BPOV

Edward. Just thinking his name made me wet. Sitting next to him yesterday had been fucking... shit. Incredible? I wanted to bite him, he looked so delicious. Screw Mike. Screw Emmett. Edward. Edward screwing me. Edward screwing me while Emmett-Shit. No. None of that. I had spent a good chunk of last night wondering how I should approach Edward. Should I try to make silly conversation with him, or just go straight for the jugular? Should I use the standard, 'hey, nice shoes, wanna fuck?' I felt like a childish little girl, and Bella Swan was nota girl that was unsure of herself, not by any means. I didn't know how bitches in Forks got down, but in Phoenix, if you wanted something, you chased it. Sadly, however, we weren't in Phoenix anymore. I didn't want him to think me a whore before he'd even had a taste.

Mmm. I could just imagine that smug little mouth of his tastingme...

I couldn't remember ever meeting a boy that was as delicious as him. Justin had been gorgeous as hell, but he was nowhere near Edward's caliber. I'm fairly certain-no scratch that, completelycertain-that he could be a model if he wanted. The more I thought about it, the more I enjoyed my little fantasies of him walking up the runway. Edward doing his best "Blue Steel." Or his best Marky Mark...

As I got ready for the day, I decided to wear something a little daring. I chose to go braless under a clingy and sheer Ninja Turtles tank that I had had since I was twelve-boys loved that kinda shit. I never actually wore it when I was twelve, because all my girlfriends were bitches and didn't understand the awesomeness of boy's cartoons. I was now significantly more confident, so I paired it with some tight black skinny jeans and pumps, then threw a black cardigan on. I had to look fucking hot, but shit, it was cold as balls out here.

As I drove to school, I thought of his face. His gorgeous, perfect, lovely face.

He had a strong jaw, with stubble that was a couple days old. His brows were thick, but highly expressive, and under them were the most beautiful green eyes I'd ever seen. He smiled crookedly. His hair had the same I've-just-been-fucked look that mine always had, but somehow, I didn't think he had to work for it. And his body? Good lord. He was long and lean, but still muscular. Not to mention the fact that he had beautiful hands. Seriously, they were sexy. Sexy hands? What the fuck was wrong with me?

I pulled into the parking lot, my truck causing people to stare. Yeah, it's loud as shit. Who cares, Forkers?

As I stepped down from the cab, I glanced up to see Alice standing next to a shiny, silver Volvo, waving excitedly at me. Jasper was leaning on a red BMW next to the Volvo. He appeared to be drinking from a flask, and I realized why must've appeared so dazed yesterday. He must've been a little drunk then, too. I hadn't smelled it on him, so I couldn't be totally certain, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized his eyes had that familiar glaze one gets when intoxicated. I decided I'd have to ask him to share sometime.

I waved back at Alice, smiling a genuine smile. A Jeep drove up and screeched to a halt in the space next the BMW, and Emmett jumped out. Upon spying me, he boomed out, "BELLS!" I couldn't help but laugh. He grinned, dimpling, and motioned for me to join them. As I started walking towards them, I noticed a blonde girl getting out of the BMW. A beautifulblonde girl. A beautiful tall blonde girl. One who was both busty andleggy.

She was a gorgeous fucking blonde Amazon.

My annoyance flared a little as Emmett grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her to him, smothering her in a kiss. Jasper rolled his eyes at this, then moved a little closer to Alice. He sipped his flask and narrowed his eyes a little, staring at nothing on the ground. When I finally made my way over to them, Alice pulled me into a hug, which kind of shocked me, but I welcomed it. I really felt like I was carving out a little niche for myself, and it was happening way faster than I would've thought possible. I would notcomplain for gaining friends so quickly. I had to assert myself so that I wouldn't be regarded as weak. Like a hyena... or some shit.

"Bella! You're still coming to La Push, right?" she narrowed her eyes at me, and I couldn't help it, I laughed. I had agreed, hadn't I? I was excited at the prospect of the beach, even if the skies overhead couldn't show any real promise. Alice was a total sweetheart, and I really liked Jasper and Emmett so far. Hopefully I could fit in with their little group, and push the blonde bitch out...

