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Chapter 1

Very Gently Will Play

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I love little pussy
Her coat is so warm
And if I don't hurt her
She'll do me no harm
So I'll not pull her tail
Nor drive her away
But pussy and I
Very gently will play

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One hundred and eighty days.

It was the exact number of days I'd have to spend in my own personal hell before I would be set free. It was the number of days I'd have to keep my nose clean and stay out of trouble. It was the number of days I'd have to wait until I could give the good people of Forks, and the people who thought they were my friends, the middle finger, blowing that pathetic excuse of a town.

I wasn't what you'd call a model student, but my three-point-one grade average was nothing to be ashamed of. I could show up in class, take a nap, and still, somehow, pull off a B average for the semester. Yes, I was one of those students everyone hated. One that hardly hit the books, went out and partied, but still walked away with a passing grade. The teachers hated me, but what could they do? I turned in my work, took their tests, and showed up to class. I wasn't breaking any rules. I just wasn't going to be a fucking brown-noser and play their fucking games.

I spun the dial on the combination lock, careful to line up each number as I did, and opened my locker. Placing my coat and bag inside, I took a deep breath. You can do this, Edward. Just one hundred and eighty days to go.

I turned and shut the door, after grabbing my supplies, grimacing. Looking at my fellow high school students, it was hard to not feel anything but disgust for them. They were so concerned with the most unimportant things. Things that didn't mean shit in the grand scheme of life. Who fucking cared if so and so was dating a certain guy, if a particular girl was homecoming queen, or if one guy got into a fight with another?

High school gossip was like junk food for the brain. It rotted it and turned you into another mindless zombie. I didn't care about anyone or anything that graced those halls…save for one. Every person I came into contact with was only a means to an end.

Most guys wanted to hang around me so they would become cool by association. Girls, well, they just wanted to try and tame me. The joke was on them, though, because I wasn't someone to be placed into another's idea of who I should be. The whole girlfriend/boyfriend mess wasn't for me. Most of the girls at the school were nothing more than something to fuck. They had no real aspirations or motivation to get out of that backwater town, and I was going places. There was no way some chick was trapping me into staying.

I made it to homeroom with a few minutes to spare. I couldn't be bothered to show up to school any earlier than was absolutely necessary. What was the fucking point, anyway? I really didn't care to see anyone, so why should I sacrifice sleeping in an extra half hour to hang out with people who didn't matter?

I took my seat and laid my head down, wishing the day was over with already. A sound reminding me of nails dragging against a chalkboard met my ears as a voice I wished would go away echoed through the room. That noise could only mean one thing, and I cringed as I raised my head.

"Oh, hi, Edward," Jessica said, sliding into the chair next to me and turning her head in my direction.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes and nodded once at her.

"So, it's a new school year. I can't believe we're seniors now. I'm so excited. Everyone keeps saying how this will be the best year of our high school career. I have to agree, because after this, we get to go college, and that's when the fun begins…" She kept prattling on and on…and on.

Fuck. What was it with girls thinking it was okay to bother me with insane babble? Jessica Stanley should have known better than anyone I wasn't interested in a girlfriend. I'd lost count of how many times I'd ignored the little hints she'd given me. She was the biggest believer in the myth bad boys could be changed by the right girl. How I'd gotten the bad boy image to begin with, I wasn't sure, but I was definitely not interested in Jessica "voice that could break glass" Stanley trying to get her hooks in me.

Just the thought of her trying to mold me into the perfect boyfriend caused me to shudder.

Thankfully, the teacher walked in a few minutes later, making Jessica shut her trap. It was a good thing, too, because I really needed my hearing to work properly for the rest of the day. Homeroom was as boring as I'd remembered it from the previous three years. Everyone tried to entertain themselves with a book, writing notes and passing them without getting caught, or some other way to waste the time.

I spent the next forty-five minutes thinking about what I was going to do once school had finished for the day. My parents had left before the school year had started, leaving my sister and I alone, once again. I didn't know why they even bothered coming home anymore. And I didn't know why they hadn't just handed the keys to the house over to us and been done with it. Edward and Elizabeth Masen couldn't have given a shit what I, or my sister, did. As long as we didn't make them look bad, they let us do whatever we wanted.

