I want to give a few shout outs:

Thank you to my new beta Edward_Is_my_only_love. She rocks and you should check out her stories! Heads up, since she was out of town this week you'll see all of my errors, I will update the chapter when she returns with the corrections.

Also, I want to say thank you to Sweet ciccio who stepped in when my beta was out to give me some feedback. She's working on a few stories right now and I will let you know when they are up.

Disclaimer: Please don't sue me!!! Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight. I'm just a lame newbie writer trying to entertain a few people.

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Chapter 2

I was stuck there just staring at him and his copper hair, which he should seriously patent and start selling to the masses, and his green eyes with a hint of yellow in the middle. I started to imagine my hands playing with his messy hair; I just wanted to grab it and yank on it. I typically went for blond hair and blue eyed guys, and I preferred them to be tan, unlike this dude, but he was a demographic buster, I'm sure he caused EVERY girl to wet herself.

As we both stared into each other's eyes, ignoring the club music and the people surrounding us, I realized I was drooling like a teething toddler. I tried to wipe my face with the backside of my hand, hoping no one would notice, but that didn't work- fucker just smiled at me. He had this crooked grin that made me wish it was his drool I was wiping off my face.

I could have stared at him all night, but my plan was ruined when the whore sitting next to him grabbed the collar of his black shirt and shoved her fucking tongue down his throat. I couldn't help but giggle at her unwanted zoom-in. Seriously, she had issues with kissing, such as the drool that poured out of her mouth and down his chin, that she obviously never worked out with her teddy bear alone in her room when she was in junior high, like I did. Maybe I should let her borrow Bee, my teddy. Or maybe I should get her email address and send her some helpful websites. Either way, the disgust on my man's face was hard not to notice. And yes, I just claimed him. He is the best looking man I've ever set my eyes on. So, until he files a restraining order, I'm going to be obsessed with him like Glenn Close. Minus the whole boiling the rabbit, because that is just totally fucked up.

Deciding to give the fish her privacy, I turned towards the other guy at the booth and walked up a little closer reaching out my hand to him"Hi, I'm Bella."

I hadn't notice him at first, but who could when Mr. Fuck-Me-Right-Here-Right-Now is sitting next to him, but he was also hot… and fucking huge! He had light brown hair and blue eyes. Did I say that he was huge? Seriously though, I think his mom fed him roids in his baby bottle and I would put money on him having an IV connected to him under the table right now. There was no way that anyone could be that big without "extra help." Hmmm, I wonder if he had a huge dick to go with his body or if it was like the size of my pinky because of the roids? Either way, a part of me really wanted to find out.

He reached across the table and grabbed my hand in return, gripping it WAY too hard for my liking, "Hey, what's up Beautiful. I'm Emmett." The he gave me a wink and a grin, similar to what Edward had done, but not nearly as successful. Instead of overflowing the lake that was collecting in my pants, he dried that shit up quick. I could feel that he had a large ego problem. I wanted to walk away or say something rude, just to fuck with him, but I needed an apartment, so I smiled in return.

I felt awkward standing there. I looked around for Alice but she was back on top of the platform shaking her ass again. Damn. Seriously, I never thought of Tinkerbelle in a perverted way but I was going to have some naughty dreams tonight. They were going to include Tink and Wendy doing some nasty shit that I'm sure Disney wouldn't be so proud of. Pop, Lock and Drop It from Huey was shaking the walls of the club and right as the chorus hit she rolled her hips from side to side perfectly with the beat. When the girl started to sing Pop she arched her back then pushed her hands out in front of her at Lock. She dropped to the floor at and Drop it, facing me with her legs wide open. Under her black leather mini dress she had on a red lace thong that matched her shoes perfectly. Fuck me!

I don't think I've ever drooled so much in one night. I felt like a mix between some nasty old pervert and some adolescent kid who had never been laid. I seriously needed to run in the bathroom and Jill off, but the line was longer to get in the bathroom than it was to get into this club. I looked around, hoping to find an empty corner and possibly a chair for better positioning myself. Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with me? This couldn't be good. Earlier today I was worried these people would be part of some freak show, and now I'm standing in the middle of a club looking for a place where I can get myself off. I made a mental note to call my school in the morning and make myself an appointment to see a shrink. This could not be healthy.

I decided to turn back to the table, hoping to maybe get to know Edward and Emmett or at least distract me from Alice's panties. Edward had his eyes closed and a very familiar smirk on his face. I've seen this smirk many times in my life; like on Brian Owen's face on our way home from prom when I decided to introduce him to road head. Or Mike Gillespie when at the movies, I reached down for the popcorn and decided on playing with his sausage instead. Needless to say, I can never watch Jerry McGuire again without thinking of Mike!

