Hey, guys! Soooo…..are you enjoying this ride as much as I am? The only downside to it is that I won't be able to post as early as I thought. College is a bitch! I love it though, almost as much as I like writing this story, so I'm not complaining. A little hard work never hurt anybody!

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The song in this chapter is called Monster by lady gaga. Oh my god, that song is amazing. Lady Gaga is amazing. I will try to fit some more of my favorite lady gaga songs into the story, because I just love her. Sorry to whomever doesn't, but I do and this ismy story. I do recommend listening to this song though. It's really good.

By the way, I'm starting on a new story soon. It's called After the Night. It is going to be Soooo good. It's based on a book I read once. The first chapter will be up soon.

Alright, guys, this chapter is in Edward's point of view. What does he think about Bella having to be his partner for their English project? I guess you'll have to find out when you read the chapter so…..

Chapter 4 (Rough Beginnings)

"Do you want me to come over there, or are you coming back here?" I asked. When Bella turned around to look at me, she looked like she was going to throw up, then pass out, in that order. She didn't answer; she just got up and came to stand in front of my desk. I got up and got a chair for her, and she plopped into it with a sigh.

"So, the paper says we have to pick our favorite play by Shakespeare, pretend he is still alive, and we have to write a letter to him saying how much we like it. We also have to draw a picture representing he play," I said. "I can draw pretty good, so I guess I'll do that right?" I was trying to make this as painless as possible.

"Sure," she said faintly from her seat across from me. I looked up and she was leaning her chin in her hand and staring at me.

"What?" was there something on my face or something? Why was she looking at me?

"Nothing," she said and blushed. I just shrugged and looked down at the paper. I thought the idea for this project was really dumb. I mean, how was this project one that we needed to have partners for? For one thing, we might not even like he same play. Secondly, the idea was just dumb. Why did we have to pretend he was still alive? That was just idiotic.

"What play do you think we should do?" I asked. I personally thought we should do Macbeth, but I had to get her opinion.

"We should do Romeo and Juliet," Bella said softly. I knew it. "I love his idea of dying for someone you love. It's inspiring to believe he thought a love like that was possible." She looked dreamy for a second.

"Are you serious?" I ask incredulously. "Romeo is an idiot. He killed himself because he thought his 'true love' was dead. He's not very smart, is he?"

"Romeo killed himself because once he found his one true love he couldn't live in a world where she didn't exist. He died because he wanted to be wherever she was," she stated coldly. "I think it's romantic."

"Of course you would think that; you're a girl!" Of course I had to stick my foot in my mouth, as I usually did when I was around Bella. And to be honest, I know exactly why I did it; because when she was sitting there, her face getting redder and redder from anger, she was so damn sexy it hurt to look at her. Her chocolate brown eyes were blazing, and I had never been so turned on by anything as I was by her in that moment.

"What is that supposed to mean?" she asked, her voice deadly quiet. I knew she probably wanted to slap the living shit out of me by now.

"It means that all girls want that kind of thing; they want that true love they read about in books."

"Is that really so wrong? Is it so wrong to want to believe in something good like that? For someone so smart, Edward, you can be a stupid mother fucker," she sneered at me. I really didn't know what to say after that, but thank god the end of class was drawing nearer, so the teacher called our attention to the front of the room.

"O.k., guys," Mrs. Clay said. "You will have exactly two weeks from today to finish this project. You will be working on this project out of the classroom as well as in it. I don't want any procrastinating either." The bell rang and everyone started gathering their things to leave.

"Edward?" Bella said. I looked up at her and she was staring at me with a hint of anger still on her face. "Do you want to come over to my house later? I want to actually get started on the project."

I was shocked, to say the least. I can't believe she had actually asked me to come to her house.

"Uh, sure, I'll come. What time do you want me there? Where do you live, exactly?" I asked. She gave me directions to her house, and told me to be there at six o'clock. Fuck, if I wasn't nervous about going to her house. After I left the classroom, I met up with my friends at my locker.

"I'm going to Bella's house later. We have an English project to do, and she invited me over," I said as soon as I got to them. I turned around to look at them after I had opened my locker. Heidi was standing there with an odd expression on her face, and Angela looked a little worried.

"What if she tries to hurt you again?" Angela asked. "I don't want to have to drive you to the hospital again with something much worse than a broken nose." They had kind of seen Bella in a bad light ever since Friday, and they had not been quiet about it. I mean, I was glad they cared so much, but it was my problem to deal with.

"She's a total bitch. Honestly, I don't see why you like her," Heidi said coldly.

"What's your problem?" I asked. "I thought you liked her."

"Nothing is wrong with me. I just don't see why you are in "love" with someone who abuses the shit out of you, and bruises your ego on a daily basis. But I guess that's just me." She looked livid, and I really couldn't understand why. She never really expressed any real problem with Bella before, or with the fact that I was crazy about her. She was always just concerned that Bella might one day end up killing me. I closed my locker, and turned to stare Heidi directly in the face.

