Alright, here's chapter three. It's got lemons so beware:) Please review and follow if you like:) In the meanwhile, here's chapter three.

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Chapter Three:

Her eyes...big brown and innocent. She came up to about my chest, she was definitely shorter than Katie. Oh God how much I missed her. I darted over to the lady and maybe too harshly demanded for my item I dropped. After all, I didn't even know what it was.

"Jeez, you don't gotta be a prick about it." She muttered under her breath, but clear enough for me to hear. I just rolled my eyes and reached out to snatch my phone.

"Ah ah ah!" She giggled with a smirk on her face. Did she think I was five? "What do you say, mister?" Obviously.

Sighing, not wanting to deal with any dumb broad right now, I replied "Give me my fucking phone. I'm not playing your stupid little games, hell I don't even know you."

She looked hurt, but brushed it off as her cheeks started to turn red. You could tell she was pissed off now. I raised an eyebrow, being totally cocky and acted like I didn't care about her feelings- because honestly, I didn't. Although I usually was polite, this was not the time and place to care about anyone else but myself.

BPOV

Fucking prick. I gently remind him he drops his fucking phone, and oh hot damn! He fucking comes back at me like I bit his dick off and threw it into the firey pit of hell. Well I got news for ya buddy! You can't treat me like a piece of shit. Who the fuck was he anyway? The fuck...

"Damn you gotta loosen up." I blurted, not even realizing that we were at Katie's funeral. I kind of hoped that I didn't offend him too badly. He was cute and looks good in bed. I mean, that copperish brownish hair- DAMN. Looks like he rock the shit out of my bedboat.

I noticed his eyebrows narrowing, and realized I probably just made a big mistake...

"Who the FUCK do you think you are? You dumb BITCH! You really think I can fuckin' loosen the fuck up? WHERE ARE WE? Do you see your FUCKING surroundings? Obviously not you dumb broad!"

Wow...not the first time I've been screamed at, but wow. This boy was mad, and I gave him props for his usage of words. Impressive, seeing as we were in a funeral...which I apparently forgot, haha. I wanted to clap, but I'm afraid he'd get even more pissed. So I tried to put on my best innocent look, and pout my lip, trying to look like the good girl here.

"I-i'm sorry, I was just trying to give some advice, you seem really stressed and just uh I don't know...I'm sorry." I looked at my feet, then looked up at him innocently.

He face turned from narrow, and raging..to disgusted and grossed out. Wait, was it not working? Did he see through what I was doing? Damn, nobody ever saw through my acting, especially through the innocent look. I would say I was impressed, but that was an understatment.

"Ugh, you know what, whatever. Just give me my fucking phone and leave me alone. You don't know me, and you never will." He bitterly spit words out of his mouth like he was trying to spit on me, took his Blackberry and stormed out of the doors.

Ah, god. Why do I always scare guys away. I think they find me intimidating.

"Damn Bells...you sure know how to piss someone off." My friend Jessica, from my work, announced as she walked up to my side to stand next to me. I peered over at her but quickly averted my eyes back to the door where this mystery man left.

"Guess so...who was that guy anyway? He really had something stuck up his tight ass. I mean I know we're at a funeral but really? I expect sorrow not fucking rage."

"You jerk! That was Katie's boyfriend!"

Confused, I replied "That was not Jasper! He's dead, you retard! Nice job making fun of the deceased! I'm not that stupid!"

She sighed and did a face palm. "Not Jasper, Edward. You know the boyfriend she's had for a while?"

"Ohhhh, the one she cheated on all the time?" I whispered, trying not to piss anymore ex boyfriends off. Jessica nodded her head and started walking. I followed, seeing as she was my ride home, and her walking out towards the car was the signal that it was time to leave.

Katie was a work buddy of mine. We weren't really that close, but we were close enough to wear I care that she died. It really sucks, dying so young. I could never imagine just suddenly dying, when I havent even experienced enough things in my life. I'd be so scared to die, I mean what the fuck is on the other side, ya know? Not something I'm trying to think about, so I needed to change the subject in my mind.

I'm hungry. Shit I have work tomorrow. I was a lifeguard at one of my local pools. I really liked my job, but sometimes it just got annoying as fuck. All these little ass pool rats that come to the pool everyday to mess with the lifeguards. Sick little shits. Although I get paid pretty well, because I'm head-lifeguard, I still have financial problems. Basically because I wasn't like Jessica or Katie, and grew up a little rich snooty girl, and got whatever I asked for. My parents had a divorce early in my childhood, and I barely remembered seeing my father. I'm on my own now, with a pretty nice dorm, and two jobs that pay the bills. Being is college with two jobs sums up most of my life. I go to Ohio University for Graphic Design, and I work at the pool (Which I already explained) and have a side job selling art I've made. All in all life is pretty good, even though I'm still a virgin. Shh, don't tell.

