A/N: -Sigh- Please review? Oh and read my other stories?

Hmm… I've been thinking of another story I would want to write… But it seems to me that stories I adapt from manga are not the popular. Or is it because of OCs? Tell me in a review if possible?

Chapter 3: That Jerk

"Miss, are you sure you want this wig?" The hairdresser questioned.

"Yeah. It's for... my school play," I smiled. I was currently purchasing a high quality wig that looked exactly liked Ian's new hairstyle.

Afterwards, I went back home… no, Ian's house, to get his uniform. Looking through his closet, I took 3 set of his uniform. It consisted of a white button-up; black formal-looking trousers and a blazer with the school logo. It was paired with a black silk tie. I cringed.

This doesn't look like a high school uniform. It looked like some kid trying too hard to be grown up. One word: disgusting.

I wrapped my breast in a tight binding to keep my chest flat. Instead of my usual complaining of a flat chest, I thanked the gods. I wore the clothes, secured my wig and spun around in the mirror.

I was glad to see that I was a splitting image. I giggled at that. Why did I never realize that Ian was kind of hot? I shook that thought out. Eww… that would be incest. Then again, maybe I'm looking at myself. I always thought myself to be quite a looker.

Glad with my image, I packed the uniform in the luggage and some toiletries from my previous room, also known as the attic.

"I'm all set." I smiled and kept the wig and uniform before lugging the luggage down the stairs.

I walked down the stairs and saw my bike standing all lonely at the driveway. I pouted. I glanced at the time and brightened up. I still had time.

I quickly changed into my comfort clothes, which is just a pair of sweats and a tank top. I grabbed my helmet and jumped onto my bike.

I couldn't go to Emily's place. I dint have the guts to tell them the atrocious plan I was about to carry out. Instead, I drove to First beach at La Push. I parked the bike at a grassy area and lay down on the soft sand.

I took off the sneakers and socks to let my feet seep into the soft land. It felt like paradise...

That was until someone decided it would be fun to kick sand onto my face. Yes, that would be fun... I would make sure I tattoo 'fun' onto the intruder's face using my fist.

I woke up to see a guy about the same age as me peering at me. He looked like a Greek god with his flawless complexion, bronze hair and emerald green eyes...

I snapped out of it. No fraternizing with the enemy.

I placed my hands on my hips and demanded, "Who are you?"

That guy looked at me in amusement and replied, "You don't have to know that. Give a price; I'll buy you for a night."

I gave him a fake cheery bright smile.

"I'm sorry if I gave you the impression of a whore. But a price? Seriously?" my tone turned sour at the end as punched that bastard in his stomach.

"Eat this, asshole," I shouted as my fist went forward to give him a good tattoo of 'fun'.

To my surprise, he caught it.

I grinned. This was going to be fun...

I continued throwing punches and kicks at him but he either dodged them or caught them.

"Coward," I mumbled as I threw my fist onto his face. He didn't manage to catch that.

I used his momentary pause to pin him down.

"Gotcha." I said as my hands pressed down on his wrists to prevent him from running. My legs were apart as he body was between mine.

He flashed me a brilliant smile, "Don't you think this position is a little misleading? People may come to a conclusion that you are straddling me."

I gasped in horror and my grasp loosens slightly. He took advantage of this and flipped us over so he was on top instead. This time, he was the one pinning me down.

"Now, I'm straddling you." He purred seductively.

He brought his face close to mine and my breath hitched at the proximity. I could see his long eyelashes, full lips, angular jaw, chiseled nose and his flawless complexion. God, he was perfect…

Wait… Perfect? No, no, no…

He closed the distance and nuzzled his head at the crook of my neck. His wild mob of hair that I thought was full of gel was soft and it tickled my face.

My heart rate accelerated as I realized he was kissing my neck, sucking it. I flushed and my neck became very hot. I struggled against his iron grip, he just kept sucking.

I felt my sanity slowly seeping away from me as I started to enjoy that sucking sensation…

Luckily, I was brought back to reality when he stopped.

He cocked his head and smiled at me, still pinned under him.

He brought down his face against and whispered into my ear, "Wasn't that nice? You like that hickey, don't you?"

Goosebumps formed at the tickling sensation as his velvet voice draped over my ear. Wait… hickey?

I struggled further and roared in his face, "Hickey? HICKEY? YOU ASS!"

He smiled brightly. This guy was not sane.

"Well, now that I've marked you. Be my woman." His voice dripping with seduction as he nibbled my earlobe.

I shivered. Yeah, definitely dropped as a baby.

"Let me go." I seethed through my clenched teeth.

"Why should I?" He smiled again. By now, I was thinking that perhaps this guy was just a sadistic man that wants to get on my nerves. That's creepy…

Just then, my phone rang.

"Let me go before I knee you in your sensitive area." I threatened darkly.

"I'll let you answer that call," He said as I released one hand of mine and rolled beside me.

I answered my phone as he held my left hand captive.

"What?" I snapped. This had better be important. I was dealing with a psychotic man, I didn't need distractions.

"Ian woke up,"

"I'll come now." I said hastily.

"I don't want you here. I was merely informing you. You still have to go to act as Ian. Besides, Ian isn't reacting to anything, so we're putting him into the asylum for the time being."

"He's awake. I. Have. To. See. Him." I growled.

"What happened to 'I'll protect Ian. I'll find out the cause'? You do know that visiting Ian will not allow you to have enough time to get to the airport, right?"

I ended the call. Charlie was right, but I didn't have to tell him I agreed.

I looked at the bronze-haired guy, kissing my wrists repeatedly. He looked at me under those lashes in a seductive manner.

Shit! Is that guy trying to kill me?

I stood up and dusted the sand off me. I turned to leave, only to realize that that guy was still holding onto my hand.

I tugged a little.

"What's your answer?" He asked with a bewitching wink.

Huh? Answer? What answer?

"I won't let go until you say yes." He hinted.

"Oh… Eh. Yeah, sure, go ahead. Um… do whatever you want to do. The world's your… clam. " I gave him a smile to reassure that I agreed with whatever answer he wanted and I was actually paying attention to what he said.

He chuckled and corrected me, "It's oyster. 'The world's your oyster', it means that-"

"I know what it means," I snapped. Smartass.

He gave me a dazzling smiled and pulled my back to him. He gave me a peck on my forehead and said, "The name's Edward."

"Oh, okay. Edward." I said, pulling my hand, hoping he would get the hint and let go.

"Tell me your number." I swear this guy is a freaking stalker.

I held my hand out for his phone, no doubt going to give him a fake number.

He smirked, "No. Give me your phone. I have to make sure the number is real."

I was appalled. Not only is he a master of seduction, psycho, smartass and a stalker, he is also bossy.

What have I gotten myself into?

A/N: So… here's Edward :D

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