"It's not your problem," I stated coolly, and I started heading toward my last class of the day. All throughout this conversation, Tyler and Ben had been quiet, and I had a sudden feeling that they had all been talking about the situation without me knowing, and that made me angry. I walked ahead of them all, and rushed into my Spanish class without saying goodbye to any of them.

When I walked into the classroom, I could feel all the eyes staring at me. That is what had been happening to me all day. If I knew all I had to do was break my nose and get rid of the glasses for girls to pay attention to me, I would've done it a long time ago. I ran my hand through my hair nervously and looked up to see a girl standing in front of me, biting her lip.

"Hey Edward," she said, smiling at me. I smiled back while trying to move around her.

"Hey Tanya, how are you?" I asked. She wasn't ugly, she just wasn't my type. She had long, blonde hair that looked like it had been dyed too many times, but other than that, she had nice blue eyes, and she, overall was pretty. She was pretty, but she didn't have the brown eyes that I got lost in, or the dark brown hair that had hints of red in it, but only in the sun.

I didn't wait for her answer. Instead, I just walked around her and to the back of the class to my seat. After I sat down and got my shit together, I looked up, and Tanya was just standing there and staring at the spot where I had been. Maybe she wasn't used to a guy ignoring her. Whatever it was, I didn't really care. I looked away from there as quickly as possible, and toward the teacher, who chose that time to glide into the classroom proudly wearing one of her ridiculous costumes. I managed to stay awake for the whole entire class (no small feat) and when it was over, all my nervousness about being alone with Bella in her house came back. I had a couple hours to kill so I just went home and thought about what had happened today. I was confused by Heidi's attitude. Damn if girls weren't confusing!

By the time I looked at the clock again, it was five o'clock, so I got up and took the directions to Bella's house. I knocked on the door, and her father answered. He was still in his police uniform. He must've just gotten home from work.

"Hey, chief Swan, I'm here to work with Bella on a project," I said. He let me in and shut the door behind me. We just stood there staring awkwardly at each other for a couple of seconds. In those couple of seconds I learned where Bella got her brown eyes from. It was very productive, at least for me.

"Well, what are you standing there for?" Bella's father asked. "Bella's upstairs. Call me Charlie, by the way. Everyone does. I never caught your name, though."

"It's Edward." I started walking toward the stairs, and then turned around. "Did Bella even tell you I was coming?" he looked toward me and smiled.

"Do teenage girls ever tell their fathers anything?" Good point. I chuckled and jogged up the stairs toward Bella's room. I assumed the one with the door open and the music coming out of it was Bella's. I got to the door just as the song changed into a Lady Gaga song and Bella climbed up onto her bed with her hairbrush in hand and started singing along to it.

Look at him

Look at me

That boy is bad

And honestly

He's a wolf

In disguise

But I can't stop staring in those evil eyes

She closed her eyes and started thrusting her hips to the beat. She threw her hands in the air and started waving them around in the air, the brush forgotten. She then trapped her hair in her fingers at the top of her head with a few wavy strands hanging loose. It was so fucking sexy I could die right there with a huge fucking erection.

I asked my girlfriend if she'd seen you round before

She mumbled something while we got down on the floor, baby

We might've fucked not really sure don't quite recall

But something tells me that I've seen him, yeah

By this time I still had not warned her that I was standing there. I wanted to laugh out loud, but at the same time, I wanted to throw her on her bed and screw her out of her mind. I was caught in uncertainty, so for the moment, I just stood there with my mouth gaping open and my eyes bugging out of my head.

That boy is a monster

That boy is a monster

That boy is a monster

That boy is a monster-er-er-er-er

He licked his lips

Said to me

Girl you look good, enough to eat

Put his arms around me

I said now get your paws right off of me-ee

She turned around with her eyes open right at that moment and saw me gaping at her. She turned beet-red and we kind of just gaped at each other for a while. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and started laughing, hanging onto the doorframe for support. Her expression quickly turned from shocked to angry.

"You were just standing there watching me? That is an invasion of privacy!" she stormed as she jumped down from on top of her bed. She walked up to my side as I continued to laugh.

"Your father sent me up here so we could do our project together," I said in between bouts of laughter. Surprise quickly took the place of anger on her face.

"He did?" when I nodded, she said "Well, I'll be damned." I walked into her room and looked around while she stood at the door, still looking surprised. Her room was very unique, like her. The walls were striped sky blue and black. The carpet and the curtains were a brilliant gold color, and her bedspreads were red and gold. There were books scattered all over the floor, even though there was an empty bookcase in the room, and a laptop sitting on a computer desk in the corner. There was a dresser, and on top of it were a few pictures of her with her father and with a woman who looked to be her mother. I moved forward to get a closer look. Bella looked like a younger version of the woman, except, Bella had brown eyes, not gray. I turned around to tell Bella that her room was cool, and she was staring at me.

