A/N: The POV, while it will switch every now and then, will mainly focus on Bella. She's just easier to write with.


~Lockdown in Detention~

VI

*Izzy*

We walked upstairs, since the school was at least two levels. Once reaching the second floor, we began walking down the halls, discussing who to mess with next. "I say Mr. Harmont. He is always sneering at me, like he's planning my death or something." Emmett suggested.

"Same here. Plus, he hates it when I'm writing music in class, and literally steals it from me." Edward muttered, and I patted his shoulder. "It's settled then - to Mr. Harmont's class." I stated, with nods of agreement. We reached his door and Emmett managed to break in easily once more. We turned on the lights and headed to his desk.

I opened up the first drawer and screeched. "What?" Alice asked me worriedly as I was shuttering. "This guys has some lube in his desk!" I hissed, and everyone rushed over, grimacing at the bottle. "What the fuck? Does he jack off during the day?" Emmett snickered, where Jasper handed him a tissue after he motioned for one, and he picked it up. "Emmett, put that back, please." I heard Rosalie grumbled, and he looked over at her.

"Why should I?"

"That is really disgusting, so please, put it back before you get some disease that Mr. Harmont has after he's used it." Rosalie argued, and he shivered, dropping it back into the desk drawer. "Let's keep going through his things." I said, shutting the drawer with my foot. "I don't think any of us want to." Edward mumbled, and a simultaneously shiver ran through all of us.

I opened another one and cringed. "Oh, come on; you have got to be kidding me." I hissed, picking up the papers that were in there. "What?" "Look at this! I can't believe he does this!" I growled, holding it up for everyone to see. Edward's eye twitched for second as he stole the photo and mutter to himself, "This is fucking gross."

"What's all the hub-ub?" Emmett asked. I huffed and held up another photo, where he let out a noise of disgust. "Dude, what's up with him?"

If you're wondering what we're looking at, I'll tell you:

Photos.

Of his female students.

I mean, really. I'm absolutely serious when I say that he has photos of us girls inside his desk.

"Stalker much?" Alice said, looking at the photo of Rosalie. "Why would he fucking have these in here? What is he - a disguised future rapist or kidnapper?" Rosalie growled, slamming several photos of her down on the desk. "This guy is going to need to have a little meeting with my fist - and the police, and our dad." Jasper grumbled, pocketing the photos. "Same here for me." I took back the photo from Edward, as well as the others from Alice, and gave them to Jasper who was willing to take them.

"Let's demolish this room." Emmett said deviously, going over to the first drawer we opened. "What are you going to do?" "Just a little something that this old pervert deserves." Emmett told Rosalie after he pulled out the bottle again. And trust me, Mr. Harmont is old - like 60 old.

I go over to his board and begin drawing photos of the sick fuck, while Edward and Jasper begin moving the desks around in a large circle. "So, what do you guys want to do after this?" Emmett asked everyone. "How about we get some booze and drugs and head somewhere for a little party?" I suggested, smirking. "I'm down with that, sis'ta." he cheered. "I second that." Edward called out, and I smiled. "I'm up for some partying." Alice chirped in. "I don't know..." Rosalie hesitated slightly. "I'll drink a little, and maybe try some drugs, but honestly, no way am I going to be bad as you guys." Jasper grumbled.

"We won't pressure you people who are hesitating; if anything, watch E, B and I get high and drunk. Well, not both, but one or the other." Emmett told them, shrugging his shoulders.

"I still want to try some booze. I just don't want so much." Alice murmured shyly.

"No prob, Pixie. You can just have a taste." Emmett reassured her.

Soon, the whole classroom was set, messed up and all. Emmett had used most of the lube on the desk, smearing it everywhere; on the drawers, the table top, and over the pens and pencils. Then, with what was left in the bottle, after Edward and Jasper had set up a circle of the desks in the room, he made a circle of the lube going to the center, with a piece of paper saying "Pervert!" in big bold letters glued to the floor, courtesy of Edward.

My lewd pictures of Mr. Harmont were plastered all over his whiteboards, and I smirked with satisfaction. "Man, Bella, you're really good at drawing." Edward commented as we were leaving.

"Thanks. I like think of myself as little artist." I told him, taking his hand and began leading him down the open hallway. "Let's meet back at the central bathrooms, after getting the booze and drugs, people." I called out, leading Edward away from the others. I wanted him all to myself while we go get the booze.

"No hanky panky before the party, lovers!" Emmett teased.

I giggled, making no promise of that.

