Just want to clarify; Edward's POV is done by Victoriaa, Bella's done by BitchxPlease. Any other character POVs done, a note will be made as to who the author is. Review please.
Edward's POV
"Crashing at your place?" I asked, standing in front of her.
Fuck. That bitch was one fine piece of ass.
I felt Rose move closer to me on my right, as if she could hear what I was thinking.
"Hello? Bella…?" What the fuck was her problem? Could she not answer a simple fucking question? Jesus fuck.
"Is she dead?" I asked glancing from Bella over to Alice. I heard Rose mutter something beside me that I couldn't hear, but the fuck I cared what that slut had to say.
Rosalie sighed and wrapped her arm around mine.
"Let's go baby" She said softly in my ear. I rolled my eyes.
"Fuck it. I'm out," I looked at Bella once more and turned to leave.
I could feel how happy Rose was when I walked away from Bella.
Even though I sleep with girls other than Rose - she fucking hates Bella with all her guts.
I glanced over at Rose for a moment. Why was she so fucking hot?! I sighed, not wanting to think about her long or else I'd get a boner in public. How fucking embarrassing would that be? It's like I can almost hear Emmett teasing me now. Fuck.
Once inside I went to my locker and chucked my coat in it, Rose following me like a puppy. Fuck that girl had issues.
"Don't you have other friends Rose?" I asked, slamming my locker shut.
She simply shook her head. "None as good looking as you," she grinned while running her finger down the side of my right arm, giving my body chills. I don't know how, but damn that girl had a way with guys.
"Come on, you know you want me Cullen." I watched as she moved closer to me. "Skip school with me?" she purred into my ear.
"No Rose," I told her, meaning it, "Esme will have a fucking purple cow if I miss anymore school." She pouted. Fuck. She was so damn sexy. I sighed.
"Goodbye Rosalie." I couldn't miss school again. I barely come as it is. Esme would fucking flip, and lord only knows what the fuck Carlisle would do. I couldn't risk having my car sold to someone else either. Fuck.
"But baby," Rose said softly
.
"I'm not your baby Rose! I don't belong to you, or anyone else," I snapped.
The second bell rang; I was already late for homeroom. Jesus Christ! I kicked the locker that was directly under mine and stormed off down the hallway. Rosalie was probably pissed off, but when the fuck isn't she?
Oh yeah, when she is drunk or having sex. Hmm. Sex. I grinned to myself and walked into homeroom.
Once sitting the fuck down, I whipped out my cell phone and texted Jasper.
Wat the fuck was ^ with B 2day?
I put my cell back in my pocket after sending the text. I laid my head down on the desk, waiting for the bell to ring. What a long fucking day this was gonna be.
Bella's POV
What the fuck is wrong with me? Why couldn't I just form a single damn sentence when put in front of that man?
This was wrong, completely and absolutely fucking wrong. I needed to figure this shit out and quick. I can't be seen drooling over some asshole.
The term asshole was proved correct as he spoke. He was such a dick. But maybe that's why I drop to my knees at the sight of him?
Shit. Enough.
I shook my head, attempting to clear it of the dirty thoughts and plans I had for Edward-fuckinghot-Cullen, watching as the joint fell from my mouth to the ground. That was going to piss Jasper off, there was still half of it left.
Just as I was about to open my mouth I noticed that he had left. And with that stupid bitch Rosalie.
I looked from side to side, trying to figure out where he had gone, but neither of them were anywhere.
The other three were staring at me, eyebrows raised questioningly.
"What the fuck was that about Swan?" Emmett asked suggestively.
Emmett knew damn well what that was all about, he just wanted to hear me say it. And I was not about to flat out say, 'I want to do your baby brother. Everywhere. All night. Even on that sacred piano of his. In the back seat of his hot as fuck Volvo. On your kitchen counters. In your house. Loudly.'
Nope, was not going to say it.
"Nothing," I snapped. Oh yeah, that sound pretty convincing and earned another eyebrow raise from all before they thought better and dropped that subject. I may be small but I could hold my own.
