A/N: Hi everyone! I'm sorry this took so long. I've been traipsing around the country for work and pleasure! Today is my birthday, well, in a few hours it will be. I decided to hold on to this lil nugget 'til today so that on my "old lady day" or "Kickass Leo Day" I will give you a gift! Thank you readers and friends!

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I know they're watching me. I love it.

My eyes close and I slowly slink my palms up my bare thighs, exposing more and more skin by dragging my skirt up my legs, feeling the softness of my own hands. I know I'll find their eyes on me when I turn around. I flip my little blue cotton skirt up slightly from behind as I move my hands around the back making sure they know I don't have anything on underneath. Bringing my hands around to my stomach, I slowly run them under the hem of my shirt and bring it up with them as I round my ribcage and drift upward toward my breasts. I push the fabric up over my lace covered chest and then slide it up and over my head.

Beside me I hear a slight moan and it distracts me enough to open my eyes and glance over my shoulder, my gaze meeting with his, brown locked with blue-grey. I feel a grin tug at my lips as I toss my shirt over to him. He catches it easily and then I see him glance across the room and smile. I turn my head to the other shoulder and am rewarded as gorgeous emerald eyes pierce into me, making my heart thud against my ribs. I suck in a deep breath as I jut out my ass and dip down then slowly slide back up using my bedpost for stability. I wiggle my ass slightly and I keep my gaze trained on Edward as I move to stand between Jasper's legs as he sits on the end of my bed. Edward is sitting in the rocking chair beside the bed near my desk unmoving, watching my every motion intensely.

Jasper brings his hands up to my outer thighs and begins to trail them upward. He's moving so slowly that I feel every nerve ending burning. I put my hands on his shoulders and continue to stare at Edward, part of me hoping he'll get up and come to me, but part of me is not wanting what Jasper is doing to end. As I feel Jasper's exploration reach my upper thigh, his fingers curl behind me and brush the curve of my ass causing Edward to groan and the chair to creak slightly as he adjusts himself.

I blink a few times and finally look down at Jasper. His head is bent forward and he begins to work my stomach with his mouth, his tongue whispering against my skin. He nips at my hip bone and I grunt and buck toward his mouth automatically. He lets out a low chuckle and squeezes my ass fully and roughly which spurs me on to letting out more of a whimpering sound. My feet widen between his as my hips push toward his mouth. His hands move slightly and he pushes my skirt up, fully exposing me. I chance a look back at Edward and he's leaning forward with one elbow on his knee and the other hand grinding the palm of his hand against his dick. He licks his lips slowly just as I feel Jasper dip his tongue against my heated body and I let out the sluttiest moan to ever escape my lips. Jasper flattens his tongue and drags it against my flesh, slowly ghosting the tip back down almost to my thighs, and then he repeats the motion. All the while I watch Edward whose stare ricochets between what Jasper is doing and my own eyes.

I feel pressure building in my abdomen and the muscles in my stomach and thighs are clenching with each move Jasper makes against me. I throw my head back and let out a ragged breath. The tension is building inside of me fast and instinctively my hips begin rocking to meet Jasper's tongue as he pushes two fingers inside me, curling them slightly forward, begging me to come for him. His tongue quickens as his fingers pump harder and I grip his dark blonde waves and cry out like a wild animal. I peek back at my Peeper and I see he's fully released himself from his pants, stroking his cock viciously, his eyes locked onto mine. He groans and he quickens his movements just as Jasper grips me hard and pulls my hips toward him.

"Fuck me. Oh god!"

I come hard with Jasper's tongue pushing against my clit and his fingers curling inside me once more. My head drops to his shoulder after he kisses the skin below my belly button. I lean my head down farther and turn to rest my cheek against his shoulder and look over at Edward. He's smiling at me lazily and says, "My Inamorata."

"Bella! Move your ass! Your rat dog is gonna pee on the hardwoods and I'm gonna make him into a hat!"

Charlie's voice jars me awake and as I shoot out of bed I get tangled up in my sheets and I fall, slamming into the floor knees and face first.

"Fuck me," I groan. My head is spinning as I try to gasp for the breath I've knocked out of me and figure out what the fuck just happened.

"Bells! NOW!" I hear Charlie bellow again.

"I'm moving dad! Chill! Eric is house-trained!" I hope.

I grab a sweater and throw it on over my tank and boyshorts as I drag my ass down the stairs with Eric jumping up on me as I go. I shake my head again trying to figure out what just happened inside my subconscious.

