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Chapter 3 – Genie In A Bottle

Forks High School Class of 1999

(EPOV)

"If you wanna be with me, baby
There's a price you pay
I'm a genie in a bottle
You gotta rub me the right way
If you wanna be with me
I can make your wish come true
You gotta make a big impression
I gotta like what you do…"

"God," I groaned. "Really, isn't it a little early for them to have already started in with this shit?"

The DJ had set up in the corner of the school gym, and was bringing us the "Hits of 99". I already thought I might poke my eyes out. Or my ears. Or both.

This evening has already been a lesson in patience.

First, at the sign in table, Jessica Stanley pretty much molested me while insisting she put my name tag on for me. She had leaned over the table to point to where I needed to sign in, and her frizzy blond hair fell into her face as she vulgarly attempted to show off her horrible boob job. Then, as she brought my name tag to my chest, she tried to do a seductive shimmy, and leaned in far more then what anyone would consider appropriate, to place the vinyl sticker on my chest.

All I could smell was hairspray and bubble gum and I wanted to puke. I guess she took my speechlessness as a good sign, so she leaned in and not-so-subtly whispered, "Two of my kids are staying with their daddies tonight. So, if you're bored later, come find me."

Kill. Me. Now. I am in a gym full of people I hated in high school, listening to music I detested in high school, and the only person I wanted to see wasn't even here. Great.

"What the fuck is that?" Jasper asks while grabbing my face and turning it to the dance floor.

At first my eyes didn't focus. But then...then I saw it. There was a balding guy on the dance floor with one of those 10-months-pregnant bellies that you just know if full of beer. All I could see was the back of him or a glimpse of his profile, while he pretended to rub his body like a bottle and did some kind of "I Dream of Genie" move with his arms in front of him.

Jasper stared as if he had just seen Jesus descend from heaven, and slowly our dancing queen did a half-turn so we could see his face.

MIKE-FUCKING-FAT-BALDING-NEWTON.

He saw me, and waved, then clomped over wiping his sweaty puffy face, and huffing to get his breath under control.

"Cullen!" He wheezed, slapping my back with his pudgy hand "Look at you! Mr. C.E.O. now, huh?"

"Yep," I mumbled, because it took everything in my power not to laugh right in his dumb sweaty face. "What are you up to lately Mike?"

"Well, I've been helping Dad with the sporting goods store. I get to train all of the new cashiers, if you know what I mean…" he said, as he waggled his eyebrows like a ridiculous cartoon character.

Before I could tell him what a complete asshole he was, Tyler Crowley waved him back to the dance floor for another round of fat-guy-in-a-little-coat.

I was starting to get pretty fucking pissed. I left Chicago for three full days to come out for the reunion, and I never took time off from work.

I walked over to the bar, and got a jack and coke while I watched Jasper do his subtle 'Which ladies don't have a ring on?' evaluation.

I was on my second drink when Jasper grabbed my shirt and spun me around towards the front door.

"Have you been holding out on me cock sock?" he whispered, while he pointed to the door. "Who is that goddess by the door?"

I looked over at the entrance, and saw a petite black haired girl dancing through the door, her hips swaying to Ricky Martin's "Living La Vida Loca".

"I have no clue. She didn't go to school with me. Maybe she's somebody's wi--"

Before I could get the words out of my mouth, Bella walked up next to the little pixie and handed her a glass of wine.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! She's here! I started to panic.

Man up you pussy. You wanted her to be here, and here she is, I told myself.

Jasper, always being able to feel out a situation, grabbed me by my jacket and hauled me into the bathroom.

"Look dipshit, Isabella Swan is right out those doors. She has haunted your God damned wet dreams for 10 years. Tonight you're going to be the suave motherfucker I know you are, and sleep with her, and see you just built all this shit up in your head." Jasper seethed at me while grabbing on tightly to the lapels of my jacket.

He's right, she isn't perfect. She is just this idea you have in your head of her. Go over there and knock her down a few pegs. Down….going down…..Bella going down on me. Stop it! You have to be on your game. You can't go over there half-cocked when you talk to her.

Jasper and I headed out of the bathroom, and I stopped far enough away so I could look at Bella before I went to talk to her. I needed to take her in before I could speak.