"The party, tonight, be there. I have some shit you have to fucking try," Emmett announced to us all. Leave it to Emmett to have some form of alcohol or drug for us to try. He was constantly concocting drinks or finding laced drugs and shit that he wanted to show us. Whatever. We hadn't died yet and everything he had us try was amazing.
I nodded, reaching up to scratch the nape of my neck. "Alright."
We watched as Emmett turned in the direction of the front doors of the school. I now noticed how scarce the front lot was looking of people.
Ah shit. Should have listened to Alice earlier, we were definitely going to be late now. And it seemed Alice was fully aware of this.
Why she always threw a fit when she was late? I still didn't know. It's not like her parents thought highly of her education anyway; in fact they could probably care less about Alice. Those low life, drug using alcoholics were useless and probably oblivious to the fact that they did have a daughter.
"Fuck," she shouted, storming off toward the school. Jasper followed close behind her, but not in such a panicked rush. I brought up the end, not worrying about being late.
I was repeat offender when it came to tardiness, but I never got in trouble for it. I was one of the best students, my grades stayed high despite my extra-curricular activities.
"Jesus," I yelled after Alice, not caring to keep up with her quick pace. "You act like you're going to get killed if you're late, loosen up a little."
She continued on, her quick pace bouncing her short, black hair. "No Swan," she snapped, not missing a beat as she spoke. "Unlike you Bella, I actually like to be punctual and on time, not late every single day of my life. Though, I wouldn't mind being fashionably late, and seeing as though I'm wearing this shitty school uniform, that's not going to happen today."
And the race continued. I didn't argue with her, she had a point, and when she used those big words like 'punctual' I couldn't say anything; my brain was in overdrive trying to figure out what the hell the definition of the word was. I should really lay off the weed. I was honestly a smart girl, it just takes me a minute sometimes.
My shoes, black converses (absoultely the shit), lightly snapped on the ground as I fastwalked down the linoleum floored halls of the school. My lolligagging was not amusing Alice who was further in front of me, turning down the next corridor; we both had the same first class, English.
Ahh, the bane to my existance. Slight possibility I'm overexaggerating on that part, but I swear Miss Denali or Miss Tanya, it depends on your gender as to what you can call her by, has some sort of vendetta against me.
Jealous probably, but she always gave me a hard time. Especially after word got around that I messed around with one of the physician's assistants at the hospital. Caius, or whatever the hell his name was; some foreign European guy. Really hot, light hair and gorgeously toned body. But, a horrible lay. She really wasn't missing out on anything there. Jealous that Miss Denali was. So maybe I lied when I said the teachers wouldn't mind my tardiness...this one was going to be difficult.
It took my mind a minute to register that my feet had stopped and I nearly fell flat on my face. Once my thoughts caught up with my feet I realized why I had suddenly stopped. Edward. God damn him. My body was reacting to him without any command from my concious mind.
I watched as he stormed off, clearly pissed off. I could tell by the akward strut he was using. I knew that walk. It was the, 'WTF! I'm so effing pissed! Just leave me alone! I hate you!', dramatic dance of a walk that was entirely Edward. I had yet to see a single guy master something quite like that. And as fucking hilarious as it sounds, it's hot. Too hot. So hot it should be illegal.
My mind wandered, wondering and forming a guessing game as to why Edward could be mad now. It was a fun and humerous game I liked to play every now and again.
This time I decided Edward was mad because Emmett had discovered why he stayed in the bathroom so long at night sometimes.
Edward had a secret obsession with rubber duckies and had a secret collection under his bed that he pulled out when he would go take baths. With bubbles and all that shit, the whole nine yards of bubble bathing it with the yellow ducks.
A quiet chuckle escaped my lips, my little secret game bubbling over into reality.
"What the hell you laughing at Swan?" Rosalie bitched, stepping out in front of me as I continued to follow the quick as a bullet pixie ahead of me.
