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Chapter Two: "Fuck It Friday" Bella's POV

Rosalie didn't seem to be enthusiastic about dressing me for my first frat party...but that was before her best friend Alice stepped into the dorm.

"Rose!!!" the dark-haired girl called from the door. Rosalie immediately went from frigid to warm as she ran and wrapped her arms around Alice, shrieking.

"Aaahhh!" Rosalie exclaimed. "Alice! I'm so glad you're home! I missed you!"

Alice also jumped up and down. "I missed you, too! I have so much to tell you! Introduce me to your roomies!"

Rosalie turned to us, an actual smile on her face. "This is Isabella," she pointed to me. "She's going to Jasper's frat's party tonight."

"Yay!" Alice squealed, clapping her hands and coming over to hug me.

"And I'm Jessica," said our other roommate, clearing her throat.

Alice turned and hugged her, too, but she turned back to me. "You're so pretty!" she said, adjusting the beret on her short black hair. "But are you wearing that to the party?"

I bit my lip. "Actually, I was just asking Rosalie what I should wear."

Alice scowled at Rosalie and turned back to me. "You'll have to forgive my best friend. She isn't as...enthusiastic about helping other people as I am. But I have the perfect dress for you! We're the same size, I bet. You have a tiny little waist."

"I can't wear your clothes," I replied quietly.

Her pretty blue eyes widened in surprise, and I realized she was almost as lovely as Rosalie. "Yes, you can! I mean, I live down the hall! We're practically neighbors! Come on!" She grabbed my hand and pulled me out of my room, into the hall. To my surprise, Rosalie followed.

As we sped down the hall, Jessica leaned out into the hall and called, "Guys? Are you just going to leave me by myself?"

"We'll be back!" Alice called.

I was pulled into an elaborately-decorated dorm while Alice chattered away. "It's so nice to meet you!" she said as she rummaged through the tiny closet. "I'm Alice, by the way. I'm Rose's best friend and pretend-sister. Oh, where is that dress?"

I stared at her tiny body. "Alice, I don't think I'll be able to wear your clothes. I'm a lot bigger than you!"

She waved her hand at me. "Only in height. I bet we're the same size. My dress might be a little short on you, but you have great legs! Why not show them off? Oh, here you are, you little sneak!" She pulled out a blue dress on a hanger. I just stared doubtfully at her.

"Isabella, try it on!" she exclaimed, shoving the dress at me.

So I had a guy's number, a party invitation, and a really generous friend--all on my first day. Not bad. Happy to have a friend, I decided to make her happy and I went back to my dorm to try it on.

Unbelievably, it fit. I was awed as I stared in the mirror. It was low-cut, showing some cleavage, and was fitted until it got to my legs. The skirt was loose and a little billowy, and went to my knees. It showcased my legs nicely.

Alice and Rosalie ran back into my room, squealing in delight. "Ahh!" Alice blabbered. "It's gorgeous! Let me do your hair and makeup."

By the time the party rolled around, I was looking fabulous and had heard every detail of Alice's life. She and Rosalie had grown up together and were "best friends for life". They had been cheerleaders and models together all through high school. Alice had just gotten back from Paris, where she served as an intern under some fashion designer. Her favorite movie was Bring It On and her current song obsession was something called "I Love College".

"You'll hear it tonight," she promised. "It's going to be the anthem of our freshman year."

I also learned, somewhat to my dismay, that she and Jasper had been going steady for three years. I decided not to tell her that he had invited me and given me his number. At least, not until I asked Rosalie about it.

"Jazz doesn't know I'm here," Alice revealed. "I'm going to surprise him tonight. That is, if he isn't shitfaced."

That last word put butterflies in my stomach. Alcohol...sex...and drugs, maybe? I sincerely hoped not. I had been raised by a police chief. I was trained to reel at the thought of dangers like that.

"Hmm, well you are now officially perfect," Alice announced after she

brushed some blush on my cheeks.

I did look great, I had to admit. I looked older and more mature and...sexy.

"I'm glad you had a push-up bra," Rosalie mused. "You sure are working the goods. My boyfriend better keep his paws off you."

I blushed furiously. "I hope I feel as confident as I look."

"You will," Alice promised. "Just get some tequila in you."

Rosalie and Alice looked absolutely killer in their outfits. Alice wore a black minidress with stiletto heels. Rosalie wore a red, revealing halter dress and tall black boots. She was quite possibly the only girl I knew who could get away with that getup.

Jessica was dressing as if she was going with us, though Rosalie had made it clear she wasn't invited. After seeing how sophisticated the three of us looked, Jessica's ensemble was, well, laughable. She wore a black and pink dress that appeared to be constructed of shiny plastic and white gogo-style boots. She looked like a Spice Girl, and I wondered if she was stuck in the nineties.

