For those of you who reviewed, I want to thank you. I love reading the reviews and it amazes me how supportive you guys all are.

Here's another side note I really want you guys to take in. For now, FORGET about Bella and Edward. That's right, I said FORGET about them. (Please don't kill me.) In chapter 2, I wanted to show that Bella and Mike are pretty solid in their relationship. Will Bella and Edward happen? Well, I can't tell you guys that. You'll just have to find out for yourself. *grins*

And to answer the fans—

WhereWereYou: I hope you can tell that SOB is the name of the gang. You probably have heard of this phrase, you just never heard anyone shorten the phrase to "SOB." Once you find out what it stands for, you'll probably think I'm stupid for choosing this name. But after writing revisions and re-reading my drafts, calling the gang "SOB" just started to fit.

Mfrancesj: No, Bella did not bump into Mike making out with another girl. Mikes loves her too much to do that to her. I know, crazy right? It's a totally different Mike from other fanfictions and especially different from the original Twilight. But hey, it's AU for a reason.

Clancy119: Yes! I am getting down to business. I promised I would write this story, so here it is! As for your questions, you just need to read and wait…

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CHAPTER 3: EPOV

Starting History Part 3

Great, just fucking great. Thursday, It's the first day of school of my senior year. Why the hell do we have to go to school in the first place? Every day we have to deal with teachers and their attitudes, always looking down on us as if we're some kind of animals. Okay, well maybe they only look down on me and my kind, but still. At my school, it's the people with money who rule. Me? I don't have money. But I bet you, if I did, the teachers would be a whole lot nicer than they are now.

I just live with my mom. My dad? Yeah, he died. May he rest in peace. I miss him so much. He was the one who taught me how to be a man. I'll never forget any of the things that he taught me. Too bad I wasn't putting much of that knowledge to use. But whatever, I'm in a gang. When you're in a gang, you have no time to act like a gentleman. It's usually our fists that do the talking, not our fucking lips. We use our lips for other occasions, if you know what I mean.

But anyways, my mom? Yeah, she's the best thing in this world. Always so sweet and caring. But she's also weak. I'm in a gang to protect myself, so I won't get in anyone's bad nerve. But honestly? It's just to protect her. The thought of seeing her close to death, well, just don't make me think about it. She's always been there.

However, as great as my mom is, she's not the only thing in my life. The gang? Yeah, that's a big part of me too. I have to breathe, live, and eat the Sons of Bitches. (A/N: I know, I know, it's a corny gang name, but it was all I could think of. Now, after writing, the SOB just sticks.) Even though I'm in a gang for protection, that still doesn't mean I don't live my life in fear. I just don't let the fear get to me. Everyday, we have to fight, argue, punch, shoot, stab, you name it, we've done it.

Plus, it's a gang. We have an important reputation to keep up. We can't be known as the Sissies of Bitches.

A part of me, or a big part of me, wants to get out. I can't stand it. We do bad things, things that can keep us in jail forever. I want to get out. I'm dying to get out. I just don't. I'm not afraid of some fucking challenge; hell, I do fucked up challenges everyday. I just think one more year of being around this gang is going to be worth it. After all of this high school shit, I graduate. Then, if I'm lucky, I'll go to college. I'll take me and my mom out of here and leave the SOB. The fucking SOB can just suck my dick once we leave. Because once we leave, we're never coming back, ever. I know my mom wants to stay, to make a life that my father tried so hard to create. But I'm the man of the house now. Dad died trying to make a life. I can't have her risking her life. It's not worth my mother's life. Hell, nothing is worth my mother's life.

Yeah my life sucks, so what? Everyone's life in this part of the city sucks. That's why we're all in a gang, to stick with each other. None of us are rich or has money. Whenever we want something, we work damn hard for it. Not like some people on the other side that use credit cards and shit. We work through our living. We work for our money. And for that, we're damn proud of it. We don't take handouts either. If someone even thought of giving a handout…

Some of us gang members steal. You heard me, steal. And not just the phony stealing a pack of gum, but downright steal. We also deal drugs too. But me? I know better. I don't want to spend my time in jail for doing something stupid. I have enough brains cells to know what to do and what not to do. Like I said before, I don't take handouts. I told Carlisle Cullen (A/N: Carlisle Cullen is the SOB's leader. Now you see why Edward is "Edward MASEN," not "Edward Cullen."), the leader of SOB, that I'm not going to steal nor am I dealing drugs. I'm not stupid. Carlisle always tries to convince me otherwise, but I have a brain. Too bad his brain is too fucked up with all the drugs he takes and all the shit he sniffs. Oh well, it's not my brain so I don't give a damn.

I get out of bed to get ready. I walk over to my dresser and just grab a pair of old jeans, a white t-shirt, and my SOB black leather jacket. No need to fancy it up. It's just school. Plus, the SOB black leather jacket is a must. It shows and represents who and what I am. That, and a couple of tattoos. Nothing scares a group of people than tattoos. I have a tattoo on my bicep. It's the symbol of SOB: an SOB with a knife stabbing in the middle of the 'O' and blood dripping. Oh yeah, we are well known for all the bloody fights we cause and end. It's our thing.

I looked out of my window. Well what do you know? I guess the sun does shine. I grabbed my sunglasses. I drive a motorcycle, my most prized possession. I may be in a gang, but I know how to be a safe driver. If the sun is blinding me, how the hell am I going to see the road and the oncoming traffic? I'm not stupid as most people think. I'm a damn good driver. No way in hell am I going to get into an accident or else we would lose our house for sure.

