Okay so time for some Edward fun. Next chapter will be Bella again. This chapter isn't as intense.
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Chapter 2:
God my head hurts! Where the hell is that fucking alarm?!
Edward thought as he rummaged around for his alarm, refusing to open his eyes, leading to him inadvertently grazing a few pairs of breast. Edward, frustrated, finally opened his eyes and quickly found his alarm clock and hurled it across the room into an unexpecting wall, making enough noise to cause the two girls on his sides to stir.
"Honey? What's wrong?" The red head on his left purred into his ear while running her nails down his chest.
Edward turned to look at Victoria then over to Lauren who had begun to place sloppy kiss on any available skin. Edward sat himself up grunting, sending the two girls flopping back down onto the mattress awkwardly.
"Uhh, you guys should leave, I've got to.... do something," Edward slurred out through the haze of his hangover, not giving a shit about angering either of the two whores in his bed.
What the hell happened last night?
....
Oh. Yeah....
...shit....
"But Eddie!" Lauren whined out, as Edward began to nudge her out of the bed and he made his way to the bathroom to begin his morning routine.
"Leave." Edward growled out, completely annoyed, slamming his bathroom door.
He began to brush his teeth as he waited for the water in his shower to heat up. After completely ridding his mouth of the taste of both Lauren and Victoria he stepped into the warm shower.
He held his face up into the spray, letting the water calm his pulsing head. He opened his eyes to reach for his shampoo, but was surprised to see Victoria standing in the shower just outside the spray. Surprised, but not that surprised.
"Lauren's gone," Victoria purred, winking at him.
Yeah and now how do I get rid of you?
"Oh."
"Yupp," she said. Popping the 'p,' Edward hated that.
She stepped closer to him putting her hands on his waist; she began to slide down his body until she was on her knees in front of him. He had to admit, he had fucked almost every girl on this goddamn rock, but Victoria was one of the most creative. That wasn't saying much.
Who am I to deny a woman her desires?
"Brace yourself, big boy," Edward had to hold back a scoff, Victoria was not that good. Still, he obliged, winding his hands into her hair as she took him into her mouth.
"No hands," Edward said as her hands began to raise towards his shaft. Edward knew he had upset Victoria due to the fact that his voice was too cool, and he was not grunting in the "throws of passion."
He began to pump himself in and out of her mouth, and finally grunted his release, reaching over her for his shampoo.
He turned around and began to lather his hair in the fresh smelling soap. He did not turn around when he heard Victoria angrily stomp out of his bathroom. He simply smirked to himself, glad to be rid of both the girls, and consequently, the majority of his headache.
Edward stepped out of his shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He walked out into his room, going over to check his cell phone.
15 UNREAD MESSAGES
9 MISSED CALLS
He scanned through the messages and missed calls, deleting all but one message from Emmett, his twin brother.
Wow dude. Victoria AND Lauren. AND they spent the night. I'm proud lil bro.
-Em
Emmett we are twins. I'm not your lil bro.
-Edward
Ahh but you are wee one.
-Em
Sorry we can't all be the size of a car Em.
-Edward
He was laughing as he flipped his phone shut when he heard a knock on the door.
"Yeah?"
"Oh, umm sorry I didn't know you weren't dressed," Rose stuttered when she walked into the room, turning her back to him.
"Aww Rosie, you weren't so shy last time," Edward chuckled out, with a knowing quirk of his eyebrow.
"What. The. Fuck. Edward!" she screeched out through clenched teeth, Edward could see the vein in her forehead, and noticed her fist clenching, but he couldn't help himself.
"Now that I remember, you were quite the feisty one," he was trying to hide his smirk. Trying, not succeeding.
She gave him her best death glare before obviously changing the subject, fists still clenched at her sides, "Is Emmett home? I couldn't find him or anyone else any where."
"Well he saw the girls leaving my room I know, so I guess he's around here somewhere."
"Okay. Thanks," Rose sneered, turning to leave.
"Wait," her hand paused on the doorknob, "uhhh....About earlier, I'm-I'm, I didn't-"
"Edward Cullen, are you apologizing?" She said whipping around to face him, a smirk obvious on her face.
"Don't tell anybody," Edward chuckled, returning her smirk. With that she turned around, leaving his room.
He quickly dressed and ran downstairs, grabbing some Asprin and coffee on his way out.
10:38, damn it I have seven minutes.
Edward made the ten minute drive in just under six minutes, a smug smirk in place as he ran into the building, simultaneously ripping off his shirt and shorts.
He was placing his goggles when he ran into his coach at the entrance to the pool. He saw relief flood his coach's face when he saw Edward. Why wouldn't he be relieved? Edward was nationally ranked, and had yet to place lower than second this season. But Edward had missed a few meets here and there. In his defense it had yet to actually be his fault. After all, whose fault was it that he didn't know how to get from all the girls he slept with's homes (and several open fields) to the secluded gyms they swam at. Certainly not his that would be way too much information.
He hurriedly jumped into the pool for a brief warm up before his first race. He loved swimming, it was so easy for him to just zone out. It wasn't unusual for him to win a race, and continue to swim unaware of this fact, his notorious 'victory laps'.
After five hours of on and off races, Edward sprinted out of the gym, throwing on his shorts and shirt over his still wet clothes. His relief from avoiding the "Edward fan club" was short lived when he spotted Jessica Stanley leaning against his car in her usual attire (a white shirt with a picture of Edward swimming from last year's yearbook across the front with the words "EDDIE THE FISH!" written in bright red letters under his picture, and the shortest jean skirt Edward had ever seen, and that's saying quite a bit) it would be funny if it weren't so creepy. So very very creepy.
"You were sooooo good today Eddie!" The girl gushed as Edward attempted to maneuver around her, trying to get to his car door.
"Thanks, glad you came," he didn't want to piss off too many girls today, he wasn't that stupid.
"Oh! Hehe, speaking of which..." she leaned in closer, lowering her voice, practically moaning into his ear, "I almost came when you did those last two victory laps."
"Really? Wish I could've been in the stands with you babe," he said turning away from her to unlock his car door, "but, I can't do anything tonight, family thing, sorry."
"Oh, okay! Well see you later!" Damn she was perky, Edward hated perky, not enough not to sleep with it, that took a lot.
She went to stand in front of his car, waving at him as he peeled out of the parking lot. He didn't wave back.
Edward didn't feel bad; he hadn't even lied to her! He actually felt quite good about himself. He did have a 'family thing' his mandatory Sunday night family dinner to be exact.
His mom was cooking in the kitchen when he got home.
"Dinner is at six!" She called out to Edward as he walked past the kitchen to the living room where the rest of his family sat. His brother and 'Dad' were sitting on the couches watching the game, and little Alice sat on the floor with Jasper as they whispered back and forth. It was almost too sweet, but Edward was happy for them, he just wasn't 'jealous' of them, he didn't want it. Ever.
"Where's Rose?" Edward asked.
"Well, umm, my car broke down, so she's helping me out in the garage," Edward's 'Dad' answered obviously ashamed that he couldn't fix it himself.
It wasn't that Edward didn't like his new stepfather, but it was just that Edward could tell he felt out if place still. It was his first year as a member of the Cullen family, it took some adapting. Edward could still see his awe at the amount of money the family possessed and the rest of the family's attitude towards it. But, none the less, Edward could tell he loved Edward's mom, Esme, Edward just needed to get used to Charlie.
Who saw it coming?! I hope not too many...
Carlisle COULD still be in the story, but he and Esme wouldn't be together, so tell me if you want him in it or not!
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KPB