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EDWARD

I was goofing around with Jazz on the way to lunch, only to remember I left my song book behind in class. Mike Newton was still standing in the History room, with his pimple faced friend Eric Yorkie. Newton and I generally avoid each other at all costs, after the whole Jessica thing, but I wasn't about to leave my songbook there for any asshat to read. I was going to just say fuck it and walk in, until I heard him mention Bella. I stopped in my tracks.

"Yo Yorkie, have you seen that new chick, Bella? She's got a sweet fucking ass." Mike made an outline of an ass then air fucked it with his best "o" face on.

"You know it. You gonna hit that?"

"Oh hells yeah! No girl can resist this." He grabbed his dick and pumped like a fucking well handle. God he was disgusting.

" I don't think Jess will like that." Yorkie made it sound like Mike would actually give a shit if she did.

"Fuck Jessica. Sticking my dick in her is like slappin' a dead fish. I swear sometimes she wants to do it doggy style just so she can watch fucking TV. If her shit gets any more blown out I'm gonna fucking fall in. Plus, ever since she fucked Cullen, she kind of repulses me." Ouch. Tell me how you really feel. "I bet Bella is fucking tight as hell. I just want bend her over and make her scream for daddy." I had the sudden urge to grab him by the throat and slam him into the wall. Jazz was right; no girl deserves the Newton treatment. I acted before I could think.

"Hey, Newton!" I walked into the room and met him eye to eye.

"What do you want, Cullen." He squared his shoulder as if to try and intimidate me, but I knew from experience he was scared of me.

"You should really watch your mouth. Somebody might accidentally put a fist in it."

"Don't tell me you are gonna stick up for the Swan girl." Was that what I was doing? I wasn't sure; I just felt the urge to shut him up.

"It doesn't matter what girl it is," Or did it? "No girl deserves to have your pencil dick on the prowl for her ass." He sneered at me. "What is your obsession with the ass anyways? You secretly gay or something?" That set him off, he rushed forward and we were standing almost nose to nose.

"Why Cullen, you want me to bend you over? You need a man since you can't keep a girl?" I was going to punch this asshole square in his face, my hand clenched into a fist.

"Hey! What's going on here? Mr. Cullen, Mr. Newton?" Damn, the History teacher, Mrs. Maynard walked in. I relaxed my hand immediately. Mike smiled.

"Nothing, Mrs. Maynard. We were just having a friendly conversation. Right Edward?"

"Yeah. I, uh, just needed to get something I left behind." Mike and I were still staring each other down.

"You need to get to lunch. Right this minute, or I'm getting the principal." fucking granny on a power trip.

"Yes, ma'am" We said simultaneously. Newton brushed passed me with Eric, and I grabbed my book and headed towards lunch. I was fuming. That asshole's face almost got a fist full of fuck-you wrapped in my fist. Damn it, I was putting my whole life at risk, over what? Bella? I would've gone to jail, and Carlisle wouldn't have been able to talk Swan down this time. Chief Charlie would have had a fucking hay day booking my ass. When I got to the cafeteria, I stopped dead in my tracks. Bella was sitting at my table. Great, first my fucking parking spot, now my seat.

Jasper was scanning the lunchroom. He was probably wondering where I went, we were walking together down the hall when I remembered my book. I didn't even take the time to tell him I was going back. I stood there in the cafeteria door with a dumbfounded look on my face. I wasn't sure if I should proceed in and kick her ass out of my seat or walk the other way. When I saw Bella start to blush, I decided to stay but not let them know. Something about her, it intrigued me. I just wanted to watch. I wanted to see her with my family. I found an empty chair where I could clearly see the table, but they probably wouldn't notice me. Bella was turned, talking to Jazz and Alice. I could just see the side of her face. She was smiling. It wasn't the fake smile I had seen last week when she was with Jessica. It was genuine, a real smile. She looked so comfortable.

As I kept watching, I realized that I was acting fucking crazy. What the hell was I, a stalker, watching her without her knowing. What the fuck was going on? I almost beat the shit out of Mike Newton, and now I was only one step above a peeping tom. This little brunette was screwing up my life, and I'd only known her for four days. Yet I couldn't turn away; I couldn't get enough.

