O hai,

remember me? I'd be surprised if you do. So basically, my excuses are the same as every other high-school senior that writes FanFics... I had a huge workload -- but it's all done now! Well, for the most part.

I'm so, so, so sorry that it took me... basically forever to update. I'll try not to do it again, but we all know how life is!

I tossed in some scandal in this baby for you all, too. As a reward. I'm posting this without looking it over... so once it's up, I'll go over it and update it as soon as it's all corrected! AKA, don't mind my flubs.

Especially since people have actually continued to read my story while it was MIA -- how they found it, I'll never know -- and I really appreciate that!

I think there were only like... two reviews I never managed to answer and I'm truly sorry about that, too :[

SO, let's get this show on the motherfucking road!

To my 174 Fierce bitches, I salute you!

Disclaimer: So rich, so pretty... Edward's the best piece of ass in this whole damn city. Unfortunately, I don't own anything about Twilight.

BPOV:

I distantly heard someone coughing in another room.

I think there are some Halls in my purse if they need them...

"Edward, we make food on that counter."

Sex-Pot and I broke apart, obviously startled by the voice.

I looked around Edward's head to get a good view of this intruder with the voice of silk...

My jaw hit the floor.

Literally, though. I fucking fell off the counter. Embarrassing? Sure, why not?

There, in the doorway, was Doctor Carlisle Cullen. Charlie had told me about him and how he was one of the top doctors in America – something like he'd made a whole bunch of discoveries and whatnot.

You know, the "important stuff".

Now, don't get me wrong... I wasn't star-struck or anything – even though I could probably sell a used tissue of his on eBay for quite the hefty bit of money – but Doc over there looked like... well, someone I would do very bad things to. His dirty-blonde hair was almost the same length as Jasper's, but that smile that was being sported on his face gave away that he spawned Sex-Pot over here. Looking at this man was like... a bomb going off in my mind. Repeatedly.

And yet, here I am... sprawled out on the floor, flanked by Sex-Pot and Sex-Bomb.

I looked up at him from the floor, "Uh, hi, Dr. Cullen."

He knelt down to my level – and my breathing sped up about tenfold, not that I wasn't drooling over him anyway – and started touching my jaw, "Hello, Bella. I've heard quite a bit about you from Alice already. Sounds like you kids had an eventful night on Friday."

Doc kept prodding away at my jaw, I assume to check if I shattered some important bone. Of course, the second his warm hands touched my skin, all my pain flew out the motherfucking window. He paused and glanced up at Edward.

"My, my, son. I know you always have the girls falling to their knees, but this is ridiculous!" Carlisle laughed.

Weird, I would have assumed Edward got his humour from Carlisle's side of the family, but that shit just wasn't up to par, am I right?

Edward leaned over and playfully slapped Carlisle upside the head, "Dad, that was quite possibly... well, basically that joke makes Alice look funny."

Carlisle slipped his hands under my arms and helped me up to my feet.

Unfortunately, my knees felt like jell-o. I started to wobble but caught myself on the marble counter.

"Don't lie, Edward. I think Bella liked it," he looked over to me for a reaction; however, I was just trying to keep the stupid grin off my face from the mental images of a sexy threesome going down on this very counter, "See? She's still smiling!"

Edward's head jerked toward mine. He raised his eyebrow into a perfect arch and – oh, shit. You know, I really think he has to spend less time with Jasper.

"I doubt that's what she's smiling about, Dad," Edward groaned in frustration, "We're gonna split. I might not be home for dinner."

Before I could even take a parting glance at Sex-Bomb, Sex-Pot dragged me out of the kitchen by my waist. I could, however, hear Carlisle chuckling away in the kitchen – that was until a huge crash of pots interrupted.

Sex-Pot shook his head and laughed, "You know, I sometimes wonder how the clumsy motherfucker was even allowed to step foot in an O.R."

"With those looks, I wouldn't question it for even a second, Edwardo," I sighed.

