Updated Chapter 2, now complete!! Sorry for the wait. Please reread! Edward finally meets Miss Bella, which is always fun.
Chapter 2 EPOV:
"Edward" a melodic voice rang out. Opening my eyes, I saw a hot brunette in nothing but a towel and a sexy smile full of innuendos standing at the foot of my bed. Her hair was wet and water droplets were running down her skin slipping underneath her towel. I wanted to follow their path with my tongue. I extended a hand to this beautiful girl with chocolate brown eyes and a soft voice.
"Wake up you little shit!" What the fuck? That agitating snarl did not belong to my brunette babe. Oh well, now where was I? Oh yes, my brunette babe here just decided it was too hot for clothing and was unpeeling her towel to reveal—KNOCK KNOCK.
"Motherfucker! What?!" I screamed, jerked out of my dream. My eyes opened to reveal my brother standing in my doorway and all traces of my morning arousal gone.
"Get the fuck up man, we're gonna be late for our first day" he whined.
"Emmett, why do you give a shit? No one is gonna care if we're late. We're new, we can say we got lost or something."
"There's one road in this bumblefuck town. We'd have to be idiots to get lost. Now get up, mom made pancakes." And with that, Emmett clambered down the stairs, making my bed vibrate with his retreat. Sighing and rubbing my hands through my hair, I got up and dressed in whatever was closest to my bed, turned out to be jeans and a grey button down. Slipping them on, I walked downstairs, half blinded by the sleepies still in my eyes and settled into a chair at the kitchen table. After rubbing my eyes clean, a steaming plate of banana pancakes sat in front of me and I dug in.
In between bites, Emmett reminded me that he was driving today. I groaned, "Mom, want to give me a ride to school today?"
"Why can't you go with Emmett?" she questioned.
"Because he has a ridiculous car and I wouldn't mind blending in today. No reason to cause a ruckus our first day," I pleaded, attempting my fool proof charming grin. She wasn't as easily swayed as the normal recipients of my smile.
Emmett interjected, "Suck it up man, you're driving me with today. Your car is coming in a week and you can blend in then. We Cullen men need to make a statement our first day that we are not to be fucked with." Emmett finished his speech with a fist pound on the table causing the silverware to clatter.
"Language, Emmett," scolded our mom, rolling her eyes at the same time. She can never take Emmett seriously, but then again, no one else can either. Standing at six foot five, he should have been an intimidating motherfucker, but instead he looked like a damn teddy bear with dimples he inherited from our dad, Carlisle. Women loved those fucking dimples.
"Fine, whatever," I sighed, hoping that my Volvo would arrive sooner than the car service estimated, "I'll be ready in ten."
It took us fifteen minutes and two left turns to get to Forks High School; Emmett drove slow, wanting to "enjoy the scenery." Pulling in next to an Audi A4 red convertible in the front row, I jumped out of Emmett's monstrous vehicle and looked at the school we'd be attending for the next seven months. It wasn't the usual huge brick structure with chain link fence we were accustomed to attending. Instead, it was a scattering of several small houses with large numbers, ranging from one to seven painted in white above the front doors. I snorted, well doesn't this look official?
"Come on, Eddie," Emmett was halfway to the main office and I jogged to catch up. Entering into the building with the appropriate title of "1" we were greeted with a friendly "good morning" by a plump woman dressed in mom jeans. Her nameplate read Mrs. Cope. After handing us our schedules, she described a bit about a typical day and located the main buildings for us on a postcard sized map. When the first bell rang, Mrs. Cope shooed us out of the main office while wishing us a great first day.
Fortunately Emmett and I had first period together, American history. Entering into the class we walked up to the teacher's desk and handed him the pink slip we needed to have signed by all of our teachers. Telling us he'd find us textbooks for tomorrow, he pointed to two seats paired in the left corner of the classroom and we shuffled our way past desks, Emmett bumping into several as his bulky frame tried to navigate the slender aisles.
I started to zone out as soon as Mr. Laine began his lecture, not really caring about the French and Indian War or the Proclamation Line of 1763, when Emmett leaned over to my desk whispering, "Check out the blonde," while indiscreetly pointing two rows up.
