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Beta One: Karie/SweetVenom69

Beta Two: Multicolouredeyes

Ch 2/Edward/The Plan

I hated school.

I hated wasting my day. I have good grades, but what the hell for? I don't plan to do anything with my life, so what's the fucking point? The only point of school for me is to get laid. But even that didn't lighten my mood. I have been in a depressed as of late, and I fucking hate it, because I don't know what the fuck I'm so sad or pissed about.

I dread getting up in the morning,facing my little happy family, driving to fucking school and dealing with morons like Mike Newton. He desperately wants to be my friend, and then I get Tanya hanging on my neck every chance she gets.

Don't get me wrong, I fucking love having a hot piece of ass after me especially who lets me grab that piece of ass, but holy shit. I need my space. I've always been a fucking loner and paranoid about my space. I start hyperventilating in crowds and hate, fucking hate…hate…hate it when Tanya comes and sits in my lap without my permission or starts hanging on my neck. She has shit for brains, so it doesn't get any better. All she knows is how to suck dick.

I spend most of my days locked in my room, and my family knows not to disturb me when I'm in my "chamber" they stay the fuck out. I didn't realize I spent so much time alone and how I kept myself so locked away until my foster mother-well my real mother as far as I'm concerned, Esme cried once, telling me that she sometimes felt like she didn't even know me. If she only knew, I didn't know myself.

Carlisle, my foster father, nags that I should be part of the family and act like a brother, son or some bullshit like that. I just want everyone to leave me the fuck alone!

History class was over and that meant lunch. I fucking hate lunch. I mean, yeah, I love to fucking eat, but god I hate sitting in that damn room full of people. I get nervous and twitchy. People love me, no doubt, but they can't understand that I don't love them. I have been feeling as if I'm such a fucking loser lately, like I've haven't accomplished anything. Nothing is satisfying, not even a damn "A" or Tanya's mouth around my dick…okay maybe I still like the last part, but even then I feel like such a depressed maniac afterward. I'm such a fucking downer, so fucking emo lately.

I walked into the lunch room, avoiding eye contact with anybody that was near, and sat with Jasper and Alice.

Jasper has been my best friend since middle school, and it seems right that he is with my favorite sister, Alice. Though I would never admit out loud that I fucking love that little pixie. When we were eight, Carlisle and Esme took us into their home. Alice's story is much more horrific than mine, but we still share the experiences that led us to be foster children. Our stories are alike and we understand each other. Alice, Carlisle and Esme are the only ones that know my story. Like I said, I just don't like sharing my shit with anybody. Not even Emmett knows, or Jasper. They don't need to know. It's not important for them to know.

I'm not important.

I looked down at the table, ignoring the conversation that was being held by Emmett, Jasper and Rosalie. Alice tapped my shoulder and with her eyes asked if I was okay. I just shook my head and continued looking down until I felt Tanya's arms around me.

Motherfucking shit.

I held in my bad temper and gave her a fake smile.

If I hope to fuck her anytime soon, I better act nice, even though I suddenly have the urge to push her off and leave.

She walked over to Rosalie's side and sat down and everyone continued with their conversations. I was falling asleep when Emmett jolted up as if he had a bright idea.

"Um, so," he said, smiling, and I knew what that smile of his meant. He was up to something. "I got some shit and…" he drummed the table with his fingers waiting for us to get his statement.

"Dude, why are we still sitting here?" Jasper asked, and Alice slapped his arm.

"Let's go outside to the back building. Nobody ever goes to the back," I said, and Alice gave me a disappointed look. I just shrugged at her while smiling.

Rosalie and Tanya agreed to go with us boys, probably thinking it was going to get them some points with us, but Jessica and Lauren backed out, saying that they had some shit to do. Pussies. Alice said she was going to the library. I was happy she wasn't coming; my sister is better than this shit. She got up, kissed Jasper, waved at everyone-because that's Alice- and left.

The little weed happy group got up and went outside, and I trailed out last. I just wanted to smoke some grass, not have "quality time" with my friends. As we made it to the back building, we searched for somewhere to hide from the damn teachers. I walked behind Jasper who had suddenly stopped and pointed at something on the wall. I looked to see what had his attention.

"Dude, this is cool! I wonder who drew this," he said and I nodded my head in agreement. The truth was the damn drawing was cool. It was of a girl with her knees pulled up to her chest, sitting on top of a giant-ass hand. Her face was hidden behind her long hair, and the entire image was wrapped with images of ivy and vines It was drawn with a damn black marker, but it still looked professionally shaded and well thought out. It was signed by "B", and I wondered who this person was. We had a damn artist in school and we don't even fucking know it.

