Unintended

A/N: Thanks for all the support, and I'm happy that people are interested so far. Like the rest of my stories, a banner for this one can be found on my profile/bio. It's simple, but I almost like it better than my busier ones. Less is more, right? Lol

I'm not sure how often I'll update, I really have a hard time with schedules, but I'll try for a few times a week (maybe more ;)

Thanks again,
~KC

~Chapter 2 – Cruel Intentions~
EPOV

"Ok, so let me get this straight, you want to mess with the pastor's daughter?" James asked like an idiot.

"What part of that don't you understand?" I said annoyed.

James stared at me dumbfounded for a minute, and I was just about to punch him in the jaw to wake him up from his stupor, when he finally shook his head and responded. "Man, we've done a lot of fucked up shit, but that's just wrong," he said cautiously, and then braced himself as if he knew I was going to swat at him. But my hand didn't even twitch; surprisingly, smacking the shit out of him wasn't even interesting to me at the moment.

"Aww, who would have thought that James had a fucking conscience," I said mockingly.

"Fuck you man, it aint even about that. I was raised Baptist, and messing with a man of god's family is some serious shit. I don't want to burn in hell for eternity just to satisfy some sadistic revenge thing you got planned," James said defensively.

"Oh please, we both know you're already damned. After all the shit you've pulled, there aint a god in any religion that would take your sorry ass. Besides, we're not going to kill or rape the chick, we're just going to ruin her fucking perfect reputation," I told him. The guy had seriously become a pussy over the past summer, and I really didn't care why, I just needed him to toughen the fuck back up.

James was quiet for another minute, and I almost thought he was going to be a little bitch and chicken out, but then he sighed and nodded.

We waited until Laurence arrived before really going over everything; I'd need both of them to help me on my mission if it had any real chance of succeeding. When he got to where we were at our usual meeting spot on the docks, we filled him in, and he was automatically onboard.

"What do we do first?" Laurence asked excitedly.

"Phase one of Operation Ruin Bella Swan, is observe and report. We are going to start by watching her for awhile, to learn her daily routine. I need know all her interests and hobbies, along with the places she frequents. If I'm going to get her to trust me, I'll need to learn a bit about her so we have something to talk about," I explained.

"And then what? I mean, how are you going to 'ruin her reputation', and what does any of this have to do with her dad?" James questioned reluctantly.

"It has everything to do with her dad!" I shouted. "Her dad loves nothing more than god and his daughter, and since I can't really do anything about the god thing, then his daughter is my only choice. Just think about it for a minute. If his daughter turned out to be a screw up, no one in their right mind would want to listen to his sermons and he'd be fired. If he can't teach his own kid to be good and righteous, people wouldn't trust him anymore. It's fucking perfect," I told him.

"You still didn't tell us the plan. What are we going to do to ruin her reputation?" Laurence asked eagerly. That was the difference between James and Laurence, James questioned everything and let his stupid fucking brain get the better of him, whereas Laurence would do anything and never worry about the consequences.

"Corruption," I stated.

James and Laurence looked at each other, and then they both broke down and started laughing hysterically; which really fucking pissed me off, especially because I didn't understand what they were laughing at. "What's so funny?" I asked angrily.

"Look, I think everyone can agree that most of the crap we get into is your fault. You definitely have a way to make Laurence and me do shit that we wouldn't do otherwise, but there is no way in hell you're going to convince Bella Swan to do anything immoral. She's like the epitome of a goody goody, and I doubt the chick has ever broken a single rule in her life. Man, you're seriously fucking delusional this time," James said with a laugh, which almost seemed to be laced with relief. The guy was a fucking idiot.

I glared at him, and like the pansy he was, he cowered back completely intimidated. "You're such a pussy; do you really think I'm going to pound on you?"

"No, I'm not afraid of a little bitch like you," he said defensively, but I could definitely see the fear in his eyes. I should have challenged him and scared the shit out of him until he pissed himself, but we both knew the truth, and I still wasn't in the fighting mood.

"Whatever. Look, you don't have to worry about my corruption abilities. I know exactly how to get Miss Priss wrapped around my little fucking finger. It may take some time, but I guarantee it'll happen," I said confidently.

"Would you bet on it?" Laurence asked unexpectedly.

"Name your terms," I replied without hesitation.

"Ok, but it can't be just on open ended corruption, the bet has to center on something specific," Laurence challenged.

"I'm waiting," I said annoyed.

"Fine…." he paused to think, and then began to pace around until an idea came to him. "You get virginal Bella…to fuck you, and you win."

