Busted

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Jessica waited.

Why did her father always show up late to pick her up from cheerleading practice? It wasn't like they didn't own a clock, indeed, her father knew damn good and well what time to pick her up. Was he trying to embarrass her in front of her peers? Was he trying to show off the fact that she didn't have her own car like everybody else that attended Forks High School.

Oh, he would get it all right.

The tapping of her impatient foot could be the only noise heard. Arms folded over her chest, Jessica reminded herself how dangerous it could be alone, unsupervised. Then again, it was Forks. Nothing bad ever happened in Forks.

She was suddenly aware of a presence. It was as though she could automatically sense that HE was near.

And, indeed, he was.

"How are you doing, Jessica?"

And yet she still jumped at his voice.

Edward Cullen. Perfect averages, perfect attendance, miserable attitude. School bully. And yet, the word bully could not describe Edward. He was something more…

Well, yes, he was something more. Something more beautiful. Something more mysterious. Something more…evil.

And they were alone together.

Heartbeat increased, palms sweaty.

Jessica responded.

'What are you doing here, Edward."

He chuckled. "Answering my question with another question, now there's something that can aggravate one."

"Shut up."

"And may I ask you, Jessica, why you are wondering around alone after school hours, wearing that tight top and mini-skirt. Are you aware of how dangerous that could be?"

Jessica didn't respond. Instead she glanced around nervously, wondering why the HELL her father had to be extremely late, today of all days.

"Talk to me, Jessica."

"No thanks."

"Why not? You know he's not going to be here for awhile, he never is."

"Go away."

"How bout we go behind the school, huh? Just you and me. We have time. You know you want to."

"No way! Your disgusting!"

"C'mon, you know you want me underneath that cheerleader skirt of yours"

She refused to face his gaze.

"I am not going to have this conversation with you."

She knew exactly was Edward was trying to do.

"C'mon. Let me play with your pom-poms."

"Drop dead, Edward."

"You know you want that. I make you hot. I make you wet."

"No! You make me sick!"

"I know I turn you on, Jessica. All us bad boys do. Yeah, you like us. Boys with an edge. Dirty. Rough. "

"Drop dead!"

Now she was scared.

"I can see the steam coming out of you. That outfit's so tight I can see the outline of your-"

"Go to hell, Edward!"

"You slut cheerleaders are all alike. I watch the way you thrust and grind."

Yes, she could be considered a slut. But not by him.

He patted his crotch.

"Get on this, I'll give you a ride to remember."

"Is this how you attract your hoes, Edward? You sweet talk them like this?"

"I attract you."

Jessica was silent.

Yes, it was true. At a party they had made out, but things never had progressed further.

"C'mon, Jessica. One time. For old time's sake."

"You make me ill."

"I know you want me. The things I say turn you on. I know they do."

The things he said hadn't turned her on, but they made her think. How could they not make her think?

"Take off that sweatshirt, toots. Let me see your perky breasts."

"Do you ever stop?"

"I love the way they look in that cheerleader top. I can almost feel them. C'mon Jessica, unzip that sweatshirt, let me.."

At long last, headlight turned into the parking lot.

Edward took off.

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~Angel~