I pulled my books from the passenger seat of my car. Yesterday's weather had kept up and the temperature was a few degrees higher than usual.

I almost dropped my books as the red Camaro from Bella's driveway sped around the corner of the building, purring as it turned sharply into a parking space. The girl knew quite well how to make an entrance, because a few of the students were looking at the car with their mouths open.

And I couldn't blame them. The car was an absolute beauty. It didn't surprise me when Bella's long, spiderlike legs stepped out of the driver's seat. I cleared my throat as she bent over to get her messenger bag out of the backseat of her car. She was wearing dark wash jeans and a thin strapped corset-like tank top.

Since nobody knew her but everyone had heard about a new girl, a lot of eyes were on her as she made her way over to me. I tried to look casual by putting my hands in my pockets and leaning against my car, but I was actually wondering if it would be weird to rip that top right off of her.

I decided that it would be but still thought graphically about it.

"Hey there, boyfriend," she teased, leaning against my car with me. It amazed me how something so seemingly innocent sounding got me aroused to no limits.

"Good morning, girlfriend," I told her with a lackadaisical smile. She rolled her eyes a little and put her arm around my back, so I put my arm over her shoulders.

"So, are you going to show me around school or what?" she teased, poking me in the chest.

"That would be a very boyfriend like thing for me to do, wouldn't it?" I laughed. She grinned sheepishly. Wow, a shy Bella?

"Are we going in or do we just stand out here all day?" As much as I would love to stand out here all day, I led her in through the school's main entrance.

"Need any help getting around?" I asked her as we stepped toward the school, her fingers playing with the hem of my shirt. I suddenly didn't hate the first day of school anymore.

I had to smile at how oblivious she was to her effect on me. "Some help would be great. I have no idea where any of these classes are," she said, schedule in hand. She seemed flustered and confused, which was slightly appealing on her.

"Here, let me see it," I mumbled, and she handed it to me with a confused smile. She had four out of six classes with me, which I of course did not find bad. I'd be able to walk her to her other classes if she needed help.

We finally found the locker marked as hers and I watched in amusement as she fumbled with the lock. To my dismay, she got a top locker. I certainly wouldn't mind watching her bend over several times a day to get her books.

"Which way is Mr. Banner's room?" she asked, knocking me out of my more than enjoyable daydream.

"Uh, I'll take you there, if you need me to," I told her, loving having the excuse of keeping up the pretense. She smiled.

"Take me away, boyfriend," she replied in a low voice, and I had to think of the time I'd caught my dad trying on my mother's lingerie to get rid of my instant hard-on. If only Bella knew what the hell she was doing so everyone in school wouldn't see me pitching a freaking tent.

I kept my hand on her back while maneuvering through the students lingering in the hallway, exchanging hugs and shrill, fake "I missed you!" greetings. The first day of school was always the worst.

My prayers were answered when I saw Edward wasn't in our first period Bio. From the corner of my eye I saw Newton giving Bella the once over. She smiled politely to him. I shot him a glare and he immediately returned his attention elsewhere.

Mr. Banner had to be an SOB and give us assigned seats, putting me all the way in the front of the room with Bella in the very back. It would be really obvious if I turned around to look at her, so I refrained with a great amount of resistance. I didn't pay attention to the rest of anything after I had put my head on my arm and closed my eyes except for the bell that signaled the end of class.

The next class we had together was Spanish. Wanting to see Bella's tongue as she rolled her R's, I rushed her to the classroom. Still no Cullen. I came to the conclusion that he was ditching and smiled. Skipping the first day of junior year was such an Edward thing to do.

We had separate desks instead of lab tables this time, so I was able to sit right next to her. She seemed to be very attentive of the class, concentrating on the teacher with her elbows placed closely together on her desk. I wondered if Mrs. Goff noticed how luscious her breasts were as well as I did.

I let my mind wander to the leather, fingerless gloves she was wearing. I didn't even try to fight back thoughts of her glove-clad hands wrapped around my cock, squeezing firmly.

I felt like such a dick for thinking about her like that, but now I understood Cullen, to an extent. I had no idea that was even possible, or that I would even think a sentence like that. Looking at Bella's white, hot little body in that outfit, however, was quickly changing the way I thought of some things.

And the way I felt...

She was becoming an increasingly distracting issue and I couldn't help but to sneak a casual glance in her direction every few minutes. After thinking some explicit thoughts, I had fully decided that I was going to hell.

I was almost relieved when I dropped Bella at her third period class, walking halfway across the building. My poor cock was hopefully going to get a break after two hours of torture. I headed to my English class, actually trying to pay attention so I wouldn't seemingly get horny over a syllabus.

