Disclaimer: Twilight is SM's. If it was mine, I wouldn't be so broke!
Several people wanted an EPOV, so here it is! I can't give him all away, so there will probably still be some questions, but you can see how he thought. All will be revealed in due time.
Alright, read on...
Chapter 5- In the Eyes of Edward
EPOV
One week later...
"What the hell are you playing at?"
I opened an eye and peeked up at the intruder, sighing when I saw his face filled with disapproval. Fucking cousins and thinking they had a right to get all into your business.
"What are you talking about, Jasper?" I asked wearily, sitting up and letting the two front legs of my chair hit the floor. Fuck, I came out to this building to get away from school and nosy cousins, not see them.
I watched as he grabbed a chair and pulled it across from me. He straddled it without asking before staring at me with those blue eyes of his that saw more of me than I fucking wanted them to.
"Of course I don't mind you fucking coming in my building and disturbing my peace. Thanks for fucking asking," I quipped.
"Don't try and change the subject. And you know what I'm talking about, Ed."
"Don't call me that," I snapped automatically, but he just sat back and crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow and waiting for me to speak. I looked away, sighing. He knew I hated when he did that shit. I knew he'd say something about this eventually.
Jasper was my cousin on my mom's side. He was a tall motherfucker, taller than me but skinnier, with shaggy blonde hair that he really needed to cut and ice blue eyes. He was usually all quiet and moody and he had a southern accent from living in Texas- chicks ate that shit up- but he was a cool guy when he got to know you.
"Well? Wanna tell me what the hell you're doing suddenly spending so much time with Isabella Swan?" he said when I didn't answer.
"Look, man, it's just for fun, alright?" I said defensively.
His eyes widened and he snorted in disbelief. "Hanging around the Ice Princess is fun? So what, you decided you wanted to be friends one day? I ain't buying it. What's really going on?"
I sighed, running my hands through my hair again, and closed my eyes. I didn't want to fucking think about it, but I did, my mind going back to the day I met her.
I was so fucking angry that day. My dad had called to see me, making me have to get out of bed early to go over to his house. I hated going to that fucking house; it was a huge ass mansion and everyone in there were stuffy and fake, and they all looked down on me. I didn't give a shit what other people thought about me, but that didn't mean I wanted to stay around those pretentious bastards. I already knew what he wanted to talk about, and I was right.
He'd tried to send me out to some special private academy in Switzerland, again. He'd started doing that shit as soon as I turned sixteen, talking about how great of an opportunity it was. It made me laugh; I barely gave a fuck about this school, so why the hell would he think I'd wanna go all the way across the fucking country? We'd argued about it again, but I wasn't going anywhere. I knew what the hell he was trying to do. He didn't want me around; I made him feel too fucking guilty. Hell, I didn't want to see the bastard either, but if my existence reminded him of his mistakes, I wasn't going anywhere. He deserved to feel guilty.
By the time I got out of there, I was in a fucking bad mood. Even the sight of my baby, a fire-engine red 1957 Shelby Mustang, didn't do anything for me. I tried to smoke a cigarette to calm my nerves, but that shit didn't work either. I thought about skipping school, maybe calling up some girl to suck me off so I could release some tension, but I couldn't skip. We had some important test in math class, and I couldn't miss it or I would flunk. I didn't really care about school, but I wasn't about to flunk either. That would just prove my dad and everyone else right, and I was all about proving bastards wrong. I did enough to get by, and that was fine with me.
I was late to school and even more pissed because I knew the teacher would have something to say about it. She wouldn't do anything about it because she knew better by now, but I didn't feel like hearing her run her mouth. I was trying to hurry to class and turned around the corner before someone ran into me and fell onto the floor, dropping all of their stuff. When she looked up at me, I couldn't help but get angrier.
I knew who she was; the whole school did. Fucking Isabella Swan, the school princess. Teachers thought the sun shined out of her ass; you heard about her all the time. Isabella Swan made this grade, Isabella Swan won this award, Isabella Swan did this. Isabella Swan, Isabella Swan, Isabella Swan, all fucking day. You'd think she fucking cured cancer or some shit. She walked around the school like she was the shit. She didn't talk to anybody and did everything all perfect. I couldn't stand people like her. She probably never had a hard day in her life. Fucking stuck-up pretentious bitch. She was just like my dad and all those fuckers I grew up with.
She sat there staring up at me like she'd never fucking seen a person before. I could feel her looking at my earrings and my clothes and couldn't help my scowl. I hated people staring at me; I stayed alone and I preferred it that way. I glared at her and spouted some shit about her watching where she was going, and laughed inside when she fucking jumped like she was scared or something. She probably was, but I didn't give a shit. The thought made me satisfied, but not enough to smile. I walked around her and didn't give her a second thought.
I was in third period when I realized it was missing. I fucking panicked, checking my pockets, but it wasn't there. Fuck. I ran out of class without saying anything to the teacher, not giving a damn if he was mad or not. I needed to find it. I ran out to my car and searched the entire thing, and even walked back everywhere I'd been that morning, but it was gone. Fuck. I needed it. It was my mom's ring, one of the last things I had that was hers, and I needed that shit. I knew I had it because I took it off my necklace and put it in my pocket to take it to get cleaned. I was panicking, wondering where it could have gone, and then I realized the only one who could have had it: Isabella Swan.
I fucking stormed into the lunchroom. I hated even having to talk to her, and I hated thinking she knew shit about me. I stayed by myself for a reason, and I sure as hell didn't want her asking questions. When she said she didn't have it, I snapped. I could have killed her, and I was so fucking close to losing my temper. She didn't help with that big-ass mouth of hers; I don't know who she thought she was. No one talks back to Edward Cullen. Ever. I made sure she understood that shit, and when she finally shut up and started groveling, I knew she did. Damn right she knew. It felt kind of good to have her begging and saying she'd do anything.