But Jessica didn't leave with us. We piled into Rosalie's red BMW convertible--me in the backseat, Alice riding shotgun--and immediately an upbeat song started playing. Alice let out a "Whoo hoo!" and after listening to the lyrics, I knew it was the song she had been talking about.

"So fill up my cup, let's get fucked up. I'm next on the table, who want what? I am champion at beer pong, Allen Iverson, Hakeem Olajuwon. Don't even bounce, not in my house. Better hope you make it otherwise you naked. Time isn't wasted when you're getting wasted!"

I had to admit, it was a catchy song.

We pulled up to the bustling Delta Kappa Epsilon house. People were hanging out inside, outside, on the balconies, and even on the roof. Loud music was playing and there were crushed red plastic cups everywhere.

"My, oh my," Rosalie murmured. "Last night was Thirsty Thursday, and it wasn't this bad this early. It looks like tonight is Fuck It Friday."

I looked over at her to see if she was joking. She didn't appear to be.

Rosalie managed to park the car down the street. I walked carefully in my kitten heels, trying to calm my nerves. Maybe Alice was right. I did need a stiff drink.

As soon as we entered the house, Rosalie ran into the arms of an extremely tall, buff, and sexy man. He wore a Department of Athletics t-shirt and a sideways baseball cap with our mascot on it. "Rose!" he called, kissing her and grabbing her butt. I saw Jasper right beside him, laughing with the most beautiful male I had ever seen.

This unfamiliar man had a perfect face with a sharp nose and jaw, and green eyes that resembled emeralds. His deliciously kissable mouth was stretched into an open smile, revealing perfect white teeth. His bronze hair was completely untidy, but it screamed sex. If that even made sense. As he laughed, he ran a large hand through his hair.

Jasper looked over to me, and he smiled. But he was distracted as soon as he noticed Alice. His jaw dropped and he ran to her, scooping her tiny body up and kissing her sweetly. They embraced each other openly and lovingly.

Okay, now I was uncomfortable being alone.

But sweet little Alice remembered me, and she ushered me over. "Isabella," she said. "This is my love, Jasper. Jazz, this is my new friend Isabella."

Jasper smiled adoringly at her. Damn, he loved her. That was obvious just in the way he looked at her. So why was he flirting with me and giving me his number?

"Yes," he was saying. "I helped Isabella move in when I was helping Rose."

Alice clapped her hands together. "Ah, splendid! Now put me down so I can go see my brother."

Jasper set her on her feet and she crossed to the unbelievably good-looking guy, giving him a hug. Of course they were siblings--they were both movie-star gorgeous. He hugged her tightly, kissing her hair. "Alice," he said in a beautiful voice. "I have to say, as your big brother, I do not approve of your revealing outfit. Especially since you're now a college student."

She rolled her eyes. "Gee, I missed you, too. Do you approve of Isabella's outfit?"

This stranger's amazingly bold green eyes turned to me, and they widened. "I think I approve of this girl as a whole. Who's your friend, little sister?"

Alice smiled dazzlingly. "This is Isabella Swan. She is Rose's roomie."

The boy cringed. "I'm sorry, Isabella. That truly sucks. I'm Edward. I happen to be Alice's protective older brother." He gave his sister a noogie in her black hair. "And Jazz's best friend."

Jasper gave us a goofy grin. "I think I like this connection," he drawled, motioning to me and Edward. "Can I get you two something to drink?"

"Budweiser for me," Edward said.

Completely inexperienced in alcohol, I just went with Edward. "Same for me," I said quickly.

Jasper and Alice ran off together. Edward turned to me and patted the spot next to him on the counter he was sitting on. "Come join me. I must say, I like a Budweiser girl."

I smiled dumbly. "Yeah, we're the best."

"So where are you from?"

"Washington State," I told him, crossing my legs so no one could see my goodies. I had worn a thong, and all I needed was some pervert looking up my dress.

"That's cool," he said. "How do you like Phoenix?"

I shrugged. "It's hot."

He laughed, and I could smell stale beer on his breath. Instead of repulsing me, it kind of turned me on. I wanted to taste his perfect mouth, as wrong as I knew that was.

Luckily, Jasper and Alice came back with two cold bottles. "Here you go!" Alice said cheerfully before grabbing Jasper's collar and leading him somewhere else.

Edward sighed and shook his head. "I swear, I could kill that prick over her."

"I thought you were friends," I said, confused. Quickly, I took my first swig of beer. It tasted like the scent of Edward's breath. It didn't taste as good as say, chai tea, but it wasn't bad.

"Oh, of course we are!" he replied. "We've been best friends since our mothers were only expecting us. But still. Alice deserves someone better. Of course, no one will ever be good enough for my little sister."

She probably did deserve someone better. Especially since "that prick" had made a move on me.

