Here is chapter 2. The chapter isn't very long but I hope you like it :)
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Thanks to Mads and Katrina :)

Chapter 2: The bet

EPOV

When I arrived home my adoptive sister Rosalie was in the living room, lying on a couch reading a magazine. Rosalie was the most gorgeous and attractive woman I have ever met. I always referred to her as a woman and if I didn't I knew she would get mad. She had long blond hair with slight curls, and her skin was just as pale as mine. She had a remarkably perfect body with good curves and long legs. She could make every male swoon. She was the type that could silence a whole room just by entering it.

Every girl at school looked up to her, and wanted to be her. It was like most of the girls idolized her. The girls wanted to be like her, the boys wanted to be with her. She was the most popular girl in school, and she loved it. She loved getting attention. People loved her because she was a nice person, and she always took some girls under her wings, as she would put it, to help them out.

I was the only one that knew her for who she truly was. The nice person she pretended to be was just a facade. She wanted everyone to adore her and think she was nice. That way she could get everything her way, and she really did. Most people saw her as the sweet popular girl, who would never hurt anybody. But it was all a facade. At school some had already gotten to meet the real Rosalie when she was done using them. She always used people to get what she wanted; that could be either revenge over a person like Ben for dumping her, or she used people to get to know the right people and then to screw them. She really was a bitch, and the people that had seen the bitch, didn't have the guts to tell the truth to anyone. Rosalie could as easily ruin your reputation. She was the queen of our high school.

Rosalie had the feistiest temper and I really loved it when she was in what I would call the "killing mood". If things didn't go her way she would get really mad, and would throw stuff around. One day she was really mad because Ben had refused to go out with her since he would rather want to watch a ball game with the guys, and one of our maids had entered her room without knocking. Rosalie had yelled like a mad woman and threw stuff after the maid, and threatened to fire her if she ever disturbed her again.

Except for the maid, I was one of the only ones that had experienced that side of her. She was really good at acting and keeping a facade just like I was. I had a really close relationship with her, but there were things we didn't share with each other. But we always shared our accomplishments in sleeping with people.

Rosalie looked up from the magazine when I entered the room.

"How was your last day with Mrs. Stanley?" She had her eyes on the magazine again.

"Pointless," I sat down beside her, and threw my right arm around her, and moved in and placed my mouth at her ear. "But I won. She was furious."

Rosalie stood up and looked bored at me. "Congratulations Edward. Another game accomplished." She threw the magazine on the coffee table and walked over to the mini bar, and pulled out two glasses and filled them with Martini.

"It appears we have a lot to celebrate." She gave me one of the filled glasses.

"Thanks. Are we celebrating more than the fact that I slept with my shrink's daughter and buried her afterwards?" I was actually curious to know.

"Yes, we're also celebrating that our parents are going to Paris for two weeks on vacation. That means more alone time and better opportunities to enjoy ourselves. They will leave on Friday."

I stood up, placed my glass on the coffee table and walked up behind her and laid my hands on her shoulders. "What do you mean exactly when you say 'enjoy ourselves'?" I whispered in her ear.

"I'm not finished." She shook me off and turned around to look at me.

"What more are we celebrating? I think we may have to throw a party." I winked at her.

She groaned at me, and sat down in the chair opposite the sofa. "You know that Ben dumped me over some stupid little girl right?" Rosalie pouted.

"Yeah, and we're celebrating that you got dumped?" I raised my eyebrow at her.

"I'm not done yet. Let me finish, you idiot!" She hissed at me. I threw my hands in the air, as if I surrendered.

"I found out who the girl was, and her name is Angela, and luckily she's in our school." She made a disgusted sound over the word 'luckily'. "So I am pretending to be her friend now. She's thrilled of course that I would ever talk to her." Rosalie rolled her eyes.

"So what's in it for you to play best friends with her?" I sat down in the sofa again.

"Keep your friends close, but keep your enemies closer." She looked at me.

"If I know you right, there is another reason behind." I flashed her, my crooked smile.

"You know me better than anyone else." Rosalie winked at me and stood up from the chair and sat on top on me. "You'll have to seduce our young Angela. Make her into a slut, and ruin her reputation. Ben will be devastated." She brushed her lips against mine.

"A slut? You mean someone like you?" I laughed at her.

"Bitch!" she slapped me across my face. "I have style!" She hissed at me.

"But why not just ruin Ben's reputation?" I asked her.

"That could be traced back to me, we can't let that happen. I'm the schools darling, and I intend on keeping it that way." Rosalie pursed her lips.

"Well then good game. I have my own little game to attend to." I pushed her off of me and stood up and walked out of the room.

"What?" She yelled after me. I entered my room with Rosalie just behind me.

I turned around to face her. "Well it's not exactly a little game. I think it is going to be my best game ever." I sat down at my desk. Rosalie crossed her arms, and looked at me with an angry expression.

"Have you heard about the new girl who's starting on Monday?" She nodded in response.

"Her name is Isabella Swan which you probably know already."

Rosalie took a step forward. "Yeah and she is the daughter of the Chief of Police. Probably daddy's little angel." She shrugged, and I nodded.

"And she is a virgin, and she intends to be so until she gets married one day." I told her.

Rosalie's eyes got big. "Jesus Christ, is she for real?" She gawked.

"She has a boyfriend, but won't sleep with anyone until she gets married." I cocked an eyebrow.

"Her boyfriend must be gay, or maybe he gets his satisfaction elsewhere." Rosalie looked deep in thought. She mostly did that when she thought about what to wear or who to fuck next.

"Can you imagine what it would do to my reputation, screwing the Chief of Police's daughter? She'll be my greatest victory." I could see it all before me.

"I don't think you can screw her. This is out of your league." Rosalie laughed at me.

"You wanna bet?" I took a step towards her.

"Count me in." She took a step towards me and we stood close up against each other.

"If I win, then your Ashton Martin Vanquish will be mine." She threw her arms around my neck.

"And if I win?" I asked her while I placed my hands on her hips.

"Then I'll give you the one thing you have been obsessive about since we met." She pushed me away and sat on my bed.

"Oh you mean your room?" I couldn't help but tease her a little.

"You moron! I mean me. In English; I'll fuck your brains out." Rosalie lifted her leg and scooped her foot in between my legs.

"What makes you think I will agree to that?" I stepped away from her.

"I'm the only one you can't have, and I know that it kills you. Besides, you can put it anywhere." She gave me an innocent look.

"I'm in," I said and walked over and pushed her down on the bed, and I lay down on top of her.

I bit her earlobe, and licked her neck gently. Before I whispered in her ear; "I can't wait to have you."

Before she could push me off I jumped off of her, and pointed my finger at the door. "The door is that way."

Rosalie rose from my bed, and scowled at me.

"I need to attend to my journal," I sighed and stepped to my safe which had my journal in it.

"I don't get why you write all that crap in it." She said while she walked to the door.

"I know you want to read it. I know you're desperate to read it." Just like I was desperate to fuck her. I laughed at her while she hurried out of my room and slammed the door behind her.

I got my journal out from the safe and went to sit behind my desk. It was a big journal and it looked like a book. I carefully flipped some of the pages, smiling at the pictures and some of the words. A half year of my life had been written down on those pages. I had started to write it when we first moved here one and a half years ago. It wasn't my only journal. I had another one in the safe from the first year, but all the pages were filled out. I didn't write every day, but almost. All my accomplishments were written in the pages, and I had pictures of all the girls that I had played.

Rosalie was desperate to read it. Sometimes I had not been so careful and had forgotten to lock my safe or just let it lie on my desk. But I had always arrived just in time before Rose could read it. But I had often caught her when she was just about to open it.

I smiled to myself. Those were private words from my cold heart, and I didn't intend to let anyone read it besides myself, ever.