We went back to the first level, and went to my locker. "You got a stash in there?" Edward asked me as I did my combination. "Yep. I got some whiskey, rum, gin, and a little bit of vodka. Em's parents know that we're curious about adult stuff, and don't mind us drinking just a little. But, we should only drink on special occasions, and around each other." I explained, opening my locker. I reached back, feeling for the flap that is always concealed from sudden inspections the staff want to do. I found it and lowered it, reaching for my rum. "What do you want tonight, E? Want to share some rum?" I asked him, and he chuckled. "Sure." he said, and I pulled out the rum, as well as Emmett's favorite - the whiskey.

"Here, see if you think it's a good rum." I said, handing him the bottle while closing the door. He opened it and took a drink, throwing his head back, where I saw his Adam's Apple bob as he drank. I licked my lips when he lowered his head and the bottle. "Definitely a good rum." he purred, noting how I was looking at him. I giggled and took the bottle from his hand, setting it down on the floor along with the whiskey. I then wrapped my arms around his neck and brought him into me. "Let me have a taste." I whispered, and finally got to do what I wanted to do all day long since meeting this sexy man.

I wrapped my lips around his luscious ones, sucking on his top lip. He hummed and began sucking on my lower lip, his arms wrapping around my thin waist with his strong arms. I snuck my fingers through his hair, moaning a little at the soft, yet a little rough feel that was his messy bronze bed head. He chuckled and I suddenly found myself pressed against the lockers, his body molding to my thin one.

I felt myself begin heating up when I felt something hard poking into my thigh. I lifted my leg and wrap it around his hip, pushing him with my foot on his thigh further into me, welcoming his hard staff towards my heated center. He growled around our lips, and his tongue peaked out, touching my bottom lip, asking for permission to enter. I let my tongue sneak out and let his tongue make its way inside my mouth, where I returned the favor with his.

"God, I want you..." I hissed around our lips, and he moaned. "Fuck, same here." he growled, and I squeaked when his hand was abruptly squeezing my ass. I giggle and take his other hand, directing where I wanted it.

Just as he was about to grant me my long-awaited wish -

"AHHH!" a scream sounded off and we jumped apart, gasping and panting. We were looking at each other, his skin flushed with his eyes a dark jade. I licked my lips and looked over towards the sound.

A little earlier...

*Emmett*

"No hanky panky before the party, lovers!" I called back to my little best friend, who was leading a horny boy right behind her. I smirked when I didn't hear a promise from her in return.

"Alright, noobs; let's go get some of that magical stuff." I ordered, and turned toward the other set of stairs, that would lead us down to another part of the first floor, that had my locker down there. "You think Ed's going to get some by the end of the night?" Jasper muttered to me as we were walking over to the stairs. "Duh - with B glued to him, I know he'll be getting some action. And honestly, those two have been tighter that Ms. Wendell's butt cheeks; I don't think he won't not get some pussy from Bella.." I whispered, and he snickered at the description.

"I know, right? And I think my sister has gotten the picture that she won't be getting him." he hissed, and I internally sighed with relief. But, I snickered and nodded my head.

"Come on, you two." Alice called up ahead of us, Rosalie beside her.

I followed after the two ladies, watching little Miss Blondie in front of us walk while she and Alice seemed to be getting along a little better than earlier. I think we've all forgotten the awful chat back in that classroom earlier, since we've been having some fun - in a school no less.

It might actually seem strange, but here's a big shocker for everyone:

I'm actually getting the hots for Miss Hale.

Strange, I know. But really, she's a little fiesty kicker. Sure, she's miss goody-goody. Sure, she's a head cheerleader of our cheer squads for all of our lam-o athletic teams here at this hell hole. Sure, she has never had eyes for me before. Sure, she's a bitch some times. Sure, she hangs out with bimbos, whom I've slept with before - only when they were drunk as all hell and couldn't remember their own names. But I've banged them before. And sure, every "popular" boy has slept with her too. Sure, I'm an unsightly guy for her. Sure, her parents would fucking hate me. Sure, they spawned her and turned her into some little beauty 'bot that never breaks a rule. Sure, she's messed with my Bells, crossing the line. And sure, I'll never forgive her for that.

Oh, wait... what was I talking about again?

Oh, right. The Blond Goddess and how I got some feels for her.

Look, she has all of these shitty ass qualities about her - some not even redeeming and never will be. But, inside that hard shell of being good, of doing right, and always abiding by the rules, was a girl desperately wanting to break free, be wild, and not care about consequences. She wants to be a party-goer, an instigator - she also, wants me.

Like I said, never had eyes for me before.

Until today that is.

