A/N: I'm going crazy. The more songs I listen to, the more ideas I receive. This new story came from the song Kiss Me Thru The Phone by Soulja Boy ft. Sammie. Amazing song and after billions of times replaying it, I was gifted with this idea. Have fun! Thanks to Tanya for editing this : )

Beta Note: Wow well, it's certainly something else! The plot is so original, and the writing style is almost flawless ^^" Read and review darlins~ If you don't, I'll find you and kill your whilst you're sleeping...*laughs evilly* Only kidding ^.~ But seriously, review if you read, if you know what's good for you~Cheers*~!

Summary: Bella Swan is a 22 college prude. One night, a stranger asks her for help. And that green-eyed stranger asks Bella to be his porn partner. "You mind posing nude with me?" Hilarity ensues! Bella's POV.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

Chapter 1: On the Road to Insanity

"It is said that all great lovers are articulate, and verbal seduction is the surest road to actual seduction. Quoted by Marya Mannes. Now, what do you all think about that?" my college professor asked the class. There was no response. It was clear that nobody was listening to what he was saying though. "Anybody?" he tried again. Sighing, I rose my hand. "Ah, yes, Miss Swan?"

"Well, for one, verbal seduction and physical seduction are two different things. But words have larger meanings than the touch itself. So I suppose verbal seduction is the way to physical, but there'd have to be a lot of effort put into it," I said. Professor O'Connor smiled and nodded his head.

"Exactly that! Did you all hear what Miss Swan said? To seduce a man or a woman verbally, the words must be put together in a proper manner. That means things like pick-up lines and such are not acceptable," he said, staring at some student at the back. He looked to the clock and then quickly went to the board to write out assignment down. "Next Thursday, I'd like you all to write a paper on the difference between verbal and physical. Use examples, elaborate, and make it neat." He coughed and added, "Mr. Pennington, that'd be going out to you."

People laughed and packed their bags. Sighing, I started to pack my things into my handbag. One of my friends from class, Angela Webber, came down to my desk and sighed as well.

"I'm curious. You're still a virgin yet you know a lot about seduction and well. . .sex. What's your secret?" she asked playfully. I rolled my eyes to her and walked out of class with her.

"There is no secret except for paying attention. And I'd rather be a virgin that some. . .sexual deviant." I shivered and shook my head. "I mean, I don't understand what's so good about sex ―" Angela did a small shriek and covered my mouth with her hand.

"Bella, have you been driven to the brink of insanity? You can't go around saying things like that. You're twenty-two and still a virgin. And most people here already lost their virginity and love sex. Do you want to be the laughing stock?!" I stared incredulously at her. Outburst much?

She breathed deeply and calmed down. "You done?" I asked. She nodded. "Well, you know, I'm proud to be a virgin. I don't need sex to fill my life. I'm perfectly fine on my own without it. So just leave the topic be, Ang," I said. Reluctantly, she nodded and hugged me before going to her classes. And I went to my own class. Discussion over.

Nobody but myself knew the reason as to why I was a virgin. They all suspected that I stayed pure because I got disgusted at the idea of something being stuck inside of me for a period of time. Well, that was kind of true, but it was that I couldn't be bothered to give myself up to someone that a) didn't truly love me, b) only saw me because of my looks or c) was too preppy, annoying and somebody I didn't want to stick with for a couple of years.

I sighed as I walked down the road to my shabby apartment. It was such a pity that I couldn't even afford to buy a new car. I really needed to make some money.

I yawned and pulled out my keys, almost reaching the main lobby. Almost being the key word.

Someone had abruptly pulled me by the shoulders and covered my mouth, not allowing me to scream. Panic rushed through my veins and I tried to remember what to do in a situation like this.

One of my legs swung around and kicked whoever was holding me, in the shin. The male cursed and pushed me up against the wall.

Tears formed as I thought I was about to get raped or mugged. I sniffled and tried to keep in the unbearable sobs down my throat
as the male removed his hands from me.

With blurry eyes, I stared at the predator. My breath hitched and I found myself not able to look away. There was something different about him. The intensity of his eyes; it was as if they told a story. And I was willing to listen.