Did I just have a sex dream starring Assward and his Southern bromance partner? Alice would be super pissed. Her man AND her brother. That's so wrong. Yet it was so hot.

God damn it, I need a cold shower.

I open the back door to let Eric out and a gust of cold, wet morning air slaps me in the face.

Nope that'll do. Ladywood deterred... for now.

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I spend my weekend avoiding Alice due to the whole whacked-out dream issue, running errands, working my part-time job as a tutor for one of the Jr. High kids, and talking on the phone with Angela where she explains everything about borrowing the book from Edward and getting advice from him about what to do with Ben. This of course makes me feel like a complete tool.

I need to find a way to apologize.

I think about asking Alice about it, but when she finally gets a hold of me on Sunday night, she wants to talk doggy play-dates and color schemes for prom. I humor her and agree that we could take Jake and Eric to the park or something and then I tell her that she should use the school colors... that earns me a huff and she tells me I'd be in charge of nothing but manual labor if I kept up my shenanigans. The idea of having to decorate under the tutelage of Miss Cullen scares the shit out of me so I advise her to think of a theme, then go from there. She starts squeeing about theme choices and I completely zone out when she brings up Vegas and Showgirls.

I lie low on Monday as I try figure out how to proceed with Edward. I saw him come in with his brother and sister, and it looked like Emmett drove and Edward did not look pleased. Alice hugs Jasper and I kind of blush and duck my chin in embarrassment at the memory of my dream. I want to keep that shit at a distance.

As I walk through the quad on my way to P.E. I see Edward heading toward me but his head is down. My brain deserts me and since I don't have an ever-loving thought as to how to deal with him, I dip behind a large shrub of some sort and sit down. I look up as he walks by and blow out a relieved breath when he continues on to his class.

"Hey, stalkerazzi, whatchya doin' in the bushes?" I jump up and dust off my ass and turn to see gorgeous Rose Hale staring back at me with her shrewd ice blue eyes.

"I fell," I answer flatly as I see her raise her perfect eyebrow at my lie.

"Yeah... of course. Bye, new-girl." She walks off with a swing in her hips that I could never find even after years of strip aerobics. Wow.

I manage to get a ball to the face in P.E. because I'm so freakin' distracted. The jokes coming from Tyler and Mike are astounding and Jessica whips out a Clueless line which makes me laugh even though my face hurts. Tyler walks me with an ice pack on my eye to the nurse. She makes me lay down and he tries to stay, asking me about my weekend and if I have a date for prom. I groan and roll over at the thought of dancing with Tyler to "She's Like the Wind" or some crap-ass Beiber song, thankfully the nurse thinks I'm in pain and asks Tyler to go back to class to let me rest.

I tell her I'm just dizzy, which is a half-truth, then spend the rest of the hour and most of my Bio hour in the nurse's office laying with the ice over my eyes. When she feels I've rested enough, she sends me to class just in time to change back out of my uniform and head to Lit.

Today has gone aces. I make it to Lit and see Angela saving me a seat so I sit next to her. She asks me about our epic final assignment and I tell her I haven't done anything but print out the story and she explains about how she and Jessica are paired up with a story about the Sirens and Argonauts. I giggle when she says that Jessica wants to sing in front of the class. Nothing like a pretty, perky girl singing Lady Gaga at the top of her lungs to make a sailor throw himself off of something.

"Would that make you an Argonaut, young Ang?" I snort.

"I do believe... I'll go throw myself off a ship on to some nice, pointy rocks now," she laughs as she rolls her eyes. "When are you and Edward going to work on your project?"

"I'm not sure," I say, looking around for him.

"Can you do it without killing him? Friday's little fit went over like a lead balloon. Jess said he went ape-shit on you?"

"No, it wasn't like that..."

"I'm pretty sure she said he hated you," Ouch. "But then again, I'm not so fond of her, and she loves me and she's actually pretty sweet, so who knows. This assignment could be a good way for you to spend some time together. Edward may act like a douche, but he's actually a very nice guy when you get to know him."

"Yeah, we need to do this report up right, just gotta make a game plan," I say as I shuffle my notebooks and start to formulate a plan as the bell rings. The rest of the class gets seated and none other than Mr. Cullen sits himself right in front of me but doesn't bring his eyes to mine as he turns to sit.

