Author's Note: Well hello there, again! So, this will be my first non-one-shot fic so I really want to make it a good one. Budding fictionists such as myself need to step out of the box once in a while and this is exactly what I plan to do, alrighty? Okaii :) So! Without further ado. . .

Rated M for a reason! Lemons galore. . . in later chapters.

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This was pain. It felt as if I were being pummeled wave after wave with a deafening siren of of some sort. I wanted to move my lips, to tell them to communicate what fleeting thought I was having out loud! But I could barely so much as blink. As the ringing in my ears became louder, my ability to move went out the window. I was going to die.

"Alice, will you shut the hell up already, you damn banshee!"

Dear God, it stopped!

My lungs released a breath I didn't know I was holding in and my forehead made impact with the solid desk I was sitting in. It didn't hurt in the least.

"Look what you did to poor Bella," Rose admonished, rubbing my back with rough strokes. This was more likely than not how she pet animals.

"Whoopsies. Sorry, Bells," Alice chirped, still bouncing up and down next to me. "I'm excited now, though! Can you blame me?"

"Yes," I croaked. "I can. And when I can once again hear out of my left ear I will give you a few reasons why."

"Maybe it would have been a better idea to tell her after class, hmm, Bells?"

"It was your idea to tell her now, Rose. I was just following you. I shouldn't have been the victim in this!" I lifted my head from the desk and rubbed my temples. I had one hell of a migraine.

"Oh, you guys know how much I've been dying to go," Alice began, clasping her hands in front of her and looking to the ceiling with glassy gray eyes. "All six of us out in the fresh mountain air. . . " I did what was probably best for my sake and hers-I tuned the bitch out.

It was at that exact moment that the boys Alice had aforementioned decided to stroll in. From what I could see out of the corner of my eye, my jaw was not the only one to have dropped a bit.

I eyed Mason like my life depended on it. It seemed to go against some rule of nature somewhere for any one man to look so damn edible. He was gorgeous, his body was gorgeous, and the fantasy that I'd just had where we fucked bare-back on top of Banner's desk was gorgeous, too. He made my eyes water.

I drunk him in from head to toe as he weaved his way through desks to get to us, the lean build of his body twisting this way and that, granting me view of muscles, abs, and ass. Beautiful. The way he gripped some of the desks on his way over made the tendons in his hands and arms pop out, too; I drooled, but just a tad. My eyes wandered to his crotch and I was instantly glued. Mason was fully packing! It looked like there was a whole German sausage stuffed in his Levi's! No. No German Sausage in there. That's all American, sweetheart.

I licked my now dry lips and lifted my gaze to my favorite part of him: his face. All perfection. That wide, sharp jaw, the long, straight nose, those soft, almost pillow-like lips, and finally, finally, that perfect head of coppery-bronze hair that complimented those melting grassy-green eyes of his.

And cue the flood gates.

". . . gathered around a fire singing 'Kumbaya'!"

"Alice! Shut the hell up, woman!" Emmett boomed.

I snapped my mouth shut and turned my head toward the windows, deftly wiping away the saliva that had accumulated in the corner of my mouth.

Jasper ran up behind Emmett and popped him in the back of the head before running past Alice, placing a kiss on her cheek and grabbing the seat behind her. "Watch yer damn mouth when addressing the little lady, McCarty," Jasper drawled. At one point, like when I first met him, I thought he faked the accent. Now that shit was just adorable to me.

I saw Emmett's face turn red for a whole second before he barked out a laugh that rivaled a pirate's. "Damn you're whipped, Whitlock!"

"You come in here laughing and shit and you don't even acknowledge me?" Yeah, that came out as a snarl.

"Oh, shit." Emmett then scooped Rose out of her seat into his arms, showering her face with wet sloppy kisses. That's just wrong in a learning environment. "I'm sorry, Rosey Butt! Never again!"

Alice and Jasper were tittering their asses off, and, admittably, I through a quick laugh in myself. Rose the Bear Tamer.

"Shut the hell up! It takes a real man to show that kind of affection," he said, and flexed his biceps for all to see. I was sick of looking at them.

"Anyway, what the hell was Alice going on about when we came in?"

Holy Cheese, I forgot about that. . .

Alice bounced and giggled and bounced some more. We needed to cut her happy ass off of caffeine.

"Guess what!" she chirped.

"What?" I almost soaked my fucking pants. I didn't even see Edward sit himself behind me, and now, his warm, intoxicating breath was swirling in my ear. When the hell did he get so close?

"We're going camping!" she burst, throwing her arm around Jasper's neck and putting him in a headlock. From the way he was turning red I could only guess that the little pixie was packing strength.

"Hell yeah!" Emmett cheered.

"Yay. . . " Poor Jasper was choking now.

Where the hell was Banner? Wasn't he supposed to be teaching right now? What the hell kind of class was this!

"I'm game," said the beautiful voice behind me. Great.

I groaned and let my head hit the desk. That shit hurt this time, dammit.

I hated camping trips. Especially with these bastards. Alice and Rose thought it would be a "kick ass idea" to go camping for Winter Recess. In what universe did I look like I wanted to camp—in the winter might I add!—on the one week that I had to myself. But, alas, when Rose reminded me that Edward was attending my decision did a complete 180. I would go on a rampage ball-chopping if only to spend a night with that man.

"Aww, what's wrong, Swan? Afraid of the Olympian Yeti?" Mason teased.

Oh no that mother. . .

I sat straight up in my seat and looked that sexy bastard dead in the eye. "Nope. I'm game if you are. In fact. . . "

Alright, Swan. Shut your damn mouth now!

". . . how about we share a tent, Mason? You and me. Unless the idea of sleeping with a women makes your dick soft?"

From my peripheral I saw Rose and Alice's eyes widen a bit.

No. No! No, no, no, no!

His eyes hardened and a wicked smile graced his lips.

"Bet," he muttered.

"Bet," I breathed.

We shook on it, and just that platonic contact made my panties moist.

Holy Cheese, Swan. What he fuck did you just get yourself into?

Author's Note: Okay! What do you think? Reviews, please? Anyone? Please contain yourselves flamers :/