Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer. Bright Fire © Crash Hale 2010.

Warning, rated M for language, violence, and sexual references.

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The Betting Game

Emmett Cullen
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I breathed in deeply, my lungs craving air as I went to the bench on the sideline of my high school football field and grabbed my bottled water. I was thirsty, but my main reason for this short break was to watch Rosalie Hale walking on the other side of the field towards the main road. She was the only person I knew in this damn school that walked home. Or just walked, period. Maybe that's why her ass was so fucking tight. Finer than any of the other girls in this school.

Damn, and here I went getting a fucking boner during the middle of my workout with my brother. Good one, dick head. How fucking gay could I get?

I huffed when Edward slapped me in the back, choking slightly on the water as it went down the wrong pipe.

"You screwing that bitch too?" Edward asked, going for his own water.

I looked in Rosalie's direction once again. I wish, but we only had one class together and hardly ever talked. She never really looked at me like the other girls did anyway. It was just easier going after a piece of ass I knew would give it up than to take chances and end up not getting my dick wet.

"Nah, man."

"Finally a girl that can see past the Cullen charm, huh?" he laughed. "Who would have thought it would be trailer trash over there."

"Please," I laughed, "the Cullen charm always works, at least the Emmett Cullen charm does. Bella-bee has you so whipped I bet you don't even know how to pick up chicks anymore."

"Hey, we agreed, no betting with me when other girls are involved. I'm a one woman man now. But you, you're another story. You up for it?" Edward challenged.

He and I were always betting each other on stupid shit since as far back as I could remember. We did it with toys before our parents began giving us money and we moved onto cash. I shrugged, thinking about it. In the end I could never pass up a bet, it was like admitting I had lost already. And I never fucking gave up that easy. If I ever lost it wasn't from a lack of trying.

"New bet," Edward announced. "I bet you five hundred bucks she doesn't give it up to you," he told me.

She was hot, and I did enjoy taking Edward's money. The bet was a tempting one.

Edward grinned, "Come on, you afraid of losing?"

"I won't lose, and you're fucking on. I'll gladly take five hundred from your dumb ass any day." I grinned back at him and ran out onto the track again.

~ • ~

Edward banged on Jasper's bedroom door. "Stop jerking off, fucker, I'm opening the door!" he said loud enough for Jasper to hear.

I walked in behind him, seeing Jasper was on his bed with his headphones on and a textbook in his lap. He looked at us finally, closing the book up and pulling his headphones off.

Edward and I both dropped the money onto his bed, having just gone to the bank to retrieve it.

"Write it up, man," Edward said, all too fucking into this if you ask me.

Jasper laughed at him and shot me a look, "What is it this time?" he asked me.

"Rosalie Hale will never fucking fuck him, no way!" Edward stated, not even giving me a chance to answer Jasper.

Both Jasper and I gave him a weird look. He gave us one back, asking, "What?" defensively before an idea or realization struck him. "Oh! He has a month, put that in there."

Didn't that just contradict his 'never' statement from a second ago? What if she didn't within the next month but did somewhere else down the line?

Whatever. Edward often didn't make sense.

Jasper sighed and took the money. "Rosalie, huh?" he asked me, seeming disappointed. He always was when I used girls. Hey, it wasn't my fault his ass was pussy whipped as well.

I gave him a smile, "Easy money. You know how I love taking it from him."

"This is going to be one of those I-told-you-so times, Em."

I rolled my eyes and imagined Edward did too. Jasper was the responsible one of the three of us. That's why he never did any betting.

He was the keeper. It all started when we were kids and Jasper clung to Mom every second of the day. He wanted to be just like her - a lawyer. I couldn't see the appeal but whatever. So to involve him like Mom always told us to do in our play, Jasper became the lawyer in this game.

He'd write the shit out and have us sign it, taking the prize into his possession until the bet played through.

"You know what the gayest thing about the two of you is, besides that you suck each other off in the locker room shower at school after your workouts?" Jasper asked. "You still make me write this shit out," he answered himself.

"How else do I make sure he gives me my fucking money?" Edward asked.

I laughed, "Or the other way around."

Jasper shook his head again, "Whatever, it's just gay."

"You're just jealous he doesn't suck your dick, Jasper," Edward said, walking out into the hallway.

I made a disgusted face and shook my head of the thoughts of Edward's bad joke referring to us being gay.

"Why would I want my brother to suck me off?" he called after Edward, "I'm neither gay nor sick like the two of you!"

I laughed. Sure, we weren't gay, but we were all a little sick, as teenaged guys where.

"How do you even know if he wins?" Jasper continued to call out into the hallway where Edward was still standing.

"I knew when you fucked Alice, and I know every other time he fucks someone," Edward said. He really fucking did. He had this weird sixth sense about who'd fucked and who hadn't. Something about body language or some shit like that I guess.

"Right, stupid question," Jasper said to himself.

"Speaking of fucking, I'm gonna go to Bella's," Edward said, disappearing into his bedroom for a second before yelling, "See ya!" and running down the stairs.

I laughed again, walking out and telling Jasper we'd sign the 'document' whenever he had a chance to write it up.

Jasper was cool. He often joked that he was the adopted one and Edward and I were the twins, rather than myself being the adopted one and the two of them the twins as it really was. Edward and I were always doing shit together, having the same sense of humor and interests. We were best friends and got along great. But, just because Jasper had different interests and didn't do as much shit with us, didn't mean I didn't love both my brothers equally. I did.