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Warning: Edward is still disgusting and he will be for a while. Sorry!
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I couldn't say no. How the fuck would I live it down if I didn't agree to Rose's challenge? It's not like I'm some heartless motherfucker with an attitude problem. There was a little tiny part of my brain that was screaming at me, saying, "Edward, you heartless motherfucker with an attitude problem. This is wrong." But then there was a really fucking big part of my brain that was screaming at me, saying, " Get that pussy Cullen! Get it! Make her forget about her little marriage pact!" Don't we live in a democracy? Majority rules, right? So that's how I decided this was a good idea. Oh, and I've always wanted to nail a virgin. My dick twitched when I thought about it. It's wrong, I guess. But it's supposed to be an irreplaceable feeling. Tight as a fucking drum. Who am I to pass up such an opportunity?
Emmett grunted beside me as he pushed the heavily weighted bar above his chest and towards the ceiling. I always thought of myself as pretty fucking strong, but Emmett takes the cake. I pulled my eyes away from the mirror in front of us, as I was watching myself to correct my form, and looked over. Two-hundred pound weights. Figures. He just couldn't do anything half assed. I looked to my other side at Jasper. His smirk gave him away. He thought Emmett was a complete tool for his body builder physique. Jasper and I returned to our respective reps, Jasper doing bicep curls and me using some contraption that made my chest as hard as a rock. Marble, really.
"I saw that little exchange, you cocksuckers. Just wait. We'll see who gets more ass with their muscles."
Jasper shook his head and grunted as he pushed himself harder. Fucking pacifist.
"I have a girlfriend, jackass, and so do you. Besides, Edward gets more ass than a toilet seat. And he's not jacked."
Emmett shrugged and forced out another set. I'm not sure why we went to the gym. I mean, obviously Emmett is a fucking nut, but I think Jasper and I just went along because we never really did anything on our own. A security blanket, maybe? No. I don't know. But we never did anything solo and so when Emmett told us he was going to the gym when we were 14, we just went because Emmett was going. It made sense. And ever since then, we've been going to the gym. And then when Jasper told us he was going to take Russian at an after-school language program, Emmett and I just went because Jasper was going.
OK, Jasper and I learned Russian. Emmett hit on the teacher's assistant.
I'm not sure if our parents intended on us being so inseparable, but they lost their sons once the tripod was formed. Nothing had ever come between us and I couldn't imagine anything that could. And then of course, Jasper liked what he saw once Ali started growing up, and she joined our clan. So we were a quad. Then Rosalie fucking Hale decided to sprout tits and an ass and there you go, we had ourselves a little five some.
"Speaking of asses... Edmund, don't you have some pussy to be chasing?"
I rolled my eyes and stood from the machine. Oh, that's right. Isabella Swan. Virgin extraordinaire. I sat down on some other contraption and began working on my calves. I have really nice fucking calves.
"Yeah, I'm getting there. It's Sunday. I can't just pop up at her house. I have to talk to her in class. It's an art form, you know, pussy chasing. You can't rush these things."
"Especially if this chick is a pain in the balls. Seriously, virgin 'till marriage? Christ on a fucking cracker. How does the guy know he wants to marry her without testing her out? Like a car. I wouldn't have gotten my SLK without trying it first."
Jasper's SLK is a nice fucking car. Just looking at it, I would know I didn't need to test the goods. This bitch, however, must not be very attractive if she could keep from getting her cherry popped. I thought about what he said. Fuck me. My mouth isn't the cleanest but sometimes Jasper can make my toes curl. And he's with my baby sister. Fucking figures.
"So then you'll actually go to Bio tomorrow?"
"Oh, yeah. Fuck. I don't even know where my book is. So I'll need yours."
"How do you manage to get straight A's if you don't go to class?"
"I show up for major tests and gets 100's. Like I said, an art form Jasper. Laurie usually hands in a copy of her homework with my name on it in exchange for a little oral, too. "
"It's Lauren. So you're a homework whore."
I thought about it as I straightened, then bent my knees, effectively lifting the weights with my calf muscles. I have really nice fucking calves.
"Yeah. I guess I am. Could be worse. Newton fucked for lunch money once."
A loud clang of metal then a dull thud let me know that Emmett had dropped his barbell and was now on the floor laughing. His guffaws resonated throughout the cement gym and it was causing the rest of the people in there to stare. Fucking figures.
"Listen, boys. You just wait and see how a man does it. I'm going to fuck her so hard she won't remember her own name. She'll be in a wheel chair for the rest of her life, and she'll be begging me for more. Just you wait and see."
Fuck. How the hell was I supposed to know who this Isabella Swan was? Oh, she sits next to me. I looked at the empty seat. Perfect. I decide to actually go to class and the bitch doesn't show. My attention was focused on the table corner I was scratching my name into via broken pen when I felt that a presence beside me. I looked up.
