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Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer.
Alice
Vodka and Jasper Whitlock? Yes and yes please.
My best friend and the object of her lust? Check and check.
This is sure to be an interesting evening...
Edward pulls his silver Volvo over onto the shoulder of the road so Jasper can figure out a way to sneak us into his house.
"You should see if your sister will sneak us in, Jazz," Edward suggests.
"Good call, man." Jasper whips out his phone and dials the number. "Maria? It's me...I need a favor...Come on, Maria, we both know that you owe me for that pot I helped you score last week...I need you to help me and a few friends sneak into the house once Mom is asleep...Okay...Deal...Peace out, little sister."
He shuts the phone, and I can see a huge grin light up the darkness of the car. God, he's beautiful.
"Take us to my place, Edward," he says, his grin never wavering.
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Jasper's house is exactly what I pictured it would be. It reminds me of a house on a plantation down South. It even has the wraparound porch complete with wooden rocking chairs to sip mint mojitos in the summer.
Sitting on the stairs of the front porch is a girl who looks only a few years younger than us. She has the same blonde hair as Jasper's, but hers goes past her shoulders. She's wearing sweat pants and an All Time Low t-shirt, and she looks like she just woke up.
Edward parks the car on the side of the street, and the four of us get out. Bella clutches my hand nervously as Edward fishes through his trunk, producing a huuuuge bottle of vodka.
"Hey, Maria," Edward purrs in a seductive voice. Bella grips my hand even tighter and I can hear her breathing a little heavier. "Don't you look cute tonight," Edward coos, toying with a piece of Maria's golden hair.
"Dude. Hands off my baby sister," Jasper hisses.
Chuckling, Edward removes his gaze from poor little Maria and claps Jasper on the back. "Sorry, man, I can't help myself."
Jasper sighs and throws an arm across his sister's shoulders. "Thanks for doing this, sis."
"Yeah, yeah. I'm only doing it because you both get cranky when you don't get laid." She looks at Bella and I, who are still holding hands and sneers. I feel my cheeks start to blaze, so I can only imagine what Bella's must look like.
Maria leads us around the back of the house and opens a hatch door. Through the door are cement steps that lead to a simple, wooden door. Jasper goes down the steps first and opens the wooden door, then motions for the rest of us to follow. Maria stays at the top and watches us all climb down.
Once we're all on the cement stairs, Jasper calls, "Okay, Maria, shut it." Then, quieter, he explains. "It can only be shut from the outside."
"Have fun you guuuuys," Maria sings as she shuts the hatch door, blocking off all moonlight and leaving us in darkness.
I can't see anything.
I feel Bella breaking off my fucking fingers.
I hear someone moving around and breathing.
And then, a light flicks on.
Jasper is standing on the other side of the wooden door, looking triumphant since he was able to locate the light switch.
"Welcome to the classiest place on this side of Forks, ladies," he says, holding his arms out.
Edward snorts and leads us through the door.
Okay, so Jasper was obviously kidding when he said this was the "classiest place", but nothing could have prepared me for this. The floors are all cold, hard cement, with one thin and dirty-looking rug in the middle of the floor. Raunchy posters of girls in bikinis with soap suds all over their surgeon-perfect double D's hang on the white walls. There's an orange and brown couch up against the far wall that looks like it's taken quite the beating-probably too many hardcore hookups on those poor cushions. The lighting is dim and depressing, and it sort of smells stale.
Jasper plops down on the decrepit couch and pats the cushion next to him. "Alice," he coos, and my heart nearly stops, because, damn, I didn't even know he knew my name. "Come sit."
I set myself down on the scratchy couch, and look at Bella who is sheepishly tugging her shirt to a more modest height. Edward sits down on the floor and opens the bottle of vodka.
"So what game are we playing, Jazz?"
"I'm thinking some good ole' fashioned Truth or Dare with a new twist."
"Oh?" Edward says, walking over to Bella and poising the vodka bottle at her lips. She gives me a panicked look before taking a quick swig and making a face as it goes down. "Atta girl," Edward whispers in her ear and her cheeks get red.
"Here's the deal," Jasper begins. "We're going to play a regular game of Truth or Dare. You get as many chickens as you want, but every time you chicken out, you have to take a lengthy swig. So I have a feeling you two girls are going to be plastered before the night is over."
"What makes you say that?" I snap.
"I don't know," he admits. "You girls just don't seem like you'd be up for doing anything wild."
Bella looks at Jasper and a smirk tugs at her lips. "I think you might be surprised, Jasper. Alice and I have decided to come out of our shells."
"Score!" Edward mumbles as Jasper says, "Perfect!"
The four of us arrange ourselves in a circle on the floor, Jasper to my left and Bella on my right with Edward in between them and the alcohol in the middle.