Back in the longue, when I was working on that machine to score some food, she was looking at me. I heard her crying and moping at that corner, but I knew she wanted me. And after, when Jasper wanted his sister to eat, I had willingly volunteered to make sure she did. Why? I guess, it's because I am beginning to care about the little slut. As much as I am beginning to like her, she's still a slut and an asshole for what she's done over the years. But, really, I feel that once I win her and that heart, she'll be mine - my slut.

And when I went to get her for some grub, I whispered to her, "Gorgeous girls need to eat something, you know." That was enough to have her stare wide-eyed at me, a beautiful blush to go along with it. It was also enough to stun her so I could pick her up and take her over without her crying and yelling.

Now, honestly, does it really seem likely I would go for a girl like Rosalie?

No.

Should I even like her after all of that crap she's done?

Nope.

But why is it that I'm getting these feelings for a bitch like her?

Who knows. The heart wants, what the heart wants I guess. And... dare I say it? ... Well, love has no boundaries.

Just don't know if Bella will even be happy to hear about me getting the feels for this girl.

At this moment, we reached my locker. I went over and popped it open with a slam of my hand against the easy metal. "Wow; that was like something out of the movies." Alice gushed, giggling. Rosalie looked at her suspiciously at the giggle, and I couldn't help but chuckle - both for Pix and Blondie. I knew that look, anywhere. "Yep, just one of those cool studs who is too cool for a lock." I teased, and pulled out some harmless marijuana. Sure, it's a drug and bad for you, but out of all of them, this is not the worst. It's more healthy, a painkiller, and the easiest for any of these noobs to try.

"Man, how the hell do you keep that hidden from the searches?" Jasper asked me while I snuck out a flask of my favorite drink, whiskey. "Simple - a little flap with a hole in the wall. Works like a charm, baby." I said, proud of my cunning little hide-away hole. I closed the locker and let Jasper and Alice lead the way to the central restrooms, to meet up with Eddie and Bella.

This gave me some time to talk to Rosalie.

She asked me if she could see the flask, and I gave it to her. "What's in here?" she asked, opening it with much struggling. "My favorite booze - whiskey." I told her after I saw her sniff the contents. She shuttered and quickly closed it. "What, not into some heavy drinking?" "Yes, and whiskey is really bad for you, you know." Rosalie answered, and I snickered.

"Not all of us can afford to buy some wine or champagne, princess."

"Don't call me that." she growled, and I chuckled. "Touchy. Look, what's up your butt? From the start, you've been nothing but bitchy, and then after what happened earlier, you were this quiet, sulking baby. And then, you actually were starting to be a little cool when you helped with the raiding - but now it looks like that bug is back in its home." I pointed out and she sighed sadly.

"I don't want to even tell you, McCarthy. I've just been thinking a lot ever since we got locked in. So please, don't bug me."

"You know, you could always just tell me. I've been known as the listening guy, for my bud B, and for some of my other friends back at my complex. If you ever need someone to talk to without interrupting, or hell, even try to help - I'm your man." I reassured her.

She stopped and whipped her deep, sexy, enchanting blue eyes at me.

"That's the problem. You're so close to Bella, I can't even tell you what's on my mind. And, all that's going through my mind right now, I can't tell anyone. It's better if it just stays locked away." Rosalie whispered brokenly. I pocketed my stash in my loose, large pants pocket and put my big hands on her dainty shoulders. She flinched, but surprisingly, didn't pull away.

"Keeping it bottled up is not good for a person, Rosalie. I know what it is like, not telling anyone how I feel, or if something is wrong. Letting it out will be for the better." I murmured to her, and she looked up at me, her eyes wide and a gleam of hope there. "You... you didn't call me Hale then." she whispered, and I smirked.

"So I did." I remarked, and she giggled.

Before we could continue, there was a loud scream up ahead. We jumped apart and I looked in the direction. "Pixie might've found something." I told her, and she sighed. Together, we hurried forward to Jasper and Alice, and I immediately began laughing at the sight.

Edward and Bella were right by her locker, far apart. Ed was red in the face, eyes all wide and dark in this dim lighting of the halls. His hair was ratty, and his clothes looked rumpled. And Bella was in the same condition as him; flustered and irritated. Rosalie was giggling to herself - for once, not unhappy about the sight of Ed and Bella close - while Alice was covering her eyes in embarrassment. Jasper and I were full out laughing.

"Ah, man! That, is fucking classic! You two were about to fuck each other on the lockers!" I hollered, bent over my knees, breathless. "Shut up, Emmett." Bella grumbled, not denying it. "She didn't deny it, Em." Jasper teased, and I fist bumped my fist with his raised one. "You two are lucky I am too impatient for our little party." Bella hissed, walking over to Edward and wrapping her skinny arms around his waist.

I snickered and stood straight. "Alright, Cranky-ass; we'll get to the party. Question is, where?"

"The lounge?" Alice asked quietly. "Eh, no. If we're going to be doing some smoking of this Mary Jane*here,we should keep our sleeping area clean of any smoke." Bella explained. I nodded my head in agreement. "Oh, I know!" I suddenly got the idea of where we could go, and was smirking deviously. "Where?" "Greene's Office." I said, and Bella's own smile of evil came up. "Guys, I don't think that's even a good idea too. What if he somehow finds out what we did in there?" Rosalie piped up then.

"Relax, Princess. All evidence of what we did there will be gone by the time Monday rolls around." I reassured her, but she shook her head. "But how do you know if he'll come by sometime this weekend? Some teachers and other school people do that you know." she informed me. "Trust me, Blondie; no teachers wastes their time here on the weekend. Bells and I have went by here time to time and saw no teachers around here. It's a ghost town, and it only further proves we'll be locked in this weekend." I told her. "That makes me wonder about something," Alice spoke up then.

"Honestly, if we're stuck in here, why haven't we tried breaking out at all?"

"You want to get fined with the damages of breaking out? As well as another detention - or worse?" Edward muttered, raising an eyebrow. "Oh..." she muttered. "Hence, why we're still in here." I told her, reaching over and ruffling her short black hair. "Alright, back to the topic on hand. I say, let's have the party in Greene's office. It's a total "fuck you" to him. Plus, we'll be able to say we've smoked some Mary Jane in the principal's office." Bella pointed out, and Edward chuckled. "She's got a point."

"I guess it wouldn't be too bad...?" Jasper's reply came out sounding like a question. I looked over at my dream girl and pixie, who sighed and shrugged their shoulders. "Alright; party in the office. Now, let's go to it." I cheered, and began sneaking in the direction of the office; good thing it's here in the main building. Hell, lots of what we needed today are in here.

Just then, I got another idea. I smirked and then stopped at corner, forcing the others to stop behind me. "Em, what the hell are you doing?" Bella grumbled to me, but I shushed her. Peeking around the corner, I smiled and then started to hum the Mission Impossible theme out loud. I stuffed the drugs in my pocket again, and using my hand as a gun, I snuck around the corner, crawling along the walls.

"What. The. Fuck." Bella hissed while I rolled across the floor to the other side of the hall. "What is wrong with him?" "I don't know what's going on in that head of his. I have no idea why he thinks he's a spy now." Rosalie and Bella argued with each other. "Should we just walk over to the office?" "Hey, come on; at least he's having some fun. I'm going to play along." I heard Jasper, and looked over while still inching along the walls, to find him copy my path, including his own finger gun.

"Have those two gone mad?" Rosalie asked out loud. "If you can't beat them, join them." Alice stated, giggling and followed Jasper's example, only dancing across the hall to the other side. I smiled and jumped on the blue scattered tiles of the hall to the other side. I looked back and saw Edward shrug his shoulders, where Bella sighed. Then, together, the two began crawling along the walls, before they started crawling on the floor over to the other side. Rosalie shook her head, but then she too followed after the couple.

Success.

We continued this walk of awesomeness, to the office, with everyone joining in on the theme song.

Once I reached the door, I noticed that it was one of those doors that had a little keypad of numbers before it would allow you access inside. "Pfft, a little paranoid aren't we, Greene?" I muttered to myself just when Jasper and Alice joined me. "Start punching in numbers, bro." he encouraged me, so I began tapping in numbers.

Edward and Bella then joined us, giggling and laughing to each other. "Someone's a little giggly over there." I stated out loud, cursing silently when the next few digits didn't work. "Shut up, Emmy. You're just jealy." Bella teased, and finally, Rosalie joined us.

"Whatever... Damn it!" I growled, slamming a hand on the pad in anger when again, the last few numbers didn't work. Rosalie smiled and gently pushed me aside, where she took over in the code. "It's impossible to break in, sweet-cheeks." I muttered; so imagine my surprise when I heard an audible click and heard her pushing the door open.

"All right, Hale!" Bella cheered, where we entered the office.

It was moderately large, with a nice looking desk and comfy chair, along with a school computer. Some filing cabinets, a bookcase, some awards and a diploma, along with a intercom microphone, a TV, and a couch. Plus, a window that looked out onto a nearby street beside the school.

"Damn, Rose; how did you know the code?" I asked her softly as Edward and Bella went over to the couch, while Jasper and Alice went to the desk. She shrugged, a little smile on her face. "I'm Miss Good Girl, Emmett. I've been in here several times to have chats with him, and seen him punch in that code multiple times, I've got it memorized. Plus, Greene is an outside thinker." she told me, and I smirked. "Now that scored you some brownie points." I said, and she blushed.