I don't know where the fuck the idea of her being my slave came from. I just thought little miss perfect could do with some hardships in her life. Everything doesn't come easy, and anyway I was so fucking pissed that the idea of having someone to let it all out on sounded really fucking good, especially if it was Isabella Swan. I would deal with the ring later; now, it was time for me to have some fucking fun for once.
"How'd you get all your classes changed?" Jasper asked.
I smirked, rolling my eyes. "You know the secretary wants all up on my dick. All I had to do was whisper a few words and she was mine."
Jasper shook his head; he could get any girl or woman he wanted and liked pussy just as much as I did, but he didn't sleep around or even really flirt unless he liked a girl. I didn't understand that shit, but it was his choice and I respected that.
"So, wait, you think she stole your mom's ring," he said after a minute, all traces of joking gone now. He knew this shit was serious.
"Fuck. I don't know. She says she lost it. Fucking lost it. She said she didn't know what it was, that she didn't know who I was. I don't even... Shit!" I said, running my hands through my hair and getting angry just thinking about it. The one fucking thing I couldn't afford to lose, and she fucking lost it. If anyone found it and linked it to me, I'd be in some deep shit. I couldn't afford it now, when I was so fucking close.
"Holy shit, Edward." Jasper sat back, rubbing his hands over his face.
"I know!" I snapped. It was quiet while we both thought. I looked around at my building while we did; I had chanced upon it when I was in the back of the school getting a blow job one day. I needed somewhere where I wouldn't get caught and had found it. It was fucking perfect, a small square building off campus. I'd brought a couch, a desk, and some chairs in, and used it to skip school when I didn't feel like being in class but had to stay on campus because of my fucking dad.
"Sorry, man," Jasper said, and I looked at his face and saw the one thing I didn't want to see. Pity. I shook my head and looked away with a scowl. I hated that look. There was nothing to say; I couldn't do anything about it now. The ring was gone, and anyone could have it. It made me angry just thinking about it. Fuck, this set me back so far. I'd been so close...
"So what is she like, paying you back now?" he asked curiously.
I shrugged, sitting back in my chair. "Yea."
"That ring probably cost more than her car," he said, still eyeing me. I shifted in my seat. I hated when he looked at me like that, all knowing and shit. He did a lot of shit I hated. If I didn't care about the motherfucker so much I would have kicked his ass a long time ago. As it was, he was the only person I could really trust, and I wouldn't do anything to fuck that up.
"I know. She's paying me back in favors, not money."
"Favors?! You're tapping that?" he asked incredulously.
"Hell no!" I snapped, sitting up in my chair and scowling. I mean, yea, she was pretty enough I guess, if you liked that whole smart innocent girl next door demure shit, all shy big brown eyes and soft voice and long hair. I sure as hell didn't. I liked my women fiery, sexy, and experienced. She wasn't my type, and the fact that she was Isabella Swan would have been a turnoff even if she had been the sexiest woman on earth. Plus, she fucking lost my mom's ring. That shit killed any chance of a boner.
He eyed me for a second before he leaned back, shrugging. After a moment, a smile came onto his face and I smirked, knowing he was about to say something perverted as fuck. Sure enough, it came.
"You gotta admit, she's got a nice ass though. Round enough to bite. Like an apple."
I laughed and shook my head, standing up when I heard the bell. I punched him on the arm as we walked back to the school building.
"You're such a fucking pervert," I said, still laughing.
He shrugged unashamedly, grinning. "You love me anyway."
I shook my head, smirking. "Sorry, man. The only things I love are my car and pussy. Take your dick and try to stick it somewhere else."
"Fuck you," he said good-naturedly as we walked into the school building. Some skinny geek walked by and gaped at us coming in the building, and I sneered at him immediately. His face turned white and he turned and pretty much fucking ran away. I laughed; that shit was funny and it felt good to have some control over something.
"Hey man, I'll catch you later. I can't be late to class or mom'll go apeshit, and you know how that is," Jasper said with a roll of his eyes.
I just laughed smugly; I didn't have to worry about that kind of shit. He lifted his chin to say bye and I did the same before I walked to class, my mind already on what I was going to get Isabella Swan to do for me. People parted like the red sea when I walked by and didn't even look at me, just like I wanted it. I smirked and put my hands in my pocket as I walked, making sure they could see that I owned this school and didn't give a damn about what they thought.
I felt a smirk come on my face when I saw Isabella; she was at her locker, stretching up to grab something. At that moment, Jasper's words came back to me, and I found myself looking at her ass. Her skirt rode up to the top of her thighs when she stretched, draping across her ass. It was nice...high, round, and tight, and it would overflow in my hands a little if I grabbed on it. Nice enough to bite. I felt my dick stirring in my pants and stopped short.
What the hell? Fucking Jasper.
I looked away, frowning and barely noticing the students in my line of vision turn and walk away. If I was getting hard from looking at her, something was wrong, no matter how nice her ass was. It had been too long since I got laid, that was all. Maybe I'd follow up on my promises to the secretary after all.
Back on balance, I turned back to her and walked up behind her slowly, making sure my eyes didn't drop again as I dropped my backpack on the ground. She turned around at the sound and looked at me, her eyes flashing but not saying a word. She knew better than that by now.
This was too fun. Payback is a bitch. I smirked as I leaned forward, making sure my voice was nice and smooth.
"Hey, Princess. Looks like I dropped my backpack..."
So, how do you like Edward's POV? Should I have more of them in the story? I aim to please. This will mainly be told from Bella's POV, but I can include more of his in the outline if it's wanted.
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