To my 15 Fierce Bitches (so far), I salute you. Oh, and Meg -- you inspired me to use the word "stellar".
There's quite a bit happening in this chapter, and I actually intended it to be quite a bit longer than it is... however, I realized it was just too cluttered and decided to cut it off and make the rest part of the next chapter.
I promise I'll be writing longer chapters from now on... but this one's mainly a filler/the beginnings of drama. So, it was necessary.
Disclaimer: Now click your heels together three times and say, "I wish I owned Twilight, I wish I owned Twilight, I wish I owned Twilight."
BPOV:
I blinked a few times. Actually, blinking seemed to be the only thing I could do.
Jasper looked over to me, Edward's hand still on his shoulder. He smirked.
Oh. That bastard. He knew I already wanted to set up habitat in Edward's pants.
Visual orgasms are few and far between, but when they happen… shit, my eyes get sensitive. Especially after being exposed to hookers, road-kill and pre-pubescent boys since Jasper and I moved here, my poor eyes definitely weren't expecting sex-on-legs to waltz on in here.
I shut my peepers and tried to hum some Bowie to distract myself, but I just couldn't help listening to the conversation between my Fierce Bitch #1 and my soon-to-be Fierce Bitch #2.
"Thanks, Cullen. I'll get a better sleep tonight knowing you've upgraded to the big-boy stores," Jasper snorted.
Edward took his hand off of Jasper's shoulder and dragged him up by his arm so they were face to face. Jasper was taller by about an inch… but again, my eyes could hardly handle the sight of such hotness standing so close to each other.
Their eyes were narrowed and their chests seemed to puff out a bit.
Woah, hold me down.
My mind says "no, no", but my body says "yes, yes". Actually, who am I kidding, my mind was busy wondering which one of their clothes to tear off first.
"Look, Whitlock," Edward threatened, "just because you're some new novelty at this school doesn't mean you can go around acting like you're the shit. I bet you're a cool guy—,"
"Jasper is the fucking bomb," added Emmett.
"… Thanks, Emmett. Anyway, I bet you're a cool guy and everything, but don't mess with me, alright? We can run this bitch together or I can run it alone. Can you figure out what the constant in those situations is? I'll give you a hint. It's me."
Everyone turned to stare at me. It was only then that I realized I was practically doubled over in laughter.
"Oh, please don't stop your bitch fight for lil' ol' me. Continue," I smirked.
"Bella, shut the fuck up," Jasper sneered, "got it? Good." He turned back to Edward.
"As I was going to say before Miss. High-As-Fuck over there cracked up, I agree with you. I can't walk in here and claim your shit – not that I was intending to. So, we may as well call a truce and just blend some Forks attitude with Phoenix's. This town won't even know what hit them," Jasper smiled smugly.
My eyes flickered over to Edward, only to find him staring at me. No, sorry. Not staring. Fucking hypnotizing me. His eyes were dark green – emerald, actually – and intense. Mmm, and his hair. Weird colour, but he worked it.
"Yeah," he said without looking away, "it'll be good to have a new wingman."
"Oh, yay!" Alice squealed, "I sense the beginning of a bromance."
Alice pulled Jasper back down to the table and began gushing with him, Rosalie and Emmett about Mike's party.
I felt something squeeze my waist and looked down to see James pulling me closer.
At this point, my mind was just reeling. Not only from the weed, either. The extreme proximity of Emmett, Jasper, James and Edward – the four hottest bitches in Forks – was overwhelming.
James leaned into me and whispered in my ear, "You're vibrating, Bella."
What the fuck? Vibrating? Oh. OH! My phone. Right.
I shot up out of my seat quickly mumbling that I would be right back.
The main entrance doors flew open as I ran out to take the call. Horrible timing.
It was Charlie. Go figure. He was letting me know that there was a party at the "house down the street" on Friday. In my seventeen years, I never would have thought that my father would be in the loop. I told him I already knew about it, though, and that we'd talk later.
I slid my phone shut and looked around. There was a little nook of benches right outside the doors that I decided to relax in for a moment before going back inside.
I pulled out my lighter and patted down my shirt pocket.
Shit. I couldn't find my cigarettes.
I looked around me and tried rifling through my purse for them… but to no avail.
Suddenly, a hand flew into my vision and I immediately jumped back.
"Jesus! What the fuck!?" I screamed, disoriented and looking for the offender.