"Whoa, I never said I was going to fuck that chick, I was thinking more like convincing her get high, and then sending her to a public place to make a spectacle of herself. Maybe even tag up the side of the church or something, and get some strikes on her juvenal record," I said in a rush.

"Right, well those things aren't really that bad. She could straighten herself up after doing that shit, but if you really want to ruin her, then getting her to lose her virginity before marriage would definitely be a slap in her preacher dad's face. Doesn't she even wear one of those purity ring things?" Laurence asked.

"I don't know," I said disturbed by the thought.

"Hey, if you don't think you can do it?" Laurence said tauntingly.

"I can definitely do it…I just don't want to," I told them arrogantly.

"Wow, I never thought I'd see the day when Edward Masen would back out of a challenge," Laurence continued.

"Shut the fuck up, I can do it and I will. What's at stake?" I asked determinedly.

"Hum," Laurence pondered. "I got it, your car."

"What? No way in hell," I said appalled.

"Hey, if you were really that confident, you wouldn't even think twice about betting your car," Laurence goaded.

"I am confident…fine, if I don't take Bella's virginity, then you get my car," I said through gritted teeth. "What do I get if I do fuck her?"

"What do you want?" Laurence asked.

"Your motorcycle," I said quickly. I always wanted a motorcycle, but Carlisle said they were 'death on wheels' and refused to let me buy one. Laurence had a particularly sick bike, complete with engine upgrades and a killer paintjob; it was definitely worth having to fuck the Swan prude for.

"You're on," Laurence agreed with a smirk. "But there needs to be a time limit…two months."

"Two months? You're fucking nuts. It'll take me that long just to get that bitch to talk to me," I told him sourly.

"What, are you doubting your skills as a player?" Laurence asked with a snicker.

"Hold up," James butted in. "One, I'd just like to repeat how wrong this is, and two, how the hell will we ever know if he fucked her or not?"

"Eddie has a cell phone. He'll just have to fuck her brains out and then snap a picture when she's sleeping. In fact, this is perfect; you wanna ruin the bitch, three months from now is the big spring dance thingy, and we can display the picture over the projector on stage for everyone to see. If you haven't popped her cherry before that, then you lose. Damn, I can see the caption now, 'Popping Preacher's Princess'. It'll be pure gold," Laurence said enthusiastically.

"That's seriously fucked up," James said, mostly to himself.

I had to admit, it definitely was fucked up, but if anyone deserved it, it was surely that bitch.

"Just so we're clear, you are going to ruin this girl because her dad made some remark about your mom…and it wasn't even a rude or mean comment?" James asked me incredulously.

"Don't be such a fucking pussy," Laurence said to James.

"I hope you don't cry too much when I collect the key to your wheels," I said smugly to Laurence, completely ignoring James's attack of conscious.

"Them some big words, but ladies, we are on!" Laurence said triumphantly with a clap, followed by a hi five to me. It wasn't exactly a hand shake, but it was as close as we were going to get.

"We're all going to hell," James said under his breath.

"Then it'll be one hot party," I told James with a slap on his back.

I wasn't thrilled about the bet because it wasn't what I had in mind, but the end result would be the same; humiliation and a ruined reputation for the Swans, with the added bonus of getting a kickass motorcycle. I couldn't fucking wait.

"Hey, you're still going to help me, right?" I asked realizing that Laurence would probably do whatever possible to make me lose the bet.

"Now, that wouldn't be fair. You're on your own bro, but good luck," Laurence said, before walking back to his motorcycle to leave.

"Shit," I said angrily, and then turned to James knowing I could still pressure him into doing what I wanted him to do. "I need help spying on her to get all the information I need. I'll watch her during school, but you need to follow her after," I instructed.

"I really don't think I should help you," he said quietly.

"Fuck, James! You know I don't have my fucking car right now, and the Cullens have gone all psycho with the grounding shit. How the hell am I supposed to figure out what she does in her free time, if no one follows her?" I said bitterly.

"Why don't you try to actually talk to her, and ask her what she likes to do? That's how normal people become friends," James said with attitude.

"Fuck that. I need to just 'coincidentally' like the same shit as her, that way she thinks we're like meant to be, and all that crap."

"Aw man, you're not going to tell her that you love her just to get in her pants, are you?"

"James my friend, I will do whatever it takes to get what I'm after. I planned just to corrupt her and get her to do drugs, but I think Laurence is right, this is a far better plan. Since it's now about sex and I'm dealing with a prude, I'm going to have to get all emotional with it. It's going to fucking suck, but it'll be so worth it in the long run. Besides the L word is just that, a word. It doesn't mean shit."

"I really don't want to be a part of that," he said again.