"Let's get the party started." Bella broke in then, holding up the bottle of rum she had. Edward gave me the whiskey, where I brought it over to the desk and set it down. "I'm breaking out the marijuana, girls and boys. I need some of this shit." I told them, pulling out the bag.

*Izzy*

I opened the bottle and took a swig, humming when I pulled it away from my lips. Edward took the bottle from me and gulped some down while we watched Emmett begin smoking the marijuana. Alice and Jasper joined Rosalie on the floor with him, and Emmett pulled back the rolled up drug, smiling. "Ahh, awesome." he murmured, smiling.

"Can I try some...?" Jasper asked hesitantly, and Emmett nodded his head lazily, handing him the drug. Jasper hesitated just for a second, but otherwise took a drag. He pulled back, and a dreamy look came across him. "Man..." he said lazily, and Emmett laughed.

"Totally." he replied.

"Ladies, want some?" Emmett asked them, all smiley. Alice bit her lip but shrugged her shoulders and joined the boys. Rosalie too hesitated, but surprisingly, she eagerly joined in. "Damn, that's a first." Edward whispered to me and I looked over at him. "Rosalie Hale - the girl who's the best student in school - doing some marijuana. Thought I'd never see the day." he continued, and I giggled.

"Same here, babe." I replied, and he chuckled deeply at the pet name.

I leaned in and began kissing him once again, just needing those lips. He moaned and took the bottle from my hands, setting it on the floor. He then brought me over to his lap, where I straddling it, feeling that hard on of his touching me down there. "Mmm, I want you alone..." I purred around our melded lips, ignoring the laughing and odd conversations in the background.

He grunted and pulled away, his eyes a dark jade. "Let's go then." he whispered to me, sneaking his face into my neck and I groaned when I felt his lips begin kissing my neck open-mouthed.

I pulled back and stood, grabbing his hand to pull him up. He grabbed the bottle and we began sneaking out.

"Hey! Be safe, you two!" Emmett called out, laughing loudly when we opened the door to leave. "You know, when I first started growing up and hearing that, I thought being safe meant not getting hurt - not use condoms or crap like that!" Alice cried out then, giggling wildly.

I snickered when I shut the door, leaving only Ed and I alone out in the halls.

"They are really getting doped up in there." he commented, smirking. I nodded my head and then smiled what I hoped was an alluring smile up at him.

"Still need that massage?" I asked him, taking his hand and dragging him away from the office. He reached behind his back with his other hand - I already took the rum away from him - and he rubbed his back slowly. "Hell yeah, sexy." he purred, and I giggled. "Well, let's fix that problem of yours. Do you think you can tell me how you became homeless before it though?" I asked him softly, and he nodded his head.

We reached the lounge then, opening and turning the lights on; it was one of those dial switches, so I switched it to a dim setting. After shutting the door, we set the rum on the counter, and sat down on the couch, cuddling with each other.

"So, where to begin?" Edward asked himself as I snuggled into his lap, curling and laying my head on his shoulder. I looked up at him, waiting while he gathered his thoughts. "Okay, I know how to start." he murmured and cleared his throat.

"I was born in Seattle, early wee hours of the morning. My mom used to tell me that I was present - a gift from God - when my parents found out I was coming into their little picture. I'm a mix of my parents too; got Dad's strong, large nose, big ears, and his sense of witty humor. Got my mom's copper hair, green eyes, the freckles, and her stubbornness. Mom wished I would get his light blue eyes, because that's how she fell in love with him. But, dad didn't care; he loved me either way.

"Mom and Dad were young, and forgot to use protection. Dad was in a young college guy about to end his years then, while my mom was about to finish high school. From what she told me, grandpa and grandma weren't too happy with her for getting pregnant. But, she was stubborn - like me - and said she was keeping me. She finished high school when I was only a month or two old. Dad finished college then, and got a decent job, to support us while we moved into a small apartment in Seattle.

"Grandpa and Grandma supported us as best as they could. Dad's parents refused to because they didn't want their son getting involved with a family while so young, and they were those kinds of parents who didn't like him hanging out not so rich girls. They were classy and snobby, so never did I ever meet them. But, then, Grandpa died from a car accident. And Grandma was soon to follow from a broken heart. Which left Mom without any other family beside me and dad. She didn't think she'd ever have time to get a job and raise me, so she was a stay-at-home mom, relying on Dad for the money to come in.

"Just when I turned three, I could tell with my little mind that my parents were at their wit's end, trying to support this family. We had little in the apartment where they could barely keep up with the rent. But, my parents put on a brave face for little me, and didn't want to upset me with all of the talks. I remember my mom telling me that kids could sense when something is wrong, and expressed it by crying. I never really cried during these times.

"And when I was four, my life was torn apart.

"I remember their screams that night, my mom screaming for help. I was a little boy in my room, sleeping peacefully. And then, I heard a door slam open - that's what awoke me. I was frozen in bed while I heard my dad arguing with the intruder. It sounded like he knew him when I heard, 'Dad, what the hell are you doing?' I stayed in the bed, hearing the arguing escalate to the point where they were screaming.

"Then, my dad was attacked. I was close enough to the living room to hear him being stabbed. Mom started screaming while I could hear my dad being repeatedly stabbed before his body thumped to the ground. Then, my mom was stabbed repeatedly before she joined my dad. But, before my grandpa could come for me - a sobbing, crying kid who had wet himself in bed -, the police arrived after a neighbor called them when the fighting had started. I was later found by a nice older woman police officer, who took me from the bedroom, out into the messy living room. The sight of their bodies, eyes wide open and blood gushing from their wounds still haunt me.

"Grandpa was charged with pre-meditated murder, and was sentenced to life in prison. Child services were going to give me to my grandma, but she wanted nothing with me. She fled off to another state; I have learned she is still alive to this day, remarried. Dad had no siblings whatsoever, just like mom. I was all alone, and only four years old. Some child service women took me in to foster me, but I was a big problem for them. I only wanted my mom, my dad, but I did comprehend that they were gone. But, still, I wouldn't accept any one to touch me.

"That started the bouncing back and forth between foster families. I didn't stick around for too long, since I was a nasty little brat, never listening to the rules of the families, or letting them come near me. I refused to let them do anything with them, and so they always gave up on me and sent me off to the next foster home. It got to be such a mess to handle me, that I was thrown in an orphanage. I was only about eight or nine at the time. Pretty skinny, wild copper hair, a permanent frown, a scowl, and freckles which led to serious bullying from the other bigger kids. And the people of the orphanage who watched over us, weren't all that great either. They let us kids fend for ourselves, where I was stuck with fights from the others.

"I would always run away from the orphanage, stealing things like candy, shoes, and other junk that interested me. Somehow, I was always brought back. I was their responsibility now, and they didn't want to get fired. I hated the place so much. And everyone there hated me too. It was around this time that I started getting tougher, too. I started standing up for myself, and started to learn how to fight the assholes, hitting them with my best shot and making sure I always got the first and last punch.

"I stayed at the orphanage for years, until I was close to being eleven. The place was shut down when someone from the city came by one day, and saw the horrors us kids were going through. The workers were fired, and they condemned the place. Most of us were able to be place in other orphanages, or in shelters. Some went to foster homes. Some even went out of the state. But, there was a few, were left alone. Seattle's shelters, orphanages and other places for kids were too overcrowded. We, the few who didn't have anywhere to go and ones no one wanted to have, were let out into the real world.

"Most disappeared then. I escaped further into downtown, trying to find a safe place to hunker down, where a few followed me. But, some were too cocky and thought they could manage on their own, so they went off on their own, and I never saw them again. The few of us who stuck together, began living off on stealing and selling. We also evaded the cops as much as we could, since we were stirring up too much trouble. Most of us were caught, and soon, after many arrests later, I was the last orphan from that place to stay out on the streets. I was alone, now only eleven after a year since the place was shut down. Homeless, lost, and open for the world to give me a beating, no doubt out to kill me, I kept up my mindset of survival - meaning, whatever I could get my hands on, whether it's food or something to sell, I made sure to hold out on it as long as I could.

"One night, out in an alleyway, I was curled up under some newspapers, trying to sleep. Just before I could fall asleep, I heard someone coming towards me. I jumped up into action, holding something that I had found lying around in my apartment all those years ago. Dad never knew that this was gone once I stole it from him," he paused, pulling out that switchblade he had earlier. "He had got it after his huge spat with his dad. I never knew what it was when I was four. It was just a strange object to me, but it was shiny so I hid it with me. When my parents died and I was put in the orphanage, I had this baby still with my stuff, and soon discovered what it really was when I started fighting.

"Anyway, I had leaped up and released the blade, standing defensively before the intruder of my sleeping spot. I heard a deep chuckle then, and heard a voice from the intruder - a lonely man. 'Whoa there, Sparky. Better put that shiny toy away or else someone's going to get hurt.' he said to me, and I scowled at him. I said nothing to him, and he snickered at me. I found out that he was some dealer of drugs, and surprisingly was looking for a runner, and an apprentice of some sort to help him out with his business. He told me that he had a small shack somewhere under the bridge in Seattle, along with a heater, two beds, clothes and food.