"Calm down, Swan. I was just tossing you a stick."
Ah, that voice. It will haunt my dreams and every moment that I'm alone. I could practically feel the sexual frustration building up now that I wouldn't have Jasper to assist me. Alice appeared to be a fierce girl, though—
"Bella," Edward repeated, "do you want a cigarette or not?"
"No need to get snippy, Cullen. I was momentarily distracted. Calm down," I said as I snatched the cancer stick out of his hand.
I was about to flick my lighter but Sex-Pot beat me to the punch and lit it for me. I felt the familiar burn and rush of nicotine as I melted into the bench.
"I guess we didn't get a proper introduction," Edward paused for a moment, choosing his words, "actually, whatever. We'll skip that. I've heard about you, and you've heard about me."
"Are you going to rant at me like you did to Jasper in there?" I asked, "because if so, I may need to just get all my laughs out right now. I'm warning you; I can't take you seriously when you're being oh-so threatening. "
He cocked his head to the side and ran a hand through his hair. Big hand. You know what they say, right?
"Yeah, you killed my buzz in there." Edward seemed a little pissed at me. Good, he's even hotter when he's angry.
"Am I supposed to take an alpha-male conversation seriously? I mean, for fuck's sake, let's be honest here. I doubt anybody who could hear your confrontation – with the fierceness that is my best friend –was actually quivering in their boots. I know I wasn't." I tossed my hair behind my shoulder to emphasize my point.
Edward lit his own cigarette and blew the smoke into the wind.
"No, you weren't. You were too busy laughing away and getting hit on by James while doing so," he mused.
"Actually, I was busy logging away the image of you two so riled up. Believe me; I'll be using it later." I took a very long drag.
Edward laughed his husky laugh, "You're pretty fucking refreshing, Swan. We haven't had a hot chick like you around here for a while. Sure, there's Rosalie… but she's Emmett's property. Not even the 'alpha-male' can touch her."
"And your sister is about to become Jasper's property." I'll probably regret that once I get home… oh well.
"About fucking time. She needs a good lay. Alice has been as uptight as a Ziploc bag lately. No one needs to be around a sexually frustrated raccoon," he said seriously.
I heard the warning bell ring while he was speaking; however, he didn't. Of course, being me, I decided to start playing with the sexy, sexy boy.
He was about to say something else until I grabbed his thigh, squeezed it a little and used it as leverage to push myself off the bench.
"Class is starting, baby boy. I've gotta peace," I shouted over my shoulder as I walked off to my last class.
I walked back through the cafeteria to find Jasper so we could head to class, but was met with Rosalie's waiting smile instead. She was perched on Emmett's lap like the Cheshire cat.
"He's not here, Bells," she chimed, "he told me to tell you he switched into Alice's Chemistry class, instead."
My vision turned crimson.
"That little fuck," I screamed, "I don't know anyone else in the class!"
"Well, you have to admit that they'd be pretty cute together," Rosalie added.
"Fuck yeah; he's wheeling her hard, too. Whitlock's got more wheels than an 18-wheeler truck," Emmett laughed, "go, brother, go!"
"Wheeling is like… pursuing? Chasing, I guess. I figure you guys don't use that in Phoenix," Rosalie explained with an apologetic smile.
I nodded. They were both right. Jasper and Alice would be cute together. He did only deserve the best.
I said my goodbyes and promised to see them both tomorrow and for pre-drinks on Friday. I stalked off to class. Alone and unhappy.
Embarrassingly enough, I was the first person to walk into Chemistry. I know, I'm a keener.
The classroom was divided into two sections. The front half of the room was made up of desks that were so tall they reached boob-height when I sat down. The back half of the room had the lab tables and glass cupboards filled with substances.
Of course, I chose to sit at the back of the desk area so that the teacher wouldn't disrupt me too often. I pulled out my iPod.
Ah, CCR. You sure know how to make a girl feel stellar.
I flipped through my textbook while singing away quietly.
"Some folks inherit star spangled eyes; ooh, they send you down to war, Lord. And when you ask them, 'how much should we give?' Ooh, they only answer 'More! More! Mo—'"
What the fuck?
My headphone had been ripped from my ear and I turned to the desk on my right to castrate the culprit.
James.
He was singing along to the song, as well.
"Shit, Bella. I can't say I know a girl that's into Creedence," he beamed, "fucking amazing shit, right?"