Mrs. Cope lectures for a bit about all the looming deadlines then lets us loose to work in our pairings on our research, allowing us to leave for the computer lab or library if we don't want to work in the classroom. Edward turns quickly, straddling the seat as he folds his arms across the back of the chair, but says nothing. I look up at him and my brain is blank, so I just stare back at him. Smooth, Swan.

"Where were you?" he says in nearly a whisper.

"I got hurt in P.E. so I stayed in the nurse's office," I say quietly as I take in a deep breath. I smell this warm, sweet scent with a touch of musk and earth mixed together. My eyes close and I know I'm grinning a bit. It's Edward. Even his smell makes me stupid.

"Are you okay?" His voice startles me and when I pop my eyes open I'm mere inches away from him.

"I, um, yeah. Fine. Merely a flesh wound." I point to the bump on the left side of my forehead.

"Come back, I'll bite yer ankles off!" he says in a beautiful British accent with a heart-wrenching half grin. Wow, that's freakin' cute that he knows Python.

"You sure you're okay?" he says again.

"Yep. Not the first one, not the last. You should see the other guy." Good, jokes are good. Smiling is good. I smile back at him and realize that even though I've moved back a bit in my seat, he's now the one leaning over my desk, closing the distance between us.

I stare into his beautiful, dark, mossy eyes and watch as they dance between mine. I can hear his breath quickening as the hum of other students whispering dissolves around us. My head tips forward as I feel drawn in by the honesty and kindness within those eyes. I think about how I could easily kiss him. With that thought my eyes dart down to his lips. They are slightly parted. His bottom lip is a bit pouty and he pokes his tongue out to lick it. I clear my throat; it's starting to feel warm and stifling in the classroom.

My body, moving of its own volition, carries me closer to him, so now I have my elbows on the desk. I shift my body at the hips slowly toward him. My eyes leave his face to take in his eyes, his hair, his mouth, his jaw - all are beautiful.

I could kiss him right now. I want to kiss him right now.

He keeps licking his lips and glancing between my eyes and my lips, but I can't help but think that he looks rather scared. Does he want to kiss me?
I take in another lungful of air saturated with him and I decide to lean in farther and hope he'll close the gap.

"Fucking hell!" he yelps and we both jump up as the bell rings, my legs banging against the desk.

"Shit," I whisper breathlessly.

We stand there staring at each other as the students around us file out the door. I can't bring myself to look at them to see if any of them have noticed our exchange. I just stand there. He's shifting his weight back and forth as he throws his book bag on his shoulder then looks down at the floor. I just want to put a finger under his chin and make him look in my eyes. I'm gonna do it. I steel myself and I reach out my hand tentatively.

As my fingers near his face, his head shoots up and he says frantically, "I have to go."

Well, that went well.

OoO*OoO

As I come in the front door I get ankle-molested by Erik. I kneel down to pick him up but my backpack falls off my shoulder and nearly kills him. I hear my phone buzzing so I start rummaging through my bag trying to find it. Of course, it's Alice.

"Afternoon pixie pirate, how can I help you?" I say as I try to pull Erik's ass out of my backpack. He nips me so I thump his nose and say, "No, bad vampire."

"What the hell are you doing?" she says.

"Erik's biting me, so I'm parenting. What are you up to?"

"Oh, nothing. Wanna bring your demon spawn over to play with my little angel?"

This makes me snort a little, "I need to get some stuff done, I missed Bio today so I need to see if I can get notes from someone and make sure I don't have anything due, then I can bring him over. Gimme like 30?" I ask, picking Erik up and putting him outside.

"Try not to fall on your ass on the way over. I heard you had a mishap. There's mud everywhere, Grace. Oh and Jasper and his cousin, Rose, might be around so don't look like you got dragged through a knot hole backwards, kay? Bye Love-muffin!" She hangs up before I can tell her what she can stick in her knot hole. Punk.

I call Mike to see if he has the notes that I can pick up, but I get his voicemail and I don't want to encourage him so I hang up. Getting Erik back inside requires a pretty fantastic reenactment of that fucked up scene from "The Proposal." Erik keeps running around yipping while I chase his furry ass around the yard and I swear he's laughing at me. Thankfully no eagles swoop down and take him. As I'm coming back inside I think about Alice and what she said. I do not look like a mess. Do I?

Stopping at the top of the stairs and go into the bathroom. Oh snap. Not a mess. A hot mess. I have nappy-ass hair ratted up in a pony and I have a wicked knot on my head. Awesome. I wouldn't kiss me either at the moment. Let's just wander over like this and see if we can render Alice apoplectic.