I grab my chains and hang them over my jeans. Those chains are just for effect. But whenever needed, I use them to threaten people. I also wear the traditional SOB red bandana. I usually tie it over my arm, the arm that I have my tattoo. It makes things all the more mysterious.

I go into my bathroom to take a shower, brush my teeth, and whatnot. When I finish my shower, I look at myself in the mirror. What the hell am I doing here?

I clean up and try to look presentable. I can never leave the house without my mom always telling me to fix myself up. According to her, appearances matter. But according to everyone that wants to breathe, my appearances mean SOB. I look at my hair and get tired of it quickly. I don't even care about my stupid hair. It's always in a disarray. Even when I fix it, it gets ruined. I don't even care. I just run my fingers through it and deal with it. I check the time. Shit, why did I wake up so damn early?

I go into the kitchen to eat breakfast. My mom is up and she's made some pancakes. Got to love mom. "Morning mom. Thanks for the breakfast."

"What makes you think I cooked these for you?"

"Mom, besides you, I'm the only one you cook for."

"Now don't sass me Edward."

"I only do it out of love." I walk up to her and give her a kiss on the cheek. She and I always joke around like this. We don't have an amazing life, so why not try to fill it up with smiles? Well, at least that's what mom says.

"I have to go to the store after work. So I won't be home until later. Be careful when I'm out."

"Mom, I'm 18 years old. I'm not some 8 year old boy."

"Hmm…that's funny. Because when you were 8 years old, you thought you were big and tough too."

"Mom…"

"I'm your mother. I have a right to always want you to be safe."

"Especially since I joined SOB, right?"

"I want you to be careful in the SOB. You shouldn't have joined."

"Mom, you know as well as I do that I did it to protect myself and you."

"But Edward…"

"But nothing mom."

"I don't want you to end up like your father."

"I won't. He's taught me things that I'll never forget. I will put some of that knowledge to use."

"Some? Why not all of it?"

"Because all of it might get me killed like dad."

"Don't talk about your father like that Edward Masen!"

"I'm sorry," I sighed. Talking about my father, her husband, was always a sore subject between me and my mom. He was too damn good of a man, too bad… "Forgive me?"

"I always do, son, I always do." She gave me a quick kiss on the forehead. "Now eat your breakfast. You don't want to be late for school."

"Yes Ma'am."

"That's my boy."

"Mom, I'm your only boy." She laughed and left the house, leaving for work. Mom is just a waitress at some diner. She doesn't make much, but it's enough to survive.

When I finished my breakfast, I grabbed my backpack and left the house. My Ducati, I love my motorcycle. That's how I get around places, by my motorcycle. Some idiot wanted to get rid of it because of some stupid reason. I don't know what the reason was, but it's stupid if you're going to trash a Ducati. Once I found it in the junkyard, I took it in and fixed it up. Took me a long time too, but I did it. I worked hard for it. If anything were to happen to it, I'd be one angry man. That's right, I called myself a man. I'm 18 years old, I'm official legal to do anything. No one can stop me now.

Once I got outside, I put on my sunglass, and I see Tanya, my ex-girlfriend, sitting on my Ducati. Why the hell is she here? Doesn't she understand that we're over? "Tanya, what the hell? Get off of my Ducati."

"Oh Edward, don't be like that."

"Be like what?" I notice what she is wearing. She's wearing a red tube top, hanging so low that you can see her cleavage. She's not wearing a bra because you can see her nipples against the cloth. She's also wearing a mini black leather skirt and some leather knee high boots. Her nails are so fucking long, they've made permanent markings on some people who cross her path.

"All ass-like and whatnot." She came up to me and tried to seduce me, using her finger to trace my cheek. "But if you continue, I do have to say, you all riled up is sure damn sexy."

"Tanya, don't you get it? It's over between us."

"Why? It doesn't have to be. I can show you a very good time." I knew what she meant, sex. That bitch wants to have sex with me, again. She already had me once, too bad she blew it.

"Tanya, stop it. Why are you here?"

"I was just wondering if you could give me a ride to school?" She pouted.

Being the gentleman that my mom tried to raise me to be, I reached over to my Ducati and handed her my extra helmet. "Fine. Hop on." When she hopped on, I started ridding to school. While sitting behind me, she made sure to sit extra close to me. I could feel her pressing up against my back. Her hands? Lets just say she enjoys traveling south. Of course it pissed me off. I didn't want her touching my jewels. When we were at a stoplight I snared at her, "Tanya. Keep your fucking hands to yourself."

"Fucking hands? You want my hands to fuck you?"

"Tanya…" I growled. When the light turned green, I had no choice but to ride. She just giggled at me and continued groping me. Now, she just plain disgusted me.

Tanya and I used to go out. She's also in the SOB. I know, a girl in a gang is screwed up, right? But she's not a screwed up chick. She knows how to stand her ground. That chick, with her nails, I swear…she is violent. That was one of the reasons why I liked her so much. But that's the thing, I used to like her. When we were together, I actually thought we were in love. We even made it to the stage of having sex. Back then, I would've called it making love, but now I just look back disgusted with myself. I broke up with her when I saw her screwing some other boy. That pissed me off big time. She told me she had to do something at her house. Being the thoughtful boyfriend I thought I was, I went by her house to drop by some food. However when I arrived, there was a car on her driveway. When I looked through the windows, I saw her and some boy going at it like stupid horny teenagers. Pissed off, I yelled at her "It's over" and rode away. I wanted to punch the lights out on that fool, touching my girl. But the truth was that if she did it with one guy, how many guys has she cheated on me with?

As I finally got to school, I parked in a parking space. I literally threw Tanya off my bike, grabbed her wrist, and growled at her, "Tanya, what did you think you were doing?"

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