Edward Cullen: Confessions of a Love Sick Geek
~SoapyMayhem
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A/N There is a lot of ground to cover in this chapter, so it's quite long, I probably could have split it into two chapters, I just couldn't find a good stopping point until the end. So enjoy!
Also this Fic is rated M for a reason. If you don't want to hear about masturbation, crude language or explicit lemons. STOP READING.
Thanks to to my Beta's Twimarti and SandiCarr for their amazing work!
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**Edward Cullen**
Knowing Bella would be late, I arrived at Rosalie's early, so I could surprise her. The first few people there didn't really acknowledge me, which really wasn't that different from before. There were few people I felt comfortable talking to, so I began circulating the party, just letting people get a good look at me. Most of them appraised me with strange expressions, while others looked as though they were searching for some recognition. I didn't know if it was because they thought I looked familiar or if they just wondered why someone they didn't know was at a class party. Either way, I was having a lot of fun messing with them.
I spotted Angela across the yard, and knowing I could always count on her kindness and honesty, I decided to introduce her to the new me. Surprisingly, her eyes lit up in recognition, and she shook her head and grinned at me.
"As I live and breathe, Edward Cullen." She smirked. I smiled sheepishly. "Yea it's me," I replied shyly, with my hands in my pockets and my eyes averted.
"Well, don't you look handsome," she said in a way that felt so motherly. I almost pictured Esme standing before me waiting to pinch my cheeks, or clean a smudge of dirt from my chin with her spit moistened thumb.
"Thanks, I've been… busy this summer." I grinned.
She chuckled, and then suddenly her entire demeanor changed. Her breath quickened and she blushed, while looking past my shoulder. Her lips parted for her tongue to wet them subconsciously. I turned to see who elicited said reaction from my study buddy. That's when I saw an irritated Ben Cheney, scowling at me like he wanted to rip my head off, eyes gleaming in rage. I recognized his look anywhere. It was a look I'd seen on Emmett's face the many times that he'd caught guys ogling his Rosie. It was also a look I knew I'd had plastered on my face for Bella and Jacob's eight-month-long-torture-Edward-fest. Ben was jealous. Fuck, was it me? There was no doubt now, he was looking right at me. I just couldn't understand, he had seen me hanging out with Angela before at school… I guess then I didn't look all manly, nor was I shirtless with a giant tattoo.
Angela had confided in me about her crush on Ben last year, but like me, she was too shy to make her feelings known to the object of her desire. I smiled smugly, coming up with a plan to help my little study buddy. I turned back to Angela and put my plan into action. "Angela, do you trust me?" I implored. Angela looked at me, confused, but nodded. "I'm going to put my hand on your shoulder, but I want you to shake your head at me like you want me to stop." She furrowed her brow but didn't question me. "I am not going to remove it. So then, I want you to say 'I said no.' Can you do that for me?"
Angela shrugged lightly and said, "Okay."
After placing my hand on her shoulder, she said her lines, and barely a moment passed when a hand was gripping my own shoulder, hard.
"She said NO." I turned to see a red faced Ben Cheney, glaring daggers at me. I held up my hands in surrender.
"Sorry, man, I didn't know the pretty lady was taken," I mumbled apologetically, to avoid further confrontation. I glanced back at Angela to see her mouth gaping open in shock. I winked at her, and walked away, knowing my plan had worked flawlessly. I could only hope my other endeavors would be as successful this evening.
I was still patting myself on the back, when I saw Tanya and the bitch brigade arrive. I decided it might be fun to see how I could affect the queen bitch herself. I walked past Tanya slowly, fighting my usual urge to cower and avert my eyes in fear. When she caught sight of my gaze, I fought the scowl threatening to bare itself and forced a crooked grin her way. I nearly pissed my pants when her eyes met mine. She licked her lips seductively and mouthed the word "hi" at me. I chuckled, wanting to see how far I could take this before she realized my identity and then became disgusted. I fluttered my eyelashes at her and mouthed "hi" back. Her eyes darkened and her lips curled in a predatory grin. That was my cue to exit.
Smirking, I walked inside and into the kitchen to get my protein drink out of Rosalie's fridge. With the loud music playing, I didn't hear anyone approach me. I stood up straight, going rigid when I felt a warm body pressed against my ass. Standing, however, only made things worse, because two perky bikini-clad breasts were smashed against my tattooed back. I gasped, and froze from the onslaught of the unwelcome contact. A slender hand snaked its way around my waist and manicured nails toyed with the trail of hair below my navel. My cock started to stir involuntarily, and it was all I could do to will it down again. I finally found my brain and spun around quickly, nearly falling into the fridge.
