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Rosalie. Fuck Rosalie! Actually no. No fucking Rosalie, the little skank would enjoy that. Well then…damn Rosalie! Yeah, damn Rosalie to the deepest pit in hell. It's her fucking fault I have to sit next to Bella-the-fucking-cock-tease-chick. It's Rosalie's fault I'm sitting here praying the tease doesn't do anything like her cock teasing self, so I can have peace for one night. One fucking night! Is that too much to ask for?

"Pass the peas, please, Edward."

I almost snickered. It's just like Esme to say something so 'perfect house wife' in her attempt to make this seem like an all American family dinner. Ha! Like there was anything "normal" about our dinners—or our family for that matter—especially since Carlisle turned our house into a fucking institution for the completely fucked up.

I passed the peas to Esme.

I couldn't deny the humor in our new seating arrangement. Carlisle was at the head of our table, as he always was with Esme at his right, but now he had Renee at on his left. It was amusing to see Carlisle between two women. The present and the past. They were completely opposites. Esme was furious and bitchy and she had him totally whipped. Renee on the other hand was quiet and nice and—from what I heard, through the door of Carlisle's study while he and Esme discussed the possibility of having guest' which means Esme yelled at him for two hours straight—needy, extremely suffocating and a total stocker.

Next to Esme was Emmett and next to him—in my fucking seat I might add—was Rosalie. Next to her, across from Carlisle, was Alice and all her gothness. Which came all the way back to me, sitting conveniently in between her and the Bella chick.

Needless to say I was fucking pissed. Bella eyed me cautiously from the corner of her eye, through her hair. She let it drape over her shoulder as a curtain between us.

Fine by me, out of sight, out of mine, out of proximity to my cock. All I need is to survive this dinner and then I don't have to worry about her for the rest of the evening. I can go back to ignoring her…to the best of my abilities. The more I thought about it, the easier it seemed.

This would be so hard after all, I thought optimistically.

I'm a fucking idiot. The second the thought left my brain the Bella chick wrapped a mouthful of spaghetti around her fork and put it her mouth. I stopped chewing. A string of spaghetti hung from her mouth so she—fuck me in half—sucked it! She literally just sucked it all as in twirled in the air, right before entering her mouth. I swallowed my food. She hummed and smiled as her tongue darted out to lick some sauce off the corner of her mouth.

"Hmm, this marinara sauce is absolutely deliciousEsme." Bella complimented licking her lips and smiling appreciably at my mom.

Hard. Rock hard. I could feel it. I fucking hated her for it.

She peeked at me and slimed shyly.

What?!

"I'm glad you like it honey, I'll let Ms. Cope know." Esme smiled then took a sip of her drink.

Bella's eyes flickered to me again and I seethed.

She quickly averted her gaze to her food before picking up her drink. She stuck her tongue into it gently before bringing in to her lips and taking a sip.

She peeked at me again.

That little bitch! She knew what she was doing to me. She was doing it on purpose!

"So Rosalie, your mother tells me you've been offered a scholarship," Esme said, taking a meatball and carefully taking a bite of it, all lady-like.

Rosalie smiled smugly. Arrogant bitch… "Yes, for cheerleading. Actually I've been offered a few." She stated.

I rolled my eyes.

"Well that's impressive. Your mother must be so proud."

"Yes, she is." Rosalie smiled. Emmett threw an arm around her, as if he was the one responsible for his Barbie-of-a-girlfriend's "success."

I held back a snicker. The two were perfect for each other. Two arrogant, annoying, selfish, sex driven idiots… Who would have thought!?

"You know Rosalie, Renee here, was a cheerleader too. Weren't you Renee?" Esme turned her attention of the women across her. She wore a warm smile but I could see the evil lurking bitch behind it.

Renee looked up to see seven pairs of eyes on her. Even Alice was looking. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She obviously did not like all the attention on her. She cleared her throat and put her fork down as she realized we were all waiting for her to say something.

"Um, yes, I was." She said to her food then looked up briefly to see all eyes were still on her.

"Why don't tell us about it. I bet Rosalie would love to hear about someone with so much experience." Esme said still wearing her fake ass smile.

I kinda felt sorry for her. I knew how much of a bitch my mom could be, especially when she was trying to make a point, or an example of someone. The worst part is that she would smile and be all polite about it. She wasn't one of those straight out in your face kind of bitches. No, Esme was special. All her treats were covered in frosting and dipped in chocolate, which in a way just mad it all that more scary for her poor fucking victim.