I was out of my seat and out the door as soon as the bell sounded, hoping I could lose Jessica in the crowd. She was as relentless as a pit bull. It was the first day of school, and I didn't need this shit.

"Hey, man!" a booming voice called out.

I spun around and noticed my best friend, the only person I considered a friend at all, walking toward me. I lifted my chin at him and waited for him to catch up. Once he was close, I started down the hallway again.

"So, who do you have for first period?" he asked, looking at his schedule.

"Um, Berty. I guess it means English first thing in the morning," I said with a sigh.

"Shit. Don't fall asleep in his class, man. I hear he likes to hit people who nap in the back of the head with his yard stick." He grimaced, shrugging.

"Fuck you, Em. Where do you hear this shit? That's abuse. He'd be fired if that shit was true," I scolded, shaking my head as I walked.

"I don't know. Some senior last year said it happened. Doesn't matter anyway…just watch that pretty head of yours." Emmet ruffled my hair in a playful manner.

I growled at him and smacked his hand away, trying to keep the smile off my face. For all of my grumbling about the student body, Emmett McCarty was an exception to my views on the populace. He was the type of guy that didn't let anything or anyone ruin his mood. He could always find the bright side of a situation, and nothing ever brought him down. He was the opposite of me; a moody, angry prick.

We'd met in elementary school, and he'd somehow wormed his way into my life. I was better for his efforts, because Emmett was the one who always tried to keep me out of trouble. My life would have been a hell of a lot different if the playful giant was absent from it.

"Anyway, I have gym first period with Rosie. The gods must be smiling on me, because I get to see her in those little gym shorts almost first thing in the morning." His mouth pulled up into a large grin.

Ah, Rosalie Hale—Emmett's girlfriend and the only girl who wouldn't touch me with a ten-foot pole. When she'd first moved to Forks two years before, I was offended she wouldn't give me the time of day. Girls did not tell Edward Masen no, and there she was, telling me to go fuck myself. In the end, it was better that way. Once Emmett started dating her, and I had gotten to know her better, I realized Rosalie and I would have ended up killing each other. She was a vain bitch most of the time, and she was convinced I was a good for nothing bastard. It would have been a match made in hell, and I thanked my lucky stars every day I'd avoided that mess.

The other girls at school were fair game, though. I admit it. I'm a fucking man whore, slut, whatever you want to call me. Fucking sue me. I was young, and unwilling to be tied to one girl, and they practically jumped me most of the time, anyway. I didn't see the need to be celibate.

"Edward!"

Oh my fucking god. Just when I thought the day was looking up, it all went downhill. Fuck me running.

Emmett and I started walking faster, but, because students were clogging up the hallway, I was unable to shake the annoying person attached to the voice. I closed my eyes for a brief moment and blew out a harsh breath. I was not in the mood for that prick's bullshit.

"Hey, guys, didn't you hear me?" Mike Newton asked as he jogged up next to us.

Mike was one of the people who thought we were friends, but in reality, I didn't give a damn about him. The only reason I talked to him at all was because he had a decent weed connection at a good price, which meant the fucker always had some on him. I wasn't one to do heavy drugs, but I didn't mind using a little something every now and then to take the edge off. It was just unfortunate I had to play nice to get it.

Yes, you fucking idiot. I was trying to ignore the fact you existed, but you just had to ruin it for me.

"What, Mike?" I asked in a monotone voice.

"Did you see the fresh meat this morning? Man, what I wouldn't give to get a piece of that." Mike let out a small moan.

I fought the urge to shake my head in pity at the poor bastard. Of course, I'd heard of the so-called "fresh meat" already, but I hadn't had a chance to see her for myself. It was only a matter of time before I'd have her wrapped around me. Mike probably thought he had a chance…he had to know as soon as she was in my sights, he wouldn't exist to her.

Yeah, that probably sounds conceited, but is it really, if it's the truth?