"Ugh, Bella, that's my dad. Besides, his appearance is dulled to a small glare in comparison to my sparkling good looks."

"Hey, Cullen, no need to preach to the converted."

"Whatever, Swan. Hurry up, by the way – we've got places to go, people to avoid," he hollered over his shoulder as he made his way out the front door.

I followed him down the driveway, checking out Sex-Pot's ass and not bothering to be inconspicuous about it. He opened the passenger door for me and I swaggered past him and over to his door.

"What are you doing?" He asked, gesturing to the door he was holding open, "You think I'm just holding this open for my personal enjoyment or something?"

"No, dipshit, I know what you're doing, but I want to take you somewhere."

"In my car?"

"Either that or the magical unicorn across the road, baby boy."

To my surprise, he actually looked across the road.

"Oh. My. God," I sighed while crawling into the driver's seat and starting the car.

Edward slid into the passenger's seat and immediately adjusted it.

"Fuckin' hell, why couldn't you just tell me the directions? Riding shotgun to a girl is so degrading...," he complained.

"One, because you would have known where I was taking you and that's a surprise. Two, you feel degraded by riding shotgun? Not that I don't love making you guys sandwiches and fulfilling my kitchen and bedroom duties, but I'd say you, buddy, have it easy."

"Since when are you a feminist?"

"Oh, I'm not. Far from, really," I laughed as I fluffed my hair with my free hand and accelerated to... well over the speed limit, "there's nothing I love more than some nice 'that's what she said' and 'bitch, make me a sandwich' jokes."

Thank god he doesn't drive standard. Fuck the whole "oh-but-you-can-go-so-much-faster" crap. When the hell will you ever get the opportunity to go over 200 km/h? Even then, you'd wind up in jail in a split second.

"Where are we going, anyway?" Edward asked, staring out the window – bronze hair a-swayin' in the wind.

"Good things come to those who wait, Edwardo," I chuckled as we turned into our destination.

He looked around for a minute before rubbing his face out of frustration and running his hands through his hair, "You brought me... to school?"

"Oh, calm down. I just need to pick up my car. I know that you would have made some bullshit excuse like 'I'll get Alice to drive it home' or something."

His green eyes flashed with anger for approximately one second before melting into warm emerald pools.

Dang, ain't he just a cutie?

"Actually, I guess this works. I have to grab some stuff... but meet me at this place," he grabbed my hand and began writing an address down, "in about, let's say half an hour. Alright?"

"Righto, Edwardo." I saluted the Sex-Pot – as you should salute anyone of higher sex-appeal than Caleb and Jared Followill, or Jasper, for that matter – and made my way out of the car towards my darling little Audi.

Needless to say, it was fierce. Hotter than Edward's car, hands down. Black, sleek and brand spankin' new. Speedy, too.

I placed my hand gingerly on the door handle before hearing my name being called from across the parking lot. I looked up to notice a blonde head making its way over to me.

"Swan," Jasper hollered, "how the fuck do you get off—,"

"I think you know just as well as me," I said smugly, accompanied with my best sarcastic wink.

"—skipping all our classes?"

I waved my hand in his face, "Hello, did you even hear my hilarious, hilarious joke? It was pure gold."

"I heard it and chose to ignore it, shit-for-brains. Where have you been?" Jasper said through clenched teeth.

Jeez, he was actually legitimately angry.

"Has Alice talked to you today?" I asked, hoping he would take the hint.

"No. I haven't had the chance to talk with her. What-the-fuck-ever, though. She can shove it if she wants to ignore me," he muttered.

"Uh, well, okay... there goes my excuse," I slumped my shoulders, "I was with Cullen."

"With Cullen, or with Cullen?"

"With Cullen. We've just been hanging out. Movie, lame shit."

"Because hanging out normally is really difficult for you, right?" Jasper laughed, his blue eyes turning into happy crescents, "Oh, James has been looking for you like... all day, really. He wants to get in your pants and doesn't care who knows it."

