I don't own Twilight!! Stephenie Meyer does, or have you never seen her name on the cover of the book?

Eric's POV

I will do this for the team.

For the club.

For Bella Swan.

Okay, not so much for her, but for the other dudes that think about her.

They must have really nasty dreams.

I know that going to the Cullen place was dangerous.

Practically suicidal.

But we must know.

What kind of underwear does she wear?

Does she wear lingerie?

I look over at her, her long hair hanging down over her book as she intensely reads, her brow furrowed in concentration.

Edward puts his arm over her shoulder and frowns at me.

Edward. Gah.

Another reason not to do this.

He is really freaky.

He looks at you like he can take you anytime, anywhere.

He has a softening in his eyes when he sees Bella though.

He really cares for her.

But he doesn't deserve her. Neither do all the stupid jocks that are in the club either. She needs to be cherished, nutured, and loved, not just tools for... like the other guys think of her as.

I'll bet he thinks of her in that way two.

There's the bell.

I'm going in.

Edward POV

"Honey?" I asked Bella as we walked towards her truck.

I shuddered in my mind when I hear all the repulsive things the guys and girls were thinking as Bella and I climbed in.

she looks so hot…

she doesn't deserve him…

mmm right like that Bella…

slut…

ho…

I'd like that skirt on my bedroom floor baby…

"Yeah?" she said, genuinely surprised.

"Do you think that we could go to my house today?" I asked.

Confusion furrowed her brow. "Sure, but why?" she asked.

"You'll see," I said grinning at her.

I smiled even more when I heard her heart race.

Eric POV

I looked behind my back nervously until I reached my car.

As I pulled out of the schools drive, I kept looking nervously behind me.

I was at the start of the dirt road that went to the Cullen's house.

As I traveled through the tunnel of greenery, I had to look in front of me, and I still felt as if someone is watching me.

I parked the car and went to the trellis.

Climbing up three stories is no mean feat.

But I got there.

It was a nice room, I suppose.

But the thing that drew my attention the most wasn't the carpet.

It was the black photo book.

It's name?

"Bella's Lingerie"

I took the book and leafed through it. Wow!!

I have never seen this much stuff.

I'm taking this to the headquarters.

I see a rusty truck pull up and know I'm a goner.

I hid in the closet.

Edward, is that Emmett's car?

No, Emmett isn't here.

Who's car is it then?

Don't know…

There's a wallet in the back.

Crap!! My wallet was in the back!

Eric Yorkie.

Mike already stalked you, we need to make a list!

I hear them come in, and I bent my head, praying.

I guess the wind opened the door, because the door suddenly opened and there was a whoosh!!

There was no one there, so I ran, scrambled down the trellis, and roared away from the Cullen's, never to return again.

***HEADQUARTERS***

Mike POV

"B-B-bu-but it was there! Pictures of all kinds of underwear, catalogued and styled!" Eric said, obviously almost wetting himself.

"We do not like fake work, Eric," I said, anger transforming me. "Go outside."

As he sniveled off, I felt a bout of pity for the boy.

The notebook he brought was fake, but the pictures were real, of Emmett and Rosalie doing things I never wished to have been brought to my eyes!!

He might have taken the wrong notebook, I reasoned with myself. Give him time.

You are going to ask out Bella to prom and blackmail her to say yes. No one can do anything.

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