A/N: So I hate this chapter. With the fiery passion of a million suns. No, really. I think that's why I procrastinated so long in getting it out. And booooy, did I procrastinate! I played with my new Wii Fit! And I rode my motorcycle (that's right. I have a motorcycle. Because I'm a cool biker chick and stuff)! See? This is me procrastinating again. Anyway, just as a warning, there's Edward/Jessica sexins in this chapter, but it's not graphic. It's not even a sex scene (I wanted to spare you. Because Jessica? Ew.)
Anyway, because I hate this chapter so much, I'm depressed about posting it. So make me feel better by reviewing. You all did good with pushing me over the 100 mark! Now lets strive for 69 reviews for this chapter. It'll make Edward happy!
Oh! Duh! I hope everyone had a great Christmas! Have a safe New Year!
Chapter Nine: Smells Like Teen Spirit (Or Sex)
EPOV
Monday Morning
I had been caught masturbating by Carlisle once. I think I might have been like, eleven or something. I wasn't sure I was doing it right and at the time, I didn't have enough sense to be embarrassed. But getting caught by Ruby faking it? Even though she said she wasn't sure exactly what I was doing? Yeah, not my proudest moment. I think the worst part of it was the fact that I had to spend all day Sunday with her.
That's excruciating enough under normal circumstances, but every time I fucking looked at her, my cheeks burned. And I'm not an easy guy to embarrass.
As much as I hated school, I was grateful when my alarm clock sounded because it meant that for at least eight hours, I would be free from her scrutinizing stares. I didn't grumble or bitch when I rolled out of the bed. I didn't take my time in the shower either. I threw on my standard t-shirt and jeans and made my way down the stairs, cringing slightly when I saw Bella sitting at the table.
It wasn't because I wasn't glad to see her; I'd had a great time with her on Saturday and I was looking forward to spending lunch with her, now that a tentative friendship had been formed. The problem was I'd pictured her in my mind while I was preparing to jerk off to Jessica Stanley's voice as she talked dirty to me and even though there was no way in hell that she'd ever know about that, it made me feel a little bit like a perv.
And not the good kind either.
"Hey, what's up?" I greeted, nodding to her as I made my way over to the counter and grabbed an apple.
"I hope you don't mind, but Emmett called me this morning and told me he wasn't going to school, so I thought that maybe you could use a ride."
"No, that's cool. Thanks."
"Is Emmett sick?" Ruby asked, concern lacing her voice. "Maybe you caught something after all, Edward."
You have got to be kidding me. Please don't say anything, please don't say anything, please don't say anything—"Were you sick?" Bella asked.
Fuck.
"Just a little bit Saturday night," Ruby supplied. "He thinks that maybe the hamburger he ate was bad. But maybe there's something going around."
"Well I'm glad you're feeling better now," she said, giving me a slight smile. I merely nodded and took a bite from my apple to keep from having to say anything. "We should uh… we should probably get ready to go. I've got to meet Alice before school. Are you ready?"
"Yeah," I responded, swallowing the bite of apple. "Let's go."
"Before you go," Ruby said, wiping her hands on a dish towel, "I've got a book club meeting tonight. I won't be home until around nine, so you're on your own for dinner. Think you can manage without burning the house down?"
I rolled my eyes. "Pretty sure it's not that hard to pick up the phone and order a pizza."
She gave me a stern look, but waved me off. "Alright. I'll leave you some money on the counter. And do me a favor; call your father when you get home."
Yeah, that wasn't going to happen, but rather than argue with her, I didn't say anything. We both knew that I wasn't going to call Carlisle. Hell, Carlisle knew I wasn't going to call Carlisle, but I guess it made her feel better to try and be all parental or whatever.
Without another word to her, I motioned to Bella that I was ready to go and dutifully, she stood and followed me out of the kitchen.
"Do anything fun yesterday?" She asked as we made our way out of the house together.
I couldn't help myself; I snorted. "I was stuck in the house all day with Ruby. What's fun about that?"
"I told you that you could call one of us if you didn't have anything to do," she chastised as she pulled the heavy door of her truck open. "We would have come to pick you up."
"It's not a big deal."
"Well next time call, okay?"
"Yeah sure." I climbed into the cab of the truck, pulling the seatbelt down over my chest before she had the opportunity to tell me to do so. She gave me a bright smile as she shoved the key into the ignition, starting the rusted old beast up.
"So listen," she said as she pulled away from the curb, "I know I mentioned the party to you on Saturday in passing, but it would be really cool if you'd come. It's supposed to be a costume party, but you really don't have to dress up. I never do."
"When is it again?"
"Friday night. We're all meeting up at Rosalie and Jasper's at five to decorate and stuff. It'll be a lot of fun."
"Yeah, pretty sure I won't be able to make it that early, but I'll try to swing by."
"Oh. I just… thought that you might want a ride or something."
"I'll let you know. I'm not sure what I'm doing yet on Friday."
"Well, either way, if you want to come, just give me a call and I'll come pick you up."
"Sounds good. Thanks." I leaned my head back against the seat as she drove.
"Are we back to uncomfortable, forced conversations now?" She asked, not looking at me.
"What are you talking about?"
