A/N: I'm going away for two days to visit my family so more than likely I won't be uploading. I'll try and make this one extra long, and maybe I'll even bring Edward into this chapter ;) - as always, please do review and let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns all things twilight. I just like to mix things up abit and have some fun. :)

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Rosalie had been down these past few days, she didn't even act like herself. I had tried to talk to her a few times but I couldn't get it out of her. I got scared for a second, thinking maybe it wasn't Emmett's baby. They weren't together but if it was his he would definitely step up to the plate. And she replied by slapping me; asking me of how much of a slut I thought she was.

"I thought Rose wanted a ride?" Alice asked, falling into step with me as we made our way to our lockers.

"She felt sick, went home early," I muttered. I hated lying to Alice, but Emmett was her brother and no doubt she'd go straight to him. I twisted the knob on the locker, twisting it before it clicked and I flung it open; chucking my books in.

Alice frowned. "Sick?" I bit my lip; I was without doubt the worst liar. I gave away so many signs that it was almost impossible to keep up with any lie; big or small. "Now you mention it, she didn't look so good today. Poor Rose,"

I hummed in agreement. I didn't wanna say anything else, I hated lying; but mostly because I was a shit liar and if I kept on babbling she'd demand to know what I was hiding then I'd spill about Rosalie being pregnant then I would fear for my life and avoid Rosalie like the plague.

Geez Bella. Chill out.

Alice unlocked her small yellow beetle, opening the back door to chuck her bag inside. "Bella you want a ride home?" My truck was with Charlie; he had to borrow it for the week. I swear he used my car more than I did.

"Nah, I'm meeting Royce on the pitch out back," Alice cocks her head to the side, raising her eyebrow insanely high.

"Royce huh? What's the deal with you two now? You dating?" I shook my head, sighing.

"No. It's . . . complicated. We're just hanging,"

"Oh, so you don't like him?"

I hated questions like these. Alice knew better than to ask me questions I didn't have the frickin answers to. "I do like him. I just don't think I'm ready for a relationship; and he knows that... does that make me a bad person?" I groaned.

"You are such a bad person Bella. I don't know how you live with yourself." She rolled her eyes and I let out a sarcastic 'ha ha.'

Not long after Alice gave me a quick hug before heading home. My phone buzzed and I knew that it was Royce without even having to check.

I headed down the hall and towards the pitch. Royce was crouched down on the floor, cramming his uniform into his bag. My bag whacked against the rails; his eyes flew up and he threw me a soft smile, the front of his hair covering one of his eyes.

He looked cute. His hair was all wet, guessing that he'd just had a quick shower. There were other girls not far away; cheerleading and chanting whatever the hell it was they said; throwing their legs up in the air revealing their panties.

I swear that is the only reason these girls choose to do cheerleading. It gives the guys something to look at for sure.

I didn't even realise Royce had got up from the floor and moved beside me. He stroked my cheek with his knuckles. I leaned into his touch. "What ya thinking about pretty girl? Anything I can help you with?" he teased.

I smiled, "I was thinking about you. And how adorable you look with wet hair,"

He scrunched up his face, his nose creasing. "Adorable? The fuck is that," he scoffed. He rests his hands on either side of my head and leans into me.

My eyes are staring at his mouth; he keeps licking his lips. It's distracting. I reached up to ruffle his hair. I ignored his comment, instead tracing my finger along his sharp defined jaw. "What do you wanna do?"

As soon as those lips left my mouth I regretted it, I knew what he wanted to do. What he always wanted to do. He smirked, his hands getting brave again as he ran his hands up and down my arms casually; his fingers linger a bit to caress the side of my breasts. Won't lie. It feels pretty damn good when he does that.

He wants to fool around. Rosalie always told me that a little fooling around never harmed anyone and I had been pushing him away lately. I'm not down to fuck, but I'm okay for a little touching. I giggle to myself as his hands run down my side, caressing my hips before he nips at my ear.

Oh how it felt good every time he did that. I suppressed a moan, instead closing that small gap between us and rubbing myself against him. God I was such a closet whore.

"King! Newton! Get your asses back on this field. Break is over!" I hear his coach yell behind him. And I internally groan, but also a little part of me is glad.

He pulls away, I hear him curse and he brings his hands up to cup my cheek and brushes his thumbs under my eyes. "I've got to go," he says, and leans in to peck me on the head.

I bite my lip and just rest my cheek on his shoulder. "I'll be fine. This doesn't make us a couple though right? Just so you know. . ."

I had to keep reminding him. I didn't wanna hurt his feelings, but I also didn't want to mislead him. He sighs against my hair. I don't have to look at his face to know he's annoyed, but he doesn't show it.

I lift my head up and he throws me a tight lipped smile. "I got to go, coach will flip. You ok getting home?" I nod my head; he squeezes both my shoulders and throws me one quick smile over his shoulder before heading back onto the pitch.

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I pulled out my phone to what seemed to be the hundredth time as I dialled Charlie. It went straight to voicemail. Figures.

I could have gone back and waited for Royce to finish training. But I didn't want to. So I began the walk home, it was winter; making it darker than what is usually was. I didn't live far from Forks High School, but that didn't mean I was pleased about the walk home.

I heard something rumble behind me, and bright light flashing. What the hell? I walked a little faster, gripping my bag tighter as I tried to walk as fast as my puny legs would carry me.

Obviously I hadn't walked fast enough, because what appeared to be a motorbike stopped a few feet away.

"What are you doing Bella?"

Edward fucking Cullen. Was he stalking me now?

I blinked in confusion. His hair was all messy, sticking in different directions. "Y'know, you should really wear a helmet if you're going to drive that thing,"

He cocked an eyebrow at me, quite amused; his hands reaching up to smooth his hair out. "It's called a motorbike,"

I was about to retort when I felt one went drop on my face; for a second I thought Edward had spat at me. But no, it was just rain.

"As lovely as it is to chat. It's raining, and I'd rather not stand about," I hadn't even moved before Edward's cold hand had latched onto my tiny wrist.

"You wanna walk in this?"

"It's not the-"the rain started to lash down heavier and I squealed.

Edward sighed, "Get on Bella; I'm not going to ask you again."

"Technically, you never asked," his eyes narrowed at me and he let out a frustrated sigh. I bit my lip. "Fine. But just so you know-"

Edward grabbed my wrist tighter, pulling me towards him. "Will you shut the fuck up and get on my bike?" He wasn't angry, not even annoyed. I made a move to sit at the back of him.

"No, in front." I blushed, as he scooted back just enough for me to slide in. I gulped, we were so close. I could feel his warm breath on my neck and I shivered.

"It's cold," I said lamely.

Nice save.

He didn't reply his lean muscular arms came to my view as they latched on to the handle bars, turning it just like he did that exact day outside of Forks High. It was so hot. There was something so hot about him riding a motorbike. If it were possible, he scooted closer to me.

"Hold on tight," he whispered into my ear, sending shivers down my neck. I didn't need to with how close he was, his body was pushed so tightly against my own. I leaned back slightly, before being jutted forward as the bike rumbled to life and we sped off. I made an eep noise, holy shit he was going fast. I gripped on to his thigh and felt it tense before it relaxed again.

If I weren't so shit scared of the fact I was on a bike. Not to mention with Edward. I would have totally enjoyed this moment.

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