"Shit, Tanya, what are you doing?" I screeched incredulously.
A smug looked plastered itself on her face in obvious pleasure that I knew her name. She must have thought I had been asking around about her. "Well, that's all up to you, baby, what would you like me to do?" she purred, and pressed herself closer to my chest.
I wanted to yell "rape," but I stayed silent, reverting back to my pathetic victim ways. Her hand moved back to my stomach, then farther down to palm my traitor cock.
"My, my, you are a big boy," she crooned in my ear breathlessly. I choked back a sob, and then finally found my voice.
"Fuck… I can't. You shouldn't… you shouldn't want to do that... you wouldn't… if you knew who you were shamelessly rubbing against," I pleaded.
"What are you talking about?" she scoffed, but squeezed my erection harder. My eyes screwed shut in emotional pain, while my cock twitched excitedly from the contact of a warm hand.
"Tanya…" I continued, more irritated and forceful this time. She backed away only minutely and I shrank back further, cringing out of her arms and practically falling into the fridge. "I'd try to get you to imagine me skinnier and with glasses so you might recognize me, but I doubt you've ever really looked at me before tonight," I condescended. She looked utterly dumbfounded. I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her away from me, and she let me this time. She had this blank look on her face, the picture of idiocy, so I quit with the subtleties.
"I'm Edward Cullen." I cocked my brow and waited for recognition to dawn on her face, hoping that she might puke or something when she realized that she had been trying to hump the biggest geek at Forks High. Unfortunately, that didn't happen; what did happen shocked the hell out of me. Her eyes lit up and she wet her lips in anticipation.
She leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Mmm, Mr. Cullen, you sure have changed… and you… you look so delicious." She smirked, and a mischievous smile spread across her face. "You're going to be the hottest piece of virgin ass I've ever had," she cooed, and then she crashed her lips to mine before I could protest. In a state of shock, I stood there, frozen, unresponsive, my eyes screwed shut again in agony.
I vaguely heard a voice I recognized in the background yelling, "Get a room!" I didn't take much notice, because all I could feel was violated and sick. Like really, really sick. I tried to push Tanya out of the way, but she had attached herself to me like a parasite. Then, it was too late. I had just vomited on the homecoming queen. Well, it wasn't the outcome I had originally hoped for, but I guess it would suffice. I pushed past her, running away from the sound of her blood-curdling shrieks. I rushed to the bathroom under the stairs and splashed water on my face.
I hate that evil bitch. I looked in the mirror, taking in my disheveled appearance. My eyes were wet with tears, lips swollen and my already pale skin was green with nausea. The fact that my first kiss was stolen from me and the opportunity to experience it with the girl I loved was enough to make me want to punch that bitch. The fact that it was forcefully taken by that loathsome cunt, Tanya, made my blood boil. I cursed myself for trying to play that game. I should have just been waiting for Bella like I planned. Bella. I felt my body relax just from at thought of her beautiful face. I checked my reflection again after cleaning up, because I wanted to look my best for her. I grabbed some mouthwash from the cabinet, rinsed, and spit. I flashed my panty-dropping grin, for practice, to my own reflection, and went back to the party to assess the damage.
Some poor sap had already cleaned up my mess, and Tanya was nowhere in sight, thankfully. I knew Bella had to be here by now, so since I'd already screwed up my planned meeting, I went searching for her. From the back door, I looked through the large crowd that had accumulated in my absence. Alice and Rosalie were already with her talking animatedly about something. Beyond the sea of classmates, I could see the achingly familiar crown of the shiny mahogany locks I longed to run my fingers through. I stood still a moment, just feeling it, the pull she had over me. The sensation of having the missing piece of my soul drawing me like a magnet to join and become whole again, made me feel alive. I relinquished control and allowed the feeling to bring me closer to her. I caught Rosalie's eyes and she winked at me, encouraging me to continue.
I stood behind Bella and felt my chest tighten in anticipation, but I knew I had to wipe the emotions from my face for my plan to work. I replaced them with amusement and curiosity. I was going to act like I didn't know her and then hit on her, all the while being as charming as possible. I reached forward to tap her on the shoulder but she turned around too quickly and my fucking finger poked her right in the eye.
