A/N This story was inspired by the song 'Homewrecker' byGretchen Wilson but even if you haven't heard the song, you can still understand the story...
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Warning: this story is rated M for language and sexual themes so if either offend you...Don't read, simple! :)
Chapter one
...Lauren...
I stared at the school. Boarding school. My Dad's way of sorting out his rebellious daughter. More like hiding her fuck ups.
It wasn't unappealing - the building - it looked more like a hunting lodge or an old fashioned mansion with extensions that were only just recognisable than an actual school.
But - it was in the middle of nowhere surrounded by fields and cows and trees. Ugh!
I sighed heavily, this is so not how I had planned to spend my senior year.
I wanted my old friends, my credit cards and my shopping sprees and a school I could leave at the end of the day. But instead I was here. Still, it held opportunity, a girl could make her name at a place like this, at least here there was no Jane Volturi to get in my way.
Lifting my chin confidently and swaying my hips, I entered the building.
It was a school for 'exceptionally gifted' students as the brochure had dictated. I idly wondered how my Dad had managed to get me in, surely the standards were nearly impossible to meet. I was thinking along the lines of him fucking the head.
"Lauren? Lauren Malleroy?" an irritating voice called out my name, I turned on my stiletto to face it, my face on automatic blankness (but still gorgeous in every way).
"Yeah?" I sighed.
"I am Miss Denali, the Principle of the girls half of Cullen Academy." I examined the woman before me.
She was tall, her hair long and black, her dark eyes contrasting her pale skin. She wasn't as stunning as me, I'd modelled since I was three, I had been praised for my looks my entire life. But she was pretty enough that the probability of my dad having screwed her went from a likely possibility to a definite positive.
Ggood to know," I sneered. 'Just because my dads dick took a liking to you does not mean I have to'.
"Well, if you'll come with me I'll get you your timetable and information and then I'll get a student to take you to your room." She turned - elegantly I'll admit - and encouraged me to follow her with a qick gesture, down a corridor, to the right.
The walls were lined with a dark, most likely highly expensive, oak, the lights yellowish and far too dim, the sole decorationa were large paintings in ancient gold frames.
This wasn't a school, it was something from the history channel that my second half brother liked to watch.
She instructed me to stop whilst she entered a room through an arched doorway.
I swore at her back.
"If she catches you doing that, you'll regret it, I speak from experience." Though it took me by surprise I refused to jump, instead I turned to glare at the boy behind me.
Fuck!
Not a boy, oh no, that hulk was all man.
I stared at him, my eyes taking in his muscles and his large frame and his brown eyes and his dark, curly hair. My girly parts were having a party.
I react on instinct, flipping my thick dark hair over my shoulder and smiling at him brightly, yep, I knew my way around flirting. "Really, and your name would be?" my voice was all sex.
"This is Emmett McCartey, sports and supposedly maths, when he feels like it." Replied miss Denali who id so convieniently reappeared beside me.
"Hey, prof D." he said smiling and saluting her easily, dimples forming in his cheeks.
Fuck. Me. Now.
Before I cold throw myself at him though, the Proffesser spoke with an irritating fondness "Mister McCartey, is your sister about?"
"Nah, it's Sunday, she's shopping." he replied, that panty dropping smile still on this face," why?"
"I need someone to show Lauren here to her room." she passed me the mile high stack of papers in her hands, coninuing with he speach, but the rest was clearly for me, "your belongings have already been taken to your dorm and this is everything you need to know about the school, your timetable, extracurriculars and the rules - I'm sure you get the picture. Now you just need to get to your room..." No shit.
Fingers crossed I turned to Emmett with a small smile, "why can't Emmett here show me?" I interjected, wanting nothing more than to be with him in a room with a bed. Alone.
"Boys aren't allowed to the girls dorms." Emmett answered quickly. Something in his voice told me that rule was frequently broken, and I damn well planed an getting him to break it for me. The proffesser nodded her approval and I rolled my eyes.
Emmett turned thoughtful and stretched his neck to look down the corridor and I became distracted by the muscles tensing beneath his skin, "hold on a sec." he said, jogging off down the corridor and round the corner. My eyes zeroed In on the ass of a god and shuddered.
"Oi! Nessie!" he yelled once out of sight.
There was a female shout of surprise followed by a male laugh that ruined my panties.
"Emmett, put me down, I mean it! Emmett!" he marched down the corridor towards us, a petite copper haired girl flung over his shoulder - what I wouldn't give to switch places with her. "Just because your bored - honestly Em, one weekend, you can't even do one little weekend?"
