RPOV

Song: Circus by Britney Spears

It had been a week, I was finally in Forks, Washington. It was a Saturday afternoon, and it was pouring out, I looked out my new bedroom window and down at my red Mercedes Benz my parents had just bought me as if apologizing for the move. In all honesty, I was glad I moved.

A fresh start was completely necessary, yesterday I had called Verizon to change my number, that asshole Royce could no longer contact me anymore, and neither could Vera. Her apologies meant absolutely nothing. Just a couple of hours ago, I had deactivated my facebook and made a new account. No one I had known in New York could now contact me.

My brother Jasper was taking a year off before going to college, so he was still living with us and was out in search of a job. It wasn't necessary to have one, but in a small town like this what else was there to do?

Monday would be my first day of school in Forks Highschool, they had a cheerleading team, but no dance team. They had never won a single competition though, and because of the rain there wasn't many games to cheer to. Fun.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my breasts were a perfect size, I had a nice butt, and an hour glass shape. My eyes were a deep blue, and my hair was a golden blonde. Not trying to sound completely self-absorbed or vain or anything, but why would Royce cheat on my with Vera? A five-foot short, pudgy, brunette who had no distinctive features at all.

And why would Vera think it was okay to sleep with my boyfriend, even if we had broken up, he was still mine for the last year and a half. What was wrong with her? Obviously, I made a bad choice in friends. After finding out I was no longer Royce King's girl and I was moving to Forks, my cheerleading squad decided I wasn't worth their time.

Seriously, after being their captain since freshman year, I wasn't good enough to be talked to anymore?

Whatever, thinking about all this was making me incredibly frustrated. I looked down at my nails, they needed to get done.

I sauntered out of my room and to my new car, in search of a nail place in this tiny rainy town.

By the time I found one, it was around dinner time. It had taken me almost three hours and it was the smallest nail salon I had ever seen in my life. Father, couldn't we have moved to California, or Hollywood? Did you really need to get a job at a law firm in Port Angeles?

I parked my car in the tiny shopping center , got out of my car, and headed towards the nail salon next to a sports store. Honestly, it looked like some rundown hick bar.

Suddenly, I heard a crash and turned to see a silver Volvo had crashed into a pole.

What an idiot, I thought to myself as I headed inside not preoccupied by the driver whatsoever.

EPOV

Song: Pour Some Sugar on me by Def Leopard

"What is this it tastes delicious?" Angela asked as she drank out of my silver flask, Emmet had given me for my birthday.

"Pineapple Malibu." We were parked only a block from my empty house, I had taken her home but she was locked out. Luck was with me today.

"My father doesn't let me drink. Ever. Not even wine," she informed me.

I smiled, she didn't have a high tolerance then. "I recall seeing you passed out at Tyler's end of summer party a couple of weeks ago." My voice humorous.

She laughed. "It was my first time ever being drunk." Then she got serious. "Are you going to tell Bella about this?"

My eyes diverted away from her, feigning guilt. "I tell Bella everything, but this would start a fight.. I'm not sure." What a load of bullshit. Acting could always be a great career path for me.

Angela placed her hand on mine. "Don't worry. I won't tell her."

I squeezed her hand and looked into her eyes, as if deeply. She gulped and stared at me with complete desire, who wouldn't I was Edward Cullen? So what if that sounded conceited, It was true. My good looks, my athletic body, my voice, my charm, and everything about me seemed to drive girls insane.

"Do you want to wait at my house, until your father gets home?" My voice was barely a whisper.

Her head nodded as she stared at me with wide-eyes. Score, didn't even have to get her drunk, I could tell it was game.

Inside, I out of courtesy gave her the tour. "Wow, your house is massive!" She exclaimed.

The best room was saved for last, my bedroom. "Unfortunately it is.." I pretended to dislike it as I sat on my bed.

Predictably, she sat beside me. Why were people so easy to read? "You don't like it?"

"No. It separates our family too much. My father is always at the hospital and when he's home, he's alone in his study. And my mother is always out with her friends and shopping. My sister doing god knows what, we don't even have family dinners anymore." The load of lies came out of my mouth fluently, as if practiced. That was the first time I had ever used that speech.

Angela scooted closer towards me, and I hid the smile forming on my face, my eyes staring down at the hardwood floor. "That is so sad. I'm sorry Edward."

I shrugged nonchalantly then turned to face her, she gasped at the intensity of my gaze and I saw her gulp nervously.

My hand reached for hers and I took it towards me heart and held it there. "You are the only person I have ever talked about that with." Make them feel special, that's the key.

A half-smile spread across her face, and I removed her glasses forcing her to see me staring even deeper into her mind, body, and soul. Which was just the shit she was most-likely thinking.

"What about Bella?"

I looked away as if saddened by her question then shook my head. She cupped her hand to my chin and tilted it towards her.

"I'm sorry you cant talk to her about those types of problems." Moments like these, when I saw how truly genuine people could be, it almost saddened me that I was using them. Almost.

My mouth reached her lips, and I kissed her, at first gently, then when she parted her mouth as if impassioned a little rougher. She seemed to melt at my touch, and I knew at that moment I was the first to have ever kissed her let alone run my hands up her long blue skirt. Blue was my favorite color.

I felt the cotton underwear and her legs part, my fingers found a way through and I rubbed making her insides quiver, she parted even more allowing me to enter her completely with my two fingers, I felt her walls shake with desire. She was still a virgin, so I couldn't delve in too deep. Angela moaned with delight, her first taste of pleasure. This game had to last, and today wouldn't be the day I would score all the way.

Abruptly I stopped, removing my mouth from hers and turned away from her as if filled with shame. "I'm sorry," I breathed.

She was silent for a moment then rubbed my completely hard manhood over my pants. "Don't be, please…. That was wonderful."

"It was a mistake."

Angela kissed my neck as she continued to rub then whispered in my ear. "Thank-you. I promise I wont say anything."

Edward Cullen had once again turned a good girl into a very bad one, I tried not to smile at that thought as I let her rub and eventually unbutton my pants.

My eyes closed as she put her mouth around my massive cock, and I finally allowed my self to smile, pleased with this Saturday afternoon.

Three hours later, I was driving around without a destination. After I had cum all over Angela's innocent face I drove her home, with promises to see her again. Now I was bored, Fork's was such a boring town. No wonder in the old days before condoms and birth control people had like ten children. There was nothing else to do but enjoy sex.

I drove the car down the block where Bella worked, Mike's Sports store, when I saw the most beautiful girl on the entire planet. My eyes could not unglue themselves from her magnificence, she had long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a nice body. The black tight dress she was wearing hugged her curves perfectly. Drool escaped my mouth onto my Armani cuffed shirt and suddenly.

BANG!

Still my eyes watched as the goddess entered the Nail salon.

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