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EPOV

I sat upright in bed and swallowed hard to moisten my dry mouth. I rolled my neck a few times, and then left it lying on my shoulder as I reclined on my elbows. The house was eerily quiet. Those fuckers better not have left without me. I rolled off of the bed with a groan and shuffled into the hallway. I couldn't hear any movement anywhere. Jasper's door at the end of the hall was open and I could see band posters hung at angles all over his room. Who buys a poster for Rascal Flatts? Gross Texans, that's who. I reached behind my head and scratched at my scalp.

"Jasper?" There was no answer from anywhere. I turned back around to go into my room and maybe just spend tonight unpacking, but there was a note stabbed to my door with a pocket knife. Oh, how classy. I pulled the knife out and folded it, sticking it in my pocket.

Call me when you wake up.

-Jasper

I shuffled back to my room and picked my cell up off the desk. I dialed his number and got the annoying recorded lady telling me I must first dial a one or zero. I redid my dial and held the phone against my ear with my shoulder while I looked through all the books on my shelves.

The fucker finally picked up the phone and he was ridiculously wasted. "Hay, Eddie. Alice din'd wanna wake y'up, so. But. We arranged a sweet ride fer ya to git you here. So. Sit tight and I'll send 'em out to the house. We're all chillin' at Rosalie's 'cause her parents have a basement and –"

"Yeah, yeah, okay. Thanks for everything, Jasper." I hung up on him and tossed the phone onto my wrinkled bedspread. I shoved the book back onto the shelf and shuffled out into the upstairs bathroom.

It felt great to shower off all of the plane funk and sleep sweat. I shook my head and water droplets flung everywhere. I mussed it up a bit and then did jazz hands at myself in the mirror with a blank expression. While brushing my teeth, the doorbell rang. I kept the brush in my mouth and wrapped a towel around my waist to go answer. It was probably my ride. They'd have to wait.

At the top of the stairs I found an intercom system. Couldn't be that hard to use. I pushed the button labeled 'TALK' and leaned in close.

"Hey, are you my ride?"

A female voice answered me, which surprised me a bit. "I could be. I suppose it depends on what you mean by ride."

I could almost feel her sarcasm grabbing at me through the mesh intercom speaker. I laughed and pushed the button again. "Well, I just got out of the shower, so you can come on in and wait." I went back to brushing my teeth and as I was rinsing, I heard the doorbell, then the intercom. I ran back out to the staircase and pushed the button.

"Did you say something?"

"Yeah, the door's locked, moron." I heard someone else bark a short laugh right before she released her button.

"Oh. Hm, hang on. I think this thing has a button to buzz you in…" I stepped back and looked at the panel. No, apparently it didn't. I took the stairs two at a time, holding my towel up around my waist and threw the locks on the door.

When I opened it, there was a short little brown haired girl with a tall blond. The short one eyed me and the tall one flicked a cigarette into the bushes and pretended she didn't notice I was standing in the doorway with just a towel on. The little brown one spoke up first.

"Good evening, Edward Cullen. We are Rosalie Hale," she jabbed her thumb at the tall blond, "and Bella Swan," here she poked herself in the chest, "your chauffeurs to the party this evening. It's a pleasure to meet you. We are here on business, however, and will need you to put pants on. At least for now."

I glanced down at my towel and smiled back up at her. "You'll have to wait a minute. I just got out of the shower. I didn't realize you guys lived so close." It was pitch black out the door behind them, so I stepped aside to let them wait in the foyer. They both stepped in. Bella's jeans were frayed at the bottoms and practically enveloped her tiny feet. Rosalie's fuckme heels made a loud clicking on the hardwoods as she walked to the kitchen like she owned the place. I figured she'd been here before, so I didn't try to stop her or anything.

Bella seated herself on the bench and kicked her legs out in front of her, leaning back on her palms. I went back up the stairs one at a time, now. I didn't want my junk to go flying out in front of anyone it shouldn't. I swung a suitcase up onto my bed and grabbed a black t-shirt, shoving my arms through the holes and slipping it over my head. I tossed my towel into a corner by the closet and pulled on the same jeans and belt I wore on the plane. I slipped my feet back into my converse and grabbed at all of my necessary items. Keys, phone, wallet, and a final hair check and I was down the stairs.

Rosalie was sitting on the bench next to Bella as I walked down the stairs to them. It felt like I should be wearing a prom dress and they should be standing at the bottom of the stairs with a rose for me or something. I did a little twirl at the end of the staircase and the girls laughed.

"Where's Mrs. Whitlock," Rose asked me.

I shrugged and pulled the door open for her. "Got me. I just woke up."

"I just figured she'd have had some baked goods sitting out. She always does." Ah. That explains the kitchen raid.