I nodded my head, "I know, I know. I'm not quite sure what to do about that sitch quite yet. He's a pretty hot piece, but he's no Whitlock or Cullen, am I right or am I right?"

I held my hand up for a high-five, but pulled it down once Jasper's arm began to rise to high-five me back, "Aw, I'm so right you don't even need to tell me that I'm right."

Jasper wrapped his arm around my shoulders and we leaned against my car. It actually was a pretty nice day; a little chilly, but nothing I couldn't handle. Unfortunately, the fact that it was only Monday was still painfully obvious and it was like pathetic fallacy when it suddenly started to drizzle.

I turned to Jasper, attempting to cover my head from the rain, "I'm dropping this baby off at home. Are you going to skip the rest of the day?"

He scratched his head for a moment and tapped his foot – causing his wallet chain to bounce around and create these annoying clanging sounds.

"Yeah, I might as well," he said as he walked to the next car over – his own.

I nodded and got in my car, shivering from the dampness and intensified chill. Something was moving in my peripheral vision and it took me a moment to realize it was Jasper doing the international sign for roll-the-window-down.

I rolled it down and heard Jasper's mumbled voice saying something before he backed out and sped off to our house.

I didn't catch what he said, but figured I'd just ask when I got home. I still had twenty minutes to kill before meeting Edward at... an address that seemed to be really quite close to my own house.

Once I pulled into my driveway, I felt my phone vibrate in my purse – Edward was calling.

"What's up, baby boy?" I asked.

"Hey, so you're going to have to give me another... hour or so to finish getting my shit together, okay?" Sex-Pot practically sang into the line.

"Yeah, yeah. Sure, sure."

The line went dead and I got out of my car. I smoothed out my skirt and decided not to even bother with pathetic attempts to prevent myself from getting wet from the rain. Besides, I haven't given Whitlock a wet t-shirt show in a while. The second I opened the door, I noticed Jasper sitting on the winding staircase.

"'Sup?" I joked, popping my 'p'.

"Wow. Just when I thought you couldn't get any more lame, Swan."

I shook out my damp hair and waltzed toward the kitchen for a drink. I decided that since I couldn't drink at Edward's house, I'd make myself some drinks here – besides, he wouldn't have to know. The fruit punch and vodka poured effortlessly into the cup as I internally giggled at how much of a liquor fiend I could be.

"Toss me a shot," Jasper sighed from his post – leaning against the stove.

"Oh, ho! Taking it hard already, Whitlock?" Jasper hardly ever drank his shit straight, unless it was whiskey or rum. Vodka, however, had a tendency to fuck him over a little too rough when he took shots of it.

"Meh, there's nothing better to do, is there?" He said, grabbing the shot.

"I could think of a few things," I mumbled, too low for him to hear.

I perched myself up on the island in the centre of the kitchen and chugged back my vodka. Sure, I'd put a little too much in, but it was always a better buzz that way. Jasper hoisted himself up on the counter beside the stove, across from me, and there we sat.

Just sat.

I noticed that his tie was almost completely undone around his neck, and that his blonde hair was curling out at the ends. His nose was really the perfect shape and same with his jaw-line – strong, but relatively narrow. All in all, he was looking pretty gorgeous. He also had emptied a solid half of a mickey of the vodka within... what, fifteen minutes?

By the vacant look in his eyes, I could tell Fierce Bitch #1 had caught an early train ride to Wasteland.

Sure, I was almost on the verge of drunk... but Blondie was tanked.

"Bella?" He whispered.

"What?"

Jasper jumped off his counter and made his way over to me.

Oh. No.

Dang.

Did I want it?

Did he want it?

... Who am I kidding? Of course I want it! Look at the boy – drunk and sexy as fuck.

Jasper nudged his way between my knees and grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me in for a rough and fiery and... well, fucking hot as hell kiss.

It was funny how it contrasted Edward's gentle kisses earlier on in the day, actually.