"Oh James," I said while draping my arm over his shoulder to lead him back to his car. "When will you learn that what you want, doesn't fucking matter. You will follow her, and you'll tell me every fucking thing she does in her free time…or else."

"Or else, what?" he asked nervously.

"Or else, I'll fucking drop you and you'll be at the bottom of the pecking order at that fucking school. Don't mess with me, and just do as you're told," I threatened mincingly.

James didn't respond, he just got in the car and drove me home. Even though Laurence had given me a hard time with the whole bet thing, both he and James pretty much did whatever I told them. I fucking owned them and their reputations, and they knew it, so neither would do anything to cross me because it would only end up hurting them in the long run.

The next day, I did something extremely rare; I got up, dressed respectably, and was actually ready for school on time.

"Well, this is a welcomed surprise," Esme said as I came down the stairs.

"Yeah, I realized that I'll be a senior next year, and if I don't get my act together soon, I may end up not graduating," I said like a pathetic loser.

"Well that's great, I'm really proud of you Edward," she said with a warm smile. I didn't understand it, but for a brief moment I actually felt a little queasy, but then I quickly dismissed the foul feeling as morning indigestion, and continued with my charade.

"I need a ride to school with Alice, but if you don't mind, I'll just have one of my friends bring me home," I said as nicely as I was capable of.

"I think that's fair," Esme said with a nod.

When Esme went to retrieve her keys, I was bombarded with skeptic glares from my 'siblings'.

"What the hell are you pulling?" Emmett asked accusatorily as he was eating his breakfast. The fucking guy was always eating.

"I'm just trying to do the right thing," I lied carelessly.

"This better not have anything to do with Jasper again," Alice warned me. "He kicked the shit out of you last time, and he'll do it again."

"Really Alice? Look, there aren't many people who can beat the shit out of me, so when I find one, I do my best to steer clear. I have no plans of battling your precious boyfriend again, so don't worry," I told her. It wasn't often that I'd admit when someone was tougher than me, but Jasper definitely was. His dad was a colonel or something, so he knew how to take someone down quickly….but, I could still probably take him if I really wanted to. Admitting weaknesses was just part of the ploy. "Besides, isn't he in Seattle?"

"That doesn't mean you can't plot against him," she said irritated.

"Look, I have no beef with the guy. In fact, I kind of actually like him," I replied.

I had spent the entire night before, contemplating my course of action, and I figured that it would be best if I tried to play nice to everyone. Smarting off to the Cullens would only get me in trouble again, and I needed to have the freedom to pursue the prude as soon as possible. The less time I spent grounded or in detention, the more time I had to win the bet.

"Look, it's obvious that you're planning something because you're never this nice. Whatever it is, it just better not end up hurting my mom and Carlisle," Emmett warned me. He was home on an extended college weekend, which always gave me a headache. Whenever Emmett was around, I always had a much harder time getting away with shit. His college wasn't far and he lived on campus, but he was home a lot, so I had a lot of fucking headaches.

"Emmett, I just want to graduate next year on time, get my inheritance, and try to live a productive life. I don't want to end up like my old man. Can't you just be happy that I'm trying to be better?" I asked in my best attempt to convey innocence…but they weren't buying it.

"Whatever, you heard what I said. You mess with my parents, and I'll mess with you," Emmett threatened. I had never actually gotten into a physical fight with Emmett before, and I really didn't want to either. The guy was huge, and even though I was sure I could still win, it definitely would be a painful rumble.

"Ok, are we all ready?" Esme asked cheerfully as she came back out with her keys.

The worst part of getting a ride to school with them, was the fact that Alice had a car of her own and could drive, but since Esme was the school nurse, they chose to ride together. They claimed it had something to do with saving the environment, or some shit like that, however I just saw it as some ridiculous excuse to spend as much time together as possible. Esme was a nice enough woman, but she didn't know how to cut the fucking cord when it came to her kids. She did the same shit with Emmett when he went to high school there as well.

"Thanks for the ride," I said with a phony smile when we got to school.

"Well, you're very welcome," Esme said sweetly, and then we all parted ways.

I had no idea what Bella Swan's schedule was, all I knew was that she hung out with the book club geeks, so I figured I'd start by looking in the library. But of course, that would have been too easy. So after not finding her at the library, I started wandering around campus in the hopes of spotting her walking past.

I was actually feeling a strange buzzing sensation all over my body while looking for her. I was like a predator hunting out its prey; it was exciting and the challenge was definitely something to look forward to. I felt like I had been living stagnantly since my family came violently crashing down around me, so at least trying to bed the Swan prude was something different.

But when the bell for first period rang, and I had yet to find her, I started to get a little uneasy.