"Are you done looking around?" she asked with a smirk on her face. I nodded, and went to sit at her desk in her computer chair. She went and sat on her bed, and we both just looked around the room.

"Your room is really nice," I said awkwardly. She looked at me and smiled a little.

"Thanks. Now we should probably get started," she said. She reached into her bookbag and got out her notebook. "Now, what play do you think we should do, since my idea was so idiotic?" She looked over at me and tapped her pencil against her notebook.

"I think we should do Macbeth. It's a classic story, and it has all the essentials to keep you hooked. I've read it like a dozen times." I sat back in the chair and she studied me while I talked.

"That may be true, but Romeo and Juliet also has the all the essentials to make a good story. It has love, betrayal, action, murder; everything I think makes a good story, "she said calmly. I thought for a second.

"It's fine if we do Romeo and Juliet," I said, giving in. I really didn't feel like arguing. I was tired from the little bit of arguing we had done today.

"Ok," she said, perking right up. "You're doing the drawing, and I'll write the essay. See, we're making progress already!" she wrote Romeo and Juliet across the page in big girly letters. I tried not to vomit.

"What do you think I should draw?" I asked. I really hated Romeo and Juliet for some reason. The story just got on my nerves.

"I don't know, but I'm pretty sure you should go home now. I'm about to start getting ready for dinner, then after that, I will start writing an outline for the essay," she said with a sigh. "Maybe we will wait until a little later on to draw the picture. After all, the drawing does have to be based on the essay. How does that sound?"

"That sounds alright, I guess," I said while putting my things back in my bookbag. I stood up, and then we just looked a t eachother awkwardly. I finally gave her a little wave and walked down the stairs to the front door. On my way there, I poked my head in the living room.

"It was nice to meet you Charlie," I said, while giving him a little head nod. He nodded his head in my general direction and continued to watch the game. I walked toward the door, and started to open it, when I heard Bella call my name softly. I turned around to look at her and jumped in surprise. She was closer than I thought.

"Yeah, Bella," I asked. She looked serenely up at me and smiled a little.

"Did you notice we barely argued up there?" she asked. I just looked at her and decided to play a little game with her.

"Don't expect me to be that nice all the time, Bella. You'll only wind up disappointed." I turned around and walked outside to my Volvo.

I got in the car, turned it on, and started to drive home. All the while I was thinking of Bella, and soon my thoughts drifted to when she was dancing on her bed. I imagined she was doing that sexy little dance for me, and my dick instantly got hard as granite. I continued to think thoughts of her body, how she would look under me as I buried my cock deep inside her. I imagined the noises, the moans that would come out of her mouth, and I could barely concentrate on the road. My dick was so hard; I thought I was going to explode.

I pulled my car over to the side of the road and unzipped my pants. I pulled my dick out of the hole and held it in my hand. It was hard and aching for release. I closed my eyes, leaned my head back on the headrest, and slowly started to stroke my cock. I went from the base to the tip slowly, and when I got to the tip, I slowly ran my thumb over the pre-cum that had gathered there. I imagined it was Bella's hand and groaned as my hand tightened around my dick. My strokes were slow and strong as I strained towards my orgasm. The Bella in my head was now licking my cock slowly and tantalizingly as she stared into my eyes. My mouth was slightly open as a steady stream of moans and profanities came out of it. I groaned louder and louder and I stroked my cock faster as I got closer to release. Soon I was sweating and my hair was falling into my eyes. Every time I got to the tip, I would squeeze a little harder than I was squeezing the rest, and spread the pre-cum up and down my dick. God it felt so damn good, but I knew that it would be even better when Bella did it. Just the thought of her naked with her mouth on my cock was enough for me to cum all over my hand, and I gasped as I rode out my orgasm.

I cleaned up my hand with some tissues I found in the glove compartment, and then stuffed the used tissue in my pocket. I then turned the car back on and headed towards home feeling better than I had in a long while.

Oh my god, Edward was masturbating in the car! It was so hot too; I was getting horny writing it! I hope you guys like it. It's my first time writing those types of scenes, so just tell me where I went wrong and of course what I did right! Did it make you tingle? Hah, because it made me shiver AND tingle. Beat that!

Ugh, Edward Masturbating is the hottest thing EVER! Can you just imagine how hot it would be? I would so watch!

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I just thought of an incentive to get you guys to review…If you guys review, I will have Bella's sex dream about Edward written out in FULL detail, AND she will "pleasure herself" *ahem* when she gets up from that dream! Is that incentive enough for you?

Next Chapter will be Bella's point of view, just in case you didn't already know!

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