AN: As promised... here´s another one!
The DreamTeam RAWKS!
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NUTHIN!
That´s What Little Girls Are Made Of...
Chapter Forty
BPOV
After that awful first school dance, Edward and I decided to keep up with the pretences. As per his orders, I would be attending any and all school dances and major functions with him as my date.
Too bad it was only out of sympathy and overprotectiveness!
As much as I hated Edward pitying me, I loved the illusion of being his, and sticking it to those snotty bitches at school more. Despite the fact that I always felt like my coach turned into a pumpkin each time he returned to his life in Chicago.
It was a fucking catch twenty-two!
On another note, Edward´s lame ass defense for racking up the sky miles to be here was that he didn´t trust these little horny, backwoods punks, and he´d fucking kill somebody if they ever laid a hand on his little Izzy.
Yeah, his words, not mine!
Let´s just say junior prom was a goddamn riot!
It was also the first time I masturbated.
Wouldn´t you like to know that story?
I´m such a tease! Lol! Leave me some love! I´ll be hiding under the bed!
Hasta máñana peeps...
Krazi
xoxo