EPOV

"Emmett I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I feel like shit. I don't think I could ever love again." I pouted, telling my best friend all my worries and troubles. He is kind of dumb, but he's hilarious and always knows how to cheer me up and make me happy again. If he was a girl, I'd probably...never mind I'd still be his best friend. Sometimes I got jealous of him, a bachelor living in a dorm with a guy that hooked him up with whatever he needed, from 90% off coupons, to drugs. On top of that, Emmett was going to Ohio University, one of the top party schools in the country. Lucky bastard. I was stuck going to Case Western Reserve. It wasn't really that bad, but still. I'd rather be with my BFF.

"Look Eddie boy-"

"Don't call me that."

"Look Deadly Edenator-"

"No."

"Ed. Seriously I got the perfect solution for you." He said, defeated, but going back onto topic.

"What is that?" I asked, curious. Emmett always had 'solutions' for me when things went bad, but usually they never worked out. That's fine, but this time I was serious and actually was begging for a good solution. If that was possible from Emmett.

"Alright I'm gonna say this, but don't automatically walk away, or think I'm joking or you know just fucking ignore me," This was starting to scare me. Emmett's version of serious, varied from crazy to just totally malign and evil. "I think we should go to a strip club."

I would have laughed and got up, but he was being serious, and I was trying to respect his beliefs.
"I'm sorry, but that doesn't sound appealing at all. I'm trying to get over this whole thing, forget about it. Not go to some cheap show to get man handled for a shit ton of money, by forty year old ladies who dress in less than the material on this tie. Sorry but not happening."

"Look Ed, I'll pay for everything! I swear! And plus you don't have to enjoy the ladies, you just have to realize how worse things will get and not want to go there anymore..so..you...um..I am not explaining this how it was going in my head."

"Em, are you saying I should go there to scare myself, in case I do become depressed and chose this as my escape?"

"Sure! Yeah, that's good. I mean that's only if you want to think of it that way. If you don't then just try to ignore it, and try to realize that there are other fish in the sea, and pleasure from other girls might be more interesting."

If anyone else would had said this, I would have punched them in the face, but I know what Emmett was trying to say. He wasn't trying to rag on Katie, he was trying to let me see it from an outside view, and I respected that. It was actually a smart move on his part.

"Alright, fine. I will go." With that, Emmett popped up from his seat in triumph, and raced upstairs, saying

"I'm getting dressed I advise you do the same" as his voice trailed off.

I sighed, and stood up to get changed.

"What am I getting myself into..." I asked myself.

BPOV

"Come on, Joey! Get off the ladder. I've told you a thousand freaking times. Now you're just doing it to piss me off. Don't say you aren't, because you totally are. I know you and your malicious plans!" I yelled at the small ten year old boy smiling from ear to ear, while he hung on the steps of the ladder going into the pool.

"Delicious plans?"

"No! I said malicious!"

"Vicious?"

"MALICIOUS!"

"Promiscuous?"

There was a long pause of silence.

"How do you even know that word?" I asked...very worried. He face dropped from a smile, and he jumped back into the pool. Ass.

EPOV

"This place is loud!" I screamed over the music. From a distance I saw three spotlighted girls swinging and dancing around on a pole and moving there booties like crazy.

"What?" He screamed back. I just felt it useless to try to make him hear me again, I just rolled my eyes and kept following behind him. I noticed how the only lighting in the big autitorium of whores was purple. Purple was kind of a queer color, but a lot of masculine guys that I knew loved the color purple. Same with Emmett, and I think I just realized why.

"I got you a private room with Cherry Pie. I paid for half an hour so make the best of it." Emmett said with a big grin on his face. Cherry Pie? What the hell kind of name was that...And how would Emmett even know if I thought she was attractive. If he picked someone his type, she was probably going to have long blonde hair, which I didn't mind, huge hooters, which was a plus, and a big ass, which I didn't like too much. I don't know what it was about butts, but I didn't like them all that much. Whenever I saw a girl, her ass would either be too flat, too small, too big, or too round. I have never seen a girl with the perfect sized...backside.

"Alright."

Then I saw this woman walk over to me. Wowzers she was definitely a slut. And totally what I expected from Emmett. I saw him wink at her as she walked over to me and grabbed my hand, leading me into a room towards the back.

I looked behind me seeing Emmett with two raised thumbs and a big grin on his face, as he disappeared into the fog.

