annnnnd, i'm back (: sorry this took a while but...well it wasn't my fault, ha. anyway, this has been featured on the fictionators teaser monday! exciting, right?

and a reminder: this edward pov was written by the very talented Motherchucker9 and beta-ed by MissSCullen (:



All my life
I never thought someone could make me feel so good
Never thought that I could be so understood
Until I walk the same path as my baby
No more strife
My life is flowing as beautiful as it should
I quite of live this life forever if I could
So I can enjoy this blessing
New York City, Akon

Edward POV

I let my eyes shut completely, enjoying the quite pleasant post-fuck bliss by the random, unfuckingbelievably gorgeous drunk girl who just so happened to wander into my room. Life was fucking great. Classes haven't even started yet and I was already getting pussy. If only I was that lucky when I was a freshman.. shit. That's when it hit me.

I rapidly opened my eyes and practically jumped out of bed, almost toppling the fuck over from the fast movement. This was so not fucking happening. I quickly pulled on my jeans and T-shirt that were so carelessly thrown about the room and reached for my phone. I would so regret doing this but I knew that there was only one person I could trust.

After ten minutes of debating back and forth whether I should, I walked out on my balcony, dialled my sister's number and explained the whole situation. She continued to yell and scream at me; the high tenor of her voice making me cringe while I so carelessly rolled a blunt. Finally, after my sister was done with her endless ranting and my blunt was successfully lit, I quirked an eyebrow and snickered, before finally releasing "The Ultimate Weapon."

"I know it was entirely irresponsible of me and I should have been way more careful. But cut me some slack! It's technically my first year. Let's just say I didn't quite clearly understand the rules. Classes don't start until tomorrow. Oh and um, sis? You probably should be more careful as to who you send drunken pictures too. As your brother, I didn't want to have to pull this one out but.."

"Fuck you! I'm coming over now."

"And um, where might you be at the moment now, sis?"

I heard some rustling of sheets and a deep voice in the background.

"None of your fucking business. Be there in ten."

With that, I snapped my cell phone shut and inhaled the sweet marijuana as I gazed back inside my room.

She was fucking beautiful. While I admit, it was a little trashy that she drunkenly fucked a random stranger, it was also incredibly sexy as well. Holy fuck.

I smacked the top of my forehead. I just took advantage of a drunken girl. What the fuck was wrong with me?!

No, she couldn't know of this little situation. Not only would it ruin me, as Daddy Carlisle would not be very happy with this, but she would be mortified if she knew of her not so innocent actions that had just occurred in my bedroom. Or maybe not. She did seem to know what she was doing in bed..

Fuck. Edward. No.

It had to stop. I could not see her again. It was inappropriate. Desirable, but the situation was totally fucked. I was already pushing it with the drugs. Speaking of..

I took one last long inhale, sucking it all up as hard as I could until I coughed, which only seemed to make me more unbelievably high.

"Edward fucking Cullen."

Shit. Caught red-handed.

"Sorry sis. I just found it and um, I was uh… stressed?"

"Save it. I don't fucking care. We have bigger problems here."

"What are you even talking about, Alice?"

She looked at me, glanced down at the fucking hot girl in my bed, and then stared me down.

"Do you know who just fucked? Bella Swan. An underage freshman who just so happens to be my friend?"

"Wait. Hold on. You guys are friends?"

"Yes. Well, no. Sortof. That's besides the point. She's 18 years old, Edward!"

"Last time I checked, 16 was the age of consent."

"Still. That's gross! And look at you- you're gross! I know you were sober. You hadn't even come down to the party yet!"

"Yeah so um Alice, if you don't get your ass out of my room with her with you, I'm gonna fucking show everyone that picture. Is that where you were? His place?"

"Fine. Shut the fuck up. You can be such a dick. Help me carry her into my car."

I picked Bella up and threw her across my back. Hm, Bella. It suited her. I was thinking more along the lines of "Kandii" or "Cinnamon," seeing as 'Bella' sounded too... innocent. I smirked. My little teenage sexual deviant. I gave the ass that was so conveniently close to me a little smack.

"Edward! 18!" Alice so kindly reminded me.

"Shhh. Let me have my moment." I responded.

I placed Bella in the backseat of Alice's car.

"Oh hey Jasper. What's up?" I said nonchalantly and laughed as I saw Jasper's shocked expression coming from the driver's seat.

"Oh, um, hey Edward. I, uh..." His eyes travelled to Bella's slumped, sleeping body, before darting back to mine

"Jazz, shut up," Alice interjected "You don't have to explain yourself to this asshole." She turned back to me, eyebrows raised and a fierce glare in her eyes. "So, Edward. We have a deal? Our mouths are shut if you keep yours shut too."

"Mhmm. Sure sis." I replied, then smirked down at her, running a hand through my hair, "You two keep it down tonight."

I waved as I made my way back, giving Alice the thumbs up while pointing to her man. She flicked me the bird as the two of them sped off down the road.

*

I woodenly pried my eyes open, squinting at the piercing sunlight that was coming from my window. With a sleepy groan, I pushed back my bronze hair and scratched my ball sack as I tried to remember the events of last night. My bitch Mary Jane did that to me every now and then; while she was a good time, she always seemed to fog up my memory.

Still goddamn feeling half asleep, I rolled back onto my stomach and felt something lacy scratch against my skin. My face was still smashed against my pillow as I lowered my hand and pulled out a small, light object. I barely lifted the tops of my eyes to glance at the familiar material between my fingers.

