me throb with excitement.

I haven't fully seen her face yet, but from what I have seen she's definitely not a butter-face; but the anticipation has my body humming with excitement.

It's strange really, I dont know why she, this women whom I know nothing about, has me clenching in my seat.

Maybe it's because she seems just like me; beautiful, desired, confident? But at the same time she's not. She's hidden, shy, temptuous.

Maybe for some unknown reason I find her to be a threat, an equal and just maybe, that knowledge excites me, turns me on.

She has me wet for her and she hasn't even met or uttered a word to me.

"I'm gonna do unforgivable things to her", Leah declares; the statement is followed by a snort from Emmet.

"Yeah, in your dreams. You don't stand a chance. You're a child in her world and she," he pauses with a sigh, "she's a woman. A goddess. Not only that, but you don't even know if she's gay."

"So what if I'm a kid? That's what makes it so damn tempting. The ethics, the sinful temptation just makes it all the more exciting." Emmet grunts, and I know he's only half-heartedly listen to her, like me. "As far as her being gay? I think the display before us says enough on the matter. Butch is so lesbionic for her and the fact that she hasn't shied from the attention says it all."

"Maybe she's just friendly or oblivious even?"

"Pssh, that ass tells me differently. Trust me I know. My gaydar never fails! But either way, if she's gay or if she isn't gay, she most certainly will be by the end of the year."

I find myself giggling along with her at that; and of course, Emmet booms, which seems to get her attention.

"Oh shit, she looking, quick turnaround!" Oh how badly I want to roll my eyes at how obvious they're being, but I can't. I'm too caught up in her gaze. She's beyond a ten, and the knowledge makes me even wetter. My teeth scrape against my lower lip in an attempt to keep from moaning, just as Emmet did not too long ago. She regards me a slight twitch in the corner of her lip; it's so subtle and if I weren't so blatantly staring at her I wouldn't have even noticed.

I stare at her just as she's staring at me, unabashed, challenging even. There's something hidden behind those orbs, defiance, mock?

She needs to be set straight.

She needs to know who runs this school.

She flips her long chestnut hair over her shoulder, but unlike me it's not in a condescending manner. It seems more out of habit; she never drops her gaze.

It's exciting. Most people, females, are intimidated by me; they flee from my icy stare, but her?

She needs to be broken.

Her heart shaped face twitches with that hidden smirk. She's taunting me, daring me to look away.

She needs to be fucked, hard. She needs to be punished for making me want her, for making me so fucking wet.

"See something you like, Lillian", comes Leah's teasing voice, breaking me out of my trance. Reluctantly I turn from the temptress, and pull back my mask; but not before seeing that smirk grow into a full on fuck me grin. Her eyes closed briefly before she turns her attention back to butch.

Fucking tease.

A forced cough makes me look up at Leah. She's grinning knowingly with that eyebrow raised questionably.

"She's hot right", she inquires, leaning forward a bit and resting her chin in her hand.

"Wouldn't know", I say shrugging, a small smirking working its way to my lips, "she's not me."

"Ain't never lied." She grins, fluttering her lashes and flashing me her infamous fuck-me-eyes.

Give me break.

I stick my tongue at her playfully and soon regret it.

"Too easy, Rose", she teases, shaking her head and raising that signature brow.

An idea crosses my mind.

"Is it now", I challenge with a teasing brow of my own. "You know, you talk alot of shit with that mouth of yours." I say, arching forward a bit, purposely flashing a peek at my ample cleavage. She looks of course, stares so blatantly for more than a minute before looking at me once more; confusion and skepticism marring her features. She's curious at what my next move will be.

"I'll make a bet with you", I lean in a bit more, whispering seductively in her ear. I can see she's biting her lip while her brows seem to twitch.

"I'm..I'm listening." I chuckle at her stutter, making sure my breath tickles her ear. She shudders.

"Go hit on the teacher, get a feel for what she is. I don't care what you find out", I say quickly as she opens her mouth to object, "just find out something I don't already know. Married? Kids? Life partner? I dont care." She tilts her head away for a moment and gives me a questioning look; she wants to know why I'm doing this, why I even care to know, but she doesn't voice her concerns. Just nods for me to continue.