This man poured out pure beauty all the way from his bones. He had messy hair that was a bit long, but still boyish looking. And it was the most unusual shade. In the dim light, it looked like a dark brown, but squinting, I could see the copper thrown into it. I guess it was bronze or something. He had soft white skin that was flushed pink at the cheekbones. His skin seemed soft, and I was left wanting to run my hand over his cheek. I shook my head and continued to look at him.

He had plump pink lips that he ran his tongue over. Over and over again. Like it was a reaction when he was nervous. And when I reached his eyes, I could feel the crease of my eyebrows as I tried to get intensely close to just stare. They were a creepy shade of green. Really bright, you could never miss them.

"Um. . .what the hell are you doing?" he asked in a cool voice.

I reeled back and stared at him with confusion. "What the hell are you doing, might I ask?" I shot back at him. He nipped at his bottom lip and scratched at his head. "Yeah, uh-huh, thought so, buddy," I said, smugly.

"You were about to die."

What the hell did he just say? "I beg your pardon?"

"What?" he said, clearly annoyed, "you didn't hear me?" I shook my head and he sighed. "I said, you were about to die." I could feel my cheeks tint red from anger. Who was he to determine when or when I wasn't going to die. He saw my expression and continued the story. Good. "There were some guys that were following you. So I felt, if I took a snap at you first, they'd let you be. I was right." He smiled, one side pulling up higher than the other. Normally, I'd find that smile totally unattractive and awkward, but oh, I could feel my soul fly right from my body and up into the heavens. It was beautiful.

"Oh," I whispered to myself.

"A thank you, would be nice, you know," he jokingly said.

I cleared my throat. "Thank you for saving my life," I said, smiling. He laughed and flexed semi-muscular arms.

"It's what I do. I like saving gorgeous girls. It gets me a reward after," he laughed again and ran a hand through his tresses. I stared at his care-freeness. I kind of wished I could live like that. Not really caring if there was a problem, just living life at whatever angle it threw at me.

It took me a minute to catch what he just said. Gorgeous. I scoffed. "It must be your first time then," I said to him. His eyes laced with confusion.

"I'm sorry?"

"I am no where near gorgeous. So screw the reward, go home. Thanks again." I turned to walk away, but his large hand grabbed a hold of my small one. I stared at our joined hands, feeling the heat radiating off of him. I felt fuzzy inside.

"You don't see yourself clearly. But anyways, no kisses?" He pouted, sticking out his lower lip. I shook my head and stared into his large eyes.

The mystery man let go of my hand and shrugged, walking away. "Wait!" I called out before he left me. He turned around and cocked an eyebrow. "When. . .when will I see you again?" Mystery Boy smirked.

"You like me," he clarified. I blushed and bit at my lip.

"I do not!"

"Yes, you like me. Pretty Girl likes me! Pretty Girl likes me!" he chanted, running around my shaking and embarrassed form.

"Shut. Up. I do not like you," I gritted through my teeth. He stopped in his tracks and leaned down to my face, his lips an inch away from mine.

"Say it then," his sweet breath fanned my face. "Go on ahead and say to my face that you don't like me. Can you do that? Look me in the eyes and not lie?" he asked. Fuck. It was like he knew me too well. And we were standing right in the light now, so he could see my blush if I lied. I was doomed. But I took the risk. I lied.

"I don't like you," I said softly, staring into his irises. He looked down to my soul and I suppose was satisfied with what he saw. I praised the fact that I didn't blush once. He pulled away and smiled.

"I believe you," he said.

"Good."

"As to when we'll meet again? Hm. . .have you ever watched porn?" My jaw dropped and I stared at him with wide eyes. "Search in the name Drawde Nelluc. Then, you'll be able to see me." He grinned, tooth and all before walking back into the dark alley. I was still staring after him. "Oh!" he shouted, turning back, "and I have to hand it to you, if I ever needed a sex partner, I'd totally want you."

Then he was gone.

And I was soon on my way to re-search about Drawde Nelluc, the possibly porn star.

A/N: Several reasons as to why I didn't want AHEM's real name out there, will be clarified in the next chapter. I'm clearly having fun because I finished this chapter at 1:52 am. Yeah, it's my little sweetheart so treat it nice. Ya'll know I'm a review whore, so leave me and my sweet-heart some lovin'. As for you crazy readers, or to whoever has guts to read bad writing (.) updates for this story will be on Sundays ONLY. I have too much to juggle, so yeah, this will be updated Sundays~ Thanks again to Tanya for cleaning it all up :D

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