"I was desperate enough to accept his offer. He promised me he would split half of his earnings with me, as well as make sure I get clothed and actually shower properly. So, that's when I got involved in the drug ring, and in a gang. The guy's name was Embry Call - a guy who lost his girlfriend, his family, and his job way back on a reservation somewhere farther up north. One of his buddies hooked him up with this job of making some drugs, since Embry was good with chemicals and all that. He mentored me into making some drugs, made sure I could run fast between the streets to buyers in their cars, getting the money and delivering the drugs. And, he taught me how to fight against others. It went on like this for three years - up until I was enrolled into the high school.

"No one knew me at all in the beginning of Freshman year - well, except for a perky Rosalie Hale who wanted to be my girlfriend right off the bat. I was a rough looking kid back then; dark clothes, bruises, cuts, and overall just screamed a bad boy. But, what no one knew was that I wanted to fulfill a promise my mom wanted long ago. I remembered her always listening to classic music when she could, and whenever pretty piano music came on, she swooned and always wished out loud to be a famous piano player. My reputation at the point was terrible; teachers suspected that something wasn't right with what was going on at "home". Embry had to pretend to be my dad when signing me up for school, since I demanded it. He had tried talking me out of it, saying that the drug ring was where I was needed and to stay in. But, by that time, I was done with it all. The fighting, the drugs, the running, the hiding. I appreciated what he did for me, and I am always grateful for it - but what mattered most to me was carrying out something my mom always wanted.

"In the middle of sophomore year, that's when I was left alone - again. Embry's enemies in the drug ring caught up to him, but before they could get to him, he fled for his life. He was about to take me with him, but I was adamant in staying here, to get an education and make my mom proud. He smiled at me, nodded his head, and then left the shack that night. I took anything I could carry in a large duffle bag I would be dragging around with me for a while then - clothes, food, a cigarette or too, my switchblade before it was confiscated from me, and some blankets - and left the shack before his enemies could come get him, and possibly murder me instead.

"I was back on the streets, hiding in corners and alleyways, before settling down in an abandoned warehouse. It's still currently where I go to now. There are some other homeless people there too - even a nice old lady named Mabel. She watches the little things I have while I'm gone during the day. I consider her now as my guardian; she has a son who is barely struggling to keep his apartment that has no room for his mom, who takes in letters from the school, and delivers it to me whenever he can after taking a break from his own schooling stuff. We're good pals, really.

"And that's basically my whole story." he finished then, looking off into the distance, his eyes faraway. I brought my hand up to his cheek, and turned his head towards me, kissing his lips slowly, and lovingly.

"Thank you for trusting me and telling me this." I whispered softly, pulling back to look up at him. He smiled, and rested his head on top of mine. "I told you earlier, Bella. It feels like I know you so well, even though we have only met today. I feel like I can trust you with my deepest secrets." he whispered to me, and I smiled. "How about I give you that massage of yours, and you can tell me some of your secrets?" I asked him persuasively, leaning back and standing. He chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "Another exchange? I don't believe that was part of the deal."

"I'll tell you mine as well, you know." I added in, and he smirked.

"Deal then."

"Alright, calm down boy." I teased him at his eager response; he laughed. "Strip off that shirt. I like to work with skin, not cloth." he waggled his eyebrows but otherwise slipped off his t-shirt. I moaned at the sight of his muscular chest; I guess that's what you get after fighting for your life on the streets most of your life. He flipped over onto his stomach, letting my straddle him from behind. He moaned and I giggled, making note of the stylish ink on his back. Eh, I could always ask him later about it.

"I'll start. Hmm... secretly, I would like to wear skirts." I began, rubbing my hands together. His head was turned to the side, and he laughed. "How is that a secret?" "Trust me; if you have known me any earlier than today, you know I hate those things." I told him, and began massaging his back. He hummed, slowly asking, "And why?" "Because, one, I got enough douches looking at everything else on my body. Two, my legs are boney as all hell. And three, I feel fucking bare down there. I don't know why, but it feels like that even though I have some panties down there, I have nothing." I explained, and he laughed again.

"Wow." "Yeah, yeah. Now, your turn."

"Okay. One thing I can't ever stand, is the color pink." I laughed loudly at that. "How is that a secret, mister?" "Come on, it is. It's only just red and white having sex, with pink being it's love child." he muttered and I snickered. "Sounds like you're being a big color racist down there." "What? I am not."

"Yes, you do. It sounds like you never want white and red to ever mingle. Sounds a little racist."

