A/N: I love this chapter so, so, so much! Thanks again to fabulous and super amazing Beta, Kitschisme. Oh, and I think this is one of the longest chapters, close to six thousand words.


I'd woken some time later. The sky was beginning to darken my room, and the house was quiet. There was no one beside me anymore, and I sighed while sitting up. Edward's indentation was still in my mattress and my pillow, and I could smell him on my sheets.

I didn't feel as dizzy anymore. My head wasn't spinning, and there was only a light throbbing in my temples now. I slept through my hangover again. I smiled at that, sitting up from my bed and gathering my toiletries. I felt grimy from sleeping outside… and the small chunks of puke still in my hair.

I let the warm water loosen up my muscles and massage my skin. The water slid down in rivulets, melting away all my frustrations and thoughts. Besides sleeping, showering was my escape from the outside world.

After wrapping a big fuzzy towel around my torso and gathering my things, I walked back to my room. As soon as I opened the door, I let out a loud groan. Alice and Rosalie were in my room, flipping through my magazines and digging through my drawers. Rosalie was into my copies of Vogue and Cosmopolitan while Alice was pulling out of articles of clothing.

I sighed and sat down on my bed. "Are you giving in?" Rosalie nearly shouted.

"It's not like I have a choice."

"You don't." Alice quickly added. She turned around and eyed me for a moment. Her brow scrunched up, and her eyes darted all over me. I squirmed under her gaze. "Rose, get the flat iron, and then the curling iron. And we'll need special occasion makeup."

Rosalie left my room and went down the hall to my bathroom. "What's the 'special occasion', Alice?"

She exhaled noisily and turned back to my closet. "Emmett's leg isn't that bad, but he's not supposed to strain it, or that's what Carlisle says. But Emmett took that as an okay to play tonight."

"So the End of Season Game is the occasion?" I asked confused.

"Nope, if Emmett's leg falls off we might be in the newspaper." I gaped and she snorted. "Of course it's the game! Everyone in the school will be there, and some from the opposing team. Who knows Bella? Maybe you could get some action tonight." She started laughing and I blushed while looking down at my lap. If only she knew.

Alice pulled out a short brown skirt and a maroon V neck top. I groaned again. She had her own stash of clothing in my closet. The worst thing was that she knew I would never throw it out; those two articles probably cost more than my entire wardrobe. She threw something black and stringy onto the pile and I lunged for it..

"What the hell is this?" I spluttered holding out the lacy black… thing.

"Strapless bra... that shirt goes off the shoulders. You're not Jessica Stanley, and showing your bra straps was never in style anyway." I picked up the bra and tossed it aside, and then picked up the other matching piece. "That's a thong, Bella. It's not at all risky; it's like a… conservative thong."

"Conservative thong? Are you crazy?"

"No, but if you want me to show you what a crazy person can do wielding a flat iron, then you keep standing there."

"Fine!" I threw my hands in the air, and Alice left down the hall and into the bathroom. I pulled on the bra first, noting how my chest looked freakishly enhanced. I grimaced and pulled on the thong.. Alice was right; it wasn't nearly as bad as I thought.

I slid on the skirt, and then the three-quarter-sleeves-off-the-shoulder top. The label was French; that was all I could make out. I rolled my eyes and stepped out into the hall. I could hear the sounds of beauty bags being unzipped and irons warming up, and I stepped into the abyss.


By the time Alice and Rosalie were done with me, I had much more than hair and makeup done. Every surface of my body had been plucked or waxed, and the calluses on my feet were no more, filed until it was just soft, smooth skin. My hair had been straightened, and then curled at the tips, thanks to Rosalie. Alice had made my eyes light with blue eye shadow and brown eyeliner, and I was done.

Besides waxing, it wasn't all that bad. The only thing that bothered me was that they honestly thought I'd do something tonight. Even if I did, it wasn't who they would expect. They handed me a pair of flats, trying to get me into heels with my immediate decline, and we left.

I didn't bother saying goodbye to Reneé; she was knocked out in her room, and Charlie was still out at the station. I could only pray that he wouldn't show up at the game. The last time he was there, he'd made some remark about how Alice and Rosalie had dressed me. It was awkward to say the least.