"Yeah, I haven't changed my mind." She brightened significantly when I said this, clapping her hands together and exclaiming, "Good!"

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the Amazon scrunch her face in distaste. Clearly she didn't want me there. What the fuck ever. I realized she must be the Rose I'd heard about, but as beautiful as she was, I wasn't afraid of her. Fuck her.

Jasper reached forward, taking Alice's hand and pulling her back towards him. His eyes were a little red, and he looked like he hadn't slept in a while. "Miss Bella," he slurred. A small smile played on his lips, and he jerked his head towards the beautiful blonde Emmett was pawing. "You met my sister yet?"

I raised an eyebrow. Sister? Oh. That explains the eye roll. I shook my head, and the girl turned another icy stare my way. Jasper continued on, very clearly drunk. He disregarded her glare with a slight tilt of his head and a squint of his own, and she smoothed her face out slightly. This simple response made it clear that they respected each other, which, in turn, made me respect their relationship. I admired siblings close, either because of the fact that I didn't have any, or because I never wantedany. I admired the kinship they had, because in spite of anyone or thing else they might lose, they'd always have each other.

Jasper slurred on, confirming my personal beliefs about siblings. "Miss Bella, this is Rosalie, my twin, my other half, the part of my soul that was disconnected and made into another person. Course, Alice is my better half, but Rose is my... Aw, shit, whatever. You get it."

I laughed and turned to look at her again. Rosalie raised a perfect brow at me, but didn't smile. Shit, she was beautiful. Emmett was a lucky fucking guy to be hitting that. Emmett looked from Rosalie to me and back again, before giving her a slight nudge. "Say hi, Baby. She's my new doodle buddy, the one I told you about, remember? She's funny as shit." He grinned at me, and I smirked back, bowing a little at his complement. Rosalie affected a bored look, then spoke, her voice nearly as beautiful and icy as her face.

"Hello, Bella. Such a pleasure to meet you." The venom in her voice didn't go without notice. Her statement was simple, but it held weight that was nearly palpable. I sighed, realizing quickly that she was one of those girls. The girls that always hated me back home when I "stole" their boyfriends. Newsflash: it's not theft if they come voluntarily.

"You, too, Rosalie." I matched her gaze, silently accepting her challenge. Okay, bitch. Game on.

She glared back at me, sneering slightly; perhaps she wasn't used to someone standing up to her. I was about to open my mouth again to say something smart-or stupid, depending on how you looked at it-when the driver's door to the Volvo opened. I hadn't realized there was someone sitting inside of it. But... oh. It wasn't someone. It was him. It was Edward. He got out slowly, a look of irritation on his face. He was typing outrageously fast on his phone, and he walked unseeingly to stand next to Alice.

"McCarty. I need something good this time, please. None of that shit from last time. Something that makes the inner monologue go, you know?" He didn't even look up, and had yet to notice me in my stunning (and fuckingcold) outfit.

Emmett wrapped his arms around Rosalie's waist, burying his face in her neck. "Well hello to you, too, darling. And fuck you, Cullen. That was good shit and you know it. Just because Victoria didn't want to suck your dick-"

At this, Alice scrunched her face up and brought her hands to her ears. "Lalalalala! I can't hear you!"

Emmett and I began laughing, and Edward looked up, surprised. That sex smirk crept onto his face again, and my teeth found my lip.

"Hello, Bella. I see you've met my circle all ready." I felt my eyes widen a little as I looked around and for the first realized how unbelievably attractivethis entire group was as a whole. All of the boys were tall and sexy as hell in their own ways, and obviously Alice and the Amazon were strikingly beautiful as well. I smirked outwardly and cheered inside slightly; I would fit rightin with their little clique. Even if I had to tolerate the Amazon being around, I would, because there was honestly no other place that I belonged than the top. My smirk grew wider. I wonder if Edward will like it when I'm on top?

His eyes traveled down to my suddenly at attention nipples, and I silently thanked myself for not wearing a bra. It was kind of an attention whore thing to do, but it was working so well. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his smirk grew. "Ninja Turtles?" his voice was slightly patronizing, and I quickly moved on the offensive.

