EDWARD'S POV
"Fuck, that's hot." I whispered as I watched the slag with purple hair practically slither down the metal pole in front of me. She threw her hair back, bringing my attention to her neck, covered in perspire. She shook her head, like a rockstar, breathing in ragged breaths. She smeared the sweat just above her breasts, looking me in the eye and licking around the pole. I smirked at her, taking a sip of my vodka. This was the newest bitch hired, and I got a taste of her first. Or at least I was going to get a taste of her.
I just fucken love being a millionaire. It can get you anywhere and anything you want. I had the looks, the brains, and the cash. Who the hell needs love and affection and crap, when you can get a taste of every girl? I'll tell you who, no brainers. That's who. I mean, seriously. What person in their right mind would give away the ability to tap every girl they can for love? Love is only something that'll keep you from freedom. On lockdown. So, if you all enjoy freedom, throw your love away.
And yes, I'm a total dick like that.
I was getting harder every second. She's not so bad, though the purple in her hair made it go on otherwise. She looked kinda like some Halloween hooker. Weird. Just then, my phone vibrated, in my pocket. Making me harder.
"What do you want?" I whispered harshly into the poor electronic device.
"Hey, Edward! You at your bar again? Damn, are you partying before the first day of school?" Emmett all but yelled.
"Calm your shit down man. Look, you guys can come over if you want. Just don't mess any shit up." I flipped my phone shut, not waiting for any answer. I knew them well enough. They would come by in a flash if they wanted in, but they wouldn't bother if they weren't in the mood.
I took another refreshing gulp of my drink. God, I love being a millionaire. I own a fucken bar for heaven's sake. Now, tell me, I'm a millionaire man, with good looks, a bar, and every girl wrapped around my finger. Who wouldn't want to spend some time with me, or be jealous of me?
-:-
"Dude, you do realize we'll be waking up with a hangover right?" Jasper yelled over the music.
"Who cares? This is probably our last day to let loose, why waste it?" Emmett boomed.
I just nodded, getting a little tipsy. I think one more drink would be fine before I bed a girl. Purple seems nice, and she's new. So why waste it?
(25 Minutes Later)
Ow! My head bumped into something hard and cold. "That's got to hurt." I slurred rubbing my head. I know I said one more drink, guess I don't have as much self-control as I give myself credit for. I'll bed a girl some other night. I need to drink like there's no tomorrow. Technically, there is no tomorrow. I'm not allowed to drink on school days for no occasion. And being new, I have to make a good impression. How else am I gonna suck up?
I never liked the idea of moving from Alaska. The only good side to this is that my buds are coming with me. We're like brothers, sure there are times when we fight and stuff. But we keep each others feet on the ground. If we never had each others backs, we wouldn't have our sanity with us. Bros over hoes. It was always that way.
Emmett kept us laughing and in a buoyant mood. Always optimistic. Jasper kept us calm; he kept us from killing the living brains out of our rivals. Also optimistic. While me, I was the down-to-earth one. I fought for their reputation. I fought for our opinions; I did whatever possible for our posse. At least that's what we say. While they kept each other and my feet on the ground, I kept us from sinking all the way through the ground. Jasper is probably the most mature and responsible guy between us three. Emmett is the most approachable. While I'm probably the wisest. I don't trust people much; I always put them through tests. I don't believe so easily. I know every trick possible. Trust me, I'm a sneak, I've used every trick known to mankind.
-:-
(Beep, Beep, Beep)
"Make it stop!" I yelled, bad move. I winced from the pressure it brought to my head.
My head was pounding so hard I thought it would break through my skull. I reached my right hand out, knocking something down. It made a loud sound of glass breaking into a billion pieces. "Shit." I whispered in irritation.
Sitting up right, slowly, I looked around for any sign of my stupid alarm. I found it at the foot of my bed. I slammed the snooze button with the heel of my left foot. Finally, silence.
The door burst open. In came a happy Emmett and calm Jasper.
"How'd I get home?" I put my hand to my throbbing head.
"We were smart enough not to drink too much. It's time for school" Emmett sang merrily. I don't know how he does it. I had to give him credit; it's hard to stay happy every time. Especially after a hangover.
"Here." Jasper popped me an aspirin, which I failed to catch in my painful state. I scrambled around for the damned pill and shoved it down my throat. i put my hea down to rest a bit.
"How long 'till school?" my voice muffled by my comforter.
"In an hour." The replied in unison.
"And you woke me up this early because?" I said, still not looking at them.
"So you could get ready, you don't want to make a bad impression now do you?" I just nodded in reply. Couldn't argue with that.