When the high pitched bell rang out through the school, I jolted up from my desk. Lunch was next, and I had to go find Bella before she ended up wandering through the halls for hours. She was leaning against the cafeteria doors expectantly, talking to Pastor Weber's shy daughter about something.

I walked up to her, slipping my arm around her slim waist like she had to me this morning. "Hey there," I greeted a bit quietly as she looked up to me. I couldn't keep the smile off of my face as Angela Weber raised her eyebrow at us.

"Hey. Jasper, this is Angela Weber, Angela, this Jasper, my...boyfriend," She laughed silently at the last word. "Angela and I have Trig together."

"I think we've had a class together once or twice over the years," I said to Angela, one corner of my mouth pulled up. She smiled and nodded in return. She seemed introverted, and I wondered how a girl like that would draw Bella to such a quick friendship. "Come on, babe, I'm hungry," I told Bella, patting my stomach as the three of us walked to the line of other students.

"Actually, I think I'm going to go eat with Angela today, but I promise to make it up to you later," she reassured, walking off with Angela to a table on the other side of the room, filled with Ben, Tyler, and Mike, who was staring at her greedily once again.

Make it up to me later? I liked the sound of that. A hand clapped on my shoulder, making me jump slightly as I was brought out of yet another Bella-induced trance.

"Enjoying your first day of school, buddy-boy?" Cullen asked from behind me. I tried to ignore him but ended up talking to him anyway.

"How many girls have gotten gonorrhea from you this morning, Cullen?" I asked, putting a ton of food on my tray. He did the same.

"What are you talking about, Jazzy?" he asked sarcastically, stuffing a brownie that he hadn't yet paid for in his mouth. "I'm just trying to get a nutritious, healthy lunch to help continue on with my day of learning." He skipped everyone in the line in front of us, throwing a twenty in the register's general direction.

I quickly paid the lunch lady and apologized on his behalf. "Where were you this morning?" I asked him, poking my fork into the shit they tried to pass off as spaghetti.

"Although it's none of your business, I'll tell you. I was hooking up with Lauren Mallory in the back of my car," he announced, like it was the biggest honor in the world. Almost every guy in school had an encounter with Mallory's disease-ridden genitals at one time or another.

"Man, I really don't get you sometimes," I told him with a sharp laugh, covering the mystery meat shit in salt. Edward hoovered a piece of pepperoni pizza and laughed loudly.

"So, have you seen this new girl? I need to find her to see if she's sexable enough," he explained in a casual tone. I wanted to tell him to back the fuck off and that she was mine, but I also wanted to see if looked hard enough to find her. Her table was so crowded that she probably wasn't visible.

"Uh...nah. I haven't seen her yet. Is she hot?" I asked him, playing dumb for the moment. He chuckled deeply and flashed his patented devilish grin.

"A man can only hope, Whitlock." He winked and ripped a packet of ketchup open with his teeth, pouring it in globs over his French fries. "Want to hit the gym at my house later?" he asked ironically.

"My parents are still at that convention for work. Why don't you come over to my place?" I suggested. Esme and Carlisle were great, but I really wasn't in the mood to deal with smothering parents. He shrugged and nodded.

"So you really haven't met the new chick?" Cullen inquired a bit incredulously. I shook my head, hoping he wouldn't see through how bad of a liar I was. His eyes scanned the cafeteria again. "Eh, maybe she's hung over, like I was," he thought out loud with a smile. Oh, Lord, he was already thinking of things they had in common so he could lure her into bed like some other chick. If only he knew she was smarter than the other bimbos he humped and dumped, and that she was my girlfriend. Well, not technically, but still.

"When did you see her? I thought you were with that Lauren chick all morning." My tone was slightly defensive now. He was caught off guard by my protectiveness and looked at me strangely.

"Chill out, man," Edward said defensively, putting his hands up. "I already told you, I haven't seen her yet, but Newton told me he wanted to get in her apparently very tight pants. I just wanted to see if she was worth temporary celibacy." He shrugged nonchalantly.

I could fucking kill both Newton and Cullen at this point. "And what makes you think that she would actually go for you?" I asked bluntly.

Edward just smiled an easy smile and leaned back, putting his arms out in a cocky gesture. "Why wouldn't she?" His hands waved up and down, telling me to look at his body. I'll pass, I thought dryly.

I smiled internally, knowing Bella would never give Edward a second glance after I told her about his manwhore lifestyle and conceited, cocky persona.

But then again, how well did I really know her?