Ahh. It was now I realized the hurt and disappointed look on Rosalie's face. She was just turned down. Poor bitch.
I looked up at her with a smug smile. Rosalie had a few inches on me, but I could take her and her high maintenance attitude.
"The fact that you clearly just got shot down," I retorted, stepping around her.
I felt a skinny, warm hand grab my wrist tightly.
She didn't. She wouldn't dare.
"I did...," I heard the hoe's voice ring in my ears.
The hand that grabbed my pulled in an attempt to snap me back around, but it didn't have to try hard because she did. Rosalie shithead Hale just put her grubby, nasty hands on me.
Instinctively my body flashed around to face her again and my right arm rose in a fist, making contact with her face.
A sick crunch sounded as my hand collided with the Barbie's head along with screaming and yelling.
"Fuck!" I screeched, pulling my throbbing hand to my chest. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," I groaned in agony as I rotated in circles, begging the pain in my hand to stop.
Meanwhile, Miss 'I'm Better Than You' hoebag, was shouting a stream of profanities at me as she held her now bleeding nose and lip.
"I'm going to fucking press charges on you Swan!" she screamed at me, "Look what you did! I'm getting blood all over my clothes! My face is ruined!" Then the tears started streaming down her face and the sobs began. Good. I hope her face was distorted now. I just smashed my hand against her hard, fake ass face and broke it.
"Bella, do you not know how to keep your hands to yourself?" I heard Alice's voice scold, she was in front of Rosalie, a handful of paper towels in her hand. Alice was always prepared like that, wipping random things out of her Mary Poppin's bag. I was a little irritated that my supposed best friend was assisting my worst enemy, but I remembered that those two were close now too. It made me sick. But, Rosalie was worse than I was, and she was getting her nasty blood all over the school floors.
"Rosalie grabbed me first," I argued, by now other students were peeking out of their classrooms, forming jams in the doorways so the teachers couldn't get through. Idiots.
"Who cares?" Jasper's irritated voice sounded, "You probably just broke your hand shithead. Happy now?" He now stood in front of me, a smug look on his face.
Fuck you Jasper, fuck you, I wanted to shout at him. Instead I bit my tongue, holding back a pained scream as a shooting pain went through my hand. My face contorted and my eyes started to water.
"Aw, are you crying Swan?" a booming voice asked. God. Why can't the teachers control their damn students? Emmett was now in the hall. "Wow, you really fucked Rosalie up." I heard a shriek come from Barbie girl's and more sobs filled the hall.
My head was beginning to spin as the pain continued. "Shut the hell up Emmett," I forced between gritted teeth.
"Yeah Em, shut the hell up," Edward said, making his way out of his classroom and down the hall. Seriously, stupid teachers should grow some balls and learn to shove students.
"Lemme see your hand," he told me as he swiftly made his way in front of me.
My face got white and I felt as if I was going to throw up right at his feet as another wave of pain shot through my hand mixed with the heavy emotions I always felt when graced with his presence. I shook my head quickly, not daring to open my mouth, in fear of what might come out.
"Just let me see your fucking hand," he snapped, holding his own out to take mine.
I shook my head harder, clutching my broken hand to my chest and turning my body away, sheltering my battle wound from Edward. It already hurt like hell as it was, I was not about to let him touch it.
"Shit Bella, just let me fucking see it," he growled, his tone getting irritated. He took a step closer to me and went to grab for my left hand.
"No." Puke. All over his shoes.
Well, it got him to step back.
But he looked at me disgusted, his lip hitched up over his teeth in a grimace. He was speechless as his emerald eyes snapped from the floor to me and back several times.
I just stared at him, my mouth hanging open for a brief moment before the pain in my hand became too much for me to bite back.
"Ow," I yelped, cringing, a few tears spilled over as I continued my stare. "There was a fucking reason I didn't want you to take my hand!" I shouted at him. I wiped my mouth with the collar of my shirt and continued to stare at him.
"What's going on out here?" I heard the deep voice of one of the school staff ask.