"And here we go, honey." She said as we walked into a dark room. She turned the light on to reveal the gold painted room with the hot pink sofa in the middle. "Lights on or off?" Hmm, this was a peculiar question. I didn't know lighting was an option. I usually liked the lights dimmed in a romantic setting but I have a feeling this won't be romantic at all.

"On." I requested. I wasn't really paying attention to the miss, but looking around and noticing things about the room instead. Just then she got into my eyesight and grinned, pushing me onto the sofa. Well, this should be interesting.

BPOV

"Finally, it's time for a fucking break." I said to myself as I walked into the Guard Room, wiping the sweat off my brows. I sat down on one of the benches, glancing down. I noticed how pale I still was. Summer was almost over, and I was still white as God's fucking dick. No matter what I just couldn't tan. It wasn't fair, seeing myself whtie as a vampire, around all these bronzed up lifeguards. I wanted to cry myself to sleep.

"Hey Bella do you think you could do deck walk real quick? I know youre on break but it's lookin' real dirty out there." My manager, Tim asked me. I was never asked to take my breaks off, because I was always cussing about how much in relief I had them I was in. So I guess doing this one wouldn't hurt.

"No prob Big T." I snickered, remembering how he always got playfully annoyed when I called him that. I glanced over, and found a huge grin on his face, followed by a wink. Tim was one of the guys I could go out with, and he'd buy me a drink. Most guys are like "blah blah you're only twenty I don't wanna get caught blah blah suck it". He was twenty four and was a pretty cool guy. I mean, I wouldn't date him or anything, he's kind of an OCD freak, but still, he was a pretty cool dude.

That's when I thought of Edward. I don't know why, but ever since the funeral, I couldn't get him out of my head. Not in a good or bad way, it's just he would keep popping in and out in the most randomest times. Oh well. Better get back to shitty work. Just kidding it's not that bad.

EPOV

"Fuck," I moaned as she licked around the tip of my dick. All our clothes were off and her giant boobs were pressed against my legs, while she had one hand on little Eddie and her mouth on his head. She was obviously 'experienced', so I was a little iffy about going any further. I didn't want to catch a disease or anything, and she wasn't too tight I was guessing, but oh well it's a free fuck.

"You like that?" She asked in a porn like seductive voice.

"Yes I do" I replied. I rested my head back, thinking about her going up and down on my hard...little boy, as she mimicked my very thoughts. She slid her hands with her mouth up and down, switching from just at the top, to deepthroating all the way down. It was one of the best I've ever gotten. I think this was starting to work, the whole, forgetting about Katie thing. I obviously had regrets about this, but it was still pretty fucking good. I was getting goosebumps.

She took her mouth and hand off my wet cock, and looked up at me. "You want to fuck me Eddie?"

I didn't quite know if I did or not. But the way she said it made me harder than I already was.

"Get on top, baby." I replied, trying to sound sexy too, but it just came out awkward. It sounded too demanding and I didn't know if she liked that or not. But then again, she was here for me, not for herself. Unless you count the tremendous amount of money Emmett was paying her.

"Mmm, I like you talking like that" She said, as she got on top of me. As she slipped me inside, I realized that I had been so wrong. She wasn't loose at all, in fact she was a moderate tightness. It was definitely satisfying. I just wanted to see if she could take me...I was pretty big.

A moan slipped out of her pink lipstained mouth, and she started going in and out. Just then my senses started going haywire. I was fucking the shit out of her, and grabbed on her tits like they were my sex handles. I flipped her over to doggy style, and pounded the shit out of her.

"Oh god, yeah," she moaned, a little too dramatically. "FUCK me, ohhh yeahh!" She started screaming. I couldn't tell whether or not she was faking, but then I went into turbo drive and she wasn't making any noise. Then all of the sudden she started moaning differently, and I heard the pleasure in her, and I felt the vibrations of her screams on my dick, as if fucked her wet pussy.

I knew I was close, and she kept telling me how close she was. She finished right before I did, making sure I pulled out, I didn't want to risk anything for either of us.

"Jesus Christ..." She said, as she flipped over. I just grinned, and walked over to put my clothes back on.

"You should come back more often" She said with a seductive smile. I winked at her, and walked out of the room, back to the entrance where I saw Emmett.

"Dude, she gave you fifteen extra minutes?" He said, running up to me. I didn't even notice that it was that long.

"Oh I guess," I said as I shrugged it off, putting my coat on to walk out the door.

"So how was it?" Emmett asked, curiously. I just look over at him and smiled.

"I don't kiss and tell." I winked.

"Haha alright!" He said, triumphantly. "Something you can get used to?"

"What, going to strip clubs or being with other women?"

"Well either I guess, haha" Emmett chuckled.

"Haha," I laughed "I'm not sure...I think so."