"If you're successful I'll give you," I lean in just a bit more, so that my lips are brushing against her ear, "a sample of whatever you want." She moans then, very audibly and I can't help but grin in satisfaction as I pull back, staring at the lust and need in her eyes. "If you fail, well then you have to be my slave for two weeks."

"You're on! What are the rules?" She flashes me a determined smile.

"No rules really," I lurch backwards, folding my arms around my chest; "you've got the remainder of the day and up until this time tomorrow. And the bet is off if I find out anything before you. I win."

"You are so gonna regret this, Rosalie Lillian Hale. Or maybe not? Once you have Leah, you never go back", she declares, wiggling her brows with that same perverted grin plastered on her face.

"This is so fucking hot," Emmett sighs out of nowhere, chin in hand while eying the both of us. I shove him playfully just as Leah stands to her feet.

"Where are you going", Emmett voices my thoughts, temporarily dropping his defenses and attempts at thwarting my assault. I land one solid punch to his arm before giving Leah my full attention.

"Where do you think? The task I've been given won't fulfill itself, you know." She's already making her way past our table and confidently strutting to the one in the far corner, where the mystery women is being bombarded by the staff, male and female alike.

I've got to give it to her; anyone else would have looked at the odds, the situation and went the other way. But Leah? Well let's just say when she really wants something; she's not so easily swayed.

I watch, fascinated as she comes to a halt right in front of the maiden and bends so that she's crouching, eye level. She outstretches her arm, introducing herself and grins as Swan happily yet hesitantly grasps it. She stands after a moment of brief chatter, hands in her pockets and grinning wildly as she talks animatedly with her.

Swan raises an eyebrow just then; a small smile grazes her lips right before she waves off a comment, blushing profusely. The English teacher, Mr. Cullen, runs an irritated hand through his fuck me hair and proceeds to point her off in our direction; Looks like someone feels threatened.

Typical male behavior, fawning and practically showing their inner wolf and or lion, trying to stake claim to something that isnt theres in the first place.

Her eyes flash towards our table at this, towards me, and I raise an eyebrow. This time its me whose challenging her. She holds my gaze for a second before Edward, as he's encouraged me to call him on several occasions, begins to bark at Leah. Using my peripherals, I see Leah put her hands up and mock surrender before rolling her eyes and nodding in the woman's direction.

I shake my head at Edward's primitive behavior. He's such a man-whore. He'll hit and perv on anything with legs. Alice and I have witnessed this, and even been on the receiving end of his lustful gaze.

Sicko.

Not even phased by his obvious display of jealousy, Leah saunters over towards us just as the bell rings.

"Well", Emmett and I prod at the same time. We're walking down the hallway towards my locker.

"I've got nothing really", she shrugs, leaning against a locker close to my own.

"That didn't look like nothing", I say, shifting through a few neglected books.

"I introduced myself and she did the same. Couldn't really decipher if it was a Miss or Mrs. though", another shrug, "she said she teaches health, which we all know. Then well, I kinda improvised", She confesses, pursing her lip in a confused manner.

"What'd you say?" My tone makes her flinch slightly, hands mirroring that same mock surrender as in the cafeteria.

"I just asked her if she could help me out with a problem, if she could help me help a friend identify a problem with their junk."

I literally smack myself. What the hell does that have to do with anything? No wonder she was blushing like a fool and looking mortified.

"What", she asks curiously as I shake my head.

"Nothing, Leah. Nothing at all."

"So what was Mr. Bedhead barking about", Emmett questions further as we walk to our next class, English, with said man.

"Oh you know how men are, Emm", she tisks, "no offense of course," he waves her off. "Guess he found his next potential prey. Guess no more easy A's for you, eh Rosy?"

"Pshh. We"ll see about that." I'm by no means a whore of any sorts, I just know how to use my sex appeal to get what I want. And he definitely hasn't complained so far.