Continuing to look ahead, I answered him, "Not yet. I'm sure I'll run into her sometime today."

Mike was, not surprisingly, silent. He knew how things worked around there. Once I'd had my fill, he'd have an opportunity with her. I caught Emmett giving me an incredulous look and shaking his head from the corner of my eye. I pursed my lips and kept my thoughts to myself. Before Rosalie, he'd have made some kind of lewd comment about the new girl. Since Rose owned his balls, he acted like I was wrong to say it.

And this is one of the reasons why I don't want a girlfriend. They fucking change you, and I don't want to change.

I waved to Mike and Emmett as my English class came into view, glad to be away from Emmett's judgmental looks and Mike…period. The classroom was almost empty, so I decided to take a seat in the back, hoping the teacher wasn't an ass who chose our seats for us. I ignored the rest of the students as they filed in from the hallway, keeping my eyes on my desk and pretending I was busy. Eye contact usually made people think you wanted to talk to them, and I wanted to avoid any unnecessary chatter at all costs.

"Eddie!"

Fuck. Nails on a chalkboard voice number two is in this class. And I hate the name "Eddie." Why can't these bitches get it through their thick skulls?

"Lauren." I nodded at the girl standing in front of me, narrowing my eyes.

Lauren Mallory took the seat in front of me—goddamn it—and turned to look at me. She leaned over, reached out, and grabbed my arm, squeezing it. I could feel her fake nails poking me through my t-shirt. The contact made me shudder in revulsion, but she took it for desire, batting her eyelashes in a flirtatious manner. I cringed, still not sure why girls did that shit.

"So, I didn't see you this summer," Lauren cooed, running those fake claws down my bicep. "I was hoping I'd run into you."

"Family trip," I muttered with a shrug. "Couldn't get out of it."

"Oh." A sour look crossed her face.

"Yeah." I wished she'd go away.

Her face brightened. "Well, we have this year. Maybe we could get together this weekend…"

I pressed my lips in a tight line, trying not to laugh. She was doing the same hinting and hoping these girls always did, and it was funny every damn time. I never fell for it, because I didn't want to give the impressing I wanted more from them. I'd made the mistake with Charlotte Turner sophomore year, and since then, I'd had a strict "no dating" policy.

I'd also stupidly fucked Lauren in a weak moment, and since then, I couldn't get rid of her. She was the reason I wouldn't give Jessica Stanley the time of day. She was a lot like Lauren, and I didn't need two psycho bitches after my dick.

I sucked in a sharp breath. "I don't know. I promised Emmett I'd hang with him this weekend."

She pouted and released my arm, looking very unattractive. Thank fucking God. I turned my head and watched as Irina Johnson walked into the room. Leaning back, I ran my eyes over her. She was a girl who knew how to fuck. She had a similar attitude to dating as I did—no interest, whatsoever, just wanting to have a good time.

Maybe I'll see if she wants to meet me in the janitor's closet at lunch.

Cracking my neck, I noticed Lauren was staring daggers at Irina. I chuckled internally, finding it amusing she was jealous of Irina. The girl had to know Irina was in a league out of her reach. Lauren was whiney and clingy, while Irina was calm, cool, and knew how to play the game. Hell, if Lauren would stop being so fucking pouty, maybe she could join us. I knew Irina was into the whole girl-on-girl thing, and that shit was hot. My dick twitched just at the thought of it.

I was pulled out of my dirty thoughts by Mr. Berty's squawking. Apparently, class had started while I was imaging Irina licking Lauren's clit. The girl may have been an annoying bitch, but she did have a nice looking pussy.

The rest of the day went by in the same fashion, running into past fucks who wanted more from me while I tried to dodge them. The whole duck and weave routine had me exhausted by lunch, and I was starting to think I should be more picky about who I had sex with. Because that shit was getting ridiculous.

After I'd gotten a tray of what the school considered food, I made my way over to where Emmett, Rose, and a few other people I didn't give a damn about were sitting. I noticed a chair next to Em was open, and I sat down before someone else decided to take it.

