EmPOV-
What in the holy mother of fuck? I never ever wanted to eat pasta again. Not if every time I swallowed a noodle I got hard. Bella knew she gave fantastic head, and she knew that suckling at her food that way would get me hot and heavy. Was she sent here to fucking torture me? I couldn't even have sex with my girlfriend. Needless to say, I was frustrated beyond all reason.
Something was up, and I felt like I was the only one not in on it. Although Prude-ward was most likely clueless. He spent the night bitching and whining and weeping over his precious girlfriend. Who really gives a flying shit if she swore? Maybe Edward was annoying the living fuck out of her. He's been known to do that.
The fucking weirdest thing of all is that Bella seemed to be hitting on Edward. And he seemed to like it. Was I being punked? I looked around the corners of the room for a camera and Ashton Kutcher. No such luck.
My bro's hot and all, but with me sitting right there…I just didn't get it. And Edward seemed to be responding to her advances. He was definitely sporting wood when he ran away to brood in his room.
What the fuck kind of spell had Bella put on my family? I mean she was always dtf, (down to fuck), but she was never this cavalier about it.
I went to my place early that night, not bothering to say goodbye to Bella, or goodnight to my family. I figured I'd give Rose a call and give her the down-low. But first I'd have to put on my guilty pleasure music, to give me brass balls.
Soon the crooning New Jersey voice of Billy Joel was surrounding my room and I was shaking my ass. Thank god for living in your own apartment. I was singing and dancing to Uptown Girl when my phone began to ring. It was Rose.
"Hi Rosie." I answered nervously.
"Hello Emmett." Ohfuckshit. She's still pissed.
"What's up babe?"
"I figured I'd give you a chance to explain yourself before school tomorrow."
"Okay…umm…"
"Spit it out Emmett."
"Fine. Bella and I used to; uh…date, casually last summer. I ended it with her. She thought we were still going on."
"Oh…then what's got you so nervous?"
"She moved in with the Chief, so she'll be going to school with us now."
"Ah, I see. I know what to do."
I was confused, "And what's that Rosalie?"
"I'm gonna make sure she knows that you're my man. And that she's not to touch."
"Rose, I love it when you talk that way."
"I know you do baby. Emmett…?"
"Yeah?"
"I've missed you…"she trailed off suggestively.
"And you know I've missed you Rosalie."
She giggled, "Do you think I can sneak in tonight?"
I thought for a minute. That would get rid of the wood I've been sporting since Bella left. And I do love her. That's a definite ten-four.
"Fuck yes you can."
"Alright sweet-heart. I'll be there in two minutes."
"But you live ten minutes away?" I questioned.
"Shut up Emmett and open your door for me."
I shut the phone and opened my door, and standing in front of me was Rose wearing a black trench coat and red high heels.
"How…?" She put her finger on my lips and guided me to my couch.
"I was planning on forgiving you anyway Emmett. Nobody would walk away from this." She motioned to herself.
I nodded, not being able to speak.
"Now let's get somethings straight, okay?"
"Okay."
"This is make-up sex Emmett. There will be no foreplay whatsoever. It'll be hard and fast and dirty. And then I'm going home to get ready for school tomorrow. Got it?"
If my boner could get any bigger…it just did.
"Yep. Sounds great." I said my voice coarse with lust.
She slowly united her black trench coat, showing me that she had nothing on underneath…that is except for her red shoes.
"Rosie…" I asked hoarsely.
"Yes baby?"
"Leave the shoes on."
She winked, "Planning on it."
Thank god Rose was on the pill, because I was not wasting time with a rubber. I ripped my clothes off as fast as I possibly could.
She giggled, "Somebody's missed me."
"I thought this was gonna be fast?" I asked tempting her.
She pushed me on back on the couch, and straddled my lap. She began to tease me with her center swirling it around my cock, making my eyes roll back into my head. Then without warning she plunged down, impaling herself on me. We simultaneously groaned.