Starting at her legs, my eyes wove their way up her body, stopping along the way to appreciate some of her enhanced…ahem assets. She was built like a cheerleader, long muscular legs and flowing blonde hair. I couldn't see her face, but from the way this bitch held herself, sitting erect in her chair with her legs crossed, I knew she'd look like every guy's wet dream, with luscious tits and puckered lips. Speaking of wet dreams, I never got to finish this morning…I stifled a groan as my body reacted all too happily to the return of my towel-less brunette babe. Emmett, thinking the blonde caused my straining situation, quickly claimed her, "Hey man, I saw her first. I was just letting you have a little look so you could be jealous when I snag that."
Instead of bringing up my torturous, unfulfilled fantasy, I played it off, "Yeah, whatever, she's more your type anyway. And if her front is better than her backside, you better be thanking me that I'm not giving you any competition."
"As if she'd give you a second look. God she looks delicious, but definitely not a janitors closet kind of girl. Maybe I could sweet talk her into it…"
I decided to change subjects, "What do you have next?"
"English with Rosenbaum," he replied after tearing his eyes off the blonde's ass.
"Shit, I have Calc. Please tell me you have gym third period."
"Yeah, I'll see you then." The bell rang and Emmett rushed off, tailing the blonde from a distance, presumably to catch a glimpse of her face and then ravage her in the nearest closet. I took my time getting to calculus, having already taken it I wasn't too thrilled to have to sit through derivatives and shit again.
I made it to Building 4 with one minute to spare and approached Ms. Wilson's desk. She was a younger woman, not what I expected, mid-thirties with mousy brown hair and a prominent hooknose. Do not stare at it. Do not stare. Ugh, too late. She noticed my gaping and pointed me in the direction of an open seat without saying a word, her wide smile slipping into a grimace. Shit, just what I need on my first day.
I sat down next to a giggling girl who leaned over her desk and snickered, "You're on her bad side now."
"Yeah I've noticed." Turning, I found her face inches from mine, invading my personal space. Backing up, I took in her full cheeks and straight feathery brown hair. Her cleavage was on display with her arm folded under them, as though she were offering them up to me on a plate.
"I'm Jessica," she said in a breathless voice.
"I'm Ed—"
"Edward Cullen, yeah I know. My mom hasn't stopped talking about your family's arrival into town, something about your dad being a surgeon. My mom's a nurse at the hospital here, and she was excited about his arrival, something about bringing real talent into this town. I dunno." She waved her hand as though she were dismissing the subject. "I heard you have a twin, Emmett. Is he in this class?" She looked around expectantly. Jesus, she talks a lot.
"No he's not."
"Oh well, maybe you two could sit with us at lunch. You know, since you don't know anyone and all. My friend, Lauren is really excited to meet you."
"Yeah sure." Does my reputation precede me?
"Great! We should probably stop talking, I don't want to get you in anymore trouble with Wilson." Jessica ended our one-sided conversation and started texting someone on her phone. I snorted and Ms. Wilson shot me a death-glare. Shit.
I booked it out of calc and made it to the gym before Emmett did, so I found our assigned lockers and changed into the required gym uniform of a grey t-shirt and green shorts. I saw Emmett's head bouncing up and down over the lockers as he made his way towards me. He had a doofy ass grin on his face, so either he just got laid or he had snagged a date with the blonde, and I didn't want to hear about either, so I avoided eye contact.
"Eddie," Emmett broke the silence after he changed.
"What?"
"I'm the best brother in the world."
"Oh yeah? And why's that?" I smirked.
"Because I just found the perfect chick for you." I turned to face Emmett and he looked absolutely serious. I nodded for him to continue, "I was following the blonde from history, her name's Rosalie by the way, and yes, before you ask, I stalked her ass and she's fucking perfect. Didn't get to talk to her though…" he mused.
"Emmett."
"Oh yeah, sorry. So I followed her to her next class and she met up with this brunette chick, called her Bella or something like that, and holy shit man. It's like she was genetically created for you. Long hair, nice perky tits and a slender ass body."
I was mulling his description over in my head, creating a nice image as we walked into the gymnasium to sit on the bleachers. "You said her name was Bella?"
"Yeah and she's fucking beautiful." Hmm, Bella.
We were silent as the teacher took attendance and assigned us to a basketball group for the day. There were six of us, so we played three on three for the class period; Emmett and I were paired with a short Asian whose black hair shielded his eyes from actually seeing the damn basketball. Emmett and I normally play well together, but some blonde kid on the other team guarded me as tightly as a goddamn puppy and after forty-five minutes of play, we lost.