We all loaded into Rosalie's car, Alice in the front and me in the back. She was going on about something revolving around Emmett's lack of self-care, to which Rosalie shrugged. She liked the unpredictability in Emmett. It was something new every time.

I stared out the window, watching the green shrubs fly by, and the familiar faces by their homes. It was all the same, but my stomach felt like it was slowly dropping. Alice and Rosalie didn't know what was happening between Edward and I. We had our secrets; out relationship was something that they couldn't comprehend. We were a packaged deal, with one came the other.

But somehow in all these years, it seemed like the deal had been marked down. Edward's… sexual appetite had brought others into our safe cocoon. The strange thing was that he'd never actually dated anyone. Anytime a girl asked him out, he would say no. And I'd assumed that any girl who slept with him thought they could change him.

Lauren and Jessica were unrelenting, in that they wouldn't stop. Neither would leave him – or me – alone. As I said, with one came the other. His troubles became mine, and it just so happened to be that Lauren and Jessica were his annoyance and my habitatual nemeses. Habitatual in the sense that in the social environment of high school, they were the predators and I was the prey.

I hated to think of myself that way. It always made me feel so damn weak. I mean, I couldn't fight or anything, I tripped over my own feet constantly, but still, I wasn't that weak. But when I was compared to Edward…

We were a packaged deal after all. I grimaced at that. Did people compare the two of us? Did they see Edward as the desirable one, and me as the… lesser of the two? My heart had a little pang at the thought. The lesser.

Before I had time to hit on my self-esteem anymore, Alice was pulling my door open and dragging me out. The parking lot was full, and the street lamps were on all over. The sun was beginning to set, making the sky a dark purple with opposing pink rays shining through. I walked along side Alice and Rosalie, tugging on the hem of my skirt.

"Stop that," Alice grabbed my hand and held it firmly in her own. "It's supposed to go mid thigh."

"This is way too short! What were you thinking? We'll be sitting on bleachers all night. What if someone sees something!?" Rosalie covered her mouth with her hand, trying to quiet her laughing.

"Isn't that the point? Come on, Bella! Lighten up a bit. Go around and talk with some of the guys." She ran off then, going down the side of the field with the other cheerleaders in uniform. The girls started to squeal and get in line for practice.

I shook my head and glared at the ground. Alice still had a death grip on my hand, and started to drag me around. Eventually we were walking side by side, looking around for the guys. We both spotted Emmett at the same time. He was big and hulking, stretching his muscles and grimacing.

"What's wrong?" Alice asked once we were close enough. Her grip on my hand loosened and we both went to join the circle the boys had made. Edward looked impassive and then smiled.

"He's going to play tonight. Even though he's on order not to. Bet you wish you never did the Can-Can."

"It's all Jasper's fault! 'Hey, I'm gonna do the Can-Can and jump around like an idiot!'"

"And you joined him." I threw in. Jasper started laughing loudly, his arms holding onto his sides and Alice smacked shoulder hard enough to make him wince.

"Whatever," Emmett waved his hand. "The game's about to start anyway. Unless I'm running with my leg hanging by a thread, don't tell anyone I'm injured. Suicide pact right here."

Everyone rolled their eyes simultaneously, but Emmett put his fist in. Jasper put his fist in, then Alice, Edward and I did the same. He ran off – to the side of the field – and found Rosalie. I shook my head and pursed my lips to keep from laughing.

"Let's go see what they're cooking in the parking lot." Alice tugged on Jasper's arm and they were off. They were enveloped in the crowd, and I turned back to Edward.

He was staring at my legs when I faced him. The blood that rushed to my cheeks was enough to make me feel lightheaded. I hadn't felt this awkward since flirting with Mike. A shiver ran down my spine at the thought.

"Edward!" His head snapped up, and he grinned sheepishly.

"You don't usually wear skirts." I rolled my eyes and grabbed his sleeve, tugging him to follow me. There was only one place I wanted to be, even though I'd made a vow never to drink again. In order to survive this night, I'd at least need a buzz.

