It's getting confusing here.

Him

I don't understand this feeling. I've wanted to fuck certain girls so badly before I've done whatever possible to make that happen. Look at Angela. I'm willing to suffer through blue balls for whatever amount of time to get into what I'm sure is an absolutely fantastic pussy.

But besides making sure I get a taste, I couldn't care less about who else the girl fucks. If I get to fuck around, she gets to too right? I'm all for equality and shit. Which is why when supposed girlfriend Angela was caught being all girly flirty with Ben from AP Biology, I didn't give a fuck. Apparently she did because she followed me around apologizing all day. Me being nonchalant translated to really fucking pissed in her mind. I got an amazing blowjob out of it so whatever.

So like I said, I don't understand this feeling. Watching baby being all touchy-feely across the table with Garrett from AP American History makes me feel all weird. Like I want to rip his fingers off one-by-one. It's been slowly building since that day on the couch...no since that day she fucking moaned my name while impaling her pussy with her fingers. Watching her masturbate, being related to two fucked up parents, being all family like on the couch...it feels like we have something different together.

Angela is sitting next to me. Her hand started off on my knee and had slowly traveled up the length of my thigh. Now she's full on rubbing me out underneath the table. Buddy is happy because fucking duh. He get's hard from just those flirty looks girls like to send, and seriously, this would be an ideal situation if I wasn't raging over how Garrett is nipping baby's neck.

Emmett grunts. "Seriously, you fuckers. Some of us are trying to eat." He throws his pizza down and sits back. "Edward is getting rubbed out and Bella's getting fingered. Can't you all do this somewhere else?"

Angela blushes, her hand snapping back from my dick. Garrett does the same I presume with baby because he stretches his arms up as if saying fuck you to Emmett. His fingers are still glistening. Fucker.

He coughs, turning this bright shade of red while baby sits back, crossing her legs like saying what's the fuck up to the world. "You sure Cullen was getting some?" he tries to joke. Nobody laughs and his awkward smile falls from his face. "I mean he looked kind of angry just now."

Angela glances over, her eyes sweeping over my face. I glare harder at dude. "You familiar with my cum faces now?"

Garrett turns even redder. Baby laughs. That makes me back down a bit. She sounds like when we were hanging out on the couch. I like those laughs.

Emmett looks between the two of us before digging back into his pizza. "So there's a party this weekend. Anyone interested? My girlfriend's friend is hosting."

Angela bounces in her chair. "Sounds like fun."

Garrett does that douche bag smile at baby. Is that how I look like when I do it? "What do you think?" he asks her.

Baby shrugs her shoulders. "Already going?"

His smile gets wider. "We should go together."

"No can do. Already have a date." That makes me simultaneously happy and angry.

Angela leans over, her excited whisper in my ear is so loud everyone can hear. "This is the weekend, Edward!"

Baby glances over, those honey eyes of her watching as Angela tells me all the dirty ways I can take her on Saturday, before meeting mine. I smile at her, and after a moment, she smiles back.