Hell yeah, score 1 for Edward fucking Cullen.

I smirked as I admired my trophy thong; giving my ass a little smack. Even at my 5th year in school, I still got it. Fuck yeah.

"Oh fucking SHIT!"

And that's when it hit me. I fucked a freshman. A pretty goddamn hot freshman, but a fucking freshman all the same.

Everything came back to me then; Alice, her fucking booty call man, too much booze... I rubbed my hand against my forehead, trying to relieve the obvious stress forming at my temple. If I was to work under Daddy Dean this year, I'd have to be super careful. My constant partying is already bad enough that I've earned myself a terrible reputation. Even though Carlisle would always bail me out in the end throughout my undergrad education, I knew that I'd used up too many of my 'Get Out of Jail Free' cards. Literally.

I sighed and glanced at the clock. 10:27 PM.

Yes, more time for sleep!

Wait. Why is it sunny at 10:27 at night?... Fuck!

I jumped out of bed and frantically searched for my cell phone that was somehow misplaced in my bedroom.

*

"I am so sorry, I can explain. My clock stopped sometime last night and my alarm didn't go off. It wasn't my fault, I swear." I frantically began, running a hand through my hair and placing another in my corduroy pants.

"Edward."

"I really didn't mean to be deliberately late bu- Carlisle?"

"That is Professor Cullen to you, son." He replied, his voice firm.

Oblivious to the fact that my own father was standing directly in front of me, I took a glance around the room to survey my surroundings. The lecture hall was quite basically and dreadfully plain; white walls, brown desks rising slowly alongside the steps. The room was packed full of approximately 50 students. None of them seemed to be paying me any attention. Thank. God.

I smirked.

"Alright Professor Pops. What brings you here?"

"Well. If you had picked up your cell phone-"

I lifted my hand to stop him, "I can't find my damn phone right now. Not my fault exactly."

"Nice way to start off the year, Edward." He replied, his voice slightly sarcastic.

"Yeah okay well when you're done bashing me, could you explain to me why Victoria isn't here?" I was really sick and tired of his macho bullshit. I just wanted to know why the fuck she wasn't in the room. And why the fuck he was.

"Professor Lefevre cannot perform her duties for the next two weeks due to extreme circumstances. I will be replacing her until she returns. Now Edward, since you seem to be here, let's not waste these precious students' time and begin for God's sake."

I rolled my eyes and headed for the desk in the front of the room.

"And where do you think you're going, Edward Anthony Cullen?"

Talk about fucking condescending mortification.

"Um, my desk?"

He let out a small laugh, throwing his head back a little and smiling at the students who were now so intensely listening into our private business.

"Edward, must I remind you, you are a T.A. and that is, in fact, my desk, at least for the next couple of weeks. Actually, if you could do me a favour, run these copies?."

He didn't give me the chance to fucking reply, instead he proceeded to hand me quite a large stack of papers with a piece of notebook paper on top.

"On top is everything else I need you to do while you're out. Oh and Edward? Pick up a coffee for me too, thanks." His tone was dismissing as he waved a hand at me as if I was some fucking dog he wanted to shoo

"Um, seriously? I'm not your fucking personal assistant. I'm your Teacher's Assistant. No, fuck that. I'm Victoria's Teacher's Assistant."

Carlisle sighed in frustration, "She's not here, is she? Besides, I am dean of this University and I will do whatever I please. No kin of mine will prevent me from doing so" He practically spat at me.

That was it. How dare he? How dare he fucking talk to me like that?!

He turned on his heel and instantly began class. Like nothing ever fucking happened.

I turned away. I couldn't look at that face without wanting to vomit. I had to get out of there. The empty fucking bare walls were suffocating me. What I fucking needed was a big, fat doobie. And I planned on getting all that I wanted. I laughed to myself, as I imagined burning the paper placed in my hands while using that same lighter to kill my fucking brain cells out. I pulled out a hand as I opened the door and turned back at my father at the same time, mentally telling him to fuck himself as I left, when suddenly, I felt something crash into my chest, knocking all of my papers all over the floor.

"What the fuck! Watch where you're going!" I sneered as I knelt down and began to pick up each paper hastily into a pile back into my hands. I reached for the last one but the kind idiot who just so happened to knock me over, grabbed it at the same time.

I tore the paper from within their grip and looked up, only to be met with a pair of dark brown eyes.

"I'm so sorry, it was a complete accident."

"Fuck you, man." I stood up and pointed at the fuckhead to my dad.

"Um excuse me. Are you two finished yet? I have a class to teach. What is your name, son?" Carlisle called out to us.

"I'm Jacob Black, sir."

"Nice to meet you 'Jacob Black.' I'm Professor Cullen, your Dean. Next time you interrupt my class again, consider yourself failed. If you're late, you will not be tolerated disrupting my class. Now here's a nice empty desk directly in front of me. Let's get to know each other better, shall we?"

I laughed to myself at my dad's asshole tendencies. How fucked up was that man? I pushed the door open and headed out of that dreadful place. There were more important things to do. Such as...

Oh hello, Miss Secretary….

And like a sad puppy, I dropped my papers completely and followed desperately behind the woman in a tight black pencil skirt and fuck me heels. God I loved a smart woman, but I had this knack for secretaries. Particularly the ones with pencils tangled up in that mysterious head of theirs.


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