Edward eventually pulled away from my grip and followed along beside me. We walked under the first set of bleachers, ignoring the clouds of cigarette and drug smoke. Some of the kids on the floor were laughing hysterically, while others looked like they were in their own world..

Once we were gone from there, we made our way past the "gamblers" as they were called. I'm not sure when gambling became a problem here, but at sports games you'd see them all over the place. Even teachers hit these areas; it gave them something to do.

Edward stepped in front of me while we went over to the last set of bleachers. There was loud cheering coming from in front of us. Bottles were littered all over the ground, and piles of puke were already painting an ugly picture on the gravel. I cringed and moved closer to Edward's side.

"Embry!" Edward yelled through the noise. Embry suddenly appeared in front of us, a lazy grin spread over his russet lips.

"What can I do for ya'?" his speech was slurred and he looked like he was going to fall asleep. But that didn't fool either of us. Embry was known to be a violent drunk, just like most of the Quileute kids.

"You got anything left?"

"Um… maybe, that depends on what yur' willin' to trade." He raised one eyebrow high, but the other one followed suit.

"What do you want?" Edward sighed.

Embry pursed his lips and a lazy grin spread over his face. "How 'bout five minutes alone with Bella?" Edward turned away and clenched his fists.

"Not going to happen."

"Wait! Then how 'bout twenty bucks?" I rolled my eyes at the desperation in his voice. Edward turned around and fished out his wallet, throwing a twenty at Embry.

"All I got is some Bourbon."

"That'll do." I snatched the half-filled Dasani bottle from his hand and took a swig while coughing a little. "Easy there, Bella." Edward rolled his eyes and grabbed the bottle back before walking back the way we came.

I had a difficult time swallowing hard liquor. I had a more refined taste than anything else. I could drink champagne, wine, vodka, especially Smirnoff, but when it came to Mr. Jack Daniels, or Jose Cuervo, I was a pussy.

"They're starting!" Edward and I made our way to the furthest stand away from where we'd just been and took a seat. Emmett came out, followed by the rest of the team. They stood in a clean line and the other team came out.

Tall, tan, and muscular teenagers ran from the other side and formed a similarly straight line. The Quileute School had a perfect record for the season. They had yet to lose one game, and Emmett had been itching to take 'em on. I guess that's why he'd been so eager to go tonight instead of sitting out. If his leg did fall off, at least it'd make a nice memento.

The band started to play a choppy version of the National Anthem, and I took the time to take a couple more sips of Bourbon before I handed it over to Edward. The players stood for the Anthem and then turned to the other team. The referee called them in, going over rules and all that.

"Why don't they just fucking start?" Edward asked, downing the rest of the bottle before throwing it off to the side.

"Dunno'," I sighed. I was feeling buzzed. I'd only had a couple sips, but I still felt warm. Everyone got into position then. Tyler Crowley was shifting back and forth next to Eric Yorkie. I didn't even know why they let them on the team. Tyler was fast; he could run the ball, but if someone tried to come after him, he wouldn't move. And Eric was just… nonexistent on the field. He usually hid behind someone, until Emmett called him out and the coach replaced him.

"Are you ready for some football?" Edward sang beside me. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and gave me a noogie.

"Ow! Yes, yes, I'm ready. Jesus." He chuckled and pulled away, whistling as Emmett bent over into a crouch before the other team. The cheerleaders piled on the side of the field and began screaming for the guys.

I saw Jessica and Lauren on one end, pointing at Edward, their shoulders shaking with giggles. I wasn't surprised. Edward had been with most of the cheerleaders, it wasn't a big shock or anything. None of then ever stuck around; they went from guy to guy. As bad as that sounded, most of them were kind people. They weren't the snobby stuck up girls that usually placate a cheer squad; but then again, this was Forks.

Edward was staring intently at Emmett, and I concentrated, too. If you weren't looking for it, you couldn't see that he avoided putting weight on his right knee. As soon as the whistle was blown, and the other teamed hiked the ball, Emmett was off. The rest of the team took out after him.

