"God, you are such an asshole! The asshole of all assholes, really," I ranted, throwing my hands up in the air as I walked through the lab, away from him. "Oh, I'm Edward, I'm Aro's favourite! I don't need to clean! I'm way above working in the clean lab, because I do densities and drive a big, douche-bag-esque truck!"

I was actually jealous that he got to drive the big, douche-bag-esque truck, but I'd never tell him that.

"You have it so easy, and you don't even know it," I finished.

I spun around, not at all surprised to see that he was following me with his usual smirk.

"Despite what you think, Edward, you are, in fact, not better than me. People love me at this lab, and I'm pretty sure I could fuck any of the guys from ASL, so you can fuckin' suck it."

He arched an eyebrow, as if to ask if I was finally finished. All I did was cross my arms and raise my chin, as if it say "bring it, asshole."

He just smirked again before wrapping one of his hands around the back of my head and pulling it towards his, pressing his lips to mine.

I pushed away quickly. "That wasn't an invitation to kiss me, asshole." My eyes were still closed, my right hand clenching and unclenching on his chest.

"But you still liked it," he pointed out.

"God, you really are an asshole," I breathed, stepping away from him. "I gotta go. My ASL boys are waiting."

"Mind if I come?"

I looked at him with an arched eyebrow. "You kidding me? I guess so. You can make up for not carrying my buckets of concrete. Asshole."

He chuckled and followed me out of the back door to the truck I signed out.

"So, where are we going, anyway?" Edward asked as he did up his seat belt and set his hard hat on the floor beside mine.

"Stonebridge," I replied, backing out of my parking spot. "Near the place where Emmett does all of his densities." I smirked my own evil smile. "Me and Emmett are pretty tight now. He even has the audacity to carry my concrete for me. He's just...great."

Edward just chuckled at my attempts to make him squirm. "I know for a fact that Emmett doesn't carry your concrete."

"And where would you get that idea from?" I replied smoothly.

"Well, for one, he doesn't know your name," Edward began. "Also, Emmett is the laziest mother fucker I've ever met in my entire life."

"He doesn't know my name?" I asked, shock coating my tone. "We've been working together for two months!"

"Emmett's a pretty self-centered guy," Edward offered with a sympathetic smile. "I, on the other hand, am completely selfless. It gives me great pleasure to, uh, help others."

I snorted at his lame innuendos. "Really? That's the best you got, hot shot? My six-year-old niece could do better than that."

He just shook his head with a smile. "Like you could do any better."

"Au contraire! Concrete is not only dirty in the literal sense, but it also brings dirty possibilities to the mind.

"Like what?" Edward asked.

"Let's just say you'll be regretting your decision to come with me this afternoon," I murmured with a grin.

When we got to the site, I followed the almost-roads to where they were laying the sidewalk. I almost picked a spot close to where the concrete truck would pull up, but decided against it, instead parking as far away as I could without being obvious.

I grabbed my clipboard and wrote down all the information I already knew before looking at Edward.

"Ready, hot shot?" I asked.

He nodded.

I gathered my hair up into a messy bun that would fit under my hard hat. Then I put my safety glasses and hard hat on.

"Showtime," I said with a grin.

I grabbed a pair of nitrile gloves from the pockets of my coveralls and pulled them on as I walked towards the crew that I was now familiar with.

"Hey, guys," I greeted with a smile.

"Hey, Bella! How're you this afternoon?" one of the guys, Tyler, asked.

"Oh, I'm pretty good, how about you?" I replied.

"Good, good."

Most of the guys on this particular crew were young, able, and good looking. I didn't mind spending time with them at all. Sure, some of them came on a little strong, but I knew that no one would ever actually cross that line – unless I asked them to, which I was tempted to do, especially in Tyler's case. He was a very, very hot man, with his dark chocolate skin and brown eyes. He reminded me of Chris Brown almost, except without the violent outbursts, I hoped.

"This is Edward, he's my bitch for the day," I told them while looking at Edward, who just shook his head and rolled his eyes while smiling.

"Good," replied Garrett, the extremely cute chute guy. We always flirted with each other. "I hate watching you struggle with those pails."

"Hey!" I cried indignantly. "I'm tough as nails! Check these pipes!"

I held my right arm up in the air and flexed. Garrett squeezed my bicep and let out a low whistle.

"That's pretty impressive, Bella," he said with a smirk. "I'll never doubt your strength again."

"Damn right you won't," I replied with a returning smile. "Now, if you'll excuse us, I need to school Edward here in having a tidy concrete testing zone."

Garrett chuckled. "Alright, hard ass. Go easy on the poor guy."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm never easy on any of you, why should I go easy on him?"

"'Cause he looks like he doesn't know the difference between a lightning rod and a tamping rod."

Garrett, Tyler, and I laughed while Edward fumed silently. Good. Asshole.

I turned back towards the truck, holding up my hand and waving at my two ASL guys. Garrett and Tyler both lit their cigarettes and continued talking about concrete.

"Those guys seem like assholes," Edward muttered as we walked back to the truck.

I barked out a laugh. "They seem like assholes? Coming from the lead asshole himself?"

"Takes one to know one," he replied lamely, giving me a weak smile.

"Wow, you sure can dish it, but you cannot take it at all," I told him with a smirk. "Take a pill. They're just kidding around 'cause you're new. Do you think they had any respect for me when I walked on site for the first time? I'm a girl, a small girl. It took me five or so tests before they stopped looking at me and wondering why the fuck I was here instead of a guy." I huffed. "So, don't get pissy when you have to actually gain respect when you're used to it being given to you."

Edward's eyes flickered between mine. "I'm sorry," he said genuinely. "I mean, I knew girls got the shit-end of the stick in this industry, but I'm not really friendly with any of them usually."

I shrugged and smiled, my cheeks warming in slight embarrassment. "It's okay. Not your fault. You don't treat me like a girl, so you're not one of the sexist ones."

He rolled his eyes and laughed. "You're never going to let me live that down, are you? I should've just jumped out of my truck and helped you, I guess."

"Damn right you should've," I replied with a smile.

Definitely continuing this eventually. I've tried writing this storyline ten million different ways. This is kind of mid-story, and I'll probably post random one-shots from the past and the future based off of this. I'll always let you know whether it takes place before or after this original one-shot, which is called "The Asshole That Could."

Thanks! (: