This idea has been kind of hovering around for a bit now. I'm kind of writing my way through three different Twilight plots at present, this one happens to be my most developed. I have a beginning and ending and a pretty damn good idea of what goes on in the middle. So if you're game, stick with me here. If you aren't that's cool, I'm going to post what I've got anyway.

I feel I should warn that this story does contain a lot of very bad things. Underage drinking, sexual stuff, and a lot of drugs. This isn't a story intended to glorify any of those things, but rather a reverse of the typical "saving someone" from their bad ways situation I've seen a few other times. While I do enjoy the rehabilitation stories, I kind of pictured something different from the redemptive love story. This could get tough down the line for some to deal with given some of the situations the characters will get into, but I assure you I will warn you before anything particularly tricky situations.

Reviews are always welcome. If you have nothing kind or constructively worded then I ask that you keep those to yourself.

This is a disclaimer. I do not own anything but a car and a sweet TV so none of the recognizable characters or settings or plots or blah blah blah belong to me. I'm not making money off this, I'm just bored.

Chapter 1 - Revelry

The sky is dark and the street is lined with cars that glitter in the ugly orange glow of the streetlamp. Behind where I sit on the porch steps, some indeterminate genre of music thumps, drowning out the sounds of the swarms of teenagers inside the house.

Alice had thrown a fit when we got home from our concert to find that there was a full blown party raging in the house her parents had vacated for the weekend. She stormed into the house, I opted to wait outside while she went into the battle the masses up to her room to get a change of clothes so she could stay over at my house. As she marched in I only caught a bit of her angry muttering, something along the lines of "…not only is it stupid but it's incredibly cliché." Once she was inside not even the pounding music could drown out her shrieking.

"EMMETT, YOU IDIOT!" I heard her piercing scream echo down the street. The mental image of four foot ten Alice berating her six foot three older brother, Emmett, in front of his "guests" was enough to make my laugh. It wouldn't be the first time I'd seen the bearlike Emmett – who was amongst the elite of the school – get told off by his kid sister.

She'd been gone for nearly ten minutes and I figured she must have encountered something particularly unsavory going on in the house. I settled in for a long wait on the steps and tried to pass the time by star gazing the best I could in the shift of cloud cover. My efforts were quickly interrupted by a commotion behind the closed door of the house. There was a muffled argument barely audible over the party as it grew closer. I wasn't surprised when the door was thrown open rather suddenly, I didn't even flinch.

"Yeah well you're acting like a real jerk!" a girl called her voice dripping with blatant disgust. A dark figure stumbled out onto the porch beside me.

"Hey watch it, Newton!" the low voice growled. The voice itself was recognizable, it was the notorious voice that had pulled many a prank over the school's intercom over the years. I was instantly aware that I was in the presence of detention royalty, the king of lengthy suspension himself. Edward Cullen was dusting his sleeves off and looking to the door where a crowd of silhouetted people gathered. The warm glow of the light inside peeked between the group that slowly diminished shaking their heads and spilled across Edward's face and nearly blinded me. I squinted against the intensity of the light trying to recognize the onlookers, Lauren Mallory and Mike Newton stood in the forefront blocking the door.

"Get out of here and sober up, Cullen," Mike snapped at Edward before closing the door and plunging the porch into an instant darkness.

"I thought this was a party!" Edward shouted at the closed door then turned to lean against the column closest to him. He continued to mumble incoherently under his breath as he fumbled through his pockets until he produced a slightly mangled pack of cigarettes. I tried to ignore him as he clicked a lighter a few times until he managed to light the cigarette before he exhaled a curtain of smoke in my direction. I sighed in irritation and shifted myself away from the smell.

"What? Got a problem?" he challenged, his voice was trying just a bit too tough to sound threatening. As if I were expected to sit here and inhale the toxic smoke and be happy that he'd even bothered to breathe near me. Instead of answering I just shook my head slightly. I realized it was probably just a move that served to antagonize his "inner beast" but I couldn't have cared less. Sure he was two years older than me but he strutted around the school like he was some kind of nefarious mobster; there to strike fear and respect into our hearts. Whatever.

He was silent for a moment and I thought he was probably too drunk to play out his badass act for someone as beneath him as I so obviously was. Instead he was thinking. Always a bad sign with drunks.

"You're a sophomore right?" He asked catching me completely off guard for a minute, until I realized how he could have possibly known a single detail of my life which drifted in another galaxy far away from his. We had grown up in the same small town our whole lives so I shouldn't have been to shocked, I mean he was bound to have seen me around enough to recognize me as familiar. I was just thrown off because he'd actually acknowledged my existence and provided a fact about me in less than a minute. All while inebriated. I obviously hadn't given him enough credit before.

