4. Frustrated

"How was your first day of school? Are there any cute boys?" Renee's bubbly voice asked on the other end of the line.

On my bed, I was thumbing through my English assignment, depressed by the whole incident. I'd missed the sound of my mom's voice, and an edge of bitterness began to creep its way into my tone. I didn't want to be here. I missed my old room, my house, the sun, the booty calls…

Cute guys…I paused to consider whether I should mention him or not. No, I didn't want to upset her. I couldn't have her think I'd lost my touch.

"Bella, are they being nice to you?"

I was still stewing about the lack of cooperation from the boys in this lame ass town. It was a little easier for me to understand Jacob. He wasn't a total stranger to me, and being a virgin, it wasn't abnormal for him to have some hesitancy. Some. I could only hold out for so long, though. Ginger and Cleopatra were already yearning for some boy action.

As far as Edward fuckstick Cullen…his reaction had left a bad stinging feeling – rejection – it was something I was not used to, and I hoped this was not a sign of things to come.

"They're all very welcoming."

Apparently, she caught the sarcasm in my tone. "Uh oh. Tell me all about it."

Shaking my head, I slammed shut the folder on my lap and set it aside. "It doesn't matter." I didn't want to talk about him or my sexual frustration. "I have homework, Mom. I've gotta go."

"Wait, do you have enough condoms?" her concerned voice asked.

I sighed. Sometimes it was like she didn't know me at all.

As she agreed to let me go, I suddenly missed the good old days when Mom and I would hit the nightclubs. Who better than Mom to get me a fake ID? And, the woman really knew how to work a room.

What I needed was to shake myself out of this funk. This Cullen asshole had my panties all in a whirl, and I needed to stop fretting about him. He was no better than any other jerkoffs I'd known. Though, my breasts were getting all tingly again just thinking about him, feeling his eyes warming my heated skin… imagining what hidden talent lay beneath his Fruit of the Loom's.

Oh yeah…Cleo was resting just below the surface, waiting to pop her head out like an eager little groundhog, and Ginger was my lady in waiting, ready to get down and dirty. And I couldn't disappoint my girls after all they'd been through today. I settled myself onto a lying position on my bed, undid my pants, removed my under things, and grabbed the two necessaries from the nightstand beside me.

My Ipod.

Big Blue.

And it didn't take long once the gentle, elegant sounds of Debussy filled my ears when once again Ginger and Cleo were happy campers.

I had planned to confront him the next day. At lunch I was surprised to see the rest of the beautiful pale-faced ones, but no Edward. Coincidence? Maybe. However, when I didn't see him the next day in class, I was pissed. Could this be about me? Naw. It couldn't be. Nonetheless, I grew even more pissed as each day passed.

Because I was so intent on bedding that fucking enigma of a boy, I had not pursued any of the others at Forks High. Now, I was going to have to go buy more double A's.

The whole week had passed, and I hadn't even been able to play around with Jacob as he and Billy had not stopped by again for another visit. Hopefully I had not scared him off with my busy hand. And so, Charlie and I had fallen into a routine. I went to school, tried to behave myself, came home, did homework, and then brainstormed ideas for dinner like Martha Fucking Stewart.

I wasn't a foodie or anything, but I liked to cook, and Charlie must have thought it was pretty decent because he hadn't made any faces when he ate. Compared to memories of Renee's inedible cooking, the meals I prepared must have been decidedly better. I felt at home in the kitchen. There were two things I was really good at, and cooking was the other one.

Dad had gotten me new tires with chains over the weekend, and it was rainier than fuck when I returned to school Monday morning, settling back into that boring routine. It was bad enough that every walking surface was already wet, but add to that freezing temperatures, and you were just asking for a disaster.

Yorkie walked me to class, Mike fawned over me, Jessica glared. Another boy was now hanging around our small group – Tyler Crowley. Fuckable, but not appealing. He was almost too interested; that was something of a turnoff, if that's even possible. The only tolerable one of the group had been Angela. And I had become used to the stares from the rest of the Cullens – particularly the one with the short dark hair. There was something about her the week before I couldn't put my finger on…the way she looked at me…as though in apology…but for what…for her fucked up brother?

When I walked into biology, he was there seated at our lab table. My nipples hardened at the sight of those perfect features, imagining that albino skin of his hard body against mine. He was looking at me, and unable to contain my surprise, my gaze remained fixed on his. However, when I sat down I didn't know if he was going to retreat back to the cold silence we shared the first day of school. Cold silence, it was kind of hot. Reminding myself that I was playing hard to get, I did not say anything to him or even smile.