"Turtles are boss. Don't act like they aren't." I poked my chest out, just a bit, hoping to illicit a response from him. He shifted slightly, moving his math book down to cover his crotch. Ha. Take that, sex haired god.

Emmett nodded in agreement and spoke up before either of us could fire at each other again. "Fuck yeah they are. Shit, Bells, you're the fucking perfect woman, aren't you?" He quickly looked down at Rosalie, who was glaring at him. "Ah... Baby you know you're the perfect woman, I just mean... I mean, it's the Ninja Turtles! I... uh..."

"Yes, Bells, the Ninja Turtles were pretty fucking boss. In, you know, fourth grade."

Now it was my turn to glare. Edward was dissing the Turtles? Prick. Jasper reacted before I could, reaching behind Alice and smacking Edward on the back of his head. I wished instantly that it could've been me hitting him. How badly I wanted to touch that hair, and how badly I wanted to scold him for being such a douche to one of our generation's staples. I had thought about it (the hair touching part, at least) last night for far longer than I'd like to admit.

"Edward, don't be rude to Miss Bella. If the lady likes the Ninja Turtles, then so be it. Don't go picking on her for having reasonable and, if I do say so myself, magnificent taste. I suggest you apologize for your snarky comment."

Edward shook his head at Jasper, irritated, then turned back to me. "I apologize, MissBella. Could you ever find it in your heart to forgive me?" he was smirking again, completely and obviously patronizing me.

"Hm," I tapped my chin dramatically, pretending to debate this. "Possibly. Walk me to class, and I'll consider it."

His eyes narrowed again, but the smirk remained.

"Do you two have a class together?" Alice suddenly piped. She was applying some lip gloss, and Jasper was watching intently, licking his own lips. As soon as she was finished, he reached over and yanked the wand out of her hand. He licked the tip of it, which caused her to squeal, "Jasper! That is not for eating!" She grabbed it back from him, quickly putting it away, and turned back to Edward and I expectantly.

We answered simultaneously, looking at each other rather than at her. "Yeah."

I saw her nodding out of the corner of my eye, and tore my eyes away from Edward to give her the attention she deserved. She was looking down now, though, face scrunched in concentration. Jasper was whispering in her ear, motioning between Edward and I with his hands.

Her eyes widened, and a huge grin crossed her face, but she quickly regained her composure and looked up at me, softening her smile.

"Which class?"

Again, we both answered her at the same time. "Biology."

"Hm. That's good. Edward hates biology. He never pays attention. Make sure he pays attention from now on, k?" she said all of this nonchalantly, as though her and Jasper hadn't just been all whispery and conspire-y with each other. The bell rang then, signaling that we had five minutes to get to class.

I laughed, unsure of what a better response would be. "Sure. I'll see you in History." She smiled brightly at me again, and she and Jasper left, arm in arm. Jasper turned, giving me and Edward that little salute, and Edward did it back to him. Emmett was still blabbering on to Rosalie about how perfect she was, and my stomach rolled a little. They walked away together, too, too absorbed in each other to say goodbye.

"Baby, come on, really, you know you're the most beautiful thing..."

I tuned him out, I had to. Yeah, the chick was beautiful, but shit. She had to be fully aware of it. Anyone who wasn't was fucking brain-dead. Edward rolled his eyes at the disgusted expression on my face, then held his hand out to me. "Give me your books. What's your first class?"

"Why do you want my books?" I asked, confused. Surely he had all of the books he needed. He gave me a look that suggested I might be stupid, and I got a sudden urge to stick my tongue out at him.

"I do not want your books. I'm offering to carry them for you."

I looked at him, confused by his unexpected courtesy. He sighed, then began again in a patient voice.

"Jasper takes great pride in being a gentleman. He's been trying for years to instill his beliefs into Emmett and myself, and the least I could do is attempt to carry out his teachings." He paused, then smirked again, his voice taking on a rougher tone. "Now give me your fucking books so I can walk you to class properly."

He was staring at my tits again, and I took a couple steps towards him, making them bounce a little. His nostrils flared and he looked up, meeting my eyes. He squinted slightly, and he frowned. Part of me felt a tingly thrill, because he looked so hot when he made that face. Hotness aside, however, it was quite clear that he knew what I was doing. Whoops. I shrugged and shoved my books at him, slightly brushing my body against his as I moved past him, rejoicing as he tensed slightly.

Yes.

And then he was next to me, taking long strides with his long legs and hissing breathily into my ear. "Bella, do please try to keep those covered up. You could catch frostbite in this weather."

EPOV

I grew increasingly rude to her as the day went on. I didn't want to charm her, I wanted her to be as far away from me as possible. Something about her was going to be dangerous to me. I could feel it. She made me uncomfortable—women didn't do that, not to me.

I was attracted to her, of course; who wouldn't be? But something about her… something wasn't… right. Not to mention the fact that I couldn't get her out of my fucking head.

And that Ninja Turtles shirt? Hell yes Turtles are fucking boss, I'm a douche for ever denying that. But with her little nipples trying to rip through Donatello and Leonardo's eyes… I couldn't help the comment. I wanted it to be my mouth they were in. Hell, I wanted to shove her against the back of the Volvo. When she'd brushed up against me—on purpose, undoubtedly—I'd had to fight the urge to grab her by the hair with one hand and shove the other one down her pants. Never in my life had I been more excited at the mere prospect of fucking someone. I didn't even know her. Had that ever stopped me before? Shit. No.

She sat with us at lunch today.

Alice chattered with her about La Push—apparently she'd invited her—while Jasper played with his food again. Bella had laughed hysterically when he started to do a recreation of the final act of Hamlet with French fries and a tooth pick he'd had in his pocket. She had even joined in, squeezing ketchup packets all over the fries to make them look like they were drenched in blood.

Emmett had laughed with her about their doodles, and Rosalie glared. Bella didn't flinch, and I was impressed. There weren't too many adults that could take Rosalie's glare, let alone any of our peers. Occasionally, when Rose wasn't looking, I'd catch Bella eyeing her appreciatively. I stared at her in wonder after the first couple of times, unsure of why she would look at her with any sort of appreciation. At first I thought she was just admiring Rosalie's beauty—she was quite beautiful, and most everyone admired her. But my thoughts shifted course when Bella's eyes grew a little hazy and she bit down on her lip.

Oh. Oh. Was she one of those girls?

My dick immediately hardened at the idea of Bella appreciating Rosalie more fully, and I'd had to shift in my seat to ease the stress my jeans were putting on it. Fucking Christ, could this girl be any more dangerous?

The rest of my day was filled with thoughts of her. Thoughts of her with Rosalie. Thoughts of her on the beach. Naked. With Rosalie. Fuck. I hadn't thought of Rosalie that way in years. And now, this damned new girl was here, making me have fantasies about the two of them. Dirty, nasty, highly involved fantasies.

Well, this just would not do. When I finally reached Biology, I thought my balls were going to fall off. I'd actually asked to use the bathroom during Trig, surprising Miss Weston. I never asked to use the bathroom. I fucking loved math.

When I got to the bathroom, I punched the walls of one of the stalls. I closed my eyes, and big brown ones stared back at me from the walls of my imagination. She bit her lip, and I couldn't hold it anymore.

I jacked off in the fucking boys bathroom.

I tried to be quick. I didn't want to get caught. That would be beyond embarrassing. When I finished, I stared down at the sperm spiraling down in the toilet. I frowned.

"What are you doing to me?" I whispered, to no one.

In Bio, I sat down uncomfortably, not entirely ready to spend an entire hour next to the girl who was somehow managing to unravel me. It's not that I thought it was impossible to be so taken with a woman—Jasper and Emmett were prime examples of this odd phenomena—I just hadn't thought it could ever happen so quickly. She had been consuming every single thought I'd had in the past twenty four hours, and no woman had ever done that, not even when I was nine and convinced that I was going to marry Ginger Spice.

Yeah. Ginger Spice. The woman had great tits, okay?

Bella plopped down next to me, tits jiggling, pulling me back to the present. Waking my dick up, again.

"Gotten frostbite yet?"

She turned to me, eyes slightly narrowed and shoved her breasts onto the table, stretching her arms behind her. Her face suddenly became innocent.