That skank was sitting down at the booth trying to paint the ceiling with MY man's cock. I'm typically not a selfish person and wouldn't mind sharing, especially with a hot chick, but, she wasn't even hot. She had Strawberry Short Cake red hair, which I would bet money matched her crotch, and dingy blue eyes. If you looked close enough, I'm sure you would see the viruses jumping off of her. Another thing I hated about this chick… she was giving him the smirk and not me. I really wanted to walk up to her and cut the bitch, however, another arrest would not look good on my future resume. So I did the next best thing- I sat down next to Emmett and flirted.

"So Emmett," I said while squeezing into the end of the booth, sitting down right next to him, making sure that my tatas were still in their perky position. On the other side of him was fire crotch and beside her was my Edward. "Are you in college?" I asked while giving him the best come here and fuck me smile.

He let out a laugh which confused me. Was he gay? He had to be because I gave him an amazing smile, my boobs are perfect, and my outfit wasn't leaving much to the imagination. My mind, because it's filled with filth, started to immediately wander to ideas of Emmett and some hot guy who looked like Mark Wahlberg. Emmett was taking it rather than giving, due to the fact that he would probably break Mark and because of the small size penis I was imagining him packing.

"No Bella, I'm not in school." Oh! I forgot we were still talking. My mind was racing so much that I started to picture him in a three way with Mark and Donnie Wahlberg, and then the idea of all of the New Kids joining in. Crap! I would have no problem paying to watch that. Yeah, they are great in concert and all, but I would rather watch them play naked twister with Emmett.

"Oh… ok… do you work then?" Trying to figure out something to say that didn't involve the New Kids and/or a game of circle jerk.

The smile grew on his smug face and I could hear the laughter coming from a bunch of tramps, who were sitting around the booth in chairs. Obviously, there was a joke that was going way over my head. Crap! Did I say something out loud by accident? Oh shit, how do I explain my dirty mind?

"I play for the San Diego Sabers." San Diego Sabers? Who the fuck are they? It sounded like some type of sports team but I had no clue what sport. I had no idea what to say to him, did this mean he played on a professional sports team or something? I decided to smile and nod my head, hoping no one would catch on to my blond moment. My dad would be so ashamed of me right now.

"So Bella,' oh fuck me, Edward just said my name. I felt my vagina start to twitch, calling out to him and begging him to lick it. I looked over to his face and could see that he was talking, but I zoned him out. I just stared at his lips moving up and down and pictured me sitting on top of them.

"Bella," Edward's velvet voice said again, ruining my daydream.

"What?" I responded trying to hide how annoyed I was. He was totally cock-blocking my dream.

"Did you hear anything I just said?"

Should I fess up and tell him about my fantasy? Maybe he would want to replay it right here, right now. Right in front of fire crotch; I bet she could help steady my legs as I lowered myself onto his face. "Sorry, the music is loud." Yeah, I totally chickened out.

All the whores started to laugh again and I was seriously starting to get pissed.

"Honey," fire crotch said while looking at Edward and rubbing his leg, "maybe she's retarded." Seriously, this bitch just finished fishing for pocket trout in the middle of a crowded bar and she was going to start calling me names? Hell no!

I looked at her trying to throw daggers with my eyes, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure that it's not politically correct to call people retarded." I wanted to cuss the bitch out and throw down, but Emmett and Edward were both at the table and I couldn't ruin my chances of getting this apartment because of my anger issues.

"Fine then, you're not retarded, just ugly and desperate… and you need to stop drooling over my boyfriend." Boyfriend?! Hell no! He could do WAY better then that… like me.

"Look Bitch, You and I both know that I'm far from ugly. I'm sure you've already imagined me naked at least five times in the last five minutes. However, I need to let you know, before you get your hopes up, I'm a vegetarian and don't eat crabs," I grinned, "And, by the way, that wasn't drool. I obviously forgot it from when I was sucking YOUR boyfriend off earlier." I glanced at Edward who was smiling from ear to ear, obviously not mad by my comment.

"FUCKING BITCH!" She screamed as she tried to jump over Emmett to get to me. Emmett pushed her back down, trying to keep the situation under control.

"Actually… I think he said 'fuck me harder, bitch!'"

I don't really know what happened next. All of a sudden, Edward had me thrown over his shoulder and was rushing me out the back door of the club. I noticed Alice running behind, us and in the distance Emmett was still at the booth trying to hold back about seven whores who were ready to fuck me up.

"PUT ME DOWN!" I screamed.