Emmett shook us out of the trance we were in by jumping like a damn kid when he pointed to some shrubs and trees that would over us well.

"Dudes, here!" he yelled, and we all laughed. We rushed behind the trees and bushes, looking back to make sure nobody had seen us. Emmett took the small blunt from his jeans and lit the thing.

"Fuck Emmett, where the fuck did you get this shit? It fucking smells like the cheap shit!" I said, and he laughed.

"No, it doesn't. You're just a fucking pussy." He said and I flipped him off.

"Dude, shut the fuck up and take a hit and pass," Jasper griped at Emmett and he gladly obliged.

"It does smell! Eew!" Tanya said, and I rolled my eyes. Emmett passed the blunt to Jasper, and then Jasper took a hit then passed it to me. I took a deep hit. I had math after this; I needed this shit. I passed it to Tanya, who seemed grossed out, but looked at me and smiled-trying to look sexy-and took a small drag. She started coughing and we all laughed at her, causing her to glare at us. Rosalie then took a hit.

I swear that chick is scary.

She had no reaction and passed it back to Emmett.

"Babe, that was hot," Emmett said while kissing Rosalie lightly on the lips, and I rolled my eyes.

"Dude, did you leave your dick at home? Pass the damn thing already," I said, and he laughed. It was passed around, reaching Rosalie again. She was about to take another hit when her eyes suddenly jolted up. Her mouth fell open wide to what she saw behind me.

"Well, why am I not surprised…I don't know." Oh shit!

It was Mrs. Walton. I could recognize the devil's voice anywhere. I turned around and she had an amused look on her face. We couldn't deny it. Emmett's stinky shit probably did the damn trick. We all said nothing and just stared down trying to avoid looking at her. "Ms. Hale, could you please put that disgusting thing out and hand it to me?" she said, and I swear I saw Rosalie shake. She had never been in deep shit in her damn life, and now she was. Her rich mommy and daddy would probably have a damn heart attack when they found out that their princess was caught smoking pot.

Rosalie handed the blunt to Mrs. Walton. "Just follow now." She said and we all groaned. We followed Mrs. Walton out of the bushes and trees, ready to face the music.

"Thank you, Ms. Swan, but maybe another day. Go back to class for now." Mrs. Walton said, and Rosalie caught it first.

"You little bitch," Rosalie growled and then it hit me…she-Isabella fucking Swan-fucking told on us. I don't know what the fuck for, maybe she felt she needed to follow in her father's footsteps and be a good cop, but the little fucking nerd told on us. No wonder she has no damn friends.

She stared at us with a dumb look on her face, and Tanya bumped into her hard. Tanya was a fucking bitch, but Isabella fucking deserved it. As I walked pass her, I fucking looked at with her with all the anger and hate I was feeling at the moment. Didn't she know how deep in shit I would be in because of her? She looked down, looking as guilty as fuck.

As Mrs. Walton walked us into the school, I took one last look at Isabella; she was shaking a little with her lip in between her teeth. Fucking freak. We were led into the office, none of us saying shit. What the hell are we going to say?

They called our parents. We weren't allowed to drive our own cars; they were afraid we would crash or some stupid shit like that. We were suspended for a whole week. I threatened to be sent to an alternative school if I didn't get my shit together, as well, because this was the third time I had been caught with something illegal. Though Emmett pleaded with them and blamed himself, the principals weren't having it so Rosalie got suspended for two weeks because she had the shit in her hands The crazy fucks actually believed Rosalie fucking princess Hale was a marijuana vender? I almost laughed in their faces.

The Hales came for Jasper and Rosalie, and I could see the fear in her eyes. It seems the only people capable of causing fear in that bitch are her parents. Tanya's father came and picked her up in his fancy ass car, not saying anything-probably saving it for later. They were too good to show any damn emotions in their fucking rich faces. Esme came for me and Emmett, not once making eye contact or speaking. She was fucking pissed. I could see that she had been crying, as her eyes were puffy and red. I mean its just weed we were caught with, but I had been caught with worse before, so this little plant meant I was still hanging with drugs. I hadn't done anything hard in months, but how could I convince my parents of that now?

I was fucked.

When we got home, Esme let it out. She yelled at us with all her might. Esme never got mad. Esme never yelled. Esme was sweet as pie. But we fucking pissed her off, and somehow, the way she kept looking at me, I knew she was more pissed at me than Emmett. It wasn't my fucking weed, but I didn't say anything. I wasn't going to point fingers at Emmett because I wasn't like that, unlike that Isabella who I was still so pissed at. Carlisle was at the hospital. He was a doctor, so we hardly saw him around during the day when he was doing his shifts. Esme promised me and Emmett that he would have a say in what happened. Knowing Carlisle, he sure as hell will.

"Now, go to your rooms…" Esme said quietly.

"Mom… I just…" I wanted to say something, but she wasn't hearing it. Emmett went to his room and I stayed behind. Big mistake.

"Don't even start, Edward. Look, I know we all have bad days. You have them more than most-I know-and I try to understand you. I try to love you more than I already do, which is impossible, hoping that by showing you my affection you'll realize that life isn't as bad you make it out to be. That you don't have to go ruining your life with that crap…"

"It was just weed, mom, I'm sure you did your share of pot in your teen years," I said, and I felt it before I saw it. Esme slapped the shit out of me. I held my cheek as it stung to my core. Esme had a strong hand.

"Edward, can't you see the damn point? It's not just about the damn weed!" she cried. Her tears fell down her cheeks. "I've never felt so disappointed in anyone in my life! You're so bright and such a good person, but you insist in making everyone else believe the opposite, including yourself just to make everyone stay away. But you have to let someone in some day, or you're going to lose it, son."

"But I am a fucking bad person Mom! The sooner you realize this, the better for you!" I said and held back my tears. I didn't fucking cry. "Why the fuck do you think my own fucking mother didn't want me around? I'm a fucking waste of breath. You've said it yourself. I'm just a disappointment! So quit trying to fucking change me and hoping I turn into a good little boy, 'cus it'll never happen!" I said and stormed to my room.

I slammed the door behind me and fell on my bed. I grabbed my ipod and turned up the rock music. I slammed my head back on the head board, angry as fuck.

Those brown eyes, Isabella. Those brown eyes of yours. You're gonna pay, I swear!

Later that day, Emmet came to my door and informed me that Mom had left and Alice was home. We all sat in the living room while Alice changed the TV channels. None of us spoke, as we weren't in the mood. A few minutes later, we heard the door bell. Emmett went to answer it and we were all shocked when it was Jasper and Rosalie coming into the living room.

"Our parents had to leave on business," Jasper said and sat by Alice on our couch, wrapping his arm around her. Alice kissed his cheek and directed her attention to the TV and left it on the HBO channel.

"I love this movie," she said quietly, and I smiled lightly. We all had our asses chewed out, but Alice still found enjoyment in movies in a time like this.

"Oh, Alice," Rosalie said and we all chuckled. "Way to break the ice, friend." She continued and sat by Emmett who wrapped his arm around her.

"Well, someone had to say something," Alice said, and Jasper kissed her head.

"So what happened with your folks, what did they say?" Emmett asked, and Rosalie shook her head.

"We are both grounded."

"Aren't you too old for that?" I chuckled and Rosalie glared at me.

"What she means is that we don't have access our parent's plastic card for one whole month!" Jasper said with a smile.

"But that's not the worst part!" Rosalie continued. "They are going to drive us to school now! They threaten to not pay for my college! They searched my room, hoping to find more of that shit! Can you believe my parents actually think I would have more of that shit?" Rosalie cried and ran her hands through her blonde hair. Emmett hugged her closer.

"I'm sorry, babe, I feel like this is my fault," Emmett said, and I rolled my eyes. He was fucking whipped.

"No, babe ,it wasn't your fault. I mean we have smoked pot before and never got caught. It was that bitch's fault!" Rosalie yelled, and we all knew who she was talking about, except Alice.

"Who is the bitch?" Alice said, directing her attention to us.

"Isabella fucking Swan, that's the bitch. She was standing out there-looking guilty as fuck. Ugh, I hate her. I think she told on us because we teased her about her virginity in the morning!" Rosalie said. We all chuckled, but Alice slapped Jasper's arm.

"Well, I don't talk to Isabella, but I don't think she would tell on you. I mean you have teased her since elementary, why would she snitch on you now?" Alice asked.

"Alice, she was out there when we got caught! What else do you need to believe that she is a bitch?" I asked, and she shook her head.

"I just don't think she is. She is a loner and getting our entire group against her doesn't sound like a good idea."

"Well, yeah, but she might also be a moron!" I said.

There was an awkward silence for a moment. Alice directed her attention back to the movie-which I realized was Cruel Intentions with that douche bag Ryan Philippe and Reese Witherspoon. Of course, a fucking chick flick. I rolled my eyes at my sister.

"We have to get back at her," Rosalie said, breaking the silence.

"I agree," Jasper said, and Alice looked at him in shock. "What, babe? I lost my car privileges!" he said, and I chuckled.

"But how?" I asked, and Emmett nodded.

"Yeah, how? Should we put weed in her locker?" he said, and I was about to agree when Rosalie shook her head.

