A/N

So many of you are worried about Mike lol. Good! I want you to be.

Now, le's see how far Edward can push Bella before she cracks...

Enjoy!

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I'm wearing the tightest pair of jeans I own, and a maroon, skin-tight thermal shirt with a neckline just deep enough to show my cleavage. It's demure, yet sexy -as sexy as I'll get at school now the weather is colder and the day doesn't call for my cheer uniform. My tan ankle boots are cute, kinda flirty, just like the loose curls in my hair.

"Edward Cullen is staring at you," Alice whispers during English Lit.

I shrug. "Let him, who cares?"

She giggles, shaking her head. "You're so used to people staring at you that you're immune!"

"Jasper Whitlock was staring at you this morning," I tell her, unable to contain my smile when she blushes and bites down on her pen, squealing under her breath. She's had a crush on him forever.

"What should I do?" she asks with wide eyes.

I pretend to think hard for a moment. "Party at First Beach this weekend ... make him drool."

"You'll help?"

"Always," I assure her, winking.

When the bell rings, I leave ahead of Edward, mentally patting myself on the back for not looking in his direction during the whole class.

Unfortunately for me and my winning streak, biology is next.

I get to our shared desk first, and sit facing the front, waiting; anticipation heating my skin.

His chest against my back is the first indication I get, followed by his mouth-watering scent as it washes over me. My mind instantly conjures images of him standing at his window, almost naked.

He doesn't speak as he sits, but I can still feel the heat of him pressed against my back. He did that on purpose.

Trying to act nonchalant, I keep my focus on the front of the class, only moving to look down at the workbook in front of me.

He shifts himself, so his leg is pressed against mine, and though my heart threatens to take off, I don't give him satisfaction of looking his way. Then I feel his fingers, and I can see his shoulder moving in my periphery. Long, skilled digits against the inside of my thigh, tracing the seam of my jeans upward, towards ...

"You know," he breathes into my ear, "I can almost taste how much I turn you on ..." His nose is against my cheek, so deliciously light in its touch. "I can smell it." And then his fingers are right there, and I gasp, trying to hide it with a cough, squirming in my seat.

I can't allow him to have the upper hand, not all the time. So though my mind is clouded and inwardly I'm begging for more as my eyes threaten to roll into the back of my head, I move my own hand from the desk and drop it into his lap. I don't tease him, I go right for the promise land.

He's hard, and large, straining against the zip of his jeans. His breathing becomes ragged, but it's the only sign he gives me —besides the obvious— that he's even remotely affected by my touch. My fingers trace the length of him, in sync with his own finger against me.

I squeeze him, grabbing him the best I can through the barrier of his jeans at the exact same moment he puts pressure exactly where my clit is. I exhale shakily, rubbing my thighs together, trying to keep my focus on the front of class, trapping his hand.

"I bet you'd let me fuck you right here, right now." His voice makes me shiver -so low and dominating. I love it. But I shake my head, managing a smile, because there's no way I'd let him do that. "You better stop touching me like that, unless you're willing to finish what you've started."

"You started it," I argue, side-eyeing him.

"You're right," he sighs, removing his hand from me, making me whimper at the loss of contact. Always so arrogant, his eyes menacing as I remove my hand from him. My jeans are wet and I'm uncomfortable.

I don't look, but I can see the exaggerated way he moved his hand from below the table, and slowly sucks his fingers into his mouth.

I almost come.

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A/N

Can open. Worms everywhere.

Thanks to Jemster23 for pre-reading! And you guys for enduring the rollercoaster.

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