Cruel Intentions

Skanky Frankie

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except for this laptoppy. Its mine.

Rating: M - ooh lala, shower scene!

A/N: Tell me why the Pistons are sucking right now. :[ I hate when they suck, it really makes me upset. I shouldn't be surprised by now, considering Stuckey is a ball hog and Iverson is a show off. Ugh! Anyway, this chapter seems really short, but this story is really fun to write. I hope you guys are enjoying it!

2. The Shower Scene

Bella was running late, again. She was nervous - she was going to face her peers after her first story in the Virtue had ran. She hastily buttoned her shirt, and pulled on her skirt with shaking hands. She pulled her hair into a messy ponytail at the top of her head, yanked on her shoes, and raced out the door with her backpack bouncing on her back. She raced across the grassy yard, flinging open the double doors of the academic building hard. Her sneakers pounded the glossy hardwood floor - this was not good, considering that she was the only student in the hallways. She made it into the math classroom as the final bell rang, and slid into a seat in the back of the classroom. She was so flustered that she dropped her pencil a few times onto the ground, but her trembling hands could not seem to keep a hold on it.

Finally, a pale hand extended from beside her, picking the pencil up with ease. Why couldn't I just do that? Bella wondered, flashing a weak smile at whomever decided to help her. She almost gasped when she realized that she had taken the desk beside Edward Masen.

"Thanks," she said, though it came out too quiet to be heard by most.

"No problem," Edward said. Apparently he had exceptional hearing.

Bella glared at her notebook, the fresh page in front of her. She quickly dated the page, wrote what chapter her notes were from, and waited while Professor Varner took attendance. She was tempted to glance up and see if Edward Masen was still looking at her - she must look a windblown, ruffled mess - but resisted. She didn't want him to know that she was affected by him. But what girl at Spencer Prep (aside from Alice, who didn't appear to be interested in anyone that way) wasn't?

Even his sister (albiet step-sister) stared at him rather lustily. Bella knew that she had to turn away.

Once Mr Varner excused them to work on their homework in partners, Edward leaned over his desk so that he could whisper quietly to Bella. "I read your article," he said, and Bella felt a whole new wave of blush creep up her chest and neck. "And I thought it was really... Interesting."

"Interesting?" Bella squeaked.

"It was cute," he replied, shrugging.

She felt herself getting pink, but definitely not from embarassment. "Cute? How?"

"Its adorable when a girl has those kinds of ... wishes. You know? Like, the whole wedding with the white dress and giving herself over to her man... It's so old fashioned and sweet. Like the Brady Bunch. Only sexier." He gave her a crooked smile that stoked a fire in her veins, but she ignored that feeling and focused on her annoyance and anger. "It's just so innocent."

"Innocent?" Bella repeated.

"You know. Naieve. No one escapes high school with their virginities," Edward whispered, licking his lips in what Bella realized he thought was a seductive way. She locked her teeth together, fighting the urge to slap him across their face. "At least not Spencer Prep."

"You're disgusting," Bella replied, shaking her head.

"Putrid," he agreed, chuckling. "But you can't deny that it doesn't... excite you."

"Holy crow!" Bella cried, her brown eyes light with laughter. "You seem to have a very high opinion of yourself, Masen. And I'm going to be the first to tell you its completely undeserved." She wished that she could turn from the classroom, have the last word, leaving him sitting there with him mouth gaping open like a fish. Instead, she settled for twisting in her seat so that her back was to him. She heard him chuckle, and felt the irritation flair inside of her.

The last thing she wanted to do was think about his handsome face, the emerald green eyes. Why did he feel it necessary to tease her like that? Didn't he realize she was not like the rest of the brain-dead girls that were simply going through the motions before their plastic surgeons OK'd their breast implants, before they bought eighty velour sweatsuits and became trophy wives. Bella had more on her mind than being a rich, kept wife. She wanted to be much, much more than that.

Finally, after long, irritating moments, the bell rang and Bella gathered her things. She tried to take a long time so that Edward would leave the classroom before her. Instead, he hung around the doorway, and as Bella grit her teeth and realized she would have to walk on by him, he caught her shoulder. He leaned down to whisper into her ear. "You will be mine, Isabella Swan. That is a promise."

"It's Bella," she said automatically, before breezing past him. She shook her head once she felt she was far enough away from him, so that he couldn't see her. She wanted to find Alice and relate all the events that had just happened to her. She wanted to sock Edward Masen in the face. And above all, she wondered how hard he would try to make good on that promise.