She was standing up against the wall, looking like a vision straight from my most seductive fantasies. She looked like a Hollywood Starlet from the 50's, with her mahogany hair floating in soft waves around her face, pale creamy luminescent skin, and lips the most enticing shade of red.

She had on the sexiest dress I had ever seen. It came up to her neck and hit just below her knees, with little red pleats peaking out at the bottom of the hem, drawing attention to the most magnificently sculpted legs I had ever seen. It wasn't tight, but hugged her curves, and oozed sex appeal in a way that made my mind start to get a little fuzzy. The dress was black with little red buttons, a little accent of red around the collar, and red accent under her bust, that made her chest look like the perfect place to lay my head while I worshiped her. I took my time getting one last look from the bottom to the top.

I wanted to rip that dress right off of her and find out what splendor was hidden underneath, but if I ripped the dress off, I would never be able to see the sight of her in it again.

What to do… what to do… I'm ready. This is it…The theme from Rocky started playing in my head… I'm going in.

I walked over to her slowly. I didn't want to seem too anxious, but she saw me coming and her whole face lit up.

Fuck it, I have been doing this slowly for 10 years!

I picked up the pace, and made my way over to her and her friend, Jasper close on my tail.

"Edward, I'm so glad you're here," she said, as she put her hand on my forearm and squeezed sending sparks of pleasure across my skin.

Well, this is new…Okay, I can do physical contact...

"Bella you remember my older brother Jasper?" I motioned to Jasper, who had already gotten very close to Bella's friend.

"Of course, and this is my best friend and business partner, Alice."

"Ahhh…So she has a name, Alice, that's a beautiful name. We can name our first born AJ, for Alice and Jasper," Jasper purred to Alice, laying the charm on thick, as he kissed her hand.

I was smirking, waiting for the usual slap or "oh please", but she giggled. She actually giggled. Bella looked as dumbfounded as I did.

"Your glass looks almost empty. Why don't we make our way to the bar so we can freshen it up," Jasper said, while leading her with his hand.

"Okay", she breathed, and allowed him to take her away, never taking her eyes off his.

"What the hell was that?" Bella asked, before I could turn around.

"Um… Jasper being Jasper?" I replied sheepishly.

"No, not him, her! Normally, she would have already thrown a drink on him and walked away, but she just stood there like she'd been lobotomized." Bella mused, while watching the couple make their way to the bar.

I was close enough to smell her.

Still all gardenias and honey.

"Bella, look at you!"

I heard a voice like silk, and knew without turning around that it was Rosalie. Before Bella could speak, Rose had already closed the gap between them and grabbed her in a tight hug. Rose was one of those Amazon women; tall, blonde, beautiful, and goddess like. She just never did it for me. I had always had a thing for brunettes.

I heard someone clear their throat behind me, and I turned to see a beast of a guy. He looked easily 6'3, and that wasn't even the most impressive part. He had one of those bodies that made Popeye's arms look like puny girl arms. He would have scared the shit out of me, if it wasn't for the way he ducked his head down at the floor, looking a little embarrassed.

"Umm…Rose, did you forget we talked about this? You're supposed to remember to introduce me to your friends tonight," the giant said in the sweetest way possible, almost like he was scared of her.

"Oh stop being such a fucking baby. I was just saying hello to a friend," Rose barked. "Edward, Bella, this is my husband Emmett McCarty," she said almost sweetly, before looking at him and sneering.

"You'll have to excuse Rose. She's always a bitch during her first trimester of pregnancy," Emmett said softly, almost endearingly.

Bella and I watched as the two of them put their hands on her belly.

Bella, always possessing better social graces, asked, "Is this your first child?"

"Hell no, this will be our fourth!" boomed Emmett with the most pride I had ever heard.

"Okay guys, it was really nice to see you, but I have to pee every ten minutes, my feet are swollen, and I have a strange desire to go over in that coat closet and take a nap. So, Emmett and I are taking off. Bella, why don't you call me tomorrow we can have lunch and catch up?" With that, Emmett guided Rose through the dance floor, looking like he might kill any poor son of a bitch that bumps into her.

I turned back to Bella. "Wow. Four kids, that's crazy!" I said, giving her back my full attention.

"Yeah…what about you? Any kids? Marriage? Any of that?"