"Anyways," he shrugged. "What are you majoring in?"

I blushed. "Uh, English literature. I know, it's nerdy."

He laughed. "It's not nerdy! I'm just jealous. I never could spark an interest in literature, which made me blind as to how to comprehend and understand it. But, as you know, 'One half of the world cannot understand the pleasures of the other.'"

Now my eyes widened. "You've read Jane Austen's Emma?"

He shrugged. "I had to read it in high school. That's the only thing I remember about it, because I had to write a paper on that quote."

"Well, I'm impressed," I replied, knocking back another big gulp of beer. I noticed his bottle was already half-empty.

"I'm more of a science man myself," he said. "I'm pre-med."

"That's even more impressive," I replied. "Is there a certain field you want to go into?"

He shrugged. "Some kind of surgeon. My dad was a surgeon."

"That's cool," I said. "Far more impressive than me. I want to be a professor eventually, after I get my fill of literature."

He shook his head. "No, that's very admirable. Where would we be without teachers?"

Just then, we were interrupted by the one person I didn't want to see right now. My roommate Jessica staggered in front of me, hanging around some creepy-looking guy's neck. "Hey, Isabella!" she said obnoxiously loudly. "This is Mike."

"Jessica?" I asked warily. "Who invited you? Are you drunk already?"

Mike laughed. "She just finished her fourth margarita."

They walked off, Mike groping her while she laughed. I know I must have looked astonished, because Edward brushed some hair out of my face and turned my chin so I was looking at him. "What is it?" he laughed.

I shrugged. "I'm just...not used to this whole scene."

He smiled crookedly, almost making my heart stop. "Do you want to go somewhere else?"

I nodded wistfully, and he took my hand. I watched the muscles in his neck as he swallowed the last of his beer. He was so sexy. I drained mine as well and left the bottle on the counter.

Carefully, he guided us through the throngs of people, making sure I didn't trip or get showered in alcohol.

Finally, when we were outside, I felt like I could breathe again. He led me to a silver Volvo and opened my door for me. When we were both settled in the car, he asked, "Where do you want to go?"

I shrugged. "I don't really know Phoenix that well at all. So you choose."

He stared at me thoughtfully. "Do you want to go to my dorm? It'll be quiet there."

A shiver shot through me, and Jacob's face filled my mind. Would this be cheating on him?

Well, no. Edward never said we had to fuck. This was harmless, like going to a friend's house. Just like high school.

"Sure," I said. "That sounds great."

As he drove us to his dorm, I noticed his campus parking sticker on his windshield. According to the graduation date, he was a junior. So he was older than me. Not by much, though. It wasn't like he was a professor or something.

He drove us to a dorm building much like mine, but without all the people. The sign on the door said this was Dwyer's Hall for Athletes.

"Why don't you live in the frat house?" I asked him.

He laughed. "Well, I am a member of Delta Kappa Epsilon, but I think I would kill myself if I lived in that environment 24/7. Besides, this is basically free housing."

"What sport do you play?" I asked him as he unlocked the door and led me in by my hand.

"Baseball. Luckily, conditioning hasn't started yet, so I'm allowed to have a life for a little while. I room with my brother Emmett. He plays football."

I wondered if Emmett was as gorgeous as his siblings. Probably so.

We rode up the elevator to the third floor and went to his room. His dorm was, well, incredible. It had two private bedrooms and a sitting room with a kitchenette. "All of this just for being an athlete?" I gasped.

He laughed. "Yeah. It's quite unfair, isn't it?"

"I'll say," I replied.

"Let me get you something to drink." He walked to the kitchenette and opened the mini-fridge, pulling out two Budweisers. What was with college guys? Was cheap beer like their water?

There was only Edward's twin bed and the futon to sit on. I went with the futon. He popped the caps off the bottles and came and sat beside me, turning on some soft music. I took the cold bottle from him and downed a large drink.

"You know, you really are beautiful," Edward murmured, his finger tracing my cheekbone. Softly, his fingers wound in my hair and tucked it behind my ear.

"Thank you," I replied quietly, thrilling at his touch. I could already see how capable those hands were; how good they could make me feel...

"Do you know what your name makes me think of?" he said again, his hot breath blowing on my ear.

I swallowed my drink again, shaking my head.

"Bella is the Italian word for 'beautiful'," he murmured into my ear. "I think it fits. Do you mind if I call you Bella?"

I shook my head. "Not at all." I didn't mind it, but it bothered me. Jacob was the only guy who was allowed to call me beautiful. That's what my head told me. So why did I feel so honored when this gorgeous creature called me that? I took a huge gulp of beer, fighting the image of Jacob's face in my mind. God, I felt guilty.

Very softly, he leaned in and kissed my earlobe, heightening my guilt. It felt incredible and sensual and just this tiny touch made my thong wet. Thinking of Jacob's handsome face, I took another huge swallow of beer. Lord, beer me strength...