***

"That went well," Rosalie said at lunch. She was stretched out on the manicured green lawn, her long legs crossed at the ankle. She was a delectable picture of teenage lust. There were many boys, trying to not be obvious, gazing at her body as the sun beat down on her. Her best friends, Irina and Tanya, were modeling her same pose with much less attractive results.

"She's got a little temper," Edward said, shrugging. "It's only day one. I have plenty of time to seduce her."

"Why don't you seduce me?" Tanya asked, raking a hand through her strawberry blonde hair.

"I can't seduce you," Edward replied, "because you are far too eager." He rolled his eyes at his sister, as if to say, Why do you hang out with these moronic bimboes? Rosalie smiled, the favored smile of the male population at Spencer Prep. It was the sugary sweet, who me? look that made them salivate.

"Listen," Rosalie said. "I happen to know that Jasper is looking for a sports correspondant. Maybe if you get onto the school paper, she won't think you such an inferior dolt."

"Trying to help?" Edward asked, quirking an eyebrow. He didn't care for that idea too much.

"You need it... She's pure as the driven snow, Edward. This isn't some wanton slut like Tanya -"

"Hey!" the smaller, less attractive girl exclaimed. "I'm not wanton. What's wanton?"

" - that will sucumb to your charms. You have to think of this like you were invading an enemey nation. Infiltrate. Learn her secrets. Then woo her." Rosalie's mouth curved into a hard grin. "If anyone could ruin her, it would be you."

"I think your Porsche would look good white," Edward replied. "With camel colored leather. Yes, very nice idea...."

***

"He was hitting on you," Alice said as she and Bella strolled towards the pool. It was nearly nine o'clock, but the school pool was open until ten. Swim team members trained all year round, but the outdoor pool was hardly ever populated. Though it was open year round, and heated, the girls prefered the inside pool because thats where the boys were. Alice and Bella prefered the privacy of the antique pool, with its white tile wall and floor, the curly-cue gate that wrapped around the slippery slate that skirted the pool. It was right in the open, no trees overhead, but there was a nice patio and pretty flowerbeds near it. At one time, it must have been a cute little spot.

"He was not," Bella said. "He was irritating me."

"Same thing," Alice said, waving a hand.

"Why would he hit on me?" Bella asked. She had been thinking about it for a few days. Every time she sat down in her math class, Edward was staring at her. Every time she found herself gnawing on the soft wood of her pencil, she would glance up to find Edward's emerald eyes trained on her. It looked almost like he was in pain sometimes, staring at her.

"Because you're gorgeous, smart, unobtainable," Alice replied, counting off things on her fingers. "And you have a terribly hot best friend..."

Bella giggled. She laid her towel down on one of the patio chairs, before sliding her feet into the warm water. It was a nice day, but somewhat chilly. The water felt nice. Alice, being who she was, simply dove in. She never worried about her bikini straps coming undone, or her bottom falling off. Bella, on the other hand, always felt entirely self-concious in the most two piece she wore. It was old, a relic from freshmen year when she had discovered a love of swimming. She had bought it at the time, thinking it was cute. Now, like most of her old clothes, it was borderline indecent. Her breasts threatened to spill out of the top, which held them high and perky as it was so tight. The bottoms hugged her legs and ass, clearly defining each curve, and her cheeks were always slightly exposed. But she and Alice shared a dorm, and had seen each other in various states of dress. As no one used the outdoor pool, she wasn't exactly worried about modesty...

Until she heard a loud chuckle, accompanied by footsteps, coming their way.

"Who is that?" she asked, and Alice shrugged. Bella hugged tight to the wall, holding herself up on her elbows at the edge. She didn't have to wait long, before she saw three boys from their class. The last people that Bella would ever want to share a pool with - Emmett Cullen, Alice's twin brother who was inifinitely higher on the totem pole than his sister, Jasper Hale, the interesting editor in cheif of the paper she wrote for, and the most annoying of the trio, Edward Masen.

She couldn't suppress the groan that escaped her mouth.

"Oh Jesus," Emmett said, crossing his arms over his muscled chest. He was a huge mountain of a guy, ripped to the extreme, with cropped dark hair and dark eyes. He was handsome, just as Alice was beautiful, but he had made a huge choice when first attending Spencer Prep to not associate himself with his strange twin. "What are you doing here?"

"Swimming," Alice said, grinning. She paddled strongly over to the edge of the pool, where Bella was hooked, her chocolatey eyes large with panic. She didn't want to be seen in her bathing suit. She didn't want Edward to see her in her bathing suit. It might give him some strange ammunition.

"This is our pool," Emmett said.

"Since when? I'm pretty sure its everyone's pool," Alice rebuttled.

"Yeah, its everyone's pool." Jasper had a strange look on his face as he watched Alice climb up the latter, water dripping from her thin limbs. His curly blonde hair was wild, and his pale skin was glowing in the sun.