One of the linebackers from the Quileute team came from the side to tackle Emmett and hit Mike Newton. The crowd let out a collective "ooh!" at the hit, and Emmett tackled Jacob Black to the ground. The ball went rolling onto the field.

"Holy shit! Did you see that? Newton just got nailed!" Edward was laughing hysterically, his hands clutching his side as Alice and Jasper came up to us.

"What did we miss?" Jasper asked his mouth full of… something.

"Newton just got pummeled to the ground by number nine!"Jasper looked at the scene on the field and started laughing. Alice took a seat by me and rolled her eyes.

She gave me half of her burger and we watched as Mike was helped up by Eric and Tyler. There was blood pooling in the nook above his lip from his nose and I turned away.

"He's bleeding, too!" Edward was howling in laughter while Jasper was nearly choking. Ugh, ribs.

"What's got Edward so giggly?" Alice asked me. She raised an eyebrow in the direction on Edward and Jasper laughing at a disorientated Mike Newton.

"Bourbon." I shrugged. Alice and I finished eating, and tried to watch the game. Jasper and Edward would make commentary on the game, laughing at either the players or the cheerleaders on the side of the field.

Lauren kept looking over at Edward. It was obvious she was trying to get his attention, and I figured I'd be fending for myself tonight. As hard as it was, I tried to keep my eyes from where they were.. It was… disgusting the way they acted.

My eyes somehow pulled themselves back to the side of the field. I regretted it instantly. Jessica caught my gaze and tugged on Lauren's arm. When they both saw me again, they flipped me the bird, mouthing the word 'slut'.

"What the hell is that about?!" Edward yelled beside me. My head snapped toward his direction, wide eyed and he was looking at me. Jasper was still yelling at the football players, but Edward's eyes were… pissed.

"Um… what?" he grabbed my wrist and yanked me off the bleachers, pulling me behind a small alcove beside the field. "What the hell? The game's almost over!"

"Like I give a shit, what the hell was that about?" his hands went to my shoulders and shook me.

"I don't know!"

"Like hell you don't. How long?" he pushed me back into the wall, limiting my chance of escaping. His eyes were blazing. Determination was brewing and it almost scared me at how intense he was.

"Ummm…" I hesitated. He moved closer, his palms pressing against the wall on either side of my head.

"How long have those two been doing shit like that?"

"You're drunk, Edward. You're being irrational.."

"I am not drunk." He seemed offended by that. "I had no more than you did, I'm barely buzzed! Now answer the question."

"I don't know, a couple weeks. Since you were… with them, I guess." I shrugged, but my shoulders shook a little. He pulled a hand from my shoulder and ran it through his hair.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he sounded upset, not so much angry, but just… disappointed. He leaned against the wall across from me and stared at me warily.

"You didn't need to be bothered with it." My eyes were downcast, looking at the dirt beneath me. "They got to be closer to you… and you liked it, so, I just didn't think anything of it." He scoffed and I could hear him rolling his eyes. He was predictable to me, and that made my stomach flutter. To me.

"What do you mean closer to me? I hate them. I've been blowing them off for weeks. It was a horrible one time mistake that I'll never live down. What are you thinking, Bella?"

"They make it seem like you're always with them!" I yelled, my head pulling upwards to glare at him. He didn't look angry or frustrated. He sighed and put his hands in his pocket. My stomach sank.

"Who do you believe?"

"Excuse me?"

"Who do you believe? Me or them, Bella? Look up the facts of it. When am I not with you? When am I not with Jasper or Emmett? I haven't done anything with them." His mouth pressed into a hard line and I moved a little closer to him on instinct.

"Do you think about them, though?" I whispered. "Do you think about what they did?" His face twisted up, and I couldn't bring myself believe that he never thought about them. It was impossible not to think about someone who had been so close.

His mouth opened up and he tried to speak. I pushed forward as he breathed half of the first word. His back hit the wall and my lips attached to his. His hands moved to my waist, pulling me backwards, but I stood my ground. Soon enough he was kissing me back, his hand pulling my hips into him. Against my stomach was the fruit of my labour.

