Anti-Social Behavioral Order by SoapyMayhem
Disclaimer - I don't own Twilight or Misfits, and since this is not beta'd all mistakes are my own.
As always, special thanks goes out to my pre-readers CaraNo and Twimarti! Thanks ladies!
So... some of you like Bella and a few don't... ASBO is definitely a coming of age story, so I hope you'll stick around to see them get beyond their immaturity.
Now brace yourselves... the storm is here.
Chapter 10
**Edward Cullen**
"Oh… eww, I think I just threw up in my mouth a little," Rosalie complained as we encountered a particularly wet pile of shit.
"Don't breathe through your nose," I suggested irritably. So far that tactic was working for me… kind of.
"Hey does that Bella girl look familiar to you?" she asked out of nowhere, glancing over to the other group – Bella, Pixie, and Nerdboy – who were picking up dog shit on the other side of the park.
"I'm pretty sure I'd remember if I'd ever seen her before," I admitted seriously, knowing there was no way in hell a chick like that would get lost under my radar.
"No… I mean I know I've seen her before, but she looked different… I think," Rosalie argued, sounding extremely frustrated. My skin prickled with what felt like static electricity, and on instinct, I glanced up noticing the darkening sky, just as an icy drop of rain slid down my cheek.
"Who gives a fuck? I've never seen her before."
No fucking way could I ever forget her perfect tits and ass.
A part of me was a bit interested to know if Rosalie did recognize her from somewhere else. The girl intrigued me for some reason – maybe because she saw through my bullshit pickup act. I hadn't been turned down like that since I was fourteen. I mean sometimes girls played hard to get, but I couldn't remember the last time a chick looked at me like I was no better than the shit on her shoes.
Speaking of shit on shoes…
"Mother fucker," I shouted looking at the disgusting mess that had coated the bottom of my sneakers. Before I even had a chance to scrape the stuff off my heel, a clap of thunder echoed loudly, making Rosalie scream and grab on to my arm in fear. Immediately after the thunder struck, lightning shot across the sky.
We must have looked like morons standing there - eyes glazed over in panic, mouths open in shock.
We lived in the Pacific Northwest, so a little thunder and lightning rarely caused any kind of panic, but this was different. It took another bolt of lightning shooting across the sky for it to sink in what I was actually seeing.
"The fucking lightning… it's shooting up from the goddamned ground," I shouted in a panic. My heart pounded a relentless beat in my chest, instantly making me feel like I'd just run a motherfucking marathon.
Thunder clapped again, but this time the rain started coming down like buckets of ice water.
"Fucking hell that's cold and that lighting looks insane – let's get back to the community center," I shouted as loud as I could. It didn't matter that Rosalie was close beside me clutching my arm – the thunder was that loud.
We took off running, and from the corner of my eye, I noticed Gothboy trailing a few feet behind. I'd almost forgotten he was there.
We had a fair distance left to run, and Rosalie was really holding me back, but I felt like maybe this was an opportunity to be the gentlemanly fucker my mom always wanted, and make sure she got back to the center safely – but all bets were off when a chunk of ice the size of a motherfucking basketball slammed in to a merry-go-round in the nearby playground, with a sickening crunch.
"Oh fuck."
A/N
This is just the beginning of the storm. I hope your all ready because the next chapter is going to be intense.
Let me know what you guys are thinking!