"Hello," he said.

His voice…the soft, perfect masculine tone lit a fire that traveled from my eardrums all the way down to the fiery walls of Ginger.

"I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to introduce myself last week. I'm Edward Cullen. You're Bella?"

Well, fuck me now.

"Yes," I said, nodding like an idiot and hardly able to speak as those golden eyes chewed into my very soul.

Mr. Banner began giving instructions for our lab assignment, and since we were partners – unfortunately not the dirty kind…yet - we took turns examining and identifying different slides. I was impressed that he knew every single one.

"You were gone," I said, almost accusing.

He looked surprised that I called him out on it. "I was out of town for a few days. Personal reasons."

Before I knew it, he and I were passing the microscope back and forth, working in perfect cooperation. All the while he was questioning me. About the fucking weather, about why I was here, about why I left Phoenix. Normally, I was a very private person and was amazed that the answers kept pushing their way out of my mouth. This was out of my comfort zone, but it was as though I wanted to tell him. I didn't tell Edward the real reason I left, suddenly seized by the feeling that boys from Forks scared easily, so I said that my mother and Phil were beginning their lives together, and I felt like I was in the way. It was sort of true, sadly. I did, however, leave out my sexual tendencies. He would learn of those, hopefully soon.

Edward was smart, his questions were perceptive, and every move he made left me enthralled. My body was reacting to him in very naughty, heated ways, and I had to keep my knees parted just to have a conversation with him. His lips had the tendency to curl upward when he spoke, handsome devil that he was, as though he had some kind of secret, or maybe that he knew some of mine. I couldn't tell which. A part of me felt like I didn't want him to know me and that it was better to stay casual, but another part yearned for a connection.

What the hell was that about?

I worked very hard to get my head on straight. It had been a full week without skin on skin contact, and my loins were burning. He walked me to my locker after class, still questioning me, and I was pleased to find that he was a full head taller than me.

As I stood with my back against the locker door, I imagined his hands holding my butt cheeks as I gripped his lower back with my legs and feet, and then a burst of warmth shot through me. I would enjoy him…very much, I could tell.

"And now you're unhappy?"

I looked at him, shocked. Nobody else had seemed to notice or care.

"No," I denied. I didn't want to be pitied either.

"I'm sorry," he said, "I'm just trying to figure you out. You're very difficult for me to read."

That was odd. There was one thing he should have been able to read about me, but while I had not openly flirted with him during class, I realized how badly I wanted him to pursue me.

It seemed like he had mastered the game of hard to get. And this royally pissed me off.

He didn't talk to me after school, or ask me for my phone number. I didn't care about the supposed girlfriend in Alaska. Maybe I needed to step up my game. I pondered this as I made my way across the parking lot to my truck and tried not to look back at his perfection again. I could feel the weight of his eyes watching me, burning into my back. At least, I hoped that he was, and I puffed out my chest again and added a little swagger to my hips as I walked. Maybe he would notice that. When I was reaching for my keys, I heard a loud piercing, screeching sound, though, a moment later, I felt myself being thrown into a hard grip, and though it happened within the span of three seconds I noticed three things:

Tyler was behind the wheel of a blue van, frantically trying to steer his vehicle away from me.

There was nothing I could do to prevent myself from becoming a metal/Bella/metal sandwich.

And that out of nowhere, Edward Cullen had appeared in a flash out of nowhere, scooping me into his hard as rock arms and chest and stopping the oncoming collision with his bare palm.

Doctor Cullen was hawt. His hands were gentle and unusually cold as he placed them on my abdomen, pressing down and feeling for internal injuries. Seated on a bed in the ER triage area, I tried to stay focused as he examined me, listening to his commands and following them for Charlie's benefit. With my dad around, I wasn't free to flirt with the toothsome doctor. Charlie was already pissed that Tyler had nearly made road kill of his daughter.

It had all happened so fast. After a horrific crunch, I'd found myself among throngs of voices and people and chaos. They were shouting at me, asking if I was okay, proclaiming that it was a miracle the van hadn't crushed me. And I kept looking for Edward to see if he was okay, too. There was that brief moment when I was safe when our eyes met, and his eyes seemed to reflect a thousand emotions.