When I had been with Tanya, my family accepted her, but they were never really friends with her. I think they kind of knew she was destined to screw me over. Me being me, I never listened to the warnings. Alice tried the hardest to get along with her. Rose was a total bitch to her, no surprise there. I don't ever remember Em and Jazz holding conversations with her. Yet they were with Bella, goofing off, playing. Acting like they wanted to be around her, not like they were forced to be.

I thought back to my conversation with Jazz on Friday; anything to openly defy Jessica, he said. If I made Jess mad, it would make Mike mad. However, Rose and Alice would be happy. If they were happy, Emmett and Jasper would be happy. Sounds like a win-win situation to me.

Wait...was I really doing this? Looking for excuses to have a friendly conversation with a girl? I remembered my dream from the previous night. My mind drifted back to the photo in the backyard. Bella laying next to me, cuddled into my side, instead of Tanya. I was no fool; there was a part of me that found her attractive. But was that just my blue balls needing some release, or something more? The thought had occurred to me that I was just looking for a way to get back at the Chief, but no, I liked my freedom and my cock-n-balls. I barely knew this girl, the only conversation I had with her involved me bringing her to tears.

Whatever the reason, I was pulled towards her. She was like the fucking bug zapper and I was the stupid ass moth. Even though I knew it would end with my ass torn apart, one way or another, I still wanted to be closer. Maybe Alice was brainwashing me in my sleep; I wouldn't put it past her. Ok then, in Biology I was going to talk to her. When the bell rang I walked into class. I tried to plan in my head what I was going to say. I just couldn't nail it down. I could think of 10 ways to be an ass to her but this nicey-nice make you feel good bullshit just wasn't my bag. I tried to pep-talk myself as I took my seat, 'Whatever cockamayme bullshit comes to mind, Edward, but whatever the fuck you do you must not make her cry'. Geez, if Alice knew what I was thinking right now, she'd probably start doing back flips down the fucking hallway. Funshine Crack Fairy on speed.


"Ok, tell me exactly what you said to her, word for word." Alice was interrogating me in my room. There was no sense trying to hide it, she'd get it out of me one way or another. I repeated the earlier conversation from Biology. She bit her lip, concentrating. "Maybe it was because you told her Mike wanted to have sex with her. That would make me cry."

"Alice, Mike doeswant to have sex with you...I don't think that's it, I'm sure she was aware that fact. She made a joke about it." And then she ran out of the room, bawling her eyes out. I don't get it? "I was really trying not to be a dick, I swear." I put one hand over my heart. She smiled. Alice was sitting on the edge of my bed, one foot tucked under her. She turned and fell backwards, so she was lying down crossways on my bed, looking up at the ceiling. I swung around and flopped down too, sort of at a right angle to her, so that our heads were touching. We used to do it all the time when we were kids; we called it putting our heads together. Anytime we were plotting how to get out of trouble or in to it depending on who was leading the conversations. Now we just stared at the ceiling. A few years ago, Jazz and I got really bored and glued a bunch of CDs and records above my bed. In time it became sort of a collage, or shrine to our music taste, depending how you look at it. We stuck concert tickets and autographs up there too. Anything that reminded us of the awesome times we had just rockin' out.

"Don't you ever worry that all that stuff is going to fall on you in your sleep?" Alice looked a little uncomfortable with all our history looming over her head.

"Not really. We used super glue."

Alice took a deep breath and then let it out in a sigh like she couldn't hold something in anymore, "What are we going to do about Bella?" I had no response. I kept picturing her face. Today, I got a really good look at her, staring at her from my hiding place. She was cute in an imperfect way. Her eyes a little too wide, her bottom lip ever so slightly bigger than the top. She had freckles, but they were barely noticeable. It worked for her though. She certainly turned the head of every guy in Forks…..every guy. She wasn't supermodel gorgeous like Rosalie or even primly perfect like Alice. She was just beautiful…..like Bella.

"She was asking questions about you today." That got my attention. I wonder what the hell she wanted to know about me. Why I was out of jail, maybe? What type of medication I was on?

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

"Like, why you were a dick and why her father hated you." Oh, is that all?

"Yeah, she asked me that too." She seriously doesn't know why her dad hates me. I would have guessed he gave her the low down the minute her feet hit Washington soil. This made me feel bad. I assumed she knew and reacted like she had already made her mind up about me. I was a fucking moron sometimes.

"She made it a point to stress the fact that she wasn't her father this morning." Really? Why was this fact pleasing to me? "There's something going on there, Edward. I mean, most of the time she's …there, but sometimes I'll sneak a peek at her and she looks like she's off somewhere. And she seems so sad. Does that make any sense?"

"No, not at all. I'm lost." Totally fucking confused.

"Stupid boys. Never understand anything. She zones out when she thinks no one is paying attention. She gets this look on her face, I can't describe it." She does? I haven't seen that. Why haven't I seen that?

"That's helpful.", like not at all.

"Ok then…you try and figure her out. See how well you do." That put a lull in the conversation. Was that a challenge? Did I want a challenge? Why was she so sad? I didn't want her to be sad….several minutes passed. We were both deep in thought.

Finally, out of the blue, Alice dropped a fucking bomb."You like her, don't you?"

"What? No, I don't...I mean, well she's cute…but…oh, what the hell." Well fuck. What was the point, she could read me just as well as I could read her. "She's got me curious. She's not what I imagined. I've only spoken to her twice, both times ending badly."

"We all like her Edward, even Rose. She has a makeover planned." I don't think I want Bella getting a Rose makeover. "It's been a year… don't you think, maybe, it's time to move on?" Not this again. I rolled over and looked her in the face. I could feel the heat building in my face.

"Move on? How would you feel if Jasper fucking ripped your heart out and stomped all over it then I told you to move on? I bet you wouldn't fucking like hearing it…all the time… by everyone in the family. I'll move on when I'm fucking good and ready. Stop fucking pushing Bella on me. I'm not into the whole Romeo and Juliet thing. It's cliché." I was yelling. Shit, I was yelling at Alice. I never yelled at her. She just stared at me, trying to hide the hurt, but I knew it was there. God fucking Damn it! Alice is the one person I can't stand to hurt. "Alice, I'm sorry. I just...I'm sorry." All I could do was hang my head and sigh. All the anger was gone now, only despair left.

"It's ok. I'm sorry I brought it up." No, it wasn't ok. Not to me it wasn't. I had to make it better. It killed me to see Alice's eyes watery. I swear if she cried I'd have to run myself over for being such a fucking dickward. I knew how to make her feel better, I had to share.

"I dreamt about Bella last night." She bolted upright, so excited she could barely contain herself.

"Really? Tell me everything!" I knew that would work. Welcome back Funshine Crack Fairy.

"Don't get yourself all worked up, it wasn't anything major. You remember that picture of me and Tanya? The one from the backyard? I dreamt Bella was in her place." No need to let my sister in on the horny details…I'll keep those for myself. She leaped forward and tackled me with a hug.

"I knew it. The first time I saw her, I had a vision of you two together."

"A vision? Jesus Alice, don't tell me you're psychic now." She just giggled. I could see the thought forming in her head. "No, you are not going to tell Jazz." She started to pout. "I don't know what it means, ok? It was just a dream. Like I said, she's got me curious. It might not lead anywhere. It's not likely that Charlie is going to willingly let me date his daughter. He'd sooner take me cliff diving with cement shoes over in La Push. First we need to actually talk, without her running away in tears. Let's just see how that goes."

"But it's a start." With that she gave me a kiss on the cheek and got up to leave. "Good night Edward. Sweet dreams."

"Haha! Very fucking funny!" I called after her. I was going to regret this; she'll never let it go. I stripped down to my boxers and got under the covers. I was still wondering what I did to make her cry. I replayed the day.

When I first got to Biology, I still hadn't figured out what to say to her. I had almost scrapped the whole thing. Until I saw Newton. He walked in like he was hot shit. We were watching each other when Bella came in; he winked at me and turned towards her, blocking her way to our table. I felt my body tense. He was hitting on her, just to spite me. He knew there was nothing I could do, not here. I was silently hoping she'd just haul off and kick him in the nuts, but she just brushed past him looking very uncomfortable. When she glanced over at me, Damn it, I froze again. She had that effect on me. I'm not sure how I feel about that.