"I'll start," Edward says, looking at each of us before his eyes finally settle on Bella. "Bella, truth or dare?"
Bella
"Bella, truth or dare?" he asks in a deep, rough voice that makes me want to crawl into his lap.
I take a deep breath to steady myself before saying, "Umm...truth?"
Edward looks right into my eyes and twirls a piece of my hair. "Be honest," he purrs. "Are you, or have you ever been, a lesbian?"
Psh. Saw that one coming.
"No," I growl, giving him a light smack on his rock solid arm. "Now it's my turn...truth or dare, Edward?"
A devilish grin lights up his face. "Dare."
Payback is a bitch, Mr. Cullen.
"I dare you to kiss Jasper," I declare, surprising all of us. Alice doubles over in laughter and Jasper's eyes grow wide. Edward just keeps the steady grin on his face as he picks up the bottle of vodka and presses it to his lips, his eyes never leaving my face. He slams back quite a bit of the alcohol, barely wincing as the burn passes through him.
He sets the bottle back down in the middle of the circle and tugs on the ends of my hair. "Nicely played, Swan."
"Okay, I'm up," Jasper says, rolling his eyes at Edward. "Alice, truth or dare?"
Alice bites her lip and glances my way. I nod encouragingly and she says, "Truth."
"Who in this room do you find the sexiest?" Jasper begins. "Me, Edward...or Bella?"
Jasper and Edward both have matching smirks on their beautiful faces. Alice just looks like she's about to bite someone's head off.
For a while, she's silent, and I think she will take the vodka option over admitting her attraction to Jasper. But, when the woman said she wanted to change, she wasn't kidding.
"Jasper, okay?"
Jasper chuckles lightly. "What was that, Toots? Can you repeat that?"
"Jasper," Alice mumbles, her head lowered and her cheeks on fire.
"Sorry, what?"
"I THINK JASPER IS THE FUCKING SEXIEST PERSON IN THIS ROOM!!" Alice wails, throwing her hands in the air as the rest of us start laughing hysterically.
Edward throws a hand over his heart and a pained expression washes over the gorgeous plains of his flawless face. "Geez, Alice. I'm really hurt."
Alice ignores him and swivels her head in Jasper's direction, being brave enough to face him.
I gotta hand it to the girl, she's got more guts than I do.
"Jasper," she whispers, trying to put the same seductive edge to her voice that Jasper and Edward have mastered, "truth or dare?"
For just a fraction of a second, Jasper's breathing hitches, and he leans toward her, his eyes fluttering. But then Edward clears his throat, and Jasper recovers. "Dare," he says, still slightly flustered from Alice's sexy voice.
Alice places a finger on her lip thoughtfully, and I swear Jasper's eyes nearly fall out when she slips it into her mouth for just a moment. "I dare you to...kiss me," she whispers so low that I can barely hear it.
Jasper's usual hard and cocky expression softens and a sweet smile tugs at the corners of his lips. "Gladly," he whispers back, inching himself closer and parting his lips slightly. "All you had to do was ask," he whispers in her ear as he takes her face in his hand and leans in.
I was expecting his to just give her one, sweet little peck, and that would be that.
Boy, was I wrong.
The two of them start devouring each other and moaning softly, as if Edward and I aren't even there.
And even though I find it absolutely disgusting, I can't help noticing that they look so right together.
And that simple observation makes me so jealous of my best friend that I want so desperately to cry.
They just fit. They are complete opposites of one another, everything that the other is missing.
Alice's raven black hair contrasts against Jasper's white blonde locks, and she's so much smaller than him. Where Jasper's face is hard and masculine, Alice's is delicate and feminine.
They're just perfect, and the thought makes me full of happiness for my friend and bittersweet jealousy at the same time. Because I doubt that it's possible for me to have that with Edward, or anyone for that matter.
Once Jasper's hands start roaming Alice's body, and her fingers get tangled in his hair, Edward and I decide that we've had enough.
"Okay, seriously, dude. Take your hand away from her ass and let's get back to the game," Edward says, annoyance in his tone.
Jasper waves him off. "Leave us alone. Go kiss Bella."
My cheeks burn and my breath hitches.
Part of me wants to die. The other part wants Edward to crawl on top of me and rip my shirt open with his teeth.
Edward chuckles at my panicked reaction. "Breathe, Bella."
"Right," I exhale.
"Okay, you two," Edward says loudly, trying to get Alice and Jasper's attentions. "We're gonna go give you some PRIVACY." He yells the last part, and their heads fly apart.
"We're going to give you some privacy," I tell them, much quieter than Edward had been. "And we're taking the vodka," I smile.
"I like the way you think, Doll," Edward croons, running a hand down my back and resting it right above my ass...
Dear Lord. I might just have to superglue the zipper to my pants shut for tonight.