"Shit," we yelled simultaneously. I moved to her side and cupped her face in my hands, assessing the damage. My heart broke from seeing the tears stream down her face. "Oh my god...shit… Bella are you okay? I'm so fucking sorry." My panic-filled voice shook with terror. The eye Bella didn't have covered with her hand suddenly widened, and she went slack-jawed. Her mouth opened and closed a few times, at a loss for words.
"Bella, please answer me, are you ok?" I urged her desperately. Her mouth turned up in a sly grin and she stepped slightly out of my grasp. She wiped her tear stained cheeks, then began to rake her working eye up and down my body. When her good eye met mine, a series of emotions ranging from confusion, to anger, then to rage quickly passed across her face. I cringed back when suddenly, she was staring daggers at me, and her pretty pink lips curled up in a vicious snarl.
"What the fuck, Edward?" she barked aggressively, and placed her hands on her hips. I had never been on the receiving end of Bella's fury, so for the second time tonight I nearly pissed myself. I gasped for air as my chest constricted in fear. I just knew she was about to tell me how awful she thought I looked, or how disgusted she was with me. I couldn't take that kind of rejection; I just hoped she would still want be my friend. I felt a trace of nausea coming back. She sensed my fear at her intimidating stance and calmed herself a bit. She still looked as angry as I had ever seen her. I could just imagine fireballs shooting out her rage-filled eyes, targeting my cock.
"Why the fuck were you kissing Tanya mother-fucking Denali?" she seethed.
Holy shit, that's why she was pissed? Thank Christ! I relaxed infinitely and exhaled the breath I was holding. In my periphery, I saw Alice and Rosalie standing there looking horrified. Bella was still holding my gaze with a murderous glare. I couldn't help the smug look that showed on my face. I broke down and laughed so hard I had to bend over to catch my breath. I shrieked like a girl, when I felt a sharp pain on the top of my head caused by Bella thumping me.
"Oww, dammit." I straightened my posture. I cleared my throat to explain. "Bella," I started calmly, "I didn't kiss Tanya." She looked as if she was about to protest, but I held up a finger to stop her. "She backed me into the fridge, said she was going to take my virginity, and then she fucking molested me, so I puked on her face." Her eyes widened further and her mouth screwed up tightly from fighting back a laugh. Then, in a split second, a breathtaking grin spread across her heavenly face and she and Alice howled in laughter. Rosalie looked furious.
"So, you're the asshole who puked in my fucking kitchen and left it for us to clean up. That's just great, Edward! You better find a way to make it up to me," Rosalie huffed, and crossed her arms over her chest expectantly.
"I'm so sorry, Rose. I will stay and help clean up after the party," I implored.
"You'll clean it by yourself!" she screeched.
"Fine, whatever you want," I agreed, still grinning.
When they gained composure, Alice and Rose left quietly to give us some privacy. Bella looked up at me sheepishly. "Sorry," she said, smiling. I shook my head and smiled at her in obvious dismissal of her apology, just thankful that she had accepted my explanation so easily. Her face lit up with a dazzling smile. "I missed you." She launched herself at me and snuggled into my chest, letting me tightly wrap my arms around her tiny body. My strong arms. We stood there like that, holding each other and grinning contentedly for what felt like hours. It was almost as if we were alone in our own private bubble. I pulled back a bit and craned my neck, allowing our foreheads to meet. It was an intentional reminder of our goodbye at the airport. I looked through my heavy lids into those sparkling hot chocolate eyes and sighed.
"I can't believe you're back. I missed you, too, so much." I felt the intensity and intimacy of the moment as it filled my soul with the strength and courage to convey my feelings. I allowed my love for her to penetrate the walls that hid my feelings for so long. It was almost too much, so I closed my eyes to fight back the pricking tears of love, hope, fear, and desperation.
"Bella," I choked out, "I need to talk to you." I whispered so quietly that I wasn't even sure she heard me say it. I didn't open my eyes, afraid of what I would see in hers.
"Ok, let's talk," she said in a breathy voice that made my dick twitch in anticipation.
Sorry this chapter is shorter than the others. but I plan to do the rest of the party from Bella's POV and I just got to a stopping point. Don't worry though I wont make you wait too long for the next chapter.
When the goofy couple finally get together they will have to go on a date. I would love to know what you guys think they should do, and I don't mean Sexin, there is a time and a place for that in the near future. I want your thoughts on where Geekward would take Pervella on a date. If I like it, and it's better than anything I come up with then I might just write it! Thanks guys!