Maybe it was me telling her to mind her own fucking business? No, that couldn't be it, because after that was when she looked me in the eyes and I totally lost it. I struggled for control, like a dog vying for dominance but when it became too much, I broke contact. I guess we know who's the weak one.

I closed my eyes, remembering hers. Yeah, they were wide, but so fucking what, they were a deep chocolate brown, and they were beautiful. I took a deep breath, trying to remember her smell. Yeah… her scent brought back bad memories, but it was addictive. Like the sting of the injection to a heroine addict. As much as I hated to admit it, Mike was right; she did have a nice ass. And those lips, I wondered what it would be like to suck on the bottom one. Imagining that was starting to make my dick hard.

Shit. This wasn't going to happen. I was not going to jerk off to Bella. It was wrong, on so many levels. I tried to remember sex with Jess, that usually transformed the pink torpedo into an inflatable rowboat. That failed. Frizzy brown hair turned to straight. Caked on makeup turned to smooth pale skin. Before I knew it, Jessica turned into Bella, and I was sporting a blue-vein throbber. Fuck it. I doubted very much that she would like the same freaky things Jess liked, but it was my fantasy.

Bella laid out on my bed, looking like a ghost next to my black sheets. Hair sprayed around her head like a fan. I had a thing about white cotton bikini panties, so that's what I imagined her in, hugging tight to her firm hips. No bra, pink nipples pointed to the sky, hard with anticipation of my mouth. She rises up on her elbows then leans to one side, Crooking her finger and motioning me to her. I could see myself posed over her, her legs wrapping around me and pulling me to her as I licked from her collarbone to her ear, gently nibbling on her ear lobe. Bella responded by biting that fucking sexy bottom lip in pleasure. My tongue in her mouth, her hands in my hair, moaning, saying my name, all of these sensations mingling together pulling us both deeper into lust and making us want each other even more. In my fantasy, she even tasted like honey. I took Bella's nipple in between my teeth, feeling its spongy hardness and licking it with reckless abandon. She enjoyed it and told me so by moaning and arching her back and pushing in to me. I slipped one hand in her panties, feeling her soft wetness and searching for the heat that would tell me I was in the right spot. I found it and as I did she bucked her hips against me begging me to give her more. I was going to give it to her but not yet. I used my first two fingers to trace circles around the outline of her clit because I know that is what drives her crazy. I was right. She grabs my hair with both hands moaning and grinding against me. Our tongues exploring each other. I continue my caressing of her most sensitive spots with my fingers in her panties and move my tongue to her nipples. I can feel her legs start to quiver with desire and I can't hold it back any more. My dick pulses in anticipation. I sit back on my heels between her legs and run my hands up and down her thighs. I pause to make sure she's ok with going further. She is and lets me know lifting her hips slightly to ease the transition from clothed to fucking perfectly naked. I tucked my fingers into the front of her pretty white panties and slid them out toward her hips. I took a firm grasp of the sides and started to ease them down. My fantasy was in fucking over drive. As I envisioned her panties sliding down her milky thighs, I came.

While my breathing slowed, I felt slightly dirty. I had just jerked off to the vision of Bella Swan. I usually just saved these late night release sessions for women I never had the chance of meeting. Because, that's what fantasies were about, right? Wishing you could do something that you'll never have a shot in hell of doing.

I didn't know what the fuck was going on. I had no idea if I even liked this girl. Obviously, I was pretty damn attracted to her. I mean, it had been awhile, almost 6 months, but still. I usually didn't get all hot and bothered over the thought of a girl's lip.

There was no way I was going to talk to Alice about this. I couldn't really talk to Jazz about this either. He's only ever had a thing for one girl, and he had no trouble getting that. Emmett would be willing to talk about whacking it, but he would turn it into a joke and I'd never hear the end of it. You can just fucking forget about Rose, I only talk to her when I have to. So I guess I'm on my own with this one. What the fuck am I gonna do now. The scene in the picture taken in the back yard came back into my mind. Bella and I laying on a blanket in the back yard, tangled up in each other, in love. I rolled over, covered up… and smiled.

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