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Summary: 18 year old cage fighter Isa Swan meets her cowboy in Houston 8 months ago at a fight. He knows she's his mate and explains things to her. Problem is, Isa is a hot head, independent woman. How will Peter dominate her into submission? Will he have to turn to his brother for help? If so, what if a Pixie promised her favorite brother her as a mate? Find out what happens when you mess with a Whitlock!
Twilight AU; pairing Bella/ Peter Rated M
Warnings: violence, lemons, language, non-sexual spankings (will get serious, maybe blood drawn) Dominant/Possessive Peter
Jawbreaker
Chapter 3 Isa POV
Yea, check it out, see
The only thing you need to do right here is
Is nod your fuckin' head, yeah, yeah
Break ya fuckin' neck, bitches
Yeah, yeah, here we go now
Where we goin' now? Where we goin' now?
I pull up to the bane of my existence…high school.
I hated school!
I have been suspended for cussing a teacher or administrator out; for walking out of class, when they wouldn't let me go to the bathroom (A/N: I used to do this all the time, especially in middle school); and for fighting. I even got expelled twice, once in Phoenix and then again at my last school in Houston, for fighting.
But that teacher and policeman had it coming!
Only Peter can break up my fights…safely.
Anyone else try to break up a fight that I am in…well let's just say that they will more than likely end up in the emergency room as well.
Give it away, give it away, give it away, now
Give it away, give it away, give it away, now
Just give it away, nigga, yeah, here we go, now
Tell me wat'chu really wanna do?
(Come here, ma)
Talk to a nigga, talk with me
You look like you could really give it to a nigga
From the way you talk and the way ya try to walk for me
The way you really try to put it on a God
Doin' it like ya never did before for me
The way you break yo' back and I break yo' neck
And the way you try to put it on the floor for me
(Come on)
Come on
(Come on)
Oh yeah
Tell me where my niggas is at?
(Okay)
Lemme address y'all niggas one time
While I lock that down and I hit'cha wit that
(Wit what?)
That bomb shit, y'all niggas gone all day
Be the nigga in the drop
Y'all niggas know every time I come through
This motherfucker, where we always takin' the ride
(So, let me blow this bitch)
Y'all niggas know when we come, we be makin' it flop
The way we makin' it hot'll make a nigga wanna stop
Get money then cash that check for me
All my niggas just bust yo' tech for me
Everybody from every hood bang yo' head
As I pull up into the parking spot, I notice other students hanging out, probably trying to get a glimpse of me. I wait until my song, 'Break ya Neck' by Busta Rhymes goes off before getting out.
'Til you break your motherfuckin' head for me
Just let me give you real street shit
To ride in yo' shit with recline yo' seat
Rewind this heat, keep bouncin' up
And down these streets
So nod yo' head and
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck, nigga
Bang yo' head until you start to
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck
Come along, now
(Let's put it down, nigga)
When I bounce back and you know I done caught my breath
Y'all niggas all know how we do
When the way we bang niggas in the head
And we do it to death
(Reach for dem back woods)
That fire boy, you know we bakin' an ounce
I know you love the way we be givin' you the music
Makin' you bounce
Now, fuck it up just a little for my niggas
Every time we come through
Niggas know that we did it for y'all
And the way we do it for the people
Niggas know we always give it to y'all
I said bounce
(Come on)
In the day time or the night, when ya creepin' along
Well, just bang this shit up in the truck
While you break yo' neck
Now, motherfucker try to figure my flow
See the way we come right through
(When we come right through!)
We be always blowin' the spot, again and again
And make a nigga really wanna stop
Better tell yo' crew, yo' peeps
All my niggas better put they troops on
And gather up your soldiers, nigga
You know you better keep yo' boots on
All my niggas in the place
Wave your hands high now and the way we put it down
Make a nigga wonder what he really gonna try now
What'cha really wanna do?
Just place your bet and put'cha money
Where ya mouth is
All my niggas in the street
Just break yo' neck and keep on bouncin'
Just let me give you real street shit
To ride in yo' shit with recline yo' seat
Rewind this heat, keep bouncin' up
And down these streets
So nod yo' head and
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck, nigga
Bang yo' head until you start to
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck
Here we go and you know every time
Busta-Bus be holdin' the fort
My nigga, watch how we shuttin' it down
The way we put it on, comin' through like a steamroller
Me and Dre, nigga, ain't no fuckin' around
My nigga, yeah whattup?
(What?)