"No, wait!" Alice screeches when she sees us getting up to leave. "We're done, I swear. Right, Jasper?"
"Right," he grumbles, sounding like he's not nearly finished. Poor kid is probably gonna have a horrid case of blue balls.
"Please don't leave me, Bella...at least, not yet," Alice smirks, squeezing Jasper's thigh and driving him mad.
I don't dare look at Edward, because if I do, I'll more likely than not jump into his arms and leave Alice lying on this nasty floor. Instead, I say, "Okay, who's up?"
"That would be me," Edward says, sitting down next to me. "Hmm...Alice. Truth or dare?"
"Dare," Alice sniffs bravely.
This could end badly...
"Fantastic," Edward says, rubbing his hands together and getting an absolutely adorable look of mischief on his face. "Little Alice, I dare you to kiss your dear friend Bella."
"Fine," Alice and I say at the same time.
We've been giving each other little, meaningless kisses since we were tots. It's not a big deal for us. At least, it wasn't until people start claiming we were sleeping together.
"You didn't let me finish," Edward frowns. "I dare you to kiss Bella...and me. At the same time."
"Excuse me?" Jasper spits.
"It's okay," Alice says with a smile naughty enough to match Edward's. "If Bella's up for it, so am I."
"Bella?"
"Is that even possible?" I ask, trying my damndest to stall.
"Yes, dear Bella, it is possible. In fact, it works quite well."
I open my mouth to either concede or scream, but Jasper beats me to it. "Edward, do you have a thing for my sloppy seconds? First Jessica Stanley freshman year, and now little Alice here..."
"Ew. Fuck you, dude, you just ruined the best potential three-way kiss ever."
"You're damn right, I did."
Alice crawls in between Jasper's legs and pulls his arms around her chest. She presses herself back against his chest and leans her head back on his shoulder to say, "I guess I'll just have to settle for you, Jasper."
The smile that creeps across Jasper's face is almost blinding.
Edward groans before lunging across the floor and unscrewing the cap on the vodka. "Let's get drunk."
"Okay!" I say, a bit too excited to pry my attention away from Alice and her flirting.
Edward takes a long pull from the bottle and then presses it to my lips. I choke the burning liquid down and press my lips together to keep it where it belongs. Edward is about to take his second sip when Jasper and Alice start sucking face again.
"Okay, seriously, me and Bella out of here," Edward snaps. He chucks the bottle onto the couch and moves to the other side of the room, where there is a small window that looks about as big as a magazine.
Alice starts to pout behind me, so I just move to the window and watch Edward's muscles twitch as he tries to pry it open.
"Relax, little one," Edward tells Alice when he turns around. "We're going to go for a little drive so you two can get better acquainted, and then we'll call you to open the window and let us back in. Deal?"
"Okay!" Alice says brightly, bouncing up and down.
Jasper waltzes over and he and Edward both pull on the window until it budges.
"Okay, Bella," Edward says, looking at me. "Up you go."
Jasper makes a cradle with his hands, and I step into it. He hoists me up, while Edward puts hands on my hips to steady me and push me through the window at the same time. I slip my arms through the opening first, then my head makes it out into the cold night. Soon all that's left in the basement is the lower portion of my body.
"Nice view," I hear Edward chuckle and I try to shimmy my ass through the window
"You've got to lift me higher!" I hiss. I feel myself lower just a tad, and then my entire body flies out onto the damp grass.
I duck my head back into the window to watch Edward pull a chair over to the wall and stand on it. His face comes to the window my height, and we are literally only the space of a breath away from each other, so close that the tips of our noses are almost touching and I can smell a hint of mint on his sweet, sweet breath...
"You're gonna have to move back, Bella," Edward chuckles, pulling me out of my trance. I didn't even realize that I was tilting my head to the side to poise myself to taste his lips until I have to straighten up and scoot back.
With ease, Edward hooks his arms out of the window and pulls himself out.
"Let's go," he whispers, holding his hands out to help me up.
I eagerly reach for them, and almost pass out when the velvet smooth skin of his hand meets mine. I let him drag me to me feet and put an arm around my waist. Silently, we walk to his car.
Edward pulls away from the Whitlock house while I fiddle with the knobs, trying to find the heat.
"Where to, Bella?"
"Umm...I don't care. It's up to you."
"Okay, then."
I rummage through his iPod, trying to pick out a song that won't embarrass the hell outta me. He's literally got thousands of songs on the thing, and I don't know his tastes. Finally, I settle for some classic, 90's grunge rock because it's my favorite and it seems like the type of thing he'd listen to.
"Heart Shaped Box" by Nirvana starts filtering through the stereo as we pull onto the main road.
"Nice pick, Swan."
"Thanks," I mumble.
Edward starts singing the lyrics in a deep and flowing voice that sounds eerily close to Kurt Cobain:
Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet
Cut myself on angel hair and baby's breath
My mouth just hangs open uselessly as I stare at him. His lips move hypnotically, whispering the words in the right parts, and then yelling the "Hey! Wait!" parts.
If I thought he was irresistible before, this only made him that much sexier.
I mean, he sounds like Kurt Cobain, for God's sake!
As I watch his lips sing me Nirvana and his bronze hair flop in his eyes, Edward gets that same up-to-no-good, crooked grin on his face.
Before I can ask him what he's smiling about, he punches the ceiling of his car and yells, "PADIDDLE!"
I look out the windshield, and, sure enough, a car with only one headlight, a 'padiddle', is passing us by.
"Nice," I laugh.
Edward looks at me expectantly. I'm not really sure what he's looking at, but it's driving me crazy and making me all hot and bothered.
"What?" I ask.
"Bella, we are in my car, we will follow my padiddle rules."
"Okay, fine. What are your rules?"
"If I get a padiddle, you have to remove an article of clothing. And vice versa."
Edward Cullen wants me to take my clothes off? If you insist, Mr. Cullen...
"Fine," I sigh, sticking my tongue out at him.
I lift one of my legs, which are still draped in the too-tight jeans that Alice had to squeeze me into, and run one hand up and down my calf. I hook my fingers under the hem at my ankle and play with it, purposefully using my other hand to massage my thighs and move down to my foot. I hear him take in a sharp intake of breath as he watches me caress my thigh, and see his fingers tighten on the wheel out of the corner of my eye.
"Breathe, Edward," I tell him, holding back my laughter.
I hear him exhale his breath as I slip off the ballet flats I am wearing and toss them into the backseat.
Edward groans and stares at my bare feet in anger. And then, the beautiful and threatening smile is back on his face. "You're asking for it," he growls.
Edward whips the car around, making us go the wrong way on a one way street, and takes us to the highway.
Tons of cars are speeding down the busy highway. There have got to be at least a million padiddles in that sea of cars.
"Oh? Playing dirty, are we?" I ask him, batting my eyelashes and pushing my arms together so he gets a nice view of my tits. His eyes flick from the road to my exposed cleavage a few times, until my hand bangs against the roof and I yell, "Padiddle!"
"Shit," he grumbles. "Hold the wheel, will ya."
I lean across the center console and grab the wheel. Edward's arm brushes up against me as he removes an article of clothing. And then his hands are over mine on the wheel, holding them in his steel grasp. I try to tug away, but he won't let me.
Slowly, I remove my gaze from the road and look at him.
I gasp. I can't help it. It just comes out.
His t-shirt is gone and now I'm looking at nothing but his perfectly sculpted chest and abs. And to top it all off, we're only centimeters apart again, and I can smell the sweet minty scent of his breath.
"Hi," he purrs, tightening his grip on my hands and flickering his eyes back to the road.
"Hey," I breathe. "Can I have my hands back, please?
"Not until you play fair."
"I am playing fair!"
He shakes his head slowly. "No, shoes definitely do not count as clothing. They are footwear. Huge difference. So you still owe me an article." He looks at my shirt pointedly and smirks at me. "It's only fair, Bella," he whispers, sending the scent of his breath right into my face and making my eyes flutter.
"Let go or I will send this car careening into the guardrails," I growl.
"No you won't."
"Try me."
"The shirt, Bella."
"Edward..."
"Bella."
"Edward."
"Come on, Bella. I'm sure you're really pretty under there. If you don't want to take it off, I could always pull over and do it for you..."
"Fine," I sigh. "Let me go and I'll take it off."
His grip loosens just the slightest bit. "Promise."
"I swear."
He removes his hands from mine, and they immediately feel cold and pointless. It feels like they shouldn't even be attached to me unless Edward's hands and there with them.
I criss-cross my arms and peel the shirt away from my skin slowly, the cold air sending goose bumps all over my skin.
I half expect Edward to have that cocky grin on his face when I look at him, but what I see is so much different. His eyes are not on my tits, they're on my face, and his expression is completely soft. It's almost reverent.
"You're beautiful, Bella," he whispers, shocking me and making tears prick in my eyes.
I know, it's irrational. But he just sounded so sincere and just in awe of me.
I've always known I was average looking, but, hearing those words come off of Edward's lips made me believe otherwise-even if it was only for a moment. He actually made me feel beautiful. He made me feel comfortable, and warm, and at home, and just right where I should be.
And now all I can think about is the real Edward-the one who isn't trying to impress his friends or get some action. And that's the person I want, always and forever. I want this Edward to be mine.
"Edward?"
"Yes, Bella?"
"I know where I want to go now."
Okay, so I planned on this being a quick chapter, but I couldn't stop writing!
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