A/N Unfortunately, I still do not own Twilight or the original characters (mores the pity!) No copy rite infringement is intended. This is not done for financial gain, just for fun.

Hi again everyone, this chapter will be an EPOV. I'm going to throw a couple of these in along the way, they will mainly be recaps from his view, just so we all know what's going on inside that pretty little head of his.

Special thanks go out to the lovely Keye Cullen who pre read for me, and the wonderful and funny Rita01TX, without their help I would definitely be too "More tea vicar." For the good people of Forks.

Enjoy.

Chapter 4

EPOV

Isabella Swan.

Isabella Swan.

Fuck, just saying her name did things to me. It gave me a tingle deep down in my belly. It made me hard. That's why I had to give her a nickname. I've watched her for so long now. She doesn't know. She thinks I'm an ass. Hell I am an ass...Calling her out on things, always ready with a snarky comment or three. I guess with her, I've just never gotten past the "pulling her pigtails cause I needed her attention" stage.

We have known each other most of our lives, but she doesn't know me at all. Not really. She doesn't know I am an intelligent, reliable and thoughtful guy. She doesn't know I watch the news, compose music for her and read real books. She thinks I am crude, loud and crass, a dumb ass jock .

Just like everyone else.

It's a veneer I've meticulously coated myself with over the years. It had been for survival mainly. Life would always be hard for the nerdy kid. Okay, maybe I did it just a little for the hell of it. Don't get me wrong, it had its benefits, the oh so willing girls for one, I might want Bella for my future, but I was still a guy with a few too many hormones, and I'll admit it...I've occasionally indulged myself.

I liked her the from first day I started school here. It was first grade. My family had moved to Forks, and Alice and I had been bundled off to school. There we were, clutching tightly to our lunch boxes. Alice's was Betty Boop.I think Betty is probably still be the style icon Alice models herself on to this day. My box had Scooby Doo on it. We were both timid back then, clinging to each other like we might fall over if we were separated.

Four big eyes flicking around the room, taking in the new surroundings. For the whole of the morning, we sat huddled together on the mat, afraid to move too far away from each other. Funny really, we hardly ever spend any time together now, Alice is always out, trailing around after her boyfriend Jasper, and I am either locked in my room, playing football, or sneaking out to climb Bella's tree.

At lunch, she came over and sat with us. Her lunch box was My Little held a bag of chips, and a cold slice of leftover pizza. Her mom had left home when she was a year old and I guess Charlie did the best he could. Alice and I had peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, carrot sticks, an apple and a carton of orange juice. She told us her name was Isabella, but we should call her Bella. I shared my carrots with her, and Alice shared her juice. Bella gave us some of her chips.

For a few years we were always together, sharing our lunch, sharing everything, new experiences, the dirt, the laughter and the tears. In summer she showed me how to make a daisy chain, and I showed her how to catch bugs.

Then it was 5th grade and it was all "I hate girls," "boys are stinky," so we drifted apart. But I never forgot her, not really. I always kept a distant eye on her. Watched her grow and bloom, Her face lost its baby fat and changed from pudgy to heart shaped. Her brown eyes widened, and her lips filled out. She stopped wearing her hair in pigtails and started wearing a band, which allowed it to fall in soft waves down her back. Fuck, she teased me with that hair and she didn't even know. I was desperate to run my fingers through it, wanted to bury my nose in it and I wanted to see how it would look all spread out over my pillow.

I worked hard to make myself popular by playing football, picking out the cool kids in the hope that some of their appeal would rub off on me. She just worked hard. She was never very popular with the other girls, jealous bitches. Angela Webber seemed to be her best friend, and she sometimes talked with Eric Yorkie, and Mike Newton, mainly because they had some classes together. Gym and English, I think.

Newton. That little shit had been trying to get his feet under the table lately and it was pissing me off. At least she didn't look too eager to take him on. What could I do? There was no way she would entertain going out with me after the way I behaved towards her and I couldn't exactly tell her that asshole Cullen wasn't the real me. It drove me crazy until, suddenly, I got my shot at redemption, thanks to Tyler Crowley and some unexpected ice.

I was just locking my car when I heard it. The brakes screeching as he fought to control the behemoth that was his van. I had seen her struggling with the ice when she checked out the chains on her tires. Then she had heard it too. What the hell! She wasn't even going to try and get out of the way! Just stood there and closed her eyes while he careered towards her. I didn't think twice, I had to do something, so I ran full tilt into her, tackling her like she was on the football field. Wrapping my arms around her as tightly as I could, cushioning her as much as possible from the impact of the hard ground. The van crashed into her truck and I cringed at the crunch, thinking what might have happened if I hadn't been around.

For a while she just lay there, muscles tensed, eyes squeezed shut. I was wondering how much I had hurt her, when she finally looked up at me. For a second my mind went to a dirty place, as she groaned. That sound, coupled with the feel of myself pressed on top of her made, my cock twitch and I couldn't help but grind my hips into her a little. I pulled my hands from underneath her and, I admit, I might have palmed her tit on the way past. I'm a guy..Sue me. It made her freak out though and I reluctantly rolled over and helped her up.

I got to ride with her in the ambulance to the hospital. Hell, If I was secretly hoping that she would have an epiphany and fall into my arms, I was going to be disappointed. She tried her best to pretend I wasn't there, even gave me a dirty look when her Dad shook my hand. I wasn't complaining. The way I drove, I was sure to get pulled at some point and being in with the Chief of police couldn't hurt, right?