Me and my team got a link
'Cuz you know we stay choppin' it up
And when get up in the club
Or how my niggas at the bar how we lockin' it up
And we get a little and we get a little
(High, drunk)
And we get a little
(Crunk, come on)
Lemme give y'all niggas some shit
That'll make you wanna bang this out yo' trunk
(Come on)
Get money then cash that check for me
All my niggas just bust yo' tech for me
Everybody from every hood, bang yo' head
'Til you break yo' motherfuckin' neck for me
Just let me give you real street shit
To ride in yo' shit with recline yo' seat
Rewind this heat, keep bouncin' up
And down these streets
So nod yo' head and
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck, nigga
Bang yo' head until you start to
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck
(A/N: I AM NOT CALLING ANYONE THE 'N-WORD' HERE! IT IS JUST A SONG AND I DID NOT WRITE THIS SONG!)
I love that song and Busta is sexy as hell with those long ass dreads! And with the bass on my Bose system blasting, I know without looking that everyone can hear the lyrics and see me noddin' my fuckin' head…Bitches!
I hop out and immediately feel all eyes on me. I resist the urge to yell at them to 'take a picture, that it'll last longer!'
I ignore everyone, including the five vamps that are watching my every fuckin' move, and head in to get my schedule.
The big woman behind the counter, Ms. Cope, is getting' on my fuckin' nerves with all that fake ass cheeriness this early in the Goddamn morning. I am not a morning person!
These last two weeks since Conner (A/N: changed son's name to Conner instead of Cooper) was born, I had made Peter feed him during the night. He loves it anyway and he doesn't need to sleep and that lets me get my sleep so I won't be so cranky when I get up.
No one in the house likes me when I am cranky!
Hehe!
"Have a good day, Ms. Swan!"
Ms. Cope's voice rings out as I exit the office.
As soon as I get out of the door, there's this pimple faced boy there, invading my personal space.
"Hi! You must be Isabella Swan. I'm Eric! What class do you have first; maybe I can walk you there?"
He asked in a too high pitched voice for a dude.
"Okay, one…step the fuck back, you're in my personal space. Two, it's Isa. And three, I know where I am going, so I don't need an escort."
I say and walk off, leaving a stunned Eric behind.
All my morning classes were the same. There were two more overly helpful boys named Mike Newton, and Tyler Crowley, that I had to put in their place like Eric this morning.
I don't know what it is about this bumfuck town that has the people, especially the boys, invading peoples' personal fuckin' space!
I also met two bitches that I know I am gonna end up beatin' their asses before the week is out.
Lauren Mallory and Jessica Stanley are apparently the 'Queens' of the school and no one else stands up to them.
'Well they will meet the HBIC if they step to me the wrong way!'
I think to myself as I walk with the only genuinely real girl I have met so far. I remember her saying that her name was Angela Webber.
Anyway, we are walking in silence to the cafeteria for lunch and I told her that I would sit with her and her friends. I did not realize that this included all three 'personal space invaders' and the two 'queens', but this should be interesting.
I sit down next to her at the table with my burger, fries and Dr. Pepper, and take my I-Pad out to harvest my crops on Farmville (A/N: LOVE THIS GAME ON FACEBOOK!), when I noticed the five vampires looking at me.
Pretending that I don't know who they are, which I really don't, except for the Major, as I have seen his pictures, I ask Angela who they are. It is not Angela that answers me though.
"Those are the Cullen's and the Hales. The big guy is Emmett Cullen and he is with Rosalie Hale, the blonde girl. The pixie one is Alice Cullen and she is with Jasper Hale, the blonde boy, and the bronze haired God is Edward Cullen. They are the adopted kids of Dr. and Mrs. Cullen. Don't bother trying to go after Edward though. Apparently no one here is good enough for him."
Jessica stated with a bitchy tone at the end.
Bitch, please!
"If I wanted him, then I would have him. By your tone at the end there, I'm guessing that he turned you down…several times."
I said sweetly, as the others around us 'oohhed'.
Her face flamed red with embarrassment, but before she could say anything, my phone went off.
'Cause I saddle up my horse
and I ride into the city
I make a lot of noise
Cause the girls
They are so pretty
Riding up and down Broadway
on my old stud Leroy
And the girls say
Save a horse, ride a cowboy.
Everybody says
Save a horse, Ride a cowboy'.
I hit the button on my blue tooth that was under my hair.
"Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles!"
I answered cheekily, knowing it was one of my family members.
I heard the cafeteria get quiet and my sister-in-laws laughter on the phone.
Nosey Fuckers!
'I'll take the Number Eight, Obama's Special, please!'
I chuckled at my crazy sister-in-law, Charlotte's answer, as she doesn't even eat human food, but I kept playin' along.
"Well Ma'am, I actually prefer the Number Four, Herb's Special, as you get more chicken and it is covered in gravy, and who doesn't like gravy?!"
I said in my southern accented phone operator's voice.
'EWW! That sounds so gross!'
She exclaimed, and I could just picture her shuddering as well.
"Well I think it's fan-fuckin'tastic, sista. Ya don't know whatcha missin!"
I pout at her for dissin' my favorite food.
She just chuckled.
'I called ta tell ya that he's on his way, and ta ask ya what really went down in Vegas?'
She asked.
"Ohh girl let me tell ya! Well ya know how I went ta Vegas ta get some time ta myself afta everythang went down right?"
I asked and my southern accent was coming out strong in my anger at remembering what went down a week ago.
'Yea, I remember.'
She said over the line.
"Well anyway, before leaving, he gave me tha rules and only gave me a hundred grand, which pissed me tha fuck off as well, with his cheap ass!"
I vented to Char and heard her cacklin', as she knew how cheap her brother was.
'What were tha rules, Sugar?'
She asked when she got her laughter under control.
"Tha rules were tha usual of no fighting, which always gets broken, ya know that."
We both chuckled at the absurdity of me following that particular rule.
"And tha only other rule was to NOT play any of tha card games, cause ya'll know that I can't lie or bluff ta save my life. So afta getting' checked in at tha Palms Casino Resort, me being me, I went straight ta tha 'No Limit Ultimate Texas Hold 'em' table."
I heard her gasp.
'ISA! Wha' tha hell?!'
She exclaimed.
"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!"
I try to hush her so that I can finish my tale. I can still feel that everyone's eyes are on me, as they try to listen to my conversation.
Again, I say…
Nosey Fuckers!
"Everythang was goin' fine 'til that bitch of a dealer tried ta say that I was cheatin' 'cause I was movin' ma lips like I was whisperin' ta somebody. But I wasn't, I was countin' ta ma self. I was doin' good too! I had only lost ten grand at tha time. Anyway, she called tha security guards over ta escort me out and they put they hands on me, trin' ta pull me up from tha table. And ya know me, I acted on instinct when someone put they hand on me. I musta blacked out or somethin' cause tha next thang that I know is that I am hearin' people yell, 'CODE 5! CODE 5! Now ya know from ma many experiences wit' tha law, that 'CODE 5' is tha code for tha restraint chair. Hehe! I've spent many hours strapped down in that fuckin' chair."
I chuckled, remembering all the hours being restrained in that damn chair for fightin' the officers.
'Yea, I know. I've had ta pick ya up several times and you've been strapped down in that chair. So what happened next, Isa?'
She asked.
"Well, since I was in Vegas, and the severity of the crime, they immediately took me ta Clark County Detention Center. That was who was yellin' 'CODE 5', tha officers there. It took forever wit' tha booking process, 'cause they didn't know what tha charges were for the longest time."
I state, while taking a drink of my Dr. Pepper.
'Why? What took so long?'
She asked.
"Apparently tha list of injuries was so extensive that they didn't or don't know what ta charge me wit'. And apparently it wasn't only tha two security guards and tha dealer that got injured by me. I supposedly took two officers down severely as well. Whateva! They shouldn't have gotten in tha fuckin' way. One of tha cops and one security guard are in a coma and they aren't expected ta make it. So it could change from Attempted Murder ta Manslaughter for those two. But oh well. It is what it is. Anyway, how are you and tha hubby doin'?"
I ask as I put my I-Pad away and finish my food and soda.
'We're fine. Bored now that you three are gone. We might come up ta visit ya next week. Hell, we might even stay for a while.'
She claims.
"Cool, Bitch. I miss ya'll and want ya'll ta come up! I need my partner in crime up here wit' me."
I laugh, thinking about the trouble me and Char used to get into together.
'Yea, I miss ya too, Sug. I don't miss the ass whoopin's ya always caused me ta get though!'
She laughs as well.
"Ha Ha! Whateva, Chica! The bells about ta ring and I need ta go, so I'll talk ta ya laterz."
We said our goodbyes and hung up.
I got up to dump my tray and ignored everyone's stares, then left to get this God forsaken day over with.