"Are you a doctor?" she dropped her voice then, breathing out, "Would you like to check for me?"

Fuck, would I ever. "No, but I've read enough medical journals and studied enough to know what to check for. If you'd like, I can most certainly examine you." I was being cocky, but it wasn't unfounded. I knew my shit, so what if I liked to flaunt my knowledge? Knowledge is sexy.

She raised an eyebrow. "Why do you read medical journals? Are you planning on one day being a doctor?"

I shrugged, shaking my head. "My father's a doctor. He has an extensive library of medical texts. They're quite interesting."

Her eyes narrowed again, and she looked as though she were pondering something. "Edward?" Fuck. There it was again. That sexy, breathy, fuck-me whisper.

I leaned into her, getting a good whiff of her strawberry/flower scent. "Yes, Bella?"

She leaned closer to me, and I could see her nipples hardening again. Only it wasn't cold right now. I couldn't help the smirk that crossed my face.

"Do you think your father can prescribe me something?" her eyes were serious, and she was biting her lip again.

I frowned, unsure of where this was going. "Such as?"

She fidgeted, looking down and blushing as she spoke. "Well… see… I have… um… well… it's not really… it's…"

Oh. No. Please, no. Dear anyone who's watching over this earth, watching me, watching her, Fates, whomever, just… no.

"Herpes."

She looked down in shame, and I felt my eyes glaze over. My vision blurred, and my stomach churned at the bathroom masturbation that had occurred just two periods before. I wanted to heave. I wanted to burn my hands with lye and dye my retinas four shades of bleached. The constriction of my jeans lessened to the point of normality, my dick having been melted into a worthless pile of skin.

Herpes?

What. The fuck.

BPOV

Oh. The look on his beautiful face. I was nearly shaking now, trying so hard not to laugh. His face was all closed up now, and he was starting to look sick. No way. Motherfucker. Did he really think that I had herpes?

"Edward," I whispered. He ignored me. Damn me and my stupid, inappropriate humor.

"Edward," I hissed, poking him. He shrank away from me, probably not even consciously.

"Edward, I do not have herpes. I was joking. I swear. If you want, you can give me a thorough examination later, and then you can see exactly how much herpes I don't have."

He looked at me, finally. His green eyes were narrowed, but that sex smirk was all ready creeping onto his face.

"You're just in desperate need of a physical, aren't you? Frostbitten nipples, genital herpes…"

I hung my head. "Yes… I haven't been seen in months." The truth in this statement would have been obvious to anyone paying any attention, and much to my delight, he responded like someone who knew how to solve that problem for me. His hand moved slightly on the table, inching towards me, and he whispered his reply as his eyes roamed my chest. "I wouldn't mind seeing you…" And just like that, we were back on the horny track. Fuck yes!

My panties flooded as I hissed in a breath. I looked into his eyes, now dark with lust, and I felt a jolt go through my pussy. I chewed on my lip, wishing desperately that we could be anywhere but in this fucking biology class. I had to force myself not to grin when I looked down to see a pleasant bulge in his pants—we were on the same page.

I wanted to touch it. I wanted to lick it. I wanted to see it. Instead, I looked back up into his eyes, clenching my vaginal muscles. I closed my eyes at the sensation, and he sucked in a shaking breath. Kegels are truly one of the easiest and most discrete ways to get off. Shit. I was getting off on bad porno dialogue. I really really needed to get laid, and soon.

The beach was in just two days. I decided I would make my move then. And then, Edward… wait.

"What's your last name?" I asked lamely. Great. I popped our bubble. Glancing around the room before chancing a glance at his face, I realized it was probably for the best. Couldn't let our hormones get the better of us in this room full of people, now could we?

He looked at me, confusing covering his face. "Cullen."

I nodded. Cullen. Unusual. He tilted his head to the side, his bronze hair falling onto his forehead a little. Disappointment filtered through his voice, but his face showed no other signs of it. "And yours?"

"Swan." I breathed. He was too sexy for words. He nodded in return.

We spent the rest of the period in silence, staring at each other, just as we had the day before.

Endnotes:

Ah, young lust. How delicious. Edward will play Doctor for reviews ;)