"After Saturday… well, I thought that… maybe we were past all this. That we were kind of friends now?"
"We are," I confirmed with a nod. And surprisingly enough, I actually meant it.
Though the ride to school was tense at first, things lightened up after we established the fact that we were done with all the forced "I don't know you, I'm just being nice because I have to" bullshit. When she'd pulled up to the school, I'd thanked her for the ride (because even Edward Cullen has manners… sometimes) and we parted ways.
She had gone off in search of Alice and I was looking for Jessica. I had the house to myself tonight for awhile and I planned to take advantage of that shit. What the hell kind of guy would I be if I didn't? Luckily, I didn't have to look too hard.
As soon as Jessica spotted me, she gave me what she thought was a sexy smile. As far as I was concerned, she looked constipated but I wasn't going to burst her bubble when I was so close to hitting that shit so I grinned back and draped an arm around her shoulder as she bounced over to my side.
"Hi," she greeted, her arm slinking around my waist.
"Hi yourself," I responded, giving her my patented crooked smile. I could practically see her panties starting to drop. "So listen… my grandma's going out for awhile tonight. Which means I'll have the house to myself," I said, trailing a finger down her arm, smirking when she shivered at my touch. "Do you think you could get away tonight?"
"It depends," she responded, her breathing a little irregular. "What exactly did you have in mind?"
I wasn't sure who told girls that playing hard to get was cute or whatever, but it wasn't. She knew, just as well as I did, that she'd be at Ruby's at whatever time I told her to be there. But if it made her feel like less of a slut to hesitantly agree rather than eagerly, whatever. I could play along.
"I thought we'd pick up where we left off Saturday night."
I could almost hear her panties dripping. "W-what time should I come over?"
"Six."
"I'll be there."
BPOV
"Bella? Bella, are you listening to me?"
No, I thought apologetically as Alice's voice snapped me back to reality, forcing me to tear my eyes away from them. "I'm sorry Alice. What were you saying?"
She huffed, slightly indignant that she was being ignored. It wasn't something she was used to. "What are you wearing Friday night? This is important."
"Ugh. Alice, I don't dress up," I reminded her.
"So what you're telling me is that you don't have a costume?"
"Correct. Because I don't dress up."
"Perfect!" She squealed, ignoring me. "Listen, Rose and I decided that we're doing group costumes. Wizard of Oz. We're driving up to Port Angeles after school to go to the costume shop."
"Alice, I'm not—"
"Relax," she responded with a roll of her eyes. "We're letting you be Dorothy. Nothing too outlandish for you, okay? We'll even give you veto power on the dress style."
"Alice, I really—"
"Too bad!" She hissed. "We never do anything fun like this. Even the boys are dressing up, so just go along with this, please? We won't bother you about a costume for the next three Halloweens if you just do this without protesting."
Any idea of protesting I may have had in mind flew out the window when Alice turned her patented puppy dog eyes on me. Nobody could say no to Alice when she pouted.
"Fine," I groaned, slumping my shoulders in defeat. Halloween was my least favorite holiday. If it wasn't for the fact that Alice and Rosalie would be horribly offended, I wouldn't bother showing up at the party. But I had no choice. "Fine, I'll dress up in the stupid costume."
Another of Alice's high pitched squeals pierced my ears as she threw her arms around my shoulders. With the pixie momentarily distracted, I allowed my eyes to search out Edward once more and cringed as he dropped his arm around Jessica Stanley's shoulder, drawing her into his side.
From this distance, I couldn't make out what he was saying to her, but I could clearly see the slight blush that colored her cheeks. I could see her body shudder slightly as he slid a finger down her arm. I forced myself to look away when he leaned closer, not wanting to witness whatever was going to come next.
"We should probably get to class," I said hastily as I pulled away from Alice's embrace, eager to put the sight of Edward wrapped around Jessica out of mind and confused as to why it bothered me so much.
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All morning, I was haunted by Jessica Stanley's smug face. It seemed like everywhere I turned, she was there, grinning triumphantly. I wasn't a violent person, but more than once, I visualized myself smacking that dumb smile off her face, but I forced myself to look away, to hide my irritation at the whole situation.
I managed to laugh at some stupid joke Jasper told at the exact moment that Edward sank down into a chair next to Jessica at lunch. I was able to appear disinterested for the entire duration of Rosalie's rant on the Jessica Stanleys of the world. I pretended to be overcome with enthusiasm when Alice brought up the subject of costumes again. I was positive it was an overreaction on my part, judging by the way my three friends looked at me with raised eyebrows, but I didn't care.
I managed to keep my gaze away from them for the most part during lunch, but I was incredibly grateful when the bell sounded, signaling the end. I practically sprinted from the room, but no one seemed to notice and even if they did, I didn't particularly care.
The remainder of the day passed excruciatingly slow. Though I was not anxious for the shopping trip to Port Angeles, I knew it would be a welcomed distraction. And I knew I'd need it when I trudged out to the parking lot and spotted Edward Cullen climbing into Jessica Stanley's beat up old Toyota.
EPOV
The original plan had been for Jessica Stanley to come over around six so that the fucking could commence. But the more I thought about it, the more I decided that the sooner I fucked her, the sooