A/N: Here we go with another chapter of this crazy story :) Thank you so much for positive reviews. Love ya guys! WARNING: This chappie gets a little…risqué. Especially Bella…I mean-you see the title of this chap.? Yeah…go figure. Don't sue me.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, or any of its characters. Stephenie Meyer owns all respective characters.

Bella looked around, unsure of what to do. Someone knocked on the window again impatiently. Faintly, she heard someone say, "C'mon Princess! I'm hanging on a limb here!" Bella got up, and opened the window to find Edward hanging on the tree outside her window with one arm.

"What are you doing?" She screamed, and reached for his jacket.

"Hanging out." he grunted, and jumped to the sill. Bella let out a yell and jumped back.

"What the hell, man?" she hissed. Edward began scrambling into the window, then paused, and narrowed his eyes.

"Is your dad here?" he asked innocently.

"He just left for work, why?" she said frantically.

"Okay. Good." He grunted again, and lifted himself into her room. He landed with a thud, and cleared his throat before he got up and coolly brushed off his pants. "Hey Princess. How's it hanging?" Edward took off his jacket, and hung it over her chair. He slowly walked around her room, touching books, and random pieces of paper.

Bella watched him, and saw a bra and underwear on the floor. She lunged for them, but Edward was too quick, and picked them up.

"Why Princess Isabella…what do we have here?" he smirked, hanging the bra on one finger. "This is quite a sexy bra, missy." He chuckled, and folded it in half. He went to put it in his pocket, but she stopped him by grabbing it.

"You are not taking my bra." Bella said, holding it close to her chest. His hand slowly moved up so he could touch it again. She smacked his hand, and put the bra in her drawer. "Stop it." She growled when he stepped forward to the drawer. "Now…as I have asked before: why are you here?" Bella growled, tapping her foot.

"Just came to visit." Edward said and leaned down to get a better look at her books. Bella sat on the edge of the bed and pursed her lips while he touched her slow as hell computer. She looked down, and saw the skimpy tank top and short shorts she was wearing. Her face got red, and she got out a pair of long pajama pants, and a t-shirt.

"Um…" Bella saw him smelling a bottle of perfume she had on her desk. He snapped around and raised his eyebrows. "Just…whatever." She shook her head, and walked out to the bathroom to change. When she was in 'safe clothes' she walked into her room to find Edward lounging on her bed. "What…the hell are you doing on my bed?" she asked, putting her hand on her hip.

"This is comfy." He simply said, and began to bounce while still lying down. Bella approached him, and punched his arm.

"Off the bed please." She groaned.

"Why are you punching people? What the hell? Aren't Princess's supposed to be like-nice and innocent? You're just going around and being a bitch to everyone." Edward sat up though.

"Did you just call me a bitch?" she asked, frowning slightly.

"You need to take a chill pill, Princess. Calm down, alright?" Edward stood up, and put his hands on her shoulders. "How's it going with you?" he asked, moving to sit on her green computer chair.

"I was reading, and about to go to sleep…why are you here?" she said, clearly exasperated.

"My mom is at work, and there was nothing on T.V." he spun the chair around.

"And what? There wasn't anymore porn? Have you 'seen it all'?" she sat on her bed and straightened her legs in front of her.

"I don't like jacking off that much…I've done it too many times." He shrugged. Bella's eyes narrowed in confusion.

"So…you're a teenage BOYwho doesn't want to have sex?" Bella said, her eyes wide.

"Not sex-I'd be willing to fuck somebody. I just don't want my hand doing all the work, you know?" he patted the crotch of his jeans to make his point.

"I don't think I have ever heard of a boy…even a person who has wanted to not masturbate." She said, smiling slightly. Edward shrugged.

"Eh…it's getting kind of old…after you know, pretty much forever." Bella shook her head again in disbelief.

"That's still hard to wrap my head around. I don't…get how you can not want to touch yourself." Edward smirked at that statement and leaned towards her.

"Do you touch yourself Princess Isabella?" Bella's cheeks turned the color of tomatoes, her eyes widened, and she dropped her head into her hands. "Well?" Edward got up, and sat on the edge of her bed. "Tell me…it's okay if you do…" he muttered, a smirk still gracing his lips. Slowly, his long fingers touched her hair softly. "Do you?"

"No!" Bella said into her crossed arms. Edward lay down, and tried to look up at her.

"I don't believe that," he sang. "Hey-look at me. Please?" he said softly. Bella slowly looked up, but didn't look him in the eye-instead looking at the clock on her nightstand.

"It's like…10 o'clock. Shouldn't you be getting home?" she said in annoyance.

"I just got here. And I don't believe you." He said, raising a thick eyebrow.

"And why the hell not? I'm not a fucking pervert! I don't do that kind of shit!" she glared at him.

"But you said you can't get how someone would want to not touch themselves. So that means you must have touched yourself to know abo-"

"I said I don't do that kind of stuff!" she interrupted him. "Look-I'm really tired…can I just go to bed?" she asked. Edward looked at her, and nodded.

"Night." He opened her window, and looked back at her before jumping onto the branch. "Hey Princess?" he asked. Bella looked up at him.
"What do you want Edward?"

"You called me Edward." He smiled widely.

Bella rolled her eyes at him. "What did you want?"

"I think it's okay to touch yourself." Bella's jaw dropped, and her face got red again. Edward winked at her and jumped to the branch.

"He is a crazy son of a bitch." Bella put her hand over her eyes and sighed. Her head on the pillows, the last thing she saw was Edward in the shower…his hand on his dick…grunting 'Princess…my fucking Princess…'

*()()*

"Dad! My car won't start!" Bella walked into the house and leaned on the wall by the door. The chief looked over to the door and slowly got out of his creaking chair.

"What's wrong with it?" he followed Bella outside, and got into the cab.

"I tried turning the key…but-"

"I think the engine's fried. I'll call Chuck's tonight and have it towed so he can fix it." Charlie nodded and took the key out.

Bella was slightly exasperated, "You're not even going to check under the hood or anything?" her eyes were wide and her eyebrows were raised. "That's it?"

"Well, what else would it be, Bella?" Charlie frowned. "What do you know about cars?" Bella glared at him and stole her keys from him.

"I'm going to school now." She growled. Her book bag was over her shoulder, and the bottoms of her jeans were already getting wet.

"You want me to drive you?" the chief called down the driveway.

"No thanks!" she called back, and turned to walk to the high school. About half-way there, she got to thinking…Bella was brave last night.

She had tried going right to sleep after Edward left…but she couldn't help but think of what he said right before he left: 'I think it's okay to touch yourself.' And then he winked…GOD! The wink!

Bella stared at the dark floor and shifted. "Okay…I can do this, I guess…" she muttered in the darkness. Her hands danced down her chest, across her stomach, and to the waistband of her pajama pants. Bella's lips smashed together. "Should I?" she bit her bottom lip. A pit formed in her stomach. She was so close to going under her underwear when she paused again.

The girl sat up, hair moving around her face. "I can't do this!" she yelled at herself. The clock said 11:30 P.M. Bella ripped the sheets off her legs, and stood up. She grabbed her towel, a spare change of underwear, and walked into the bathroom.

In the shower, her eyes closed, she could picture Edward…walking into-WAIT! Her eyes snapped open. She did not want to have any sexual fantasies…especially about Edward Cullen. Still…he was pretty sexy with his-Bella! Stop it! She scolded herself. She shook her head, and blinked quickly.

"Brad Pitt…here I come…" she closed her eyes, and suddenly she was skinny, and as-if not more-beautiful as Angelina Jolie. In her fantasy, she and Brad were on a king size bed in a fancy hotel.