"Meh. Oh, and another reason - mostly every single slutty girl in the school wears the color. They think that color is going to make them look sexy? As if." he argued, and I shook my head.

"Whatever, baby. So, my turn... back in freshman year, I thought Jasper was cute."

"Ah, man. I'm offended that you liked him back then." "Sorry, but my girly hormones was off the charts. I thought he was handsome, but I knew I would never talk to him. He was an ass back then." I told him, and he snickered.

"So, my turn... sometimes, I like to pick my belly button and sniff what I picked."

"Ewww! E!" I screeched, giggling madly, working my fingers into his hard muscles. "What? I'm curious. By the way, stuff down there just really smells weird. But, don't worry - whenever I can clean myself, I make sure everywhere is clean - and that includes my belly button." he told me, and I smirked. "And your stick?" "Oh, I make sure that gets ten times more washing than anything else." he reassured me, winking; I giggled again.

I leaned down, pushing my chest into his back. I let my lips go to his ear and kiss it. "Good to now, sexy." I purred, and he moaned. I leaned back and continued giving him his massage.

Once I was finished, we have told each other our secrets, with him smiling at me at the last one. "I had no idea you wanted to do that." he stated after I scooted back onto the armrest, letting him sit up. I blushed and mumbled, "Why you think that?" "Look, I know you got unbelievable talent when it comes to drawing, but if I hadn't really known you at all to this point, I would've pegged you wanting to become a tattoo artist - not an actual artist, who sells oil paintings and have them showcased in galleries." he said, and I shrugged my shoulders.

"Well, I don't even think it's possible for me to ever get into an art school or any college of any sort now. I've screwed up so badly academically, that I don't think I have a chance of making up my grades this year to graduate." I muttered, and he shook his head, reaching over to drag me over to his chest, cuddling me to him. "Bella, I don't think you're giving yourself any credit about believing in yourself. There is still time if you ever want to make up those grades of yours, and fix the errors you did for yourself these past two years, and earlier than that." he began and I looked up at him.

"Everyone knows what happened with you at home - including me. But, I don't think it's the end for you, or Emmett. You've got so much talent to your skill, I know that you won't ever give it up because you think all of these bad grades are going to stop you. If you are letting it stop you, then maybe I've got you all wrong. Maybe you aren't passionate, or edgy, or that strong-willed like I thought you were."

"What did you just say?" I growled, glaring at him. He held up his hands defensively, and smiled a small grin. "There, you see? I knew were that type of person. So, I don't want to hear anymore of this talk about giving up. Just have your mind set on your goal, and focus on it." he whispered, leaning forward to kiss my lips. My heart was pulsing quickly from his short talk of encouragement, and how much I liked him. I liked him so much, I was going crazy internally.

I threw my arms around his shoulders, kissing him hungrily. He moaned, and pushed me onto my back, his hand coming up to my face and caressing it. "Edward..." I breathed around our lips, gasping when I felt him knead my clothed breast. "Please... There's something I've wanted all day since I met you." I whispered, and he pulled back, his eyes a dark jade.

"What is it? Tell me and I'll do my very best to give it to you." he whispered. I reached up with a hand and caressed his face then, smiling.

"It's you. I've wanted you all day long." I purred, letting my hand drift down from his face, neck, past his bare strong muscled chest, to the V of his abdomen, going past his hips where there was a happy trail of copper hair. I giggled when he moaned lowly.

"Then your wish will be granted, love." he whispered, smiling a major panty dropping crooked grin at me. I let out a cry of lust and attacked his lips, letting him strip me down to my skivvies - which was only my underwear; no bra. He stared hungrily at my bare chest, licking his lips. I giggled as he hurriedly stripped himself of the sleep pants, and I kissed his lips languidly.

There was something about Edward that made me feel close to him. I know I've been extremely girly all day about this, gushing over him and flirting with him constantly. I had to say that I was surprised when he finally started flirting back, instead of just hiding off in his blushes and trying to act all friendly.

But, as we gave into our hormones that night, I have come to two conclusions:

One - I'll always be there for him, putting my sole trust into him as he did with me. Our trust with one another that night, sealed our bonds with a tight iron grip. I couldn't be happier to know this.

And two - I think I have fallen in love with him.


A/N: New record for me: Longest. Chapter. Ever. Period.

Wow, I just did not want to stop writing for this, now did I? Haha

I loved this chapter, at least after a few paragraphs from the beginning. Hopefully, you the reader enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing and reading it too.

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Anyways, bye for now,

~*Lady Lily of Darkness*~

(PS - I hope Edward's back story made sense and was great for everyone. I think I've put my heart and soul into developing his story, and hopefully it reflects that onto you all.)