Just as I was about to take a bite of my sandwich, a brown-haired siren walked into the room. She was petite, wearing a skirt that showed off some killer legs. I found myself wishing it was shorter, because the material cut off my view mid-thigh. Resuming my perusal, I saw she had a tiny waist and an ample amount of cleavage, just begging to be marked with my mouth. I realized the girl I was looking at had to be the "fresh meat" Newton had mentioned earlier in the day. All thoughts about finding Irina after I finished eating flew out the window, and I knew she was going to be my next conquest.

A whistle broke me out of my lustful thoughts.

"Damn…I told you, Edward. Girl is hot," Mike said, nudging me in the side.

I hadn't realized, until that moment, Newton was sitting on the other side of me. Scowling, I leaned away from him, giving him a what-the-fuck look. Mike cleared his throat and sat up straight. He'd made the right decision, because good weed or no, I was not above kicking his ass.

I turned my attention back to little Miss Hottie across the cafeteria. She was sitting with Angela Webber…and Tanya. That was going to be a problem, if she was going to be friends with Tanya.

I loved my sister dearly, but Tanya hated it when I tried to fuck her friends; especially after I'd convinced one of them to meet me in my room during one of her sleepovers. After that night, she'd never asked anyone to stay overnight again, opting to spend the night at their house. It kind of pissed me off, because it had been easy access I'd been denied, but I let it go. It wasn't worth fighting with her over.

I felt like a predator studying his prey as I watched the girl eat her yogurt. Her lips wrapped around the spoon in a tantalizing manner, and when her tongue poked out to lick the remnants off of it, I knew then I would have her. No matter if she was friends with my sister. Just looking at her stirred feelings of primal lust inside me I'd never felt before, and I wanted—no, needed—to explore them. The curvy, blond, and sinfully gorgeous Irina hadn't ever been able to get a reaction like that out of me, and she was one of the few who I'd had sex with multiple times.

Oh, yes, mystery girl. I will fuck you, I thought, continuing to stare at her. Her head lifted and deep, brown eyes met mine, as if she'd heard my internal dialogue. I licked my bottom lip and tried to convey with my eyes the desire I had to make her scream my name—anywhere, anytime, anyway. She ran her tongue seductively over her top teeth, looking me over. My body prickled with desire, and just as I was about to try to communicate my intentions with a nod to leave and fuck her somewhere in the building, she turned away as if the sexual chemistry I'd felt hadn't just passed between us.

My brow furrowed in confusion after I looked down at the table, wondering what the fuck had happened seconds before. Was I losing my touch? I glanced in Irina's direction, giving her a look that promised a good time. Her eyes met mine and she smiled, biting her bottom lip with hooded eyes. I smiled at her and turned back to my food.

Nope, I still had it. So, how the new girl had acted toward my nonverbal advance confused me. Was she not attracted to me? That stray thought was squashed, because every girl wanted me. I had to fight them off most of the time, but that girl…that girl…had looked away from me. As I started to eat, an idea popped into my head. It was possible she wasn't like all the other girls at the school, and I was going to have to work for it. I smiled as I chewed, intrigued by the idea.

I'd never had to work for anything, much less getting into a girl's panties, and it kind of excited me. Yeah, she'd end up cracking like all the rest, but the chase was going to be sweet.

The bell signaling the end of lunch sounded, and I realized I hadn't finished my food. Picking up the apple on my tray, I decided to take the piece of fruit and eat it later before I dumped the tray into the trashcan. I whistled as I put the apple in my bag and walked to my next class.

I had a seduction to plan. I'd need the energy for later.

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The last period of the day was fucking study hall, and I wasn't sure how I managed be placed in the class. When I first entered the room, I tried to talk the teacher into letting me go home by flirting with her. She was single and mildly attractive, and I was well aware of the effect I had on females, so I was sure it was foolproof. However, Miss Cope must have been a lesbian, because she glared at me and told me to take a seat. I stalked off, ready to slam my books down on one of the fake wooden tables when I saw her.

She was sitting at a table by herself, looking down at her notebook. Seeing her made me rethink the tantrum I was about to throw from being denied leaving early, and Miss Cope was back in my good graces. The woman had, inadvertently, given me an opportunity to get to know my new conquest better.