*H.F.T*

"Hello, Mr. Cullen", I purr, taking my seat at the head of the class. My legs cross with purpose, seductively, and he perks up, completely ignoring the fact that I'm twenty minutes late. Guess my quick bathroom check took a little more time then expected. Can't rush beauty, you know?

His throat clears as he eyes me appreciatively and I smirk as he looks just a bit too hard, gaining a snort from both Leah and Emmett.

"Careful there Cullen," Leah begins, humor laced in her voice, "that thing between her legs is a black hole. Just might get sucked in if you step any closer." She snickers, gaining a few laughs from the class, including me. "I wouldn't mind, if you know what I mean? Though, I doubt you can handle that."

A chorus of "ohs" erupts, bringing him out of his perverted trance and the icy glare he sends tells me Leahs just may regret her words.

"Perhaps, Miss Clearwater, you'd be able to handle three weeks of detention?"

"Aww what! No way, that's not fair", she scoffs, glaring holes at the top of his head as he proceeds to write her a pink slip.

"Oh? Maybe you'd like to take it up with the principal", he challenges.

"Depends," she retorts dryly, gaining back her confidence, "if it's that fine piece of ass known as Swan, then yes. Yes I would love to take it up with the principal. Get a few one on ones, tell her how you were so blatantly perving on Rosalie. Think that's called pedophilia", she continues, smirking at the redness in his face.

She always did know how to get under his skin. Though she probably should stop right about now before she makes it worst. But it is quite entertaining.

"You want to make it a month, Clearwater?" He's gritting his teeth by now.

"You wouldn't do that, Cullen," she inclines, "not unless you want daddy Hale hearing about what may or may not be going on in that filthy mind of yours."

"W-what are you talking about? This is highly inappropriate!" He flushed now, stuttering and running a nervous hand through his hair. I, on the other hand aren't perturb in the slightest; she's calling him out as the pervert that he is.

"Oh, you know what im talking about. The whole class saw it, watches the way you look at her like she's a piece of meat. Isn't that right class?" On cue, several whispers can be heard traveling around the room. "The community would most certainly frown down upon such knowledge. Would be such a shame." She smirks as his features twitch involuntarily.

"So Teach, this is how it's gonna be. You're gonna throw away that pink slip in your hand and we're," she points to herself and the other classmates, "gonna pretend like none of this happened, feel me?"

His nose flares and body visible shakes with what I can only assume is anger before he hesitantly throws the slip in the trash.

"Good job", she coos, just like a mother praises their child for doing something good.

"Turn to chapter twelve in your texts, now please", he grits out, ignoring the smug chuckle from Leah. She truly is an ass.

*H.F.T*

"So, we fucking today or tomorrow", Leah grins, walking me to my car.

"Depends. What's the four-one-one on Swan?" That brow quirks again as the gears slowly begin to turn in her head.

"So that's it, huh? You gotta girl crush on the noob", she accuses humorously, flashing me a cheeky grin as she does so. At this angle, with me reclined in the drivers seat, and with her slightly leaning against the door, hands on the frame, I'm able to make out two rows of straight sparkling teeth.

Closing my eyes and resting my head against my head rest, I briefly wonder what they'd feel like grazing my clit. I instantly throb. Perhaps I should purposely forfeit the bet and just take her up on her offer?

I hum in response to my question and open my eyes, only to squint. The sun's unusually bright today, and I squint as her head sways, blocking and unblocking the sun. That's what she reminds me of. The sun. Always so warm, happy, vibrant.

"I have no clue as to what you're talking about", I giggle, winking at the permanent smirk on her face.

"Right. Well, just have those panties off by four o'clock tomorrow. I always seem to work up an appetite around that time." This time she winks, and I can't help the small blush that slowly makes its way up my neck.

Yes, she indeed knows how to get under everyone's skin.

"Alright," she groans, "get out here before I decide to find out just how far down that blush goes."

We both laugh at this; she pushes herself off of the door just as I turn the ignition.

"See you around Beautiful." She leans in for a second time and brushes her lips against my cheek, tantalizingly close to the corner of my mouth. "Call me later", she inquires.

"Always do."