My hands trembled as they ran down his chest, my jaw shaking just as badly. Breathing in through my nose, I moved my hands lower. My cheeks were on fire and I kept my eyes closed. If he was looking at me I couldn't do this. I wasn't sure if I could do this to begin with.

When the cool metal of his belt hit my hand I drop to my knees in front of him. Our lips pulled away from each other with a smack. I was nearly panting as I got the leather through the buckle and then started to work on the button.

"Bella, what the hell—" my hand purposely brushed against the straining in his pants and he hissed. I managed to shimmy his pants to his thighs before he ran his finger through my hair and tilted my head up.

The roots of my hair ached as he moved our gaze to meet. "What?" I asked.

"What are you doing?" his voice was strained, his eyes half-lidded. I moved my palm over the fabric of his boxers, feeling the heat of his erection on my skin. He didn't object further while I worked him through his boxers.

His fingers twisted into my hair and rested there. I bit my lip and pulled the elastic at his waist down to where his pants were. I think I gasped, maybe I squeaked, but I felt dizzy at the very sight. It was… different from what I expected. Sure, I'd seen glimpses, knowing someone for fifteen plus years ensured that.

But it was nothing like the pictures in health. Even when I'd seen it on the internet or in magazines it was never… like this. Seeing a dick right on front of you takes away all previous preconceived notions and created new one. Even through my shock and nervousness I could feel the slow seeping in my panties.

The longer I stared at Edward's dick the harder it got. Soon it was standing at full attention right in front of me. It didn't occur to me that I had to do something until I heard Edward groaning in frustration, his hips moving in a rhythm and his fingers digging harder into my scalp.

Taking my index finger, I traced a line from base to tip. A deep moan left his lips, sending a vibration through my body. I wanted him to do it again. I touched the tip this time, my finger tracing the slit and I felt small liquid rub onto the pad. Curiosity took over me in an overwhelming feeling. Awkwardness was replaced by exploration, and even though the blush on my cheeks was beginning to make sweat bead on my forehead, I leaned forward.

I licked where my finger had previously been and Edward gasped above me. I could see the muscles of his stomach contracting and his perfectly defined pubic bone moving with each minute sway of his hips. I focused on the reddish brown hair trailing to his belly button as I took him in.

The head of his erection slid easily into my mouth. The taste was salty sweet and I pushed my tongue against it. My fingers raked up the side of his shaft and I forced my head further. I only got an inch or two past the soft head of his erection before I couldn't take anymore. My gag reflex wasn't the best. It couldn't be possible to fit him entirely in anyone's mouth, could it?

Regardless, I tried to move further, using my hands to stroke him as I started the process of bobbing my head. His hands pushed harder onto my head with each swipe. Pulling my head off, I used my hands to move the moisture down his shaft and spread it along. Guys who spoke casually about sex always complained about dry handjobs; I couldn't afford to be bad.

A pearl of white beaded on his tip and I watched as more slowly came out. Precum? Was that what they'd called it? I breathed in deeply while I let my hands work. Stupidly, I chanced a look at him. He was staring at me, his eyes half open and panting. I blushed further; the darkness of his emerald eyes was searing.

Quickly, I looked away and licked the head again. I took the bead into my mouth and my eyes widened. I'd forgotten it was there, but the taste was strange. It was salty, but also bland. It didn't taste like sugar or anything else that girls blabbed about. I swallowed it and put my mouth back over him, enveloping him again.

"Fuck, Bella… oh God…" He swallowed and a whimper escaped his lips. I worked my hands below my mouth. "Ah!" I brushed along the underside and made contact with his balls. Edward's hips kept moving, pushing him further into my mouth, I winced.

Soon enough I figured out a rhythm. He would thrust forward and I'd pull back, and then push again. He began moving harder, his fingers knotted into my hair, pulling at the roots, but the drenching in my panties came rushing with each tug.

It was strange how instinct came over me. I didn't go off of what others had told me or what I'd heard, but took in recognition. Every part came naturally, and though it was awkward at first, and I had no doubt that it would be afterwards, I still felt like this was what happened between a man and a woman.