I was just about scratching my head thinking how I could exploit my heroics to get Bella to see me as someone she might want to date, when the universe stepped in and helped me out. I nearly fucking laughed when Charlie said her truck was going to be out of action for some time. So, of course, I volunteered to be her chauffeur. She pulled a real sour face. God she must absolutely hate me. Still, I wasn't going to let something minor like that stop me, so I more or less fucking insisted. Luckily, Charlie mustn't have wanted to do the school run, so he was all for it.

I was like a kid at Christmas! I would get to be alone with her twice a day, for weeks, it would be like a water torture, I would drip, drip, drip until I either broke her down or drove her fucking insane.

So that was it, game on. I carefully chose some classical music, just to throw her off, she was shocked that a dick like me might be even remotely refined. Then, an amazing thing happened. She laughed and damned if it wasn't the best thing I had ever heard, a glimpse of how we could be together. Course, I had to go and fuck it up by being an ass, then I topped it off by eating her apple. Hell, the look she gave me, but it was done. In the car that night, she looked so sad it made me feel a total shit. I almost dropped to my knees and begged her to forgive me, almost. Then it dawned on me that she wasn't speaking to me...Over a fucking apple. I dropped her off and drove home like a bat out of hell. I was used to her slapping me down; hell, I enjoyed seeing her all steamed up. It brought her to life, animated her, how her eyes flashed, the way her blushes colored her cheeks and, sometimes, and these were the best times, she would swear at me, and fuck if that didn't turn me on.

I pulled in at home in a foul mood, scarfed down some dinner and stalked off to my room, pacing back and forth, I was getting pissed now. I made up my mind, I needed to see her.

In the street outside her house, I sat in the car, debating what to do. Then I saw the light flick on upstairs, I took a gamble on it being her room, and climbed that fucking rickety tree.

Shocked was not a big enough word to describe the look on her face when she saw me. Still, she did open the window for me. I took my time looking at her stuff and she got all worked up about it. I had fantasized many times about making it into her bed, so I indulged myself by spreading out on it, enjoying the scent of her that lingered on her pillow and comforter. She was acting all pissed off and crossing her arms. No way did I miss how it pushed her tits all up under her chin. Yeah, I was drifting off to that dirty place again. I looked up at her face, and was pleased to see she was watching me. Then she licked her lips.

Bingo! So, not wanting to miss an opportunity when it presented itself, I grasped her hand, loving the soft and warmth of it and I laid some of my cards on the table. I even impressing her by admitting I had actually read a book and formed an opinion about it. I was pleased with the headway I had made, so I got up to leave. I stretched out my back and, by the way she looked at me, like I was something to eat, I knew that it would only be a matter of time before she would be mine.

Of course, old habits are hard to break and I had an image to keep up in public, so of course there were a few more ass-ish occurrences, including one incident of butt pinching. Surprising even me, she actually made a joke about that one. The drip drip drip method was working. Bella was definitely softening up.

She had even agreed to watch me play football. Just the thought of her sitting on the bleachers while I was out on the field felt good. Some of the other guys had girlfriends who would occasionally come and watch them, but no one had ever waited for me. Well, no one besides that skank, Stanley. She was always hanging around, trying to get back in my pants. Unfortunately for her, she was going to be disappointed.

Then, the next day, Bella pranked me. Shit, I couldn't believe it. Bella Swan pranked ME. She was so happy, her face was radiant, so pleased that she had caught me out. We both laughed and had some fun banter going on. Our relationship was definitely shifting, changing into something special. God, I fucking loved that girl. I thought the car ride today might be a good time to do some more bonding, so we had a little pop quiz and she was in a good mood, smiling and laughing. I put some extra effort in to reigning in the ass today, and things were better between us.

On the football field, I had what you might call a difference of opinion with coach Clapp. I told him he didn't know his ass from his elbow and he benched me. From where I was sitting, I could see that Bella was getting shit from Stanley. She was all huddled up, holding her arms tightly round her waist like it was armor to deflect the bitchiness. She looked like she was trying to shrink right inside her sweatshirt.

I've never raised a hand to a woman but, for Stanley upsetting my girl I would make an exception. Fuck me, did I say my girl? Shit, she is my girl. Well she will be. I didn't smack Stanley though. Instead, I hit her where it hurt, right in her ego.

After finding her leaning up against the gym wall, I reached out and gently stroked Bella's cheek, the way a lover would, the way I will again, and she responded. She leaned her face towards my hand and her eyes went all glassy. For a second, I was lost in the moment with her. Although it suddenly didn't matter to me all that much, I saw Stanley from the corner of my eye, sulking, with her tail between her legs. Mess with my girl, huh!

Then to totally make my millennium, Bella admitted that she had never had a proper kiss. Shit, I nearly climbed over the console and assaulted her mouth right there and then. I was planning on kissing her in the car when I dropped her off, but I was distracted when I saw they had visitors. She smiled when she mentioned this Jacob dude. Who the fuck was he? I didn't the thought of some other guy making her smile like that, so I decided there and then I was going to climb that fucking tree again tonight and stake my claim.

A/N Sooo, Eddie has always had a bit of a thing for Blue Butt Bella, who knew! I know this was only a quick chapter and I don't want to short change any of you guys, so Chapter 5 will be up in a day or two. Not wanting to influence your decision to read it either way, but Eddie might make an appearance in his boxers...just sayin.

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