"Yep," was my only response. I kept my eyes trained on the slice of moon as it shifted behind wisps of dark clouds, providing them with an eerie backlit glow.

"Shouldn't you be inside getting wasted and letting some closer to sober senior guy like myself have his way with you? Like I just said, it is a party. No matter how lame its attendees are." I rolled my eyes. Edward Cullen; never lacking in class and sophistication.

"I don't drink," I replied simply, choosing to overlook the obvious fact that he was no where near sober. As distasteful as his behavior was I've never been one to be rude in response. Okay that's not exactly the truth, but I tried to avoid being aggressively mean to anyone unless they had it coming, which mean Edward had about two more repugnant comments before I'd get irritated and say something I shouldn't.

"That's stupid. Why not?" Another strike for the pompous ass. I wasn't sure if I could hold out for one more line like that. Instead of letting him have it I decided to answer with the truth. Well the simplified version of it anyway.

"If you must know my mom struggles with alcoholism." I finally turned my gaze back up to him as I spoke just to see his reaction. Maybe he'd shut up now. He took a slow drag off of his cigarette and exhaled as he spoke.

"So? My old man's an alcoholic. I don't let that stop me from enjoying myself." Given that my dad was often dragging his dad into jail, I was well aware of that fact. Hell, we'd all been well aware of it for years.

"Huh. You know alcoholism can be genetic right?" I asked eyeing him warily he had his eyes trained on the glowing end of his cigarette. He examined it closely and shrugged infinitesimally before taking another drag. Given the rate at which he was inhaling, I'd venture to say he's a chain smoker. "Besides if that's what you call enjoying yourself then you obviously have low standards." I was being rude and I knew it. I was expecting him to say something nasty in response but instead he let out a low chuckle his eyes still trained down.

"Do I now?" His tone was almost disinterested.

"Yes." I answered without hesitation. "There are more enjoyable things to do than get wasted and having meaningless sex." Crass but he'd be stupid to think no one noticed how he used girls and just tossed them aside without thinking twice.

"Is that so?" He said raising his eyes to mine eyebrows raised. There was apparent amusement dancing on his face. "Tell me, what 'enjoyable things' do you do in your spare time? Let me guess: reading, homework, maybe a trip to a PG movie with your church friends once a month?" I sucked in a breath at and squared my shoulders.

"No actually –" I was cut off by the door slamming open once more and both our heads snapped around to the glaring light where a redhead I didn't recognize stood.

"There you are Eddie! I thought you might have left without me," Edward dropped his cigarette to the ground and ground it into the porch while flashing a smile at the girl. She was taken in easily by his so called 'mischievous charm' as I'd heard girls at school refer to it. She sauntered across the porch and ran a hand over his shoulders. Her voice was almost a desperate purr as she spoke again, completely oblivious to my presence. "I heard they eighty-sixed you over something stupid. This party was lame anyway. Why don't we get out of here, hmm? Just you and me."

I could help the small gagging gesture I made. It never failed to surprise me that these girls could spend so much time in the same environment and throw themselves at him again and again while he continued to throw women back on the curb and a consistent rate. I felt eyes on me and turned to look back up at the sickening site only to see Edward looking down at me, a quizzical look on his face. I just shrugged and looked away trying to keep the appearance of shock off my own face. I was pretty sure he was wasted; how on earth was he managing to be so observant?

Thankfully the girl began whispering to him and the sound of music swallowed her words. I was so focused on trying to focus on the constellations again that I wasn't away they moved until I head the soft clicking of her heels as they stepped off the porch.

"See you around…kid," The sound of his voice drifted back to me leaving no doubt in my mind that he had no idea what my name was.

"I have a name." I muttered knowing he wouldn't hear it. "It's Bella. Nice to meet you too, loser."

Behind me the door opened once more. I didn't bother to look. It was hardly necessary for me to watch a parade of the Forks High Schools elite in various stages of intoxication.

"Sorry that took so long, Bella." Alice's apologetic voice took me by surprise. "You wouldn't believe what I just found going on in my room. A some redheaded bimbo doing unspeakable things to a guy who looked way too old to go to our school. I'm wondering if my genius of a brother advertised this little high school shindig in the slums of Seattle."

I smirked. If it was the same redhead that had just seen Edward leaving with then it served him right.

"Did I miss anything incredibly exciting out here on the frigid abandoned porch?" She was standing at my side now offering me her hand to help me stand up. I accepted and for a minute I thought about telling her about the run in with the infamous Edward Cullen and said redhead but I'm sure she would have perceived my behavior toward him was flirting, as she was prone to do with any of my interactions with members of the opposite sex, so I skipped it.

"Well I did three perfect keg stands in a row and I'm still okay to drive," I grinned at her and she just rolled her eyes in response.

"Yeah right, like you'd ever have anything to do with those people in there."

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