"Oh God, Bella… I'm gonna… I'm…" I wrapped my lips around the tip and pumped with my hands wildly. He stiffened inside of my mouth; the veins around his shaft grew hotter and started to throb.

His erection jumped beneath my touch and I could feel hot liquid shoot into the back of my throat. It slid down and I swallowed out of instinct before I pulled away and spit the rest out into the weeds growing from the gravel.

Slowly, his erection became flaccid and limp. Edward's fingers left my hair slowly. I could feel some of the hairs ripping from my scalp, but the high I was on was affecting me. Pulling his pants up, I stood and brushed off my knees. Edward didn't move for a long time, his head was leaned back against the wall and he was still breathing heavily. Was that good or bad?

His finger moved to his belt and pulled it through the buckle and then fixed the zipper. I ran my fingers through my hair and straightened myself out. My knees had imprints of rocks set in and there was dirt covering my legs.

"Bella, that was incredible." His head fell forward and he had a wary grin on his face.

"Um… thanks," I mumbled. He flicked his thumb over the corner of my mouth and a drop of white was on his hand. I flushed and spluttered before he wiped it away and walked out of the nitch we were in.

When we walked out, we were just in time to see the two teams in a line shaking hands. Emmett was limping, but he had an enourmous grin on his face. Mike Newtown's face was covered in dried blood and he looked like he was going to cry.

I followed Edward along the black path to the bleachers where Alice was waving over Rosalie. Jasper had grin the size of Emmett's on his face. I would never understand boys' obsession with football.

"Where were you guys? You missed it!" Jasper yelled, throwing an arm around Edward and regaling him with what happed. "Emmett ran the last touch down. You should'a seen him man! He was like a bull and he plowed right through Paul and Jared and scored. I thought his leg was gonna pop off!" The colour in Jasper's cheeks was enough to tell we hadn't been the only ones drinking.

"So where were you, Bella?" Alice asked, her head tilting to the side.

"You know I hate football." I shrugged. Her mouth opened but she shook her head and smiled when Emmett's voice came booming out over the crowd.

"Did you see that?! I kicked ass!" Rosalie was hanging on his arm, the game ball in the other. "Someone better have caught that on tape."

"I got the AV kids to record the whole thing." Jasper smirked, folding his arms over his chest. "Aw, shit. Alice, I gotta take you home or else your dad's gonna bite my head off. See ya guys later."

"Bye!" Alice sang, grabbing onto Jasper's hand, which consequently held the keys to his car. Emmett turned to the rest of the crowd, taking congratulatory slaps on the back in stride. Rosalie was soaking up the moment, sticking to his side.

"Edward!" I cringed and clenched my teeth. The nasally pitch and shrill giggle that flowed into my ears made bile rise in my throat.

I turned to my side. Edward was right next to me, his hands in his pockets and grimace on his lips. Lauren came running up, Jessica by her side and they sickly hung onto Edward's arm. Lauren threw nasty looks my way, her sneer making my chest constrict. I felt like an idiot.

What was I thinking? Did I honestly think he'd forget about them? Was that why I got on my knees for him? He couldn't forget about them. They were different from me. What was the point?

And so I turned and walked away. I didn't hear anything or see anything, I just walked away. I'd made a fool of myself enough for one night.


A/N: I think that was one of the longest scenes I've done for a head scene. O.O I interviewed someone again! I interviewed my boss again and she went into great detail (even drawing diagrams) of what it was like. She described texture, taste, and feel. It was awkward for me, but she was really into it, she used to her hands to describe certain parts. I'm now scared of penises. I also talked to my best friend, who reasured my little faith in them, so I'm back to where I started. :)

I was affronted by what to call a penis, because obviously, it would be weird to call it a penis in here, so I went with the lesser of two evils, 'dick' which is a fun word to say.

Okay, now that I'm done being a awkward potty mouth, I have to say, THANK YOU! I got more than the amount of reviews I asked for. I think I have two seventy at the moment. Thank you so much! It really made my week. :)

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