I got up and went straight for the shower. I sighed; this was going to be a very long first day.
BELLA'S POV
"Your kind just doesn't fit in. please grasp that. Therefore, you have no right whatsoever to talk to any of us that way. Got it?" I rolled my eyes at her stupid 'speech'. Jessica could never sound smart, no matter how hard she tries, she'll end up sounding stupid all over again. No use.
They walked past me, bumping me by the shoulders intentionally. I rolled my eyes once again, closing my locker door, only to come face-to-face with Goldie locks and a pixie.
I sighed and turned around, Alice and Rosalie trailing after me.
"Why do you let them keep doing that to you?" Rosalie asked, catching up to my left. I shrugged. Honestly, I never knew why I let them pick on me. I mean, there are a lot of comebacks I have for their words, but when it came to saying them out loud, I was mute. I have so many remarks to say, just waiting to fly out of my mouth. I don't need to voice them, I'll just stutter and sound like a nervous, intimidated moron instead. As if I wasn't enough of a laughingstock for them.
Alice sighed and raced up to my right, "Doesn't it ever make you feel like doing a rebel yell?" I looked at her questioningly. "Okay, maybe it will, but Bella, c'mon. You can't keep letting them step on you and not do anything about it. At all!" she threw her arms in the air, exaggerating.
Now it was my turn to sigh, "Alice, I don't have guts of steel you know. I don't have it in me to just sass them."
They shook there heads, clearly disappointed in my confidence. Or lack there of.
I stopped walking by now. I turned around to face them. "Look, even if I was confident enough to say it, what do I have to be so confident about? I'm not rich, pretty, nor popular. So what does that leave me with? Nothing, what do I have to indulge? Nothing, even if it kills me to admit it, I'll do it anyway. I'm jealous. Of them, of you guys, of everyone. They have everything they could possibly want, but me, wishing is probably the farthest I could go."
Alice shook her head in disagreement. Rosalie put her hand on my shoulder. "Bella, you have a lot to be proud of! You're a strong person. You put up with crap everyday. And you have a lot to indulge and nothing to be jealous of. You are talented! The only reason why you're not popular is because it would be useless. You would turn down popularity the minute it was offered to you. You're too modest for your own good."
"Not just that Rose. Bella, you're smart. You're smarter than those bimbos. You're in advance class for heaven's sake. And you are gorgeous. You just like covering it up with that disgrace you call clothes. You don't need money to hold everything." Alice scolded.
I laughed a bit at that. They always knew how to make things better. Always so sure, things will end up fine. I loved my friends. Alice was always so hyper and happy that you can't help but be affected by that. It's contagious. Rosalie was the strongest of the group. She kept our act together, no signs of weakness whatsoever. And I was probably the unworthy one of the group. I don't know how they put up with me, but I don't deserve friends like them. Though between the group, I was the most reasonable.
"Whatever. I'll see you guys in class alright?" I started my way again, waving a bit in their direction.
"Sure" Rose called.
"Oh wait," Alice just had to yell, "Did you hear? There are new students today. They're supposed to be guys, our age. Three of them!" she squealed in obvious excitement.
I rolled my eyes and continued on walking; pretending as if I never heard her. Me and my negativity. I can't justify why we get along so well. We were all so different. Complete opposites, and yet something about the three of us clicked. The moment we all bumped into each other at the same time looking for our homeroom on the first day. Freshman year, it ended up that we had the same homeroom. We were inseparable since then.
I shook my head and chuckled silently to myself at the memory. We were each others half. We're like a damn package deal. You pick on me, you're picking on them. You compliment Rosalie, you're complimenting us all. You ask a favor of Alice, you're asking a favor from us all. We're like triplets at time. We feel each others emotions, we think exactly the same things, - on rare occasions-, and we know what's best for each other.
Some things we'll just never know. And maybe it's better that way. Why waste your time looking for the answers or reasons, when you could just be happy and thankful for what you've received? It's good how some things bad turn out to be good. The beauty of grace is that it makes life unfair. Sometimes it's good. Sometimes it's bad. Either way, there's always going to be a new twist in your story.
(A/N): Yeah, so... Like the new story? If you do then, you probably know the drill.
Oh, and I have a favor to ask, aside from review, tell me which ones of my stories you liked best.
It could be some of the ones I've deleted. Or the ones I still have.
Unlove You,
Highschool Cliques,
The Millionaire Beggar (This one)
Tell me your choice in review. I don't have the time to put up polls and stuff. Reviews make you as happy as meeting the Twilight cast!