Suddenly, my remaining headphone was pulled out which caused the one James had to fly out, too. I turned to my left, ready to tear the other person a new asshole.
Edward.
"I agree. You're probably the only chick that listens to good music." He was scrolling through my iPod. Whatever, I was proud of my music collection. Let him educate himself.
"Fuck, you've got to be kidding me," he mumbled, clicking the wheel. He passed me an earbud.
For What It's Worth by Buffalo Springfield started playing. I leaned back in my chair.
"I love this song. So much," I sighed.
"Me, too. It's one of my favourites," Edward began, "honestly, I'm kind of surprised you've even heard of it." He ran his hand through his messy, bronze hair and flashed his emeralds in my direction.
"I guess her and Jasper have the same taste. It's epic," James added, "they like the same music as us."
Paranoia strikes deep; into your life it will creep. It starts when you're always afraid. Step out of line, the man come and take you away.
I grabbed the headphones and shoved them into my purse along with my iPod. I pushed my chair back a bit so I could look at the two pieces of meat I had flanking my sides.
It was then that the world stopped.
Simultaneously, Edward and James flashed me the most dazzling crooked smiles I had ever seen. My jaw was so far into the ground that we could have crawled through to China.
"Woah. Kay, it's cool to show off the fact you guys are like cum-masters, but making a girl moan in Chemistry class isn't the best place," I groaned, shutting my post-visual orgasm eyes.
I heard them chuckle darkly before the teacher, Ms. MacPhee, started droning on and on about stoichiometry.
JPOV:
I walked into the parking lot after school to see Bella already waiting by the Charger. I have to admit, the first day went pretty a-fucking-okay. I've become the co-King of the town, become thisclose to scoring my dream girl and have already landed the drugs and booze I need for two days from now.
Life... was going pretty well, to say the least.
"What's up, shithead?" Bella loved it when I used such charming nicknames.
"Normally I would yell at you for ditching me in Chemistry, but you've left me surrounded by James and Edward. Therefore, I can't complain," she grinned.
She flicked her dark curls over her shoulder and gestured to the car handle.
"Well? What the fuck are you waiting for, Whitlock?"
Oh, ho, ho! She's running on a short fuse right now. Sexual frustration, no doubt. I know how she feels.
I opened the door for her and hopped in my side. It was silent for the entire ride home, but one of those silences where you break out in laughter after a while.
We managed to pull into the driveway before I turned to Bella, pointing and laughing.
"You almost came at the sight of Edward. That shit was just too funny."
"Yeah? Well I told Edward your intentions of bedding his sister." With that, she opened the door herself and walked into the house.
I smirked and followed her in.
There was a message on the answering machine from Charlie informing us that he had warned everyone in the station not to break up Mike's party on Friday.
Man, sometimes I wish this guy was my actual father so I could take credit for how fucking awesome he can be.
Over dinner, we got Charlie's permission to host the pre-drink at our place since it was walking (well, stumbling) distance from Mike's. I had Bella call the rest of the Cullen clan to let them know of this new development. See, I would have called… but in all seriousness, it's the woman's job.
During my man-time in the shower, Alice starred in every fantasy I could think of. Librarian, student, nurse, police officer, lion-tamer… you name it, I jacked off to it. My dick's basically raw.
I'm not sure if there will be anything left of Little Whitlock by the time Friday rolls around and we're at the party. That's when I'll make my move on Alice.
BPOV:
Two days came and went like nobody's business. It was either the fact that our new group of friends was made of the fiercest, bad-ass motherfuckers around, or the fact that we were all so excited for Mike's jam.
Well, those are two options.
The other is that I've been playing games with James and Edward… and I'm just having a grand ol' time.
James and I spend every free period together talking, flirting, touching and smoking, while I spend my lunches focusing on Sex-Pot. Then, when Chemistry rolls around, I flirt with them equally to watch them squirm for attention.
Now, these men, you see, are different from the average cum-masters. Usually, a hot guy who wants someone will do anything and everything to get her. However, Edward and James are both too proud to back down and let one take the prize.
James probably feels that the alpha-male doesn't need to get the meat every time, while Edward feels that he should.
It's the circle of life, Simba.
I can see them silently having conversations with their eyes and their dark laughter gives them away even more.
Of course, by tonight, they'll be in for a treat.
Meh.
I promise the next chapter is better -- stick it out, bbdawlz. The next one's the pre-drink (fierce) and the party (fiercer).
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