She started to roll her hips setting a pace that was easy for me to follow. I wanted more pounding so I picked her up, my cock still buried deep inside her core and slammed her against my wall.
"Gah! Hard Emmett! Fuck me hard!" She growled.
Being the awesome dude that I am I pounded as hard as I possibly could. She was mewling and pinching her nipples. I felt myself getting close.
"Rose…ungh…I'm gonna…fuck…cum."
"Ugh, me…too, baby…" she panted.
I thrust my hand down between us and pinched her clit, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger, causing her to cry out, and her walls to clamp down on me. She was milking me for all I was worth, pulling me into a mind blowing orgasm.
I slid out of her and she unwrapped her legs from my waist. I went to sit on the couch, while she put her coat back on.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"I told you, I have to go get ready for school."
"Oh…"
"Bye Emmett. I love you."
"I love you too."
"Oh and Rose?"
She turned her hand still on the door, "Yes Em?"
I smiled wickedly, "Can we fight again soon?"
She laughed, "Most definitely."
With that she left. I was absolutely satisfied, and felt confident that I could handle whatever Bella was planning. I could do this…hands fucking down. I'm Emmett Motherfucking McCarty; bring it on Bella….on
BPOV-
I woke up the next morning refreshed and ready for Operation Filth to truly begin. It was only five am, and I didn't have to leave until six-forty so I decided that a long leisurely shower was in need. I slowly lathered my hair with my favorite strawberry shampoo, the kind that drove Emmett wild, and began to shave my legs with my freesia shaving cream.
Eventually the water turned cold, so I unenthusiastically stepped out. After drying my body and wrapping my hair in a towel, I made my way to my room, so that I could put on my second 'new Bella' look.
I searched my room for my new bra and panties set, black lace, perfect for seduction purposes, and confidence. I slipped my Adicts tee on, and grabbed a pair of scissors. I made a tiny slit down the front, just so that my cleavage would stick out a little. Why bother with a push-up bra if nobody's going to see the girls? My red skinny jeans fit me like a glove, but I just didn't feel like wearing my Doc's, after all Emmett had seen them on me last night. So I went with a pair of black chucks, a staple shoe. Everyone should own at least one pair of chucks.
I quickly dried and straightened my hair and put my make-up on, but I still had twenty minutes until I needed to leave. I decided to text Alice to ask her if she needed a ride. I wouldn't get out of the car and it would leave Emmett…and hopefully Edward wanting to see me…badly.
I whipped out my new MotoQ and began texting.
A-
Wanna a ride to school?
B.
Her response was instant.
B-
Hell yes! You're a friggen genius, you know that? Always leave 'em wanting more.
A.
I laughed as I read her text; she could read me like a book.
A-
You know it babe! I'll be there in five minutes. Be ready.
B.
She didn't respond, but I knew it was because she had to finish getting ready. If I knew Alice, and I was pretty sure that I did, she wouldn't leave her house without looking perfect.
I grabbed a strawberry pop-tart and my Listerine pocket-pack strips, and left the house.
Alice was standing outside waiting for me. She knew that Emmett would wonder who was giving her a ride (Edward normally drove the both of them), and sure enough I could see Emmett peeking through his apartment window.
'Lick it up baby, .up.' I thought fiendishly.
"Hey!" Alice said opening the car door.
"Hey yourself, don't you look hot." I said casually.
Alice was dressed in an emerald green, sweetheart neck, blouse, with a black pencil skirt and emerald green pumps. She was impeccable as ever. A gold heart-shaped locket hung from 'round her neck.
"What's that?" I asked pointing to her locket.
She blushed, "Oh…it's a gift from Jasper. Our one year anniversary was last week."
"Awe Alice! Congrats!"
She smiled a mega-watt smile, "You know…I think he may be the one for me."
My mouth dropped, "You mean…like marriage and whatnot?"
She nodded, "I know we're young, but I can't imagine my life without him. I've loved him since he became friends with Emmett."
"You're very lucky." I said in a small voice.
