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!
I noticed a lot of new readers last chapter... where did you hear about ASBO?
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Chapter 28
**Edward Cullen**
The puppy dog sweater Grandma Cullen knitted me for Christmas last year, Tyler Crowley's hairy ass, Mom and Dad having sex – that did it…
How gross was it that I had to think of my parents fucking to get my boner to go away?
I tried to stay composed as I put on the shiny black helmet and hopped onto the back of Bella's sweet little Harley. I was a little concerned about the fact that she wasn't wearing a helmet, but it wasn't like it would make that much of a difference where her ability was concerned.
It was going to take some time to get over my protective instincts that seemed to kick in where Bella was concerned.
Moreover, I wondered how long it would take for my cock to stop reacting to her presence.
In an attempt to hide my constant state of arousal around her, I continued the practice of flipping my cock up, holding it in place with the waistband of my boxers.
The only problem with that was the chafing.
Thank fuck, I'd adjusted myself when Bella caught me watching her or the thick band would have rubbed my cock raw when I dry humped her against the locker room wall.
Fuck.
If only that fucking invisible loser hadn't walked in and gotten an eyeful of Bella's luscious bra-covered breasts... It's not like I thought we were going to fuck or anything, but it would have been nice to get a hand job or maybe get my hand down her pants or something.
I suppose I should have just been thankful I didn't blow my load like a chump, because I was really fucking close. Just the feeling of having Bella pressed against me was almost enough to make me cum, and we both had our clothes on. I couldn't imagine how good it would feel if we actually fucked. Well at least for me that is…
What if she thought I was a lousy lay and couldn't make her come?
How the hell was I supposed to get better at sex? I'd seen plenty of porn – I knew how it was done.
Desperately, I tried to remember the last time I'd actually had sex. I was pretty sure that it was maybe four or five weeks ago when Jane I were still together. She decided to have a going away party before she left for Europe.
I remembered getting drunk off my ass, as usual. I barely remembered her letting me fuck her in the downstairs bathroom. Everything was pretty hazy, but then so were the other memories I had of fucking various girls.
Hell, I almost didn't remember the girl from the coffee shop… Lisa… Leslie… Lola?
Jesus Christ - I felt like a fucking whore.
That line of thinking really got the wheels turning… When was the last time I fucked a girl sober?
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Had I ever fucked a girl sober?
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"We're here," Bella said bringing my thoughts back to the present.
I glanced around at my surroundings – it was obvious we'd ventured onto the Quileute reservation.
The others pulled up into the narrow driveway behind us, Rose and Emmett in the BMW and Alice and Jasper in the little yellow Volkswagen.
"Wait here," Bella directed, before walking up to the small cabin style house situated at the end of the drive. She knocked a few times before the door opened, revealing a big shirtless guy, almost as muscular as Emmett. The two of them talked for a minute before he handed her something and closed the door with a small wave goodbye.
His thoughts were distracted, and he hadn't even noticed our presence. Mostly he was concerned about being sick, but then he had a passing thought that Bella looked pretty today. Maybe it was innocent, but I didn't fucking like it one bit. I had no idea who that guy was and already I hated him.
Emmett had an excuse for the way he looked, but that guy just looked like a big, tan mutant. Fighting the urge to scowl, I composed my expression not wanting to come off acting like a jealous ass when Bella returned.
"The garage over there is empty this time of day. My friend Seth gave us the key."
Wordlessly, we followed her, crossing the street, before heading over to the building.
"What the fuck is that?" I heard Rosalie shout frightened as an image of a wolf flashed through her mind. I was about to freak the fuck out, until I realized it was just a painting on the side of the building we were about to enter.
"Shit… I can't believe I didn't make the connection before," Bella gasped, her hand flying over her heart as her breathing accelerated.
"What is it?" I asked her, as she tensed in fear. My mind raced wondering what she might be thinking. What was she afraid of… was it the wolves? Had we played into Pixie's vision just by simply following Bella to this place to talk?
I had never wanted to hear Bella's thoughts more than I did at that moment, but the only thing I could hear were the other's thoughts nearly drowning out my own. They would have been entirely distracting had they not been thinking the very thoughts that were plaguing my mind as well.
I was about to start shaking the girl so she'd snap out of the trance she was in until she finally spoke.
"We shouldn't have come here."
A/N
Oh... that's ominous... What is Bella thinking? Edward has had a major reality check... How will he react when he realizes who Bella is? Thoughts? Theories?
Until tomorrow...
