SMeyer owns everything Twilight, I'm just playing in her world.

Bella

I lit my cigarette and leaned back against my favorite tree. James had continuously tried to fuck me up against it, telling me that I could further enjoy being out here with the memory of him giving me an "amazing orgasm". I finally got so annoyed by his suggestion that I told him the only reason why I didn't want to was because I didn't want to be haunted by the memory of his horrible sexual skills. Ya, it was mean, but also very true, and it shut him up about it real quick.

I heard a rustle of leaves off to my right, but ignored it. It was the woods, after all. I was in the middle of blowing a smoke ring when a low chuckle caught my attention. It must not be a teacher, so I ignored it some more, taking another drag.

"Got a light?" It was obviously a male, and a voice I haven't heard before, but probably just some freshman whose balls finally dropped. I groped in my pocket and flung my silver Zippo at him, continuing not to look. He lit his cig without a "thanks", and I held my hand out for my lighter. When I didn't receive it, I sighed, and wiggled my fingers, hoping the little shit would take a hint. All I got back was that low chuckle that announced his presence in the first place. This dude was really pissing me off.

"I'm glad I decided to come out here, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to meet someone as charming as yourself." I heard him take a drag, and contemplated shoving the rest of my cigarette down his cocky little throat. I still said nothing, and became fascinated in my fingernails. "Are you always this quiet? Or does it take other…means to get you to say something?"

Are you fucking kidding me? "Listen, douchebag—" I finally turned towards him and had to stop for a second. FUCK. This had to be one of the new guys. His copper colored hair was in his eyes, completely messy and ohmygod so fucking sexy and the smirk he wore even as he took a drag from his Clove said "SEXSEXSEX" over and over again. He was wearing a fitted white long sleeve shirt that showed off a mouth-watering amount of the muscle underneath it. His shirt didn't quite meet his shorts, cutting off just over the top of his black boxers. Dark jean shorts that exposed his strong calves and white and black DC's finished this sex-god's outfit. He had the sleeves to his shirt pushed up; showing naturally tanned skin and toned forearms. The kind of forearms that are attached to hot, strong arms that could lift me up and throw me around at will. I was beginning to wonder if EVERY part of him was as well-endowed as the parts I could see now, when his breathy laugh caught my attention. He took his last drag and flicked the remaining cigarette out into the woods, then stepped back and folded his arms behind his head, never once dropping that drop dead gorgeous smirk.

"See something you like, baby girl?" Ugh. No matter how sexy this guy was, I refused to not have the upper hand.

"Ya, my lighter. Give it back to me before I force it from you." I dropped my cigarette and smashed it into the leaves with my slip-on checkered Vans. Stepping forward, I held out my hand expectantly, just to earn another crooked smile that made me want to drop on my knees right then.

Psh. I refuse. Seeing that I wasn't going to back down anytime soon, or seeing the weakness in my eyes and taking advantage of his win, he walked up on me until our shoes were touching and slipped my lighter into my hand. Holding onto it, he leaned forward even more, ghosting his lips to my ear. I was assaulted by the smell of meadows and springtime and clean and heaven. Oh, fuck.

"It's Edward, by the way." Whoa, what! He nipped it! He seriously just nipped my fucking ear and I seriously need to change my panties now and I seriously need to get the fuck out of here but I seriously can't lose any more pride so I seriously betterfuckingsaysomething RIGHT NOW.

I leaned into him, gripped his hand that still had my lighter and smiled my best smile, "Pleasure." OK, get the fuck out. I walked away faster than I probably should have, but thank God it had started raining. Hopefully he would just blame it on me not wanting to get wet (well, wetter), but I doubt it because he knew damn well what he was doing to me.

"I don't even get a name, sweetheart?" Fucking just stop talking with your musical voice, all husky and enchanting and making me wanna cream in my—

"Ya, I'll let you know what it is, right before I make you scream it." I don't think I've ever heard anything better than his laughter, or ever happily ran into school before.