"I know…but Bells, you'll find someone. And I have a feeling it'll happen soon."
I laughed, "Oh you and your 'feelings'."
She shrugged, "Are we ever gonna get to school?"
"Shit I totally forgot."
I slammed down on my gas pedal, knowing I wouldn't get pulled over. I was the damned Police Chief's daughter, and I was the only one in town with a car like this. They wouldn't dare try.
We made it to school in less than ten minutes. I made sure that 'Big Poppa' was blasting from my stereo as I exited the car, knowing that it was one of Emmett's 'songs'. I parked right next to Edward's Volvo. The windows were down and the music was blaring. Both guys stood staring in shock. I shut off the car and Alice and I got out. She ran over to Jasper, who was a few cars down, leaning on his Ducati.
I shook my hair out and looked over at Edward and Emmett, both of whose mouths were agape and winked. I walked over to Edward and put my finger under his jaw, pulling it closed.
"Cat got your tongue?" I asked.
"Uh…nice car?" Edward squeaked. He fucking squeaked.
"Yeah I know. Well, I'll see you around. Who knows maybe we'll have a class or two together."
He nodded.
"I hope we do Edward. It'll be nice to have someone to talk to."
I walked away, not saying a word to Emmett, and making a show by swaying my hips dramatically. Alice and Jasper were soon at my side.
"A bit overdramatic, huh Bells?" Jasper asked.
I shot Alice a wary look, "I have no idea what you're talking about Jazz."
He chuckled, "Alice filled me in Bella. I think he totally deserves it. He fucking ignored me all last summer, and we almost didn't become friends because of him."
I nodded, "True, but I was with him of my own volition. We can't place that much blame on him."
Alice giggled, "Sure we can. At least until he truly realizes what he's done."
By that time we had reached the front doors. We said our goodbyes, I had to go to the office and get my schedule. I made sure to do so quickly so that I wouldn't be late. It was my first day after all. I had English Literature 4 first period, in building three. So I gathered my papers, and made my way.
'Here goes nothing' I thought sullenly.
With little trouble I found building three, and my classroom was the third on the left. I hesitated before opening the door. I was never good with first impressions. One way or another I embarrassed myself.
'Not anymore. That was the old Bella. You're the new Bella. Time to fucking rage!'
I opened the door and stepped in the room, the dull chatter that was going on when I entered abruptly stopped. Twenty-five heads turned to stare at me. Most were of the male persuasion, and I could see their eyes alight with the thought of a new piece of ass.
'Dream on dip-shits.'
The teacher Mr. Gliozzi was staring me up and down. He signed a slip of paper for me and directed me to an empty seat, next to a boy with way too much hair gel in his hair.
I sat and placed my Volcom bag on the ground. I took out a notebook and pen and started looking over the requirements for the class. It looked like it would be an easy semester. I'd read all of the books we were to read, so I could probably use this class to catch up on homework that I didn't do the night before. I was deep in thought when an annoying voice interrupted me.
"Hey there, beautiful."
I turned, to glare at the intruding voice, "Hello."
"I'm Mike."
I nodded, "Okay."
He seemed shocked that I wasn't drooling over him. If I had to guess, he was the town man-whore.
"And you are…?" He hedged.
"Out of your league." I answered tersely.
"Whatever."
He turned back around and some of the grease from his head splashed my hand.
I tapped him on the shoulder.
"What?"
"Can you please use less shit in your hair. You're ruining my skin and probably the environment. It doesn't make you look cool. It kinda looks like you don't shower."
His mouth fell open.
"I…urgh…you…" He spluttered angrily.
"I believe the word you're looking for is 'thank you'. And really it isn't a big deal. When it comes to the environment, I'm all about helping out. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to actually hear what this wind-bag is trying to say." I motioned to the teacher and went back to doodling on my notebook.
The first three periods went relatively quickly. Anytime I saw that Mike guy in the hall, he would turn beet red and mutter stuff to his friends. I giggled inwardly.