Edward's lips traced down to my neck, where his tongue lightly darted out, and then back up to my ear. Softly, his teeth grazed my earlobe. Oh, fuck. He was too good at this. I was already feeling tipsy and horny and...unfaithful.

By the time his lips made it to mine, I was all too willing, erasing Jake completely from my mind. He pulled the bottle from my lips and replaced it with his mouth. After he had put the bottles on the coffee table, I climbed over into his lap, straddling him. His tongue was playing roughly with mine, his hands holding my ass firmly. I could feel the bulge in his pants against my body.

And I wanted it.

I pulled away for air and started to unbutton his shirt. His chest and abs were so perfectly toned...I was sure I was soaking his lap through my lace thong. Worried about doing that, I slid off his lap and unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them off. It looked like a tent was popped in his boxers, and I stared hungrily.

"Mmm, my Bella," Edward almost growled. "That's not very fair--I want to see you, too."

His hands straightened me up so I was standing before him, and they lightly unbuttoned the front of my dress. My lacy push-up bra was shown, and he licked his lips. Softly, he leaned forward to run his tongue along my collarbones. I moaned in absolute pleasure, and wiggled to shake the dress off.

He protested as I pulled away, but whistled softly when I turned around and bent over to pick up the dress. It did belong to Alice, after all, and I didn't want to just leave it in the floor. I tossed it onto the futon.

Edward stood up and lifted me up into his arms, carrying me to his bed. He laid me on it and straddled me, his hands running down my torso softly. I pulled his mouth back to mine, sucking his tongue the way Jacob liked it.

Jacob. He would be so hurt by this. I paused as I felt little stabs of guilt.

"What is it, baby?" Edward murmured as he started to kiss the tops of my breasts exposed by my bra.

What the hell? Come on, Isabella. You're in fucking college. You're a fucking adult. Jacob will never find out.

"Nothing," I replied as Edward pressed his erection into my thigh. "Nothing at all." I inhaled sharply as he bit the flesh of my breast.

"Did that hurt?" he asked, his beautiful green eyes studying my face in concern.

I smiled and took his face in my hands. "No. It felt good. I was just surprised."

He laughed and bent so his lips were brushing against mine as he spoke. "I never said my intentions with you were honorable."

As I giggled, he crushed my lips with his.

Sadly, we were interrupted then by a familiar voice and an extremely loud laugh. Rosalie and her apparent boyfriend poked their heads into Edward's room. "Oh, shit!" I gasped, yanking a sheet over us.

The guy laughed. "Good job, little bro! Starting the semester right, I see."

"Shut the fuck up, Emmett!" Edward yelled, throwing something at him. "Go to Rose's dorm! There isn't anyone there!"

Rosalie cackled.

"Is that your brother?" I whispered to Edward.

He nodded and rolled his eyes.

"Sorry, Eddie," Emmett laughed. "A bunch of people are coming over to play poker."

"Fuck," Edward whispered before yelling, "Close the door, you dick!"

Emmett closed the door rather loudly, and I lifted the sheet from us.

"We can stay in here," Edward said longingly, his hands going to my ass.

I cringed. "Will they be able to hear us?"

He displayed that crooked smile again, making me melt. "Not if I tie you up and gag you."

My eyes widened. I wasn't sure if he was being serious or not.

He laughed. "Silly, beautiful girl. We'll just be quiet."

Okay. That could work...

"Do you have a condom?" I whispered as his fingertips slipped under the strings of my thong.

"Good thinking," he purred as I started to kiss his shoulders. He rolled over to open the drawer of the bedside table, and rummaged around in it. "Uhh..."

"What?" I breathed against his skin.

"I don't have any. Do you?"

I shook my head. "No. I wasn't actually planning on getting fucked tonight."

He laughed and kissed the inside of my wrist. "Let me go see if Emmett has one."

"No!" I gasped, blood flooding into my cheeks. I couldn't handle that kind of embarrassment. "I'll just--I should leave."

"No," he said softly. "We'll go buy some. Please don't leave me alone."

I frowned. "We're too tipsy to drive. Besides, I have freshman orientation tomorrow."

He gripped my hips. "Stay. Play poker with us."

"I don't know how to play," I admitted.

He shrugged. "Maybe it'll be strip poker, so if you lose, you're actually winning with the guys."

I stared at him again, the blood back in my face, creating tell-all pools in my cheeks.

He laughed. "I'm kidding! Do you think I'm going to share this with any other men?" He placed a kiss between my breasts.

I smiled at him. "Um...my dress is on the futon."

He bit his lip. "That could be a problem, couldn't it?" he teased. "Let me go get it."

He kissed me long and hard before going to retrieve my clothes.