A moment later he was gone. And dammit, I was really tired of him disappearing. How had he done it? He'd been on the other side of the parking lot. And how in holy hell had he been able to stop an oncoming vehicle with a pushing motion of his bare hand? It wasn't only heroic, it was beyond the realm of normal.

But, Doctor Cullen…blond, young, dreamy with that same pallor and golden hue to his eyes as Edward's, and like Edward, the good doctor was scrum-didlee-umptious. Beautiful, smart, young, and irresistible…and we weren't even talking about me!

My eyes followed his long fingers as they worked – so pale, so adept, so dexterous… I could imagine with his knowledge of the human body all the things he could do to my human body...how, with his masterful form he could fuck me here right now in front of God and everybody, wearing nothing but his white doctor coat.

However, there was no tingle between my legs as I dove haphazardly into one of my fantasies.

I told him what happened, how Edward had saved me from certain death. He told me that I was very lucky to be safe and alive, neither confirming nor denying his son's involvement. The fucker knew something. I could feel it. What had happened in that parking lot was much bigger than I could've imagined, and though I didn't have a clue regarding the secret surrounding Edward or his family, I was determined to find out what it was.

After I was released, I happened to spy Edward, that blond bitch sister of his, and the hawt doctor whispering around the corner.

"What was I supposed to do? Let her die?"

I had to strain to hear Edward's voice as he spoke to her. The three stood close in something resembling an albino-type huddle.

"This isn't just about you. It's about all of us," I heard her say when they looked up to find me standing there.

Now that I had his attention, I was not letting him get away. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

The hawt doc and the cold blond walked in the other direction as Edward made his way toward me. Damn, it was like he had walked right out of a catalog, and I inhaled as he approached. My mind felt boggled down with all the questions buzzing through my mind.

Gorgeous though he was, he also looked apprehensive with all hints of the charm I'd experienced hours before gone out the window. "What?" he asked.

So many questions… "How did you get over to me so fast?"

I was a little insulted when he tried to deny being anywhere near me, telling me that I must've hit my head. Yeah…sure…that's it… I was confused. He was making me look like I was mental as I spurted out that he stopped the van with his bare hand and pushed it away. I know what I saw, though, and I told him so. Just when I thought Edward was going to argue with my assessment he said something that surprised me.

"Nobody's gonna believe you, so…."

A ha! I was onto something, but he wouldn't let up. He asked why I didn't just thank him and forget it. Those golden eyes seemed to be pulling me forward like a magnet, and I couldn't help leaning in closer toward him.

"Thank you…" I said. They were only words, and there were many ways of thanking him, but before that I wanted to know what happened…how he'd done what he'd done.

"You're not going to let this go, are you?"

Indignant, I crossed my arms. "No."

"Well, then I hope you enjoy disappointment."

That last statement was so biting, so final, so stinging that I couldn't even enjoy the view of his ass as he stormed away. I was that upset.

I was dying…or I thought I would die as I lay there, waiting for him. Edward's pale, naked body was hovering over me in its magnificence. My bare breasts were eager for his touch, and I held my breath as he lowered himself onto me, finally able to exhale as his skin touched mine.

"I want you, Edward. Please. Give it to me."

He was making me wait, running his fingers through my hair, and as I felt his arousal press against my inner thigh I was almost in physical pain. My legs hooked around his hips and in need, I lifted my ass a little higher, pressing my pelvis against the length of his dick, brushing it back and forth against Cleo just the way she liked it.

His breathing became ragged then, and he was silent as his hips rocked against mine.

I reached down and took his length into my grasp, moving it toward my girl cave, but he pulled himself back.

Here I was, ready, wet, and waiting, and he pulls away from me? "Please, Edward. I need you…inside me."

In a flash I could feel him on top of me again. It was different now. His body felt cold, and I could feel an arctic puff of breath from his mouth as he whispered how much he wanted me in my ear. His lips were soft and icy as they slid down the skin of my cheek, taking me by surprise at the contact. Ripped from my sleep, I opened my eyes to find myself looking into the alarm in his, with the gentle weight of his body on top of me, but before I could react, he was gone…again.

That was the first night I dreamt of Edward Cullen.

A/N: Awww so it was just a dream...(kinda like my other story - which btw, was not on purpose) Next chapter is going to be Epov again, (which may be the last from his pov, but I don't know yet) but will be different enough not to be repetitive. Thanks to those who are favoriting and leaving reviews! :)