My next class was biology, which I figured would be easy, I was in AP Bio 4 back in Phoenix, so no worries.
I walked into the class gave my papers to the teacher and looked around for an empty seat.
It must've been my lucky day, because the only available seat was next to Edward McCarty. I did a happy dance on the inside.
I tried to be sexy as I walked towards him, but unfortunately I tripped over somebody's backpack and stumbled right into his desk.
I blushed fervently, "I'm so sorry Edward."
He smiled sweetly, "It's alright. It's not like you did it on purpose."
And then he did something that made my blood boil and heat pool in my core…he laughed.
Now don't think I'm some fucked up chick that gets her jollies out of a dude giggling. His laugh was…sin. His voice dropped an octave when he laughed, and became smooth like velvet.
"Are you okay?" He asked, making me realizing that I had gotten lost in his emerald green eyes.
"Uh…yeah. It's all gravy." I said, laughing humorlessly. I'm such a dork.
"It's all gravy?" He asked, with a crooked grin.
I smiled, "Yeah. It's something I say. You know, instead of saying, 'it's all good' or 'I'm good', I say; 'it's all gravy'."
He laughed, "Huh. I've never heard that before…I like it."
'I know several things you'd like big boy…" I thought.
I picked myself up and sat down on the stool. The teacher, who I hadn't been paying attention to, decided to call on me."
"Isabella?" He asked, an annoyed tone coloring his voice.
"Yes Mr. Howell?" I simpered.
"Is there something that you'd like to share with the class?" He was frowning.
"Please, call me Bella." I purred, the sides of Mr. Howell's lips twitched.
"Well, what do you have to say?"
"Actually Sir…it's not something I'd like to share with the class…it's sort of…personal."
He cocked an eyebrow, "How so?"
I tried to think of the dirtiest things I possibly could so that I would blush.
"It's a…feminine issue."
He became flustered.
"Um, well…do you need to see the nurse?"
"No."
"Why were you speaking to Mr. McCarty about your…issue?"
Shit. I hadn't thought this through.
"Um…I dropped something when I fell and he picked it up, being the gentleman that he is."
"Oh. Okay. Class, let's get back to our lesson."
When I had my things settled, and was taking notes, a piece of paper was slipped in front of me.
What was that all about? Why not tell him the truth?
I looked over at Edward who was diligently taking notes. So I wrote back.
He was trying to embarrass me. I figured why not embarrass him right back.
I passed the note back to him, and he stared at it and smiled.
I guess I can see your logic. Thanks for saying that I'm a gentleman.
I stifled a giggle.
Why no problem. You are a gentleman Edward. And Tanya is a very lucky girl.
When he read my note his brow furrowed.
Have you seen her today?
I looked at the note and was confused.
Um…no. I've never met her. Why?
He scribbled something and threw it back at me.
Well I usually see her a few times throughout the day, and I haven't seen her yet.
Ah…he was worried about his skanky girlfriend.
I'm sure you'll see her at lunch. Don't worry.
He read the note and smiled.
Yes, you're probably right. And since you're such good friends with Alice, I'll be seeing you at lunch as well.
My heart thumped as I carefully read his words.
Oh really? Why is that??
I sit with Alice.
I was going to write something back, but Mr. Howell began to walk up and down the isles. So I threw the note in my bag and pretended like I was paying attention.
Sooner than I would have liked it, the bell rang.
Edward stopped me before I could leave.
"Shall we?" He asked.
"Shall we what?"
"Go to lunch…" He looked at me like I was crazy.
"Oh right. I'm sorry; I was off in la-la land."
He laughed, "You seem to be there a lot."
I flipped him the bird.
"Hey. That wasn't very lady like."
It was my turn to laugh, "Come on, Mr. Gentleman. Let's get some food."
And with that he walked me to lunch. Assuring me that I'd just love Tanya. I knew that I wouldn't. But I sucked up my worries and walked with him into the cafeteria.