"Not tonight. Maybe I killed her baking spirit already."

Rosalie laughed and Bella bounded down the stone steps ahead of us. She slipped on some moss, but caught her balance as I reached out instinctively to steady her, even though she was at least 5 feet from me. Rosalie took the stairs more slowly and I made sure to grab my spare key before locking the door behind me.

Bella was in the driver's seat of a ridiculously old, red truck, honking the horn. It honked maybe one time for every 4 pushes. Rosalie gestured for me to slide in first, so I did. She climbed in after me and shut the door and we all relaxed against each other. Bella reached down for the gear shift and looked over at me. I was straddling it. She wiggled her eyebrows at me and winked.

Oh, Jesus. This was going to be too easy. Before the party was over, I could nearly guarantee that I'd have her straddling me. I could almost feel my fists wrapped up in her long, dark hair. Rosalie rolled her eyes like she thought we were immature and lit up a cigarette, rolling down her window slightly.

"So, Edward. We don't know a whole lot about you. Just that you're Jasper's long lost cousin who used to eat ants. And, oh yeah, you kept getting caught by the law." Bella glanced over at me with a smile as we barreled down the narrow dirt driveway. Maybe she should keep her eyes on the road. And I think she only had one working headlight.

"Jesus, that story gets around fast, doesn't it?"

"Well, Jasper told us about you when he got back from his last visit with your family all those years ago." She pretended to wax nostalgic and let her eyes get all glassy before we fishtailed out onto the main road.

My hands gripped my knees a bit tighter and I pulled myself off of Rosalie's side of the car back towards the middle. "Jesus, Bella. Who taught you to drive?"

"My dad. He's the chief of police." She looked over at me and her eyes looked a little crazed, I thought.

Rosalie piped in, talking as smoke puffed out of her mouth. "Yeah, Bella thinks she can get away with anything sine Daddy will always bail her out. His little girl is perrrfect."

Bella smirked over my shoulder at Rose and made a sharp turn onto another road I never would have known existed. "Does everyone here live in a fucking compound? Haven't any of you ever watched any slasher movies? Whole families die out here in places like this, alone and isolated."

Bella slowed down a bit since this driveway was a bit rocky. "What's the matter, LA? Can't handle a little danger?"

I was quickly meeting my match in this girl. I shifted slightly to get my crotch away from her hand because one accidental brush and I was going to bone this girl in her truck while her friend watched.

"I can handle it, I just don't think you can. I mean, you're driving like a maniac. That little fishtail back there? That's just dangerous if you don't know what you're doing." I looked over at Rosalie and then back at Bella who both started talking at the same time.

Rosalie rolled her eyes and tossed her cigarette out the window saying, "Oh, God. Here we go again."

Bella looked enraged and her eyes flashed fire in the dim light of her dashboard components. Her foot was heavier on the peddle. "Oh, so you're saying a chick can't possibly know how to drive a car with as much skill as… who? You?" She laughed and whipped the car to the left towards a large clearing of trees.

I crashed into Rosalie who was squished against the door, her arm hanging out the window as if she'd been through this one hundred times before. Bella jerked the wheel hard to the right and the back end started to slide. She corrected exactly the right amount and the truck evened out, circling once around the meadow. Mud and tall grass was flying up into the air.

"Okay, okay, I wasn't saying you, particularly, Bella, Jesus!" I was holding onto the dashboard so I didn't slam into either of them. Bella wasn't finished.

She slammed the brakes on when we were in the middle of the field and looked over at Rosalie. Rosalie waved a hand at her passively and Bella smiled. She turned the wheel all the way to the left and slammed the shifter into reverse. "Hold on, LA." I did.

She pushed the clutch down, floored the accelerator and then took her foot off the clutch. I flew forward as the truck lurched backwards, catching myself before my head hit the windshield. The front wheels started to slide and we were doing a reverse brodie around the back wheels of the truck. If her truck wasn't so old already, I'd be screaming at her to stop for the sake of her ride. I had to hand it to her, though. That bitch knew what she was doing. Even I'd never done this in a front wheel drive. We finally came to a stop and she dropped her hands to her lap to stare at me. Her fingernails were short, and she had chipped black paint on them.

"So, got anything else you'd like to comment on, LA?"

I stared at her, wide eyed with lust and awe, and shook my head.

"Good. Let's get to the party."

She pulled out of the meadow and headed back down the gravel driveway. I was well aware of every part of my body that was touching a part of hers as we bounced along. My Sassy Speed Queen Washington Lust Object. Ungh. I closed my eyes in the dark cab and didn't stop myself from playing a one-sided game of Jello around the turns she took too tightly.

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