Chill Masen, you have three months - I thought to myself. Even if I didn't care about getting revenge on the pastor, losing my car was not an option, so I needed to win the bet at any cost. There were no 'ifs' about it.

I knew I had Bella in my bio class, but that wasn't until fifth period; but luckily, I did see her at lunch. I followed her into the cafeteria, and subtly watched as she picked through the salad bar…romaine lettuce, shredded carrots, two tomatoes, and three slices of cucumber, all drenched in ranch dressing. I was actually surprised by her simple salad and choice dressing; I would have thought she would pile on more healthy crap, topped with some diet dressing. Then she grabbed a red apple and a soda, before paying and taking a seat at her normal table with her loser friends.

I went to sit adjacent to her, far enough so she wouldn't notice me, but close enough that I could still watch her unobstructed.

Oddly, she pushed around the tomatoes and cucumber with her fork, taking bites of lettuce all around but completely bypassing the seemingly perfect salad fruit. The apple she shoved into her backpack, probably to give to a teacher like the brownnoser she was. And the soda she took two sips of before pushing it to the side and ignoring it.

Peculiar.

That wasn't her only strange behavior at lunch. She'd smile and answer questions when her friends asked, but other than that, she didn't say much and yet, they all seemed to gravitate towards her. It was like those fools craved her attention like a bunch of eager dogs, and when she didn't give it, they practically fell all over themselves to interest her.

Bizarre.

Suddenly, for no reason obvious to me, she turned her head and looked right at me. I meant to turn away, but I found myself completely frozen in her stare, and for the life of me, I couldn't figure out how to break free. Thankfully, one of her lap dogs tapped her arm to call her attention back to them, and I used that opportunity to escape.

I had no idea what the hell happened, but it freaked the shit out of me, and I needed a moment to breathe and clear my fucking head.

I did my best to shake off the uncomfortable feeling, but I was relieved when she didn't attempt to look at me again during bio that day, because there was no way in hell I wanted to get caught staring at her uncontrollably again. The last thing I needed was for her to get suspicious of me, thus making my plan all the more difficult.

"Well, you had her in your English class, did you figure out anything about her?" I asked James when I met him in the parking lot after school ended.

"Uh…she likes poetry," James responded. "But other than that, I mean, she never really says much. She got the best grade in the entire class on the book reports we had to do."

"Shocker," I said sarcastically. "I need some information that I don't already know, duface. I want dirt."

"Dude, this chick has no dirt, that's the problem," James said quickly.

"There's gotta be something," I said frustrated. "Ok, take me home and then follow her for the rest of the day," I instructed him.

"Man, my ma wants me home for dinner," he told me.

"I don't give a shit what your mom wants. What, are you a momma's boy now too?" I belittled him.

"No! Fine, I'll follow her this afternoon, but I have to be home for dinner."

"Good, when she goes home for dinner herself, you can too," I said with a slap to his back.

James dropped me off, and then he sped away to go look for Bella. We already knew she had some kind of school council meeting afterschool, so he planned on waiting for her in the parking lot and follow her until she went home for the night.

So, I did my homework, actually went down for dinner and ate with the Cullens, and then even helped clear the table…which was shocking for Esme.

"Wow Edward, just…wow. Thanks," she said with a smile, and disgustingly kissed my cheek before I retreated upstairs to text James for an update.

Well? – E

Nothing surprising – J

Details bitch – E

After she left school, went 2 some gathering thing at church, B4 going home – J

Fine. Don't be late when U pick me up 2morrow – E

For the rest of the week, James and I watched her whenever possible. Pretty much the girl was exactly how I thought she was; a complete bore. Mondays, and Wednesdays, she had meetings of some sort after school. Tuesdays and Thursdays she tutored for retards, and on Fridays she coached a pee wee girl's basketball team, even though she didn't seem to be able to play herself whatsoever. Basically, the chick had no real life.

"So, what time do you want me to pick you up tomorrow to follow her around?" James asked me that Friday afternoon.

"Pick me up in the early afternoon, but we're not following her," I told him.

"We're not?" he asked surprised.

"No, I'm already tired of that shit. Let's take the weekend off to get stoned, and on Monday I'll begin phase two of my plan."

"Wait, don't you want to know what she does on the weekend?" James questioned.

"I already know that she does church shit on Sundays, and she probably spends her Saturdays at the fucking library. We don't need to follow her; we've already wasted a week learning what we already know…Bella Swan is a nerdish boring prude."

"Ok…what's phase two, anyway?" he asked curiously.

"Initiating contact. It's time to get the bitch to fall in love with me."

***Wow, Edward is an ass, right. lol

More will be explained about his real parents and the Cullens at a later time.

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