He dropped her down in front of me the most adorable pout on his face, "can too! Prof. D. just needed a girl. And I, obviously, am not a girl." he argued, a deep chuckle rumbled in his throat, I wanted to fuck him right there.
The girl turned away from him with a grimace and looked to me, her green eyes widened breifly before blinking and coming back.
She had that girlish beauty that I often heard people refer to as radiance, bullshit, those type of girls were just to innocent to be called gorgeous or sexy.
"Hi I'm Renesmee Mason, art." she sang, her face pulled into a bright smile, ugh, I hated chirpy people.
"Lauren Malleroy." I replied cooly.
They both looked at me their expressions told me that they were waiting for me to continue. I frowned.
"What?" I asked defensively.
"What's your talent?" Emmett asked. Dad had left that off the list of things I needed to know about the new school.
"Um I d-"
"Voice and dance." miss Denali classified.
A wave of relief rolled through me. Thank god my Dad hadn't selected something acedemic. I could sing all right, I'd considered record deals before, so I knew I had that talent in the bag, no problem. As for the dancing...I'd taken ballet and tap as a girl, and I could shake my body like no one else at a party, so I guess I could see the reason behind the second choice. I nodded, a smile on my face. "yeah, those are my talents." I boasted, another flick of my hair to seal the deal.
Emmett winced then let out a whistle, "well they're quite the combo." he commented.
"Uh-hu." agreed ren-whatever.
"You like girls who can dance?" I practically purred, ignoring little miss chirpy, the sultriness in my voice as subtle as a fog horn.
A secretive smile spread across his face, "you have no idea," he said, a gleam in his eyes that I took as meaning 'I want you'. I smiled back. But ren-whatever's laugh shattered the sexual tension that I'm sure was obvious to her, jealous bitch.
"Smooth, 'No idea', Em? Really? Excuse the oaf, where's her dorm Miss?" she asked, turning her atention to the woman who I'd forgotten was still there.
"She's next door to Miss Hale."
There was an uncomfortable silence for a few moments and I felt like I was missing something.
"Well shit." Emmett muttered under his breath, scratching the back of his head. Ren-whatever snapped out of her daze.
"Okay, come on Lauren let's get you settled - Em?" she turned to the panty wetting adonis, "Pick me up again and I'll sign you up for nude modelling for the art students." Jesus, hell yes and I'll help.
"Ha! Like she'd let me do that!" he joked.
"She?" I asked as ren-whatever dragged me away from my future screw. She laughed, "his mother" her tone was by no means serious so I took it as some inside joke and decided to not let his 'mother' bother me - maybe they were on about his sister, the one that was shopping?
We walked up a wide staircase, taking a swerve to the right. "Kay, so, this is the girls corridor, we each get our own room, but we all share the large bathroom. By the way the rooms are not very big so don't pull an Alice and buy too much stuff because unless you have connections here there is just no way you'll be able to store it." she tapped on a door as we passed it, "this is me, if you need anything, that's number fifteen, opposite me is Bella Swan, writing. Then next door to her... Blah blah blah blah blah blah 'I'm so chirpy and positive and oh my god well be bff's and everything blah blah blah... Emmett's sister by the way,"
My head snapped up the question popping from my mouth without thought. "Who?"
"Alice McCartey, textiles and design, the one I was telling you about. Honestly... And here... is you. Number thirty one." She stopped tapping the door as if it was some magic trick that she'd walked me down a corridor.
"Thanks."
Awkward pause.
"Did you send your luggage here?"
"Yeah."
Another awkward pause.
"Then it should be inside, so...I'll leave you in peace, then. Dinners at seven, do you want me to come get you? Me and Bella will be heading down early to meet up with the guys you're welcome to join."
"Emmett going to be there?"
She looked at me uncertainly, "yeah..." she answered hesitantly but I wasn't really bothered, I just smiled fanfuckingtastic! But she suddenly carried on, her voice the same tone my Dad used when he told me to be careful at a party or to watch out for strangers. "look, I - "
I cut her off quickly, "need to unpack if I'm going to be ready for seven."
She smiled sweetly but her eyes were still worried, "alright, see you later then."
I nodded, glaring at her retreating form.
Hate.
Her.
...Bella...
My door opened and closed loudly, followed by a long drawn out sigh and the squeak of the bed springs.