"Hey good game back there," yelled the blonde guy as we walked into the locker rooms, "I'm Mike by the way."
"Edward. And you too," I shook his outstretched hand. Emmett introduced himself and did the same.
"So…uhh hey, I heard you talking about Bella earlier," Mike mumbled, reaching a hand up to scratch his head. Shit, I hope he's not her boyfriend, because this is going to get fucking awkward. "I'd stay away from her. She's not someone you'd want to associate yourself with on your first day. She doesn't exactly have the best reputation here. So yeah, you'd do best to just leave her alone," he warned and then walked away muttering to himself.
Now I'm fucking confused…and intrigued. I looked over at Emmett and saw an identical expression on his face. "What the fuck just happened?"
"I dunno, man, but he's either her boyfriend or she's a crazy bitch," Emmett chuckled, "Let's get lunch, I'm starving." We changed quickly and headed to the cafeteria. We both had a free period off before lunch, so we decided to eat early and lounge in the cafeteria for the next hour and a half.
We bought our food; they had a surprisingly decent selection for such a small school, pizza, soda, and French fries. Forks High School didn't seem to be hit by the healthy, organic food wave that is sweeping obese America. A town this small; it's a wonder it's even on a damn map.
As Emmett and I scouted out a table, I remembered Jessica's invitation and saw her waving me over. I nudged Emmett and he gave me a curious smile, but followed without a word.
I sat down next to a beaming Jessica, who quickly introduced herself to Emmett, "Hey, I'm Jessica! You must be Emmett," her eyes scanning up his body. "This is Lauren, Angela and Mike." She pointed first to a stacked chick dressed head to toe in tight Abercrombie, then a timid girl with glasses, and then the puppy dog from our gym class.
"Hey guys." I offered a perfunctory hello and nod, then pretended to listen as Jessica yammered on and on about a party tonight. You're so much prettier when your mouth is closed sweetheart. I smiled at my own thought, turning my attention to Lauren who was trying to get a word in between Jessica's constant chatting. Now you're more like it. Pouty lips, some sweet ass curves underneath that painted on shirt and short denim skirt. If I angle just right I can probably see her panties…pink, probably a thong. I'm not surprised, it suits her. Wait…did she just spread her thighs wider?!
"So will I see you there?" I looked up from the juncture of Lauren's thighs to see her expectant and smirking face. Damn, she caught me, I' m usually much more suave. Feigning disinterest, I gave a casual, "Sure." As Jessica spouted out the details of the time and place, I looked over to find an oddly quiet Emmett searching the crowds.
"Blondie not here?" I teased, not used to seeing Emmett so determined to talk to a girl.
"No, she must have lunch next period." Emmett actually looked disappointed. She must have looked damn good from the front. He turned back to face the table and spoke, "So Mike, what the hell were you getting at before?"
"Nothing. Don't worry about it," he responded quietly.
"Alright man, I hope she's not crazy because I think Eddie here would like Bella." Jessica and Lauren immediately stopped their conversation and snapped their heads in Mike's direction. He actually cowered down in his seat.
"Bella Swan?" Jessica sneered.
"Leave it alone, Jessica," pleaded Mike.
"No, I will not," she punctuated each syllable, "Are you talking to that whore again? Did you not get enough the first time? Or are you begging on your hands and knees for her to take you back?"
"For the last time, she's not a fucking whore," snapped Mike, "And stop talking about her, you don't know anything." What is going on? This sounds like some sick love triangle.
"Ha. I don't know anything? Elaborate then please Mike. Tell me your whole sob story, I'm dying to hear it again."
"So help me God Jessica…"
Emmett seemed to have had enough, "What the fuck are you two talking about?"
"Stay away from Bella Swan. She is as weird and psychotic as the rest of her family," huffed Jessica. Mike just sighed; his head in his hands, clearly distraught from whatever Jessica was bringing up about Bella.
"Alright, alright," Emmett held up his hands, as though he were surrendering, "I didn't mean to start shit, I was just curious." Luckily the bell rang shortly after our table fell quiet and all four of them left for class.
"So what the fuck was that?" I asked Emmett once we were alone, my hands running through my hair, a nervous habit I've had since childhood.