Pulling one side of my mouth up into the smile I knew drove all the women crazy, I walked over toward the captivating beauty, determined that time was going to be a success. I slid the chair out, making enough noise to announce my presence. The girl stiffened slightly and then continued looking at her notebook. I sat down and spread out my books, trying to appear like I wasn't thinking about jumping her right that moment.

"Hello," I said softly. "I don't think we've been properly introduced. I'm Edward Masen."

I held out my hand as a gesture of goodwill, and she looked at it like it was diseased. Narrowing my eyes in confusion, I pulled it back slowly. She cocked her head to the side and studied me, the action making me squirm. I was used to being put under a microscope because of my looks, but the way she studied me…it was like she was trying to figure out every dark and dirty secret I had.

"So, you're new here," I cleared my throat. "Maybe I could show you around…let you get acquainted with the area…and maybe each other in the process?"

A burst of giggles broke the seductive stare I was trying to give her. I watched as she threw her head back, her giggles turning into full-blown laughter. I just didn't get it. What was the girl's problem? Was I dealing with a mental case?

She finally calmed herself and let out a loud sigh. "Oh, I thought they were exaggerating about you, but they were so right."

"What do you mean by that?" I asked, perplexed. I still couldn't get a handle on the girl.

She leaned in closer and spoke quietly, "I was told you're an arrogant prick who thinks he's God's gift to women. I thought, surely, no one is that conceited. Yet, here you are, and you've proven them right."

Damn.

I didn't know why, but the girl—this girl—calling me an arrogant prick made me want to throw her on the table in front of us and show her why I was so fucking conceited. Her words riled me up, and it was all I could do to stay in my seat. Gripping the edge of my chair, I licked my lip, preparing to respond to her words.

"I've yet to hear anyone complain, so I think that gives me the right to be a little arrogant, don't you think?"

She snorted. "Maybe no one wanted to hurt your feelings."

Oh, sweetheart, if you only knew.

Her words had me stirring, so much I had to adjust to give myself more room. As I scooted closer, I noticed little Miss Smart Mouth was squirming slightly.

"So, what's your name, princess?" I asked, glancing at her tits.

Her eyes flashed with rage as those plump, pink lips pressed into a thin line. Pretty, pink lips that would look good wrapped around my cock. I internally groaned at the image. Damn, I needed to fuck that girl already.

"Don't call me princess. And what's it to you, anyway?" she asked in a short tone.

"When I come, I like to call out the correct name. Girls tend to like that shit." I eyed her up and down.

"And what makes you think I'd stoop low enough to fuck you?" She cocked her eyebrow.

"Oh, sweetheart, we both know it's taking everything you have not to jump me right now. It's okay. I understand. I have what you need, baby."

"The only thing I need is for you to move your inflated ego to the other side of the room and leave me alone," she said, clenching her teeth.

"My ego isn't the only thing that's inflated at the moment," I winked, leaning in closer.

"Mr. Masen and Miss Swan, is there something you need to share with the rest of us?" Miss Cope called out from beside us. We both looked up at her, but not before I noticed the pink tinge to Bella's cheeks. Huh.

"No, Miss Cope," I said, flashing my pearly whites at her.

She glared at me and then turned to "Miss Swan," who was looking at her with wide eyes.

"I'm sorry. It won't happen again," she muttered to Miss Cope.

"See that it doesn't." Miss Cope turned on her heel and walked back toward her desk.

"You bastard," the girl, Miss Swan, seethed quietly at me when Miss Cope was out of earshot.

"If you would have just told me your name, we could have avoided the interruption. But, no, you wanted to be difficult," I said, waving my hand at her.

"Fine, it's Bella. Now go bother someone else. I'm not interested in you or your dick."

I laughed and picked up a book to read, not convinced, at all, she wasn't interested in what I had to offer. Bella was feisty…something I hadn't had the chance to experience, and I decided then and there I would find a way to bury myself deep inside the girl. With that kind of passion, I knew she'd be an amazing fuck.

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