"Mmm…Princess Isabella…" he said in a rough voice, climbing on top of her. Bella slid a finger in smoothly, adding another in a second later. She pumped her fingers, leaning her head against the shower wall. She screamed as she reached her orgasm. She panted, smiling. Soon though, she began to shiver. Bella's heavy eyes opened slightly and she felt the cold water against her skin.

She turned off the water, her legs like jelly. She'd never done that before…and she loved it. Bella stepped out of the shower and saw herself in the mirror.

Her good mood turned sour in a matter of two seconds. She grimaced, and pinched her roll of fat going around her stomach. Bella sleepily wrapped the towel around her body and fell into the bed.

*()()*

"Where are you going?" Esme watched her son go into the garage. He paused, and looked at her, pointing to the door.

"Getting my bike?" he raised a brow.

"Nonsense-I'm driving you to school." She smiled widely.
Edward knit his eyebrows together. "And how the fuck am I supposed to get home, mother?" he asked her, smirking.

"I'm going to be home all day." Esme smirked back. Edward sighed deeply. "Get your ass in this car, child!" she yelled. Edward grimaced playfully.

"You're always bossing me around, lady! Why is that?" Edward asked her and got into the car.

"I do it because I love you-my baby boy!" she said gleefully. Esme reached over and grabbed his face, kissing his cheeks.

"Yeah, yeah." He said, smiling slightly. "Are we going or what?" he asked, leaning the seat back so he was practically laying down.

"I think I want you to trade in your bike, Edward." Esme said simply.

"That's not happening…hey-that looks like Princess…" he put the seat back up and opened the window, feeling the sprinkling rain on his face. "Princess!" he called. The girl in the salmon colored shirt paused, and turned around. Her face dropped once she saw him.

"Who's that?" Esme asked, trying to look out of her son's window.

"That's my Princess." He smirked, and opened the door while the car was still moving.

"Jesus Edward! Are you fucking crazy?" Esme yelled at him and slammed her feet on the brakes. Her son simply waved her off and jogged to Bella.

"Hey-you want a ride?" he asked, nodding to his mother's car. She looked back, and smiled at Esme, who was smiling at her widely.

"I think I'll just walk." Bella shook her head.

"Nonsense-it's going to be pouring down rain any second now. And I wouldn't want you to catch a cold, sweetie." Esme had pulled up next to them, and said out of the window. Bella glanced at the ever darkening sky.

"C'mon-it won't kill ya…would it?" Edward smiled. Bella closed her eyes and sighed deeply.

"Okay-why not?" she shrugged.

"Thank you…my lady…" he said in a bad British accent while he opened the passenger side door for her.

"Thanks…I guess?" Bella said awkwardly.

"I'm Esme-Edward's mom." Esme smiled widely at Bella.

"I'm Bella-Edward's…Chief Swan's daughter." She corrected herself.

"Everybody ready?" Esme looked at Bella and back at Edward who was sitting right behind Bella.

"Yeah, I think so, thanks for the ride."

"Oh, it's no problem sweetie! See? We're already here!" Esme laughed to herself, and stopped the car in front of the school. "I'll pick you two up after school, okay?" she called before they got out.

"Bye mom." Edward leaned forward, and allowed his mother to kiss his cheek.

"It was nice meeting you, Bella." Esme gave her a sweet smile, and drove off. Once she was gone, Bella turned to Edward.

"Okay, so I let you give me a ride…now-leave. Me. Alone." She growled, and turned to walk to homeroom. She put her hand on the door handle and paused, not ready mentally to face the crowds of students.

"You okay?" Edward appeared next to her, and grabbed the door handle from her.

"I'm fucking perfect." She muttered to herself. "I'll be right back-I left something in my car." She shrugged, and walked to the other side of the parking lot.

"But you drove to school with me…" Edward watched her as she paced in front of the cars, and leaned against the door casually.

*()()*

Bella didn't even bother getting a drink today. As soon as her class had let out for lunch, she was off to the library. She entered slowly, her shoulders tense. She looked around for Edward, but found him nowhere. "Thank God." She breathed when she saw that she was alone. Bella sat at one of the tables, and put her head down on the desk.

"I hate them…" she whimpered, trying to hold in her tears.

She was walking to lunch, her arms crossed. On the outside, her face was totally composed and cool. She pretended that 'Little Piggy' and 'Fat Fuck' weren't going to get to her. But then, that jackass (she had learned his name was Mike Newton) and his friends had decided to circle around her, snorting.

"Hey Little Piggy-why don't you give me some of dat junk in da trunk?" he asked, reaching for her ass. She backed away, but ended up in the arms of a white guy with bad acne.

"Ew! She's such a Fat Fuck!" he pushed her back, making her end up in the arms of a guy in nearly all her classes: Tyler Crowley.

"Love fat chicks…more cushion for the pushin!" he joked, and with one hand, grabbed her ass, and with the other grabbed her hair. "Get over here, whore." She tried to pull away, but it was of no use. He was strong-Bella was weak.

"Stop…" she whimpered, the tears finally falling from her eyes.

"Let's go get lunch! I want some pizza before Little Piggy gets there to eat it all up!" a sophomore boy complained, touching his stomach.

"Alright, alright…" Tyler said in annoyance. He looked at her, smirking. "I'll be seeing you later…" he whispered, and leaned in to her lips. She turned hastily, so he ended up getting her ear instead. They dispersed, leaving Bella alone, still shaken.

Slowly, she walked to the library, where she promptly began crying.

*()()*

"Why did you beat up Mike Newton and his friends, Mr. Cullen?" the principal asked Edward sternly. Edward paid him no mind, and wiped blood off his nose in the bathroom mirror.

"Felt like it." He only shrugged. The principal sighed in annoyance.

"Well, 'felt like it' is not a reason for beating up a group of students."

"They were being assholes, that's why." He shrugged once more.

"Mike Newton is in the hospital for a fractured jaw!" the principal said in exasperation. Edward only laughed, his nose crinkling up.

"I know-and Crowley's nose is broken!" he said cheerily, laughing like he was watching a comedy in the theaters.

"Putting someone in the hospital is very serious, Mr. Cullen!" Principal Hanson knit his eyebrows again. "You better hope their parents let you off the hook! And not land you in Juvenile Hall once again. For now, you have detention every 3 days for 2 weeks."

"Yeah. I know." Edward rolled his eyes.

"Now get to class!" Principal Hanson scolded him, and walked out of the bathroom. Edward smirked while he went to cleaning his lip.

He saw them harassing her. And hell no, was anybody going to mess with Princess Bella. He liked hanging out with her-she was so fucking uptight about the most random shit! So once they were in the school, Edward flew in for the attack-punching Newton right in the jaw. And after that, he slammed his face into a locker, just to be sure he wouldn't be calling Bella 'Little Piggy' any more.

"Why the fuck are you going to call a Princess that?" he said to Crowley, punching his nose. Two tiny freshmen went in for the attack. Edward raised his brow at them. "What're you going to do?" he asked. The boys looked at each other fearfully, and then ran down the hallway.

"AHHHH!" Eric Yorkie screamed, and punched Edward's nose. The tall boy held his nose in his hands, and felt blood trickling out.

"Get out of my fucking way, you prick." Edward said in annoyance, still holding his nose.

"Why don't you make me Cullen?" Yorkie said, trying to look threatening.

"Know what Yorkie? There's blood on my hands." Edward lifted his hands up, and showed Eric his red palms. The pimply boy saw the blood, his eyes crossed and he fell to the floor. "Fucking pussy. Can't even handle a little blood." Edward muttered and walked to the bathroom…and then he had the pleasure of talking to Principal Hanson.

When the school day was over, he waited for Bella outside the locker rooms. Only, she never came out. "Alice!" he called to the short, dark haired girl walking to her prized yellow Porsche. She turned around and smiled when she saw the tall boy.

"Hey Edwina! What's up?"

"Where's Bella?" he asked, panting slightly from trying to catch up to her. Alice frowned.

"Well, she was definitely in gym today-we played badmitton, and she was on my team, and oh my God, Edward! First, she dropped the racket, and then she hit herself on the head, and I was like: 'Aw! Are you okay?' and then, she missed the birdie like a milli-"

"ALICE!" Edward yelled, making her jump. He softened his tone a bit. "I don't need a play by play of what you guys did in gym…all I wanted to know is where she is."

"I don't know…I don't even think she came up to the locker rooms to change." Alice shrugged.

"Alright…that's a little bizarre. Thanks anyway Al." Edward shook his head.

"No problem!" she called after Edward, who was jogging to the gym.

*()()*

Bella was sitting on the floor of the showers, still in her gym clothes. The water poured over her while she leaned against the wall.

Out of nowhere, she heard her name being called. "Bella? Bella!" she slowly pushed the button to shut the water off. "Bella, if you're naked, tell me-because I don't want to see you naked!" Edward called. She frowned at that. "…well, it's not like I don't want to see you naked-because I definitely would like to! It's just that I don't think I should see you butt-ass naked unless you're ready to show me your butt…does that make sense?" Edward rambled on and on.

Bella sighed, but smiled nonetheless from his ramblings. "I'm not naked, Edward." She stood up, and walked to her locker.

"Why the fuck are you wet?" he asked, running over to her.

"I-"

"I know I said that I didn't want to see you naked unless you were ready, but you have to get into some dry clothes!" Edward said with wide eyes.

"I don't have any." She shrugged. Edward walked to her locker and pulled out her sweatpants.

"Where's your shirt?" he asked. She pulled her gray t-shirt that was clinging to her body. He nodded, and turned around.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her eyes widening. Edward's back moved with fluidity as he took off his green t-shirt. He turned to her.

"You have to wear dry clothes. If your bra is wet, make sure you take it off…and your underwear, kay?"

"I'm not doing that!" she hissed.

"Bella-it's freezing out there." He said simply, and put his shirt in her hands. Her eyes…might have wandered a bit.

Their eyes met-green and brown looking into each other. Suddenly, brown was on the move. Her eyes traced his nose, and jaw line. Down to his neck, and his chest, which was a little pale, but so was she. He was perfect…not too many muscles, but just enough. Bella's eyes moved down to his fitted jeans, where he had a full on tent going on. She tried to imagine what exactly was going on in his head at that moment, but she couldn't think.

Green eyes traced Bella's wet body. He looked at her smooth, pale face, and warm pink lips-lips he pictured taking him…lips he pictured kissing roughly. A tongue came out, only enhancing the vision. Her clothes clung to her body, especially her breasts, where two peaks began poking out of the wet fabric. He pictured doing extremely bad things with those things, when all of a sudden, his phone ringtone went off.

They both jumped back, looking towards the ground. They laughed awkwardly, and Bella went into the bathroom stall to strip down. Edward watched her walk off, and put his phone to his ear. "Yeah?"

"Where are you two?" Esme said sternly into the phone. "I've been waiting here for ten minutes!"

"Yeah-we'll um…we'll be there in a sec mom. Kay?" he hung up the phone, and leaned against the lockers.

Bella, who had just finished changing, sighed deeply, and leaned against the stall door.

A/N: And on that note, we end the chappie. :) Sad note?/Happy note? You can decide that for yourself.

You know what? I totally forgot to ask you guys a question last time! Sorry 'bout that! So there are two questions!

QUESTION 1: Has anybody ever snuck into your room ;)

QUESTION 2: Girls: has a guy ever fought somebody for you? Guys (are there any?): have you ever fought for a girl you like?

Hoped you liked it! Love you guys forever! XOXO