"Dude, I have no idea, but she sounds untouchable so just leave it be," he advised. As usual, he switched subjects without pause, "Hey, check out Rosalie," he nodded behind me.
I turned my head to see Rosalie in an animated conversation; she was moving her hands, grabbing air, and gesturing wildly. Her tight sweater revealed a hint of supple cleavage, but with all her movements, her breasts were bouncing up and down, revealing more and more through the v-neck of her sweater. I looked up, away from her hypnotizing and gyrating boobs. Rosalie was perfect, just as Emmett had described. She had blonde hair, not the fake platinum bleached hair, but yellow hair that shined. She had on deep red lipstick and heavy makeup around her eyes, drawing attention to their bright blue hue.
"Fucking perfect right?" prompted Emmett, a smile of pride on his face, at having found her first.
"She's like Barbie reincarnated." I mused. Snapping my attention away from Rosalie, I turned to question Emmett, "So what are your big wooing plans?"
He shook his head, "No scripted lines this time my friend. I'm going au natural. Something tells me she's going to be one tough tiger to tame."
Just then a loud slap echoed through the cafeteria and we both turned our heads to see an irate Rosalie yelling at a girl at her table. I couldn't see much of her except a curtain of brown hair that cascaded down her back.
"Yup, a tiger all right," Emmett laughed after seeing Rosalie's antics, which sent a small black haired girl walking away from the table.
The rest of our lunch period was consumed with Emmett's sulking. He never got a chance to talk to Rosalie; she had gotten up to leave just as he got up the nerve to approach her. As the bell rang, I was all too happy to get to biology, what the hell is up with him anyway? He just met the girl…actually he didn't even meet her.
I entered the classroom and saw Lauren and Jessica sitting at a lab table together. As I was deciding whether or not this was a good thing, I saw Mike sitting behind them and immediately decided that no, knowing someone in this class was not a good thing. With all their secrecy about this Bella girl, I didn't really like the vibe I got from Mike, or Jessica for that matter. The last thing I want is to get involved in some seedy love triangle. Lauren seemed pretty uninvolved…I snuck a glance at Lauren and she gave me a wide smile and a subtle wink. Yeah, she's alright in my book.
I approached the teacher's desk, hoping to avoid another disastrous first impression and was greeted by an energetic man with square rimmed glasses. He introduced himself as Mr. Banner as I wordlessly handed him my pink slip. He turned to make an announcement, "Class, we have a new student joining us…Edward Cullen." He directed me towards the back of the classroom, "If you'll just take that empty seat in the back next to Isabella we can get started today."
Shuffling to the back of the classroom, I took the time to check out my new lab partner. She was pretty, thick brown hair and pale skin…she looked familiar though. She was staring straight back at me, or maybe behind me, I couldn't quite tell, her eyes were foggy, as though she was in deep thought, distracted. Then she smiled. Holy shit. She is my brunette babe reincarnated. My eyes bugged out of my head as images of my innocent lab partner clad in nothing but a towel came back at me full force.
I sat down onto my stool quickly, all too aware of the erection pressing against the confines of my jeans. I stared straight ahead, listening intently to Mr. Banner's lecture on cell meiosis, but my body, one throbbing part in particular, kept insisting that I turn to face the personification of my wet dream. I was being fucking haunted by my fantasy. I ran my hands through my hair, exasperated at how persistent my dick was being about my brunette babe, I need to get fucking laid.
I heard a giggle erupt next to me. She just fucking laughed at me. My fantasy is mocking me. I turned to stare at her, more out of anger than desire. But when I saw pink stain her cheeks and her mouth agape as she realized she got caught staring, my anger quickly dissipated, replaced by raw need. I imagined her flushed skin right out of a warm shower, her hair dripping water onto my chest as she straddles my waist, her towel discarded—NOT helping.
I groaned quietly and apologized to my balls, I'm sorry about your indigo hue today, I promise we'll take care of it as soon as we get home…in two more hours. Dragging my hands through my hair, I realized that I was not above pleading with the clock, Hurry up hurry up hurry up. Fuck. I tried distracting myself, thinking of my parents going at it, of Emmett's hairy ass, of Ms. Wilson's huge nose, of that time a freshman fucking bit my dick last year, but to no avail. My situation was here to stay as long as my brunette babe was within touching distance. Fuck fuck fuck.