"No… I've been so busy with work I've only gotten close with one woman. I called off the engagement after a month. It just never felt right." I answered truthfully. "You?" I asked, almost holding my breath, willing her to say no.

"Oh, God, no! Alice and I have been so wrapped up in this clothing line for the past couple of years, I don't even know what a date is," she joked.

"I had heard you started a clothing line a few years back. I assume it's doing well?"

"Yes, really well, actually," she said, gesturing to her dress. "This is actually from our fall line."

Thank God! I can rip the dress right off of her, and she can just go and make another one!

By that point, I was done with all of the small talk, and I knew it was time to get the ball rolling.

The song changed to "Kiss Me" by Sixpence None the Richer, and she started to laugh.

"Remember when they played this song five times in a row at prom?" she asked, while clearly thinking back to that night.

"Umm, no actually, I don't remember. I didn't go to prom." I reminded her.

"Oh that's right, I forgot," she mumbled, as a familiar bright blush formed on her cheeks.

This is it, time for the suave motherfucker.

"Well, it only seems fair that I get to dance to this song at least one time in this gym, if everyone else from the class of '99 danced to it five times," I said, as I extended my hand to her.

She didn't even hesitate. She took my hand, and we moved out onto the floor. I held her tiny hand in mine, and pressed my other hand into the small of her back willing her closer to me.

She looked up at me with her lips turned down into a small frown and asked, "Where are your glasses?"

I found myself so caught off guard by the question; I couldn't help but laugh a little. "I wear contacts now." I answered, smirking at her for thinking I would wear my glasses out if I didn't have to.

We kept dancing, and slowly my ten years of waiting started to transform me into nothing more than a horny teenager, who couldn't control his hard-on next to a pretty girl. The song changed, and Sarah McLachlan's "Angel" started to play.

Bless you annoying "Hits of '99" DJ!

I pulled her in closer to me, not caring if she was able to feel my excitement for her. Her breath hitched slightly, alerting me to the fact that she had felt me pressed against her.

It's now or never.

I gathered her hair off of one shoulder, and grazed my nose across her neck, just under her jaw. I placed a single chaste kiss right behind her ear. A shiver went through her, and I knew things were going exactly the way I wanted them to. I slowly moved my lips up to her ear as I exhaled and asked, "Would you like to stay, or could I escort you home this evening?"

She looked up at me like she had no clue where she was, and just nodded her head. I leisurely trailed my hand down her bare arm before I clasped her hand and pulled her off the dance floor, and towards the door.

I felt my body pitch back slightly, as she stopped dead in her tracks.

Fuck! She's changed her mind. I'm going to have to go home and fist fuck with Bella Swan yet again only in fantasy.

I turned to see her searching around the gym.

"Alice, I can't just leave her here. She doesn't know anybody and doesn't have a way to get home."

I looked around and hit pay dirt. In the corner, Alice and Jasper were making out like a couple of fifteen year olds. I pointed over in their direction using the hand that was still holding hers.

"I think she will be just fine," I whispered in her ear, as she let out a small sigh.

We moved through the crowd so rapidly I couldn't even make out the faces of our forgotten classmates. I quickly had her at the passenger side of my car, and I yanked at the handle as if I could break it off. I didn't care, I couldn't control it anymore. I needed her with every fiber of my being.

"FUCK!" I almost shouted, as I slammed the car into reverse, catching Bella off guard. "I didn't get a hotel room. I decided to stay with my parents. I'm sure that both the hotels in Forks are probably booked because of the reunion."

"That's okay; Charlie is over at Sue's tonight. So, until Alice gets there, we have the whole place to ourselves." She stated.

She might as well have said 'Edward I want you to fuck me all night long and then please allow me to give you the best blow job of your life.', because that was all I heard when she said 'all to ourselves.'

I kept her hand in mine the entire ride to her house, and we made it there in mere minutes. She always used to yell at me for driving too fast, but tonight she never complained once. She didn't even wait for me to make it to her side of the car before she was out. Normally, I insisted on being a gentleman, but it was fucking hot to know she was just as ready for this as I was.


AN - This chapter inspired by Mike-Fucking-Fat-Balding-Newton and brought to you courtesy of Christian Aguilera - Genie In A Bottle

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Note: Edited cuz I found some mistakes and I'm too anal retentive to let it go!