Jasper's hands worked their way up my shirt expertly – after all, it was familiar territory for the boy. He ripped off my blouse and tossed it over his shoulder.

Remind me to buy a new one of those.

I could feel him swaying a slight bit from the alcohol but that didn't stop him from lifting me off the counter and dragging me up to his room. He tossed me on the bed and climbed on top of me, nudging my knees apart.

I had to admit, it felt abso-fucking-lutely amazing. Like... a warm blanket. Something so familiar it just felt so great. Also, in all seriousness, I was horny as fuck. I'd been sexually deprived for... too long.

And I forgot how big Jasper was. Huge turn-on, if you get my pun.

I couldn't help but moan as he moved his mouth from my lips to all the right spots on my neck, while grinding his hard-on against me. All the sensations were leaving me panting like a dog and acting like one, too. I ripped off his shirt without a care for its well-being and feverishly worked Jasper's pant button open and tore those off of him as well.

I suppose due to our amount of... practice, he was able to keep his mouth planted on mine as we tore off each other's clothing. I flipped us over so I was straddling Jasper's pelvis and grinding against his erection. I planted a few more tongue-twisting kisses on him before working my way down his muscular chest.

His pecs always were my favourite.

I slipped my fingers under his boxers and made short work of those as well, leaving Jasper in all his glory. He reached over and unhooked my bra quickly before tossing it to the side and placing his hands behind his head. His eyes closed dreamily, clearly knowing what to expect.

This was routine, after all.

... But this was a different place now. Routine was so... routine. Head was only entertaining for so long, right?

I laughed silently as I stared at Jasper's calm, yet excited face. He was eagerly expecting my lips around his cock.

However, I crawled up a little more and lowered myself onto his hard-on, earning a gasp, moan and groan from Jasper. His eyes shot open and he grabbed my hips immediately.

"Ugh, Bella... woah," he groaned.

I slowly started grinding my hips against his, bouncing on his shit. I had forgotten how much I missed sex. Sure, it had only been like... two weeks, but it was enough to drive a girl crazy – especially a girl that is exposed to guys like Jasper, Edward, James and... Doctor Cullen on a daily basis.

Jasper's hips met my every thrust and he eventually rolled us over so he was on top. He reached under my ass and lifted my hips to get a different angle and reach deeper than usual. Our sweaty chests pressed together. The pressure was building up inside my abdomen as he hit that one spot over and over again. Pounding with all his force.

"Bella... f-fuck...," Jasper moaned as he reached to palm my tits.

I could feel myself just... so close to finishing. But, of course, Jasper knew this all too well. He reached between us and began to rub my clit with his thumb.

"Oh, god... Jasper... fuck... so. Close," I moaned in broken fragments as he pounded against me.

He leaned down and kissed me furiously, our tongues fighting for dominance as he moaned into my mouth. The vibrations combined with the sensations from the rest of my body threw me over the edge and I clamped down on his cock. Jasper cursed and threw back his head, moaning, before collapsing on top of me.

We lay panting in the bed for a few minutes before I cared to look over at the clock.

"FUCK!" I screamed as I threw myself out of the bed and scrambled around collecting my clothes.

Jasper shot up instantly, "What?!"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. I have to meet Edward in like... five minutes!"

Jasper's concerned expression grew humourous as he began to laugh uncontrollably, "You're going to hang out with Cullen – probably the most sexed up guy in Forks – after you've been thoroughly fucked? Oh, by the way, that was a fucking fantastic surprise. Usually we just leave it at the head and fingerings when we need to be quick... but really, I think Captain Whitlock missed your pussy."

I rolled my eyes and ran back to my room quickly to grab a new shirt. I decided to keep my skirt on and just match it with a blue sweater. I ran back over to Jasper's room quickly.

"You don't think he'll notice, do you?" I asked.

"What, that you practically reek of 'I just fucked Jasper'? Oh, trust me, he'll notice," Jasper laughed, placing his hands behind his head.