I think better of that plan seeing as how not only will Jasper and Rose be there, The Southern hottie and his even hotter cousin, but I might run into Edward.

Someday, though, I will show up in my *NSYNC tank-top, hot green jamma pants, old black flippy flops, and a red scrunchy... her head explosion will be fantastic.

I jump in the shower to rinse off the crap that was my day and the heat helps soothe my tense neck and shoulders. I scrub up quickly and laugh when I see the shampoo my dad bought - Strawberry V05. How Eighties.

Dried and dressed, I head to find my rat boy. He's curled up in my backpack so I snag him up and zip it and put it on my back gently and walk over.

I carefully walk over without falling. Go me. I knock on their door then look around, but I don't see Emmett's jeep anywhere. The Volvo is right where it was when I left this morning.

The door swings open and I find myself staring at Edward. Yup, just staring.

"Bella?" he asks then gets bowled over by Jake.

I lean down and start petting him, keeping my eyes averted. "I'm here to let Erik play with Jake."

"Oh yeah, Alice said she had set up a play date for Jake, but I thought she was kidding." I look up at him. "She had to run some errands, she said. I'm guessing she'll be right back." He looks around. "Did you bring a dog?"

"Yeah, he's fairly compact." I swing my bag off my shoulder gently and unzip the top, and out pops my little furry ankle-biter. "This is Erik."

"Shit, that's a cute dog. What is it?" He waves me in and restrains Jake so I can come in without falling down.

"The vet thinks he's a Yorkie."

"Erik, the Yorkie?" He seems to have doubled over... he's either laughing or dying. I set my bag down and Erik jumps out and runs off to play with Jake who's scampering around just like he is. Like two kids in love.

"You okay?" He's still laughing and gripping his side like he's in pain.

"Oh yeah, that's fucking awesome." He takes a deep breath then asks me if I want something to drink.

"Sure, water would be great." I need to keep myself busy so I don't think about how I wanted to molest his face earlier.

He hands me a glass and I drink it in about 10 seconds. "Thank you." I take a deep breath and just go for it. "I'm sorry I was a bitch to you the other day. I jumped to conclusions." I'll admit the last part trailed off a bit; no one likes to admit they're wrong.

Taking the glass back he leans against the breakfast bar and watches as Jake flips Erik over.

"It's okay, I wasn't Prince Charming either." The intense way he's looking at me makes my stomach drop to my uterus and bounce back up.

"I wasn't in Bio today," I blurt out.

"Yeah, I know. I was," he says, looking at me like I'm a moron. I am.

I look back at him with my bitchface. "I mean I missed the assignment, smart-ass."

"Ah. No homework. We were given the outline for the final exam and our final projects. Then we had a quiz on the genetic mutations chapter."

Ah shit. I hate missing quizzes. "Well okay, I'll ask if I can take the quiz tomorrow. I'll go in early."

"I'm sure Banner will let you. He's a fairly nice guy and one of the smarter teachers around Forks."

"Yeah- he seems cool. So what's the final gonna look like?" I can't help but smile as he smiles at me, almost hesitantly. He reminds me of a little kid.

"We have a final exam and we have a project. It's a genetic counseling project. I grabbed a packet for you." He turns around and grabs some papers and hands them to me. His fingers brush against mine and we both look into each other's eyes like cows struck by lightning.

I shake my head and turn my attention to the papers to read the summary of the project. "Each partnership will conduct genetic counseling as if they were a breeding partnership, then they will determine via their own genetic tests, whether or not they will be a suitable breeding partnership. If they pairing is found to be non-suitable, they will need to describe the difficulties, negatives, and repercussions of mating. If they are considered suitable, then they need to discuss at length why they would be considered a superior propagating pair."

Mating. Edward. Wha…?

I look over to find Edward sitting on the kitchen floor holding Erik like a baby, cooing at him. Jake sits next to him licking at the air with his paw on one of Edward's legs.

All the air in my lungs squeezes out.

A/N- I hope you enjoyed! Leave a review and let me know. We are getting into the good stuff now. Let's hope Stripperella can keep her paranoia in check and young Peeper can keep his smart-stupidity to himself. What's the bet on that?

If I can stay awake and not die from my LA trip kicking my tusch, I still have no voice and the damn club stamp stuck on my wrist, I'll update again this weekend