My fucking god, I shouldn't have done that. Why didn't anyone fucking tell me that Isabella Swan, AKA Virgin Extraordinaire, is a sex pot? I was staring, but I couldn't help it. I never knew jeans and a sweatshirt could make me want a girl so badly. Her legs stretched on forever and that waist...so tiny and delicate. And then her chest. My cock twitched. Her tits were perfect. Not too big, not too small, and the sweatshirt didn't hide any of it. I mentally kicked myself in the balls once I realized I had not once looked at her face. Fucking fuck. I shouldn't have done that either.
She was sitting so close. I wanted to touch her, make sure she was real. That heart shaped face, so perfectly innocent and untouched. Her gorgeous lips were so full, oddly uneven but perfect. Her little nose, almost cute, but still angular. And the last thing I saw were her eyes. That was my undoing. They were sort of wide set, huge like she'd seen a fucking ghost, and sparkling. Sparkling like fucking diamonds and I couldn't look away but I wanted to, I did. It was as if she was reaching into my chest and grabbing onto my heart.
When did plain brown eyes become so undeniably entrancing? And since when did Edward fucking Cullen get rendered speechless by a little girl with no makeup or stilettos. But all I wanted to do was run my fingers through her thick, chocolate, no. Not chocolate. Mahogany hair. It shined beneath the florescents and bounced around her slender shoulders with each breath.
And she just sat there, her books open and ready for today's lesson with a pencil resting in the crease of her book. Her arms were folded across her perfect
chest and those gorgeous lips were turned in a pout. Wait, a pout? A scowl. And her brow was furrowed. She was wrinkling her perfect little forehead! I had to say something, make her happy again. I could do that, right?
"Hiyou'rebeautiful!" Shit. "Fuck. I'm sorry."
I rolled my eyes at myself and turned in my seat. No doubt she didn't want to fucking look at me now. What the fuck was I doing? Why was I acting like some poor mother fucker that just got caught jizzing into a gym sock? Beautiful? I had never called a girl beautiful before, really because I never thought they were. My breathing was heavy and I couldn't look at her. I put my elbow up on the table and put my hand up to the side of my face, effectively hiding from her. I tried to calm down my breathing. No cigar. I sounded like I had fucking emphysema while sitting in a smoking lounge. Not good. Get it together, Cullen!
"Um, hi?"
What? I put my hand down and looked up. She spoke. The beautiful, perfect, gorgeous angel graced me with just two words, but regardless, I wanted to fuck her senseless. Rattle her teeth, make her tits bounce higher than her hair line, make sure she can't walk for two weeks. I would win this bet. If not for the money, then for my sanity because I would never stop fantasizing about her. Her eyebrows were now turned up in question and her plump lips were pursed together like she was giving the world a tiny kiss. Jesus Christ, when did I become such a fucking poet? And we locked eyes again. I couldn't help it.
"Isabella Swan. I'm Edward Cullen."
My breath whooshed out of me and I couldn't help but grin the biggest fucking grin she'd ever seen.
"Bella, please, and I know. You're supposed to be my partner, but I always have to do the work myself."
She sighed slightly and shook her head, but she didn't look angry. Maybe, sorry? Did she pity me? She couldn't think I was some lame assed mother fucker with no motivation or dreams, could she? Oh, I had dreams. And she was in them.
"I, uh, I know I should be here more often. I'm sorry you need to do the extra work. I'm going to be here every day from now on. I promise."
And she smiled. My fucking god, she smiled. In that moment I decided I would spend the rest of my life making everything right in her world, because she was my world. And I felt my heart twist and tear and quake in my chest and I just wanted to hold her. I had never felt so empty in my entire life. My arms felt bare and my skin was tingling. I could have cried. I needed to hold her so badly. I needed to feel her against my chest and taste her sweet breath. And I fucking smiled. I couldn't help it. She did things to me I never thought possible. And I had known her for exactly two minutes and six seconds. But she was so perfect. So fucking perfect. The smile left, though, and she looked tortured almost as she fought for words.
"Listen, Edward. I really need to do well in this class because I'm going to need a scholarship for college. So, could you just not come to class? It's easier for me because I can't really deal with your BS. I don't have the time or patience. I hate that I'm sounding like such a..a... I guess a bitch, but I really, really, really, need to do well. And I can't be held back. So please, just don't come. I've heard about you, Edward. I know what your priorities are and frankly, you disgust me."
She just nodded once and then looked forward at the teacher, whatever the fuck his name is. And in that moment, my world came crashing down. She was beating me up but she still sounded too sweet and innocent. Like she was reading a bedtime story to a child with cancer in a hospital, alone on Christmas Eve. What the fuck was I going to do?
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