"HELL NO…. Bella, you need to calm down." Why the hell would I calm down? If this bitch wants to talk shit then she better be able to hold her own because after ten years of keeping my ass tight with kickboxing three days a week, I was ready to go. I felt like Mike Tyson, my adrenaline was rushing and I wanted to knock the bitch out or at least bite off a chunk of her ear.

As I semi-laid there, while he walked me to the parking lot like some type of caveman, I realized how stupid I probably looked. Fire crotch really didn't say much to me and I'm pretty sure that my comments were much worse. Something literally took over me when she referred to Edward as her boyfriend. I met the guy only an hour before, and yet I was already willing to kick some girl's ass over it. Wow! I really need to make that shrink appointment.

"Where's your car parked?" He asked me, while gently putting me back down on the ground.

FUCK! My cousin… oh my god! She was going to kill me. I totally ditched her and her friends, and I'm sure my cell phone had at least 50 missed calls from her. I had turned it off when I walked into the club, not wanting to be disturbed with a reminder as to how crappy I was. How do I explain this to him?

"Actually, my cousin drove me here." Which really wasn't a lie, more like a half truth.

"Well, we can wait for a taxi, but I'm sure that can take hours at this time of night." He looked down at his watch and then back at me. "If you want, I can take you home."

Alright, so the freak show theory has never been proven or disproven. However, he was fucking hot and something about him just made me throw all of my logic thinking out the door.

"That would be great… if you don't mind of course."

"No problem at all." He put his arm over my shoulder, I assumed he did it because it was cold and I was practically naked but I forced myself to believe he also felt the same spark. Then he led me over to the valet booth and handed the young guy a ticket.

"Edward… Bella… wait up." I heard Alice calling from behind us. I expected her to be a little pissed because I just ended their night early, yet, she sounded way too happy. She had to be on something… seriously. When she walked up closer to us I started to stare at her nose, hoping to find some left over powder which would solve my confusion. But there was nothing. Fuck! A part of me was hoping to see a little powder, because right now, that shit sounded like a great idea.

"What's up sis?" Hmmm… Edward just called her sis. I never really noticed any similarities in the two, so I just assumed they were friends. I guess I probably should have gotten to know them better before I undressed them with my eyes, or imagined me doing X rated things to them, and tried to start fights with their friends.

"You can't just leave and not tell me where you're headed to."

"Oh… I was just going to take Bella home."

"Ummm… it's not that late. And, we haven't even gotten a chance to hang out with her yet. How about if we meet up at Twilight's?"

I looked up at him, trying to figure out what the hell Twilight's was. He noticed me staring and shot me another crooked smile, which made me gitty like some school aged virgin. "Bella," he whispered, "would you like to go home or would you rather stay out longer with us?"

My heart melted when I heard him use the word "us". I have no idea why, especially since "us" didn't really include me. But, whatever, he could have asked me to go with him to take a crap in some port-a-potty and I would have gone. "I would love to keep hanging out with you guys."

"YEAH!" Alice started to jump up and down. I could see her boobs bouncing and realized that she didn't have a bra on. Fuck me! God seriously must hate my guts. Why would he be doing this to me right now? I have the most amazing looking man in the world holding me and his hot ass sister is doing a little dance for me, without a bra on and her nipples were definitely standing at attention. I need a cold shower, or a vibrator, or maybe even both.

Alice ran back inside the club to most likely tell Emmett what was going on, and I followed Edward to the Aston Martin that had just pulled up in front of us. The valet opened up the passenger side door for me and helped me get in. As I sat down on his soft cold black leather seats, I looked over to him and leaned across the stick shift trying to push my body as close as I could to his ear and whispered, "So, is that girl really your girlfriend?"

I could hear his breathing speed up and he tightened his grip on the steering wheel. I was expecting him to say something, but instead he just shook his head no. I let out a little giggle and smiled. Sitting back into my seat, I fastened the seatbelt and decided to let my feelings out.

"Good, because I would need to ask my doctor about getting some type of vaccination against herpes or at least an unlimited refill for penicillin. That chick definitely looked used."

Dead silence… and it seemed to last forever. I didn't want to look over at him, just in case he was pissed, so I decided on looking straight ahead, reading the signs on the freeway. Where the hell are we going and why the hell are we driving so fast?

"So, you didn't like Amanda?" he said while still driving at an extremely high rate of speed.

"Ummm… if Amanda is the birth given name for 'Fire Crotch', then no… not so much." I turned my head towards him and noticed that he wasn't paying attention the road, instead he was smiling and looking at me. "KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE ROAD!" I screamed. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"What are you talking about?" He asked while looking back to the road in front of us.

"You really need to get your eyes checked because I'm pretty sure that sign we just passed said something about only going 65 miles per hour, and I would bet a lot of money that you're going much faster than that. Not to mention, if you're going to drive at this speed, keeping your eyes on the road would probably help." I pushed my hands under my thighs, hoping to hide the fact that they were shaking. If he knew my past, I'm sure he would understand my fear, but there was no way I was going to open up to him. Well, open my heart that is… my legs were a different story.

"I'm sorry," wow, his voice was so sexy, "I didn't mean to upset you. I'll slow down."

The awkward silence appeared again and I was trying to figure out where the hell we were going.

"We better not be headed to Mexico," I tried to say in a joking manner. However, I really was starting to get nervous.

He let out a huge laugh. "Why? Do you not like Mexico?"

"Mexico is great and all, but I'm warning you now…. I don't do donkey shows!"

I thought we were going to crash when his laugh turned into hysterics. I kept watching him, hoping that he was still breathing. Wait, maybe it would be better if he stopped breathing. I've always wanted to practice CPR. Yum.

"Well, what about donkey shows" I could hear him trying to calm down his laugh and actually put together a full sentence, "don't you like?"

"Oh, I don't have anything against a donkey show. Bestiality can be hot, especially this one time when I saw a video of a girl going down on a billy goat. I mean the billy goat was totally in to it and I actually think I heard it-"

"WHAT? Bella, you're seriously sick."

"Umm…. That's an understatement. Anyway, I just can't participate because honestly, animals don't really do anything for me and not to mention, I've tried to give change out of my hoo-haw before and it doesn't work. No matter how many kegels I do."

"OK… you really need to tell me that story, and you really need to set up an appointment with Dr. Higgins, an excellent shrink at the hospital. She'd be able to help you with your sexual problems. Seriously though, did someone touch you as a kid?" He laughed.

"Actually… yeah," I looked down at my hands, "once my neighbor's dad…"

"Bella, I'm so sorry, I was just kidding. I didn't mean to offend you. I'm so sorry. I feel like such an asshole." I could feel the sincerity in his voice and now I was feeling bad.

"Yes, you are an asshole. However, don't worry about it. No, I've never been touched, however, the next girl you make fun of might have been… so watch what you say, dick." I let out a little giggle.

"You're a bitch."

"Thank you, and yes, doggie style is one of my favorite positions."

"Seriously Bella, you need to consider talking with Dr. Higgins." We both broke out in laughter, even though a part of me was actually wondering if I could get her number. You know, just in case my school didn't have anyone I could talk with.

"We're here," Edward broke my thought about talking to a shrink and trying to work out all my shit that seems to affect my personal life on a daily basis.

I looked up to see that we were literally in the middle of the ghetto, or at least something close to it. We were parked in front of some dumpy dive bar, that had some cheesy neon light that read "Twilight" with a bright neon blue moon next to it. I could smell urine, even though all of the windows were rolled up, and there were girls who charged in five minute intervals were standing by the front door. Classy.

"Yeah, I'm going to wait out here. I'm all about a good time but a bar that is filled with half gang members and half trailer trash, doesn't sound all that exciting to me."

"What? Are you too good for this bar, or are you just scared that I will kick your ass at pool?"

Damn him, he was giving me that crooked grin again. Do you think he can read minds? Maybe he has this amazing sense of smell and can tell what it does to me. He sucks. Wait, hmmm. Ok, I'm trying to think clean thoughts. Yes, clean thoughts.

"Yes, I am too good for this place," I said with my own version of a hot grin, "although, I never back down to a challenge. And I should warn you… I always win."

"Is that so?"

I kept the grin on my face and nodded my head yes.

"Well, it looks like we're going to have to make this game really fun. Up for a little bet?"

Hmmm… hell yes! I wonder if it's too soon to bet sexual favors. Like, I win he goes down and if I lose, then he still goes down. Yes! That sounds like a perfect bet.

"What do you have in mind?"

"Well, how about… if I win you do my laundry for a week?" What the hell… clean his laundry? Do you think that laundry is code word for penis? Like I can do his penis for a week? Seriously, he has a smoking hot chick in his car, wearing this amazing outfit, and he's asking me to do housecleaning? OH SHIT! Please God, don't let him be gay. If Emmett and he are gay lovers then I will seriously be in my own personal hell.

"Laundry? Seriously?" I raise my eyebrow, hoping he will change his mind.

"Yup… laundry. Your turn."

Hmmm, so if he said laundry then I need to revise my sexual favor theme. "Ok, if I win, then you wash my car... by hand."

We both smiled, shook hands, and made our way into the skanky shack. I really hope I packed my hand sanitizer!

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