Finally the bell rang and I watched my lab partner jolt out of her seat and damn it, she looked just as good from behind. As I was watching the sway of her jean clad ass, I saw her run smack into Mike's chest and then they kind of cuddled for a second. Weird. Reaching down, I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder just as I heard Mike ask, "Bella?"
That's Bella? My lab partner? My brunette babe? Emmett does know me well. I struggled to recall the name Mr. Banner said when I walked into the class…Isabella…Bella…Fuck I'm dense. Looking over, I saw Jessica fuming and her immature reaction confirmed it, my lab partner was the untouchable crazy. Strange how that doesn't bother me.
When my newest epiphany sank in, I realized that I felt an imaginary weight lift off my shoulders. My brunette babe was taken or tainted, whichever, so I shouldn't be haunted by her again tomorrow, being in her presence wouldn't be so damn distracting either. Smiling for the first time in an hour, I walked out the door past a frozen Mike, and headed to building 3 for Literature. Lauren slipped her arm through mine and I did nothing to remove it. Bold. "Hello there."
"Hey Edward." That's all she replied. Hm. We walked in comfortable silence until I reached my classroom and I nodded to the door, asking if she had Lit also. She gave me a coy smile and unlinked our arms, saying, "I'm this way. But I'll see you tomorrow night at Brandon's for the party" and then sashayed off down the hall. Very bold. I kind of like it.
The rest of the day went by quickly and painlessly and before I knew it I was leaning up against Emmett's car waiting for him to get out here so we could go home. He walked out of the building, or rather strutted, a triumphant smile on his face.
"What'd you do?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow at his antics.
"Nothing man. Nothing. Just held a door open for Rosalie earlier today. I'd say I'm officially in."
I scoffed, "I doubt she remembers you idiot."
"Oh she remembers me, even though we didn't talk." To further prove his point Emmett spotted Rosalie in the parking lot and waved, his arm fully extended above his hand. Looking over my shoulder, I saw her return the wave with one of those seductive finger-rippling ones.
"Well shit," I was surprised, Emmett is not known for his subtlety, especially in flirting.
Jumping into the car he explained, "I'm simply planting the seed my friend. Soon I will water the seed and it will grow into a plant, and then I will fuck the plant." I laughed at Emmett's misquoting as he pulled out into the stream of traffic.
"You are fuckin—" My insult was cut off as Emmett slammed on the brakes to avoid a collision with a red rickety truck that gunned out of its spot, inches in front of us. "Holy shit," I wheezed, my lungs crushed under the taut strap of my seatbelt.
"You okay man?"
"Yeah I'm fine…What a dick."
"I'm just glad my baby's okay," he said, patting and rubbing the dashboard like a child. "If anyone put a scratch on her I'd have their head." I rolled my eyes, but realized that I was just as anal about my car, if only it'd just fucking get here already.
When we got home, I trudged upstairs and collapsed on my unmade bed, reveling in the silence and comfort. It seemed like fucking forever ago, I was rudely awakened from this very spot, when in reality it was only eight hours ago. Thank god tomorrow is Friday.
I woke up two hours later and the sun had already set. Most of the branches outside my window had lost their leaves and where scratching at my window, causing goosebumps to erupt down my back. Sounds worse than nails on a chalkboard. Getting up, I stumbled my way into the bathroom for a shower, but my nap had made me disoriented and I stubbed my toe on a random book on the way. Goddamn, ow.
My big toe was throbbing as I shucked off my pants and stepped into the shower. The water was hot and steam was fogging up the glass doors. I closed my eyes and let out a low moan, the water felt amazing, the weather here was too damn cold. I lathered my hands up with soap and methodically started washing my body, when I remembered my brunette babe. Shit. This morning she had just come out of the shower and feeling like I was hallucinating, suddenly there she was, standing right under the water's spray. Her perky pink nipples calling out to me, water streaming down her breasts, pooling in her navel and skimming around the patch of hair at her thighs. A goddess…but also my lab partner. I wondered for a second if it was too perverted to jerk off to your innocent lab partner who hadn't spoken a word to you, but then I decided, she was my brunette babe first, before she was my wacky, bio partner. With that decision made, I reached for the soap again and imagined it was her petite hand instead of my callused one stroking me to my long awaited orgasm.