"Stay away, Bella, you're no good for me," Edward warned.

"Oh come on, Edward, just one kiss? What harm is there in one innocent kiss?" Bella pouted, emphasizing her disappointment by jutting out her lower lip.

"Nice try, Bella, but your pouting won't work. I'm absolutely set on this," Edward stated firmly, widening his stance and crossing his arms for emphasis.

Bella narrowed her eyes at his sudden display of bravado. She was obviously going to have to pull out the heavy ammo.

Biting her lower lip and peeking up at Edward through her lashes, Bella asked softly, "You don't want me anymore?" Thinking of the ending of the movie Titanic, she managed to produce a few tears for extra effect.

Edward suspected that she was up to no good, but dammit, the sight of her standing before him, all teary-eyed and vulnerable was wearing down his resistance.

"Bella, how can you even think that?" he shouted. "It has nothing to do with me not wanting you! Don't you remember that we agreed to stay apart until the Science Fair was over? We're on competing teams; you're sort of like... like the enemy! I don't want to screw up and accidentally let out any information about my team's project!"

"The enemy? Is that how you see me?" Bella asked dejectedly, stalking toward Edward and forcing him to back up.

"N-n-no, of course not, I was just trying to…" Edward fumbled, clearly on the defensive.

Bella moved closer to her prey, trapping him against the cold wall of lockers. Licking her lips, she placed her hands on his shoulders and slowly dragged them down his chest, stopping only when she reached the top of his jeans.

"Trying to what, Edward?" she purred.

Edward's eyes glazed over as her fingers traced along the top of his jeans, occasionally dipping below the waistband and fingering the hair below his navel.

Closing the gap between them, Bella leaned in and pressed her mouth against Edward's jugular vein, sucking lightly and causing him to slam his head back on the hard steel of his locker door. The force must have jarred something in his brain, because when he looked down at Bella and saw the smug look on her face, he abruptly came to his senses.

"Nice try, Bella," he said, extricating her lips from his neck and pushing her away, severing contact and effectively ending her assault.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. Geez, I was just trying to show my boyfriend a little affection," she huffed. Tossing her hair back, she turned to her locker, spinning the combination lock angrily and mentally berating herself for failing in her seductive attempt to secure any information on his team's project.

Edward saw his chance and just like that, the prey became the predator. Slinking up behind Bella, he lightly pressed his body into hers, feeling her shudder as he leaned in and placed his lips right next to her ear.

"I'm sorry, baby, are you mad at me?" he whispered, nuzzling her neck and tracing the shell of her ear with his tongue. He knew that particular spot was her Achilles heel and he needed to pull out all the stops.

Bella let out a small moan, gripping her locker door to steady herself. All coherent thought flew out the window as Edward's arms circled her waist, his hands slipping under the hem of her shirt to caress the soft skin of her stomach. Her body switched to autopilot and she leaned back into him, relishing his warm, hard body.

Sensing that the tables had turned, Edward went in for the kill. He placed a trail of hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses along her shoulder and up her neck, pausing to suck on her earlobe. When he felt Bella buckle underneath him, he whispered in her ear, "See you at the Science Fair, Bella."

He released her and backed up, leaving Bella panting and clutching at her locker. A satisfied smirk spread across his lips as he walked away, high on the knowledge that he had regained the upper hand. Nobody seduces secrets out of Edward Cullen—not even Bella Swan.

As soon as Bella had regained her composure, she immediately started plotting her revenge. Despite the fact that she was quite wet at the moment, nobody leaves Bella Swan high and dry—least of all, Edward Cullen.

"See you at the Science Fair, Cullen," she muttered to herself, gathering her books and heading off to History class.

"Game on."