"Uh, well…I don't think you guys would want to here about an old woman's-"

"Oh no. We'd love too! Isn't that right Rosalie?" Esme turned to Rosalie. Rosalie smiled encouragingly and nodded her head. "I'd love too." She said every bit as fake as my own fucking mother.

Another pair that's perfect for each other.

"Um, well…if you insist. Uh, well I had a lot of fun. It was my favorite thing in the world. I was pretty good at it back in the day-"

"Pish posh! Don't be so modest Renee. I heard you were phenomenal! Promising. That's what they said isn't it?" Esme said still smiling like a Stepford housewife.

"Uh, yes, I believe they did say something along those lines…"

"Well what happened?" Rosalie asked.

Renee scratched her neck. "I, um, had to stop…"

"Don't be so vague Renee. Tell her what happened." Esme warmly demanded, her knife pointing at Rosalie then back as she chewed slowly.

Carlisle looked extremely uncomfortable, even more so than Renee, as if they were discussing his death or some shit like that.

"I had…um…the was an incident…with a car…"

"Oh it was horrible!" Esme said with mock worry, taking over for Renee who was not giving as much detail as Esme wanted. "It was in the papers, wasn't it dear?" Esme didn't even give Carlisle a chance to answer, though I doubt he would have, before launch back into the story. "A case of drunk driving. Two cars collided. Went right over the bridge. Oh it was just horrible."

"That sounds awful." Rosalie said, reaching out to take Renee's hand, "I'm so sorry."

Renee locked up at her. "Don't worry about it, it was long ago now."

"Well everything happens for a reason, doesn't it?" Esme said cocking her head to a side while gazing at Renee.

"I guess so, if it wasn't for that accident I might have never had this angel," Renee wrapped her arm around the Bella chick, bring her close and rubbing her arm, "and she's the best thing that ever happened to me. Can't imagine my life without her."

"That's sweet." Esme said, not meaning a fucking word.

"Did anyone catch the game?" Emmett said excitedly, breaking the weird silence.

***

"Thank you Ms. Cope." The Bella chick smiled up at her.

"No problem Ms. Bella." She smiled as she picked up her plate then proceeded to pick up mine.

I was dying to escape, and head back to my room where I would have to deal with Esme's bitchiness, the Bella chick's cock teasing, Emmett's stupidly, Carlisle's pussyness, Rosalie's arrogance, Alice's deadness, and Renee's…

"So Edward," Rosalie turned her attention to me, once Esme, Carlisle, had excuse themselves for a minute and Renee went to the bathroom, "I hear you and Jessica are no more, how sad." She frowned like a two year old. What kind of fucked-up question was that? Her and Jessica were best friends on the cheer squad, of course she would know if we were together or not. Not that we ever.

"Cut the bull shit." I said.

She blinked, pretending to have no clue what I was talking about. "I have no clue what you're talking about." She said.

Ha! Predictable little skank.

"You know damn well, you little whore." I knew Emmett wouldn't like that…

"Hey Edward-" See, I know him so well…

Rosalie's face harden. "Listen you bastard," wow she dropped her nice act quick and completely cut off Emmett.

"No, how about you listen to me. I don't want to hear shit about her, okay? Tell you little friend to stop fantasying and pretending we were at some point together she has to stop texting me and stocking me cause it annoys the hell out of me and, quite frankly, it's pretty fucking pathetic."

She was really pissed now. "Listen you little fucker, you owe here and explanation and on top of that a damn good apology, you really hurt her and-"

I scoffed. "Save it, ice princess, don't give a shit and I got to explanation to give. Jeez, let a girl give you a hand job behind the bleacher of a football game a suddenly you're engage or something."

There was loud gasp next to me right before my groin area suddenly became very wet and cold.

"Fucking shit!" I yelled, jumping up.

Rosalie started cracking up. "Serves you right ass hole."

"Oh my god! I am so, so sorry!" the Bella chick said, her hands on her extremely red face. "Let me help you!"

No, no, no! Bad idea!

But it was already too late. She got one of our cloth napkins and started scrubbing, seeming oblivious to the hard on I had. I yanked away before she cold makes matter worse. "No thanks. I think you did plenty already." I said coldly before storming out of the dinning room.

"Edward! You know mom doesn't like us leaving dinner early!" Emmett called behind me, humor clear in his voice.

"I don't give a shit!" I yelled back before heading up the stairs.

Once I got to my room I could feel my erection through my pants.

Well this is going to have to be taken care of

I sighed, fucking hate her.

See this little button down here?

She's kind of a whore and enjoys being touched. Please her?

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