"Hey Ness." I said, my hand moving furiously over the page, creating scenes of battle and heroes and princesses.
"Hey...just met the new girl." her voice was so full that it held a thousand unspoken words, as always, Nessie was one of the most expressive people I had ever met.
Carefully, I placed my notepad and lucky pen on my desk before swivelling my desk chair.
I looked over at her spread out on my bed, pushing my brown hair out of my eyes and behind my ears. "What talent?" I could use another girl to be an exceptional writer - I can't take the pressure. The old chair creaked as I lent backwards to get comfy.
Nessie rolled to face me, curling her knees to her chest, an obvius sign of frustration. "Trust me, I don't think you'd want her in your class, she's a Victoria, only with more attitude- if thats even possible. You should have seen the way she eye fucked emmett."
I raised my eyebrows, "that bad? you usually give it some time before you make assessments." Nessie was a very generous person, both physically and emotionally. She never lacked kindness for anyone unless she believed they deserved it, with that thought at the front of my mind I had to wonder - what was so bad about this girl?
"Bad. But I suppose come tomorrow she's dead anyways." she chuckled sitting up and ruffling her hair. I laughed, understanding her meaning instantly. No one laid eyes on Em unless they had a death scentence. "
I forgot, how is Em coping?" Ness swung her legs over the side of the bed, she was nearly as active as Alice, both girls were constantly in motion, I assumed it had something to do with their talents. Mine, on the other hand, meant I was more the observer than the do-er.
"Oh, he seems okay but I'm pretty sure he's counting the minutes."
I smiled, "well you've seen them together, they're so...intense, I'm not surprised really."
She rolled her eyes. "They're not your characters Bells"
I raised an eyebrow at the challenge " 'Johnson and his girl.' "
Her mouth fell open, "No way! You fashioned those characters on Em and Rose!"
My story about the unconditional love between the cowboy and the cattle rancher's daughter had won me more awards than any other piece. It was one of my favourite works. "mmhmm-but you can't tell them!"
"Oh my god," she laughed before continuing thoughtfully, "you know what the weird thing is? Now I know I just appreciate the story more because its real."
I blushed wanting quickly to change the subject. I loved to write, I just didn't love to share it. "Thanks, now, how long till diner?"
"Thirty." she responded bouncing up and heading to the door, no doubt heading to call Jake.
I nodded, retrieving my pad, clicking my pen, I re-entered the tale of the brunette damsel and her green eyed copper haired knight with a longing sigh.
If only.
...Emmett...
"Hey! Emmett!"
I turned at the sound of Edwards voice, or as much as you could turn on a sofa. Edward walked towards me quickly, Ben on his tale.
"Yeah?" his freakish green eyes stared at me, scrutinising my face in that way only he did, you wouldn't think he and Nessie were twins.
"What time does she get back so we can have the real emmett here with us?" he asked, Jasper to my right chuckled.
"You mean the fully sexually satisfied emmett?" Jasper guffawed.
I punched him in the arm.
"Two am, can't even see her till tomorrow." I grumbled.
Edward frowned, "why don't you just go to her dorm, it's not like you're not there every night anyway."
I sighed, this had been my plan until the new girl decided to show up and be a cock block.
"The new girl moved into the dorm next to Rose's."
"And that's stopping you because?" Jasper drawled.
"Simple. We all know Rose is, well...loud, not that I'm complaining, I mean when she-"
"Emmett!" all three of them groaned.
"Sorry, you see, we have an agreement with Tanya. I tap on her door first and she goes to Maggie down the hall to get some loving and me and Rose are free to do what we want since no ones ever occupied the other side - till now."
They all nodded, there faces contemplative.
"What's she like, the new girl?" Ben asked.
"See for yourself, she's just over there," Nessie said, plopping down between me and Jasper.
Jasper let out a low appriciative whistle as he examined the girl walking next to Bella and Alice. I frowned and studied her in front of me.
She was hot I guess. Good figure, curvy and toned. Thick straight brown hair, shiny hazel eyes lined with long lashes. Tanned skin and full lips. I was a man, I could appriciate women.
But I preferred blondes.
Longed legged, violet eyed, sexy as hell, blonde.
Oh yeah.
I can picture her perfectly: her smile that was just for me, her seductive voice that whispered in my ear that she needed me now, the glint in her eyes as she pulled me to her...
Shit.
This is so not the time to get a hard in over your currently absent girlfriend.
I shifted uncomfortably thinking hard about the trigonometry homework I had been doing earlier.
Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!
Shifting again I caught Tanya walking into the common room, Kate on her left.
Thank God.
As she strolled through the room She met my eyes and I silently beckoned her to come here.
Confused, she came over, pursuading Kate to follow.
Rose, Kate and Tanya were best friends and without their approval Rose would probably not be mine, so I owed them both. But in the time I'd been Rose's we'd developed a mutual respect for one another to the point where they were on my friend list right next to Nessie and Bella.
Furthermore, because of Tanya's bloody fucking fantastic nightly regime, she was one of my most faviourite people. And we understood one another very well. to the point where, on occasion, she would be my Rose substitute - not in a sex way, hell nah. She would simply cover for me if I was lateor stop me doing stupid stunts when I was drunk or...other things. Like now.
When she gopt close enough, I quickly pulled her into my lap, her eyes widened as she understood the situation.
Stifling a laugh she dutifully moved to cover up my problem. Things like this, stuff Rose should be here to do...Fuck I missed my girl.
Some guys might find having a girl as fit as Tanya on their laps would only worsen their situation, but I didn't have that problem, for three reasons.
One, Tanya didn't play for my team, so it would be like finding another guy fit, and I was straight, one hundred percent, and my mind was well aware of that.
Two, she was Rose's best friend and I didn't want to be castrated, so I was hyper aware of the necessity to not have any reaction to Tanya.
And three, my dick belonged to and wanted one girl and one girl only, and that girl was Rose.
Composing herself, she looked for a distraction, "Who's this?" Tanya inquired, looking at Lauren who Looked back with a hostile expression.
"Oh this is Lauren Malleroy, voice and dance." I clarified Since she didn't seem to want to.
"Hi I'm Tanya Morgan, just dance, and this," she continued indicating Kate, "is Kate Linton, voice and combat - believe it or not." Kate nodded her hello.
"And I'm Jasper Whitlock, combat." Jasper continued with the introductions. "This is Benjamin Lewis, maths, and this is Edward Mason, science."
As jasper finished there was a disturbance as maggie pushed her way into the group her blue eyes on me, "unhand her emmett!" she declared in an oldern-time accent.
Mimicking her I replied, "nay, Maggie, you must irst come forth and duel for the maiden!"
Giggling and completely in her element she stepped closer, "I shall win fair lady with naughtbut this..." then she smiled shyly and leant down to kiss Tanya. But hell I wasn't prepared for the kiss to be well...a full on tongues out, passionate kiss - right in front of everyone, Damn I wish Rose were here.
"You're lasbians!" Interrupted Lauren an element of relief plain in her voice.
Maggie, by far the shier of the two girls, ironic considering her talent, blushed and recoiled.
"Um, Hi...I er didn't see you there. I'm maggie carter, drama." she stumbled over the scentence her face heating more and more untill she dropped her head and her curls hid her away.
I felt Tanya move on instinct, glad I was soft but I knew it wouldn't have mattered either way as she got off my lap to come to her partner's defence.
"No need to say it like that, alright? We're not some weird inhuman species, we just don't get all hot and bothered at the sight of some guys dick, got it?" she snapped, taking maggie's hand and dragging her from the room.
"she'll be alright, Tanya's just a very protective person." Jasper said his face serene.
Lauren looked back at him, a sweet, innocent smile gracing her face. "Thanks for the reassurance, it just took me by surprise. I've never met anyone who was before and neither tanya or -Maggie was it? - looked the type. "
"Moving on..." Alice said, moving to stand in front of Jasper, effectively blocking his view of Lauren. He frowned at her. "Would you let me use your room to put some of my shoes in?" she asked. I snickered.
"No!" He yelled.
"Please..." she pouted her eyes big and wide- he was a gonor. it was the same expression she used to get us all to agree to it - even Rose. Every single one of us had some of her wardrobe stashed in our rooms.
"fine." he sighed.
"Yay! I'll bring it down after dinner."
"It?" Ben caught on faster than the rest of us.
"The box." she shrugged.
"Box!" shouted Jasper.
"Uh-hu, come on time for dinner, lets go!" she called skipping off.
I smiled and shook my head.
But my mind was focused on the clock.
Soon.
She'd be back soon.
...Lauren...
I watched Emmett stand up and stretch, his T-shirt riding up to show skin.
Soon.
I'd have him soon.
Hmmm well that's the first chapter...wonder what will happen when Rose makes her grand appearance?
hehe :)
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