"No! Something worse. Something painful." she said.

She was an evil bitch.

"Rosalie! You aren't going to hurt her, are you?" Alice asked.

Oh, sweet Alice.

"Not physically, Alice!" Rosalie said annoyed. "That little bitch is shy as hell-weak and a loner-and seems like anything would break her," she said and then went silent, deep in thought. I looked towards the TV.

Thanks to Alice, I had seen this damn movie too many times to count. Ryan's character kissed Reese's character, trying to seduce her, and I rolled my eyes again. What a fucking cheese fest. "I've fucking got it!" We all whipped our heads towards Rosalie. "It's genius!"

"What have you planned, Rosalie?" Alice asked. She seemed almost afraid of the answer.

"Well it involves you, Edward!" Rosalie said looking at me, and I looked back at her confused.

"Why me?" I asked, and she smiled.

"Because you're the only one that is single, and I'm not a lesbian and I doubt Alice is."

"What the fuck are you talking about? What the hell is your plan?" I said annoyed already.

"You all are watching it!" she said looking towards the TV. We all directed our attention to the TV. I was still confused, but Alice seemed to realize it right away as she sadly shook her head.

"Being the chief of police's only daughter must mean your sex life is 'non existent', and I swear she has never had a boyfriend. Who'd want to anyway, right?" she said, and I began to get it. "What happens if you believe in fairy tales and love?" she said giggling. "What if we make a fairy tale for our dear Isabella and then break her little black heart?"

"Oh, no, Rosalie," Alice said, but she was ignored by Rosalie.

"That's where you come in, Edward. You make Isabella fall for you, pop her cherry or deflower her-whatever the fuck you want to call it-and then break her heart; just like in Cruel Intentions!" Rosalie said, Emmett's eye widened and Jasper choked on his soda.

"What? That just…wow," I said not really knowing if she was for real.

"That's fucked up," Jasper said, and Alice nodded sadly.

"It is!" Alice said.

"But I'm for it!" Jasper said, and Alice gasped. "Babe, come on…" Jasper said sheepishly.

"Ha…that is brill. Come on, Edward, you have to, man. Have you not seen the way she stares at you?" Emmett said.

"No she doesn't!" I laughed.

"Yes, she does Edward. She is just stupid and thinks we don't notice, but we notice alright," Rosalie said.

"I don't know, man. I'm not much of a romantic. How am I going to convince her to sleep with me?" I asked.

"Make her fall in love with you. Dumb, innocent little girls like Isabella probably believe in that romantic and kiddy love shit. It'll a piece of cake," Jasper said, and Alice stayed silent.

"Yeah, just fill her head with bullshit. Tell her she is your world blah blah blah, you know. Then after you pop her cherry, you'll tell her the truth, breaking her little heart," Rosalie said, and even I thought it was a bit much.

"Dude, are you going to forget the look on mom's face?" Emmett said.

"Fine…I'll do it," I said, Alice gasped and everyone else cheered. "What, Alice? It's a dirty job, but someone has to do it," I said and gave her a crooked smile.

"But there has to be a deadline. It might not be easy to do it right away, but you can't take your damn time, Edward. I give you until prom to do it!" Rosalie said, and I huffed.

"I bet you all $100 bucks each that it will be before prom," I said, and Emmett laughed.

"Deal!" he said, and Jasper agreed.

"You either have to do it before or at prom."

"But how are we gonna know if he did it?" Jasper asked.

True, how were they gonna know?

"Alice, you might help to!" Rosalie said, and we both looked at her confused.

"Hey, I'm not that much into the kinky shit. I'm not gonna let anybody record me! Especially my sister!" I said, angered.

"No, you idiot." Rosalie said before directing her attention back to Alice. "You're probably the only one out of all of us that has never teased her, you just happen to be Edward's favorite sister and you seem to like her since you defend her so much. You have picked her over us!" Rosalie said, and Alice looked insulted.

"No, I haven't!"

"Then prove it. Become Isabella's best friend. I'm sure she'll tell you everything that goes on with Edward and her," Rosalie said.

Again, what an evil bitch.

"I don't…think…I don't…." Alice looked hurt. I felt bad for Alice, but then again, I really wanted to get back at Isabella. "I don't know," Alice stood up and left the room, ignoring Jasper and the rest of us.

"Let's give her some time. I'm sure she'll come around. But Edward, you can get started whenever you want. You have until prom, don't forget," Rosalie said, and I smiled at her.

"Don't worry, Rose, I need the extra cash anyway. Poor Isabella. I already feel bad for her," I said sarcastically, placing a hand over my chest and everyone laughed.

Poor Isabella.