"Dude," Emmett said. "That's my sister."

"I can hear you!" Alice said, pointing out that they were all inside of the patio enclosement for the pool, which meant they were in definite hearing distance of each other. She pulled her fluffy towel around her shoulders. Bella wanted to climb out, but she didn't want them to see her body. She flushed from head to toe in embarassment.

"Hello Bella," Edward said, crouching down in front of her in the pool. He smiled lopsidedly at her, and Bella scowled in annoyance. "Need a hand?" He offered her one of his, and she couldn't help but notice that it was beautiful. She had never noticed anyone's hands before, but her eyes took in his long, able fingers and the smooth skin that encased his bones and muscles and veins and everything else. She took it, acting like she needed the help out of the pool... Before she yanked him in with her.

Luckily, he had been crouching, so off balance, that the yank made him tip head first into the clear chlorine water. Quickly, Bella hoisted herself out of the pool, feeling her suit ride up everywhere inappropriately. She grabbed her towel and wrapped it around her body, tucking an edge securely so she wouldn't have to hold it.

"You!" Edward exclaimed as he surfaced. He pulled off his sneakers, throwing them at the edge of the pool as all of his friends, plus Alice, laughed heartily.

"That was a good one," Emmett said, reaching to high-five Bella. "Classic." He boomed with laughter.

"Lets go," Bella said, slipping her feet into her flip-flops. She lead the way, not looking to see if Alice followed, feeling extremely triumphant.

***

"That is one girl I would not want to mess with," Jasper said as he watched the two girls go. "Remind me, Masen, not to do whatever you did to upset her."

Edward rolled his green eyes, pulling himself out of the pool. He was no longer in the mood for games with his friends. He wanted to find that Isabella Swan and let her know exactly what happened to little girls that messed with him. But the vision of her in her suit - how she fit into it, with her breasts practically spilling out of the top, how the curve of her butt cheeks were deliciously exposed. He wanted to show her something, and it had a lot less to do with anger and a lot more to do with lust...

"You should have seen your face," Emmett said, nearly doubled over in laughter. "I don't know who she is, but I like her. She's got spunk."

"She's got something, all right," Edward replied wryly.

"Lost cause," Jasper said suddenly. "You read that piece in the Virtue? She wrote about why she's chosen abstinence as her path in life. She's not even a religious girl or anything. Just doesn't want to have sex."

"She wants to have sex," Edward replied. "She just doesn't want to admit it."

"Everyone wants to fuck," Emmett agreed, nodding.

"Waste of time," Jasper said with a shrug. "I think she's nice... But your sister is much cuter."

"Alice is crazy," Emmett said, perhaps out of habit. He had been explaining away his younger twin for four years almost, and it was a natural instinct now to deny her away. He didn't much mind Alice, really, with her strangely beautiful looks and her tiny frame. It was hard to believe they shared a womb, considering how large Emmett was and how tiny his sister was. However, she was just not in the same social stratus as the three boys. He didn't want to think about it.

"Interesting," Jasper said lightly.

"I need to go," Edward said suddenly, causing the other two boys to look at him. He looked... edgy. Tense. "I have to work on some homework." He started away quickly, jogging towards the grouping of dormitory houses not looking back at his friends. His mind was filled with thoughts of Bella Swan. As he entered the dorm, he went straight to the bathroom on his floor. Luckily, it was empty. He immediately turned on the shower, turning the heat up to almost a boiling point. He stripped off his clothes and climbed in, drawing the curtain closed behind him.

He found a bar of soap and immediately lathered it up. His hand crept down his washboard abs until he found his cock, which was hard and standing already. He thought of Bella Swan in her little blue bikini. The way her hardened nipples pressed against the thin material - didn't he put padding in them to prevent that? He thought her the soft flare of her hips, her ass. He pumped his hand up and down on his length, hissing at the sensations. He thought of laying Bella down on his big bed at him, the mahogany four-poster bed with the unbelievably soft feather mattress that one sank into... He thought of undressing her, imagined what her breasts looked like, free of restraints and clothing. He thought of pulling down her bikini bottoms, wondered whether or not she shaved down there... He thought of how tight her virgin pussy would be as he slid into her, and his fist tightened automatically to imagine the feel. He thought of her screaming his name, over and over and over, as he gave her her first orgasm...

He bit back a moan as his seed spilled over his hand, and he shot onto the floor of the tub. He ran his free hand over his face, closing his eyes.

Edward didn't like the way his thoughts were suddenly bordering on obsessive about this Swan girl. He didn't like it at all.

End Chapter.

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