I huffed and bolted down the stairs and out onto the street. The address Sex-Pot had given me was only a few streets away. I decided to run it, to give my sex hair and "glow" a good excuse. I hurled around the corner and down to the end of the given street where there was a smaller house sitting on a huge plot of land.

It had the same address as Edward had left me, so I knocked on the door. I swayed side to side nervously before the door opened.

"Bella! Right on time!" Edward beamed.

"Hey, Edwardo... what is this place?"

"Oh, Carlisle didn't like us having parties at our house since there are so many hallways that we'd always find people the next morning... so, he bought us this."

"Your own party house?"

"Fuckin' right."

"Epic," I said as I made my way inside.

I looked around the house, noticing that it really wasn't small at all. Probably the size of a small mansion. It was completely furnished as well, which caused me to wonder how often they actually used this place.

"You look different...," Edward noted from behind me.

Shit.

"Oh? Well, I kind of changed."

"No, I mean your hair. Looks almost like—,"

"I ran here... I was going to be late... Oh? Is that Rock Band? Fuck yes. Love that game."

I turned on my heel and walked towards the Rock Band set, but Edward's strong hand gripped my wrist and pulled me in the opposite direction.

"Actually, don't you want to see what I've got planned?" He asked, green eyes boring into mine.

God, he was so close to me. Smells. So. Good.

"I.. uh.. yes." Brilliant answer.

He stared at my eyes a moment longer before chuckling a little.

Fuck.

He knew.

He so knew.

Would he care?

I have no idea.

"You drank? I left you alone for an hour and a half and you managed to get yourself hammered?"

I mentally wiped my forehead and actually rubbed my neck, "Psh, not drunk. I'm slightly tipsy, maybe... but not drunk."

Sex-Pot laughed his musical laugh and pulled me off in the direction of the basement. Which took two flights of stairs to make it to.

Who actually has a level of rooms between their basement and main floor? Apparently the Cullen's.

He pulled me down the hall to a painted door.

"The Devil's Den? What's this?" I laughed. The paint looked like it had been done by Alice.

"Open it and see for yourself." Edward's hand trailed from my hand, up my arm and down my back. I shivered and turned the door-knob to reveal a room with a couch at the far end, a fridge and a small door beside the couch.

"A lounge?" I asked. What the fuck was so special about a lounge that it deserved a name?

"Tut, tut! Not just any lounge, sugar... this, Bella, is where we Cullen Sphere come to do all of our reefer-smoking, and I went and bought us some of the finest shit I could find. Just for you."

It's funny how we were discussing how were about to get fucked out of our minds on weed... and I found it romantic.

"Really!? Oh, yes! I haven't smoked all day."

Sex-Pot mussed his hair and made his way over to the couch, "Yeah, but Emmett and the rest of them found out we were going to be smoking... so they're coming too. So, uh... we need to set some rules up about James."

I could feel my brow furrow in confusion, "Uh... okay, why?"

"Well, I just mean that he can't know that we were together all day, as I've told you before. Just wanted to make sure you could remember that – you know, in case it didn't make it through your thick skull the first time," He said, knocking his fist lightly on my head.

For a moment, I actually thought that my head was hollow. For while Edward pretended to knock on my head, someone knocked on the small door a few times. Within seconds, Emmett, Alice, Rosalie, James and Jasper came filing through the door.

Jasper came and plopped down beside me, lazily tossing his arm over my shoulder. The rest created a circle by sitting in front of the couch.

I could see James glaring at Jasper out of my peripheral vision, and... well, I just felt a little awkward for once. Not self-conscious... more like I had way too many hot, fierce pieces of ass to handle.

Jasper leaned in to whisper in my ear, "I have to admit, I kind of miss fucking you senseless every once in a while."

I looked around nervously to ensure that no one heard so much to give away what I did before arriving. However, Alice's eyes were trained on Jasper in... anger?

I could tell that Alice was about to say something that could possibly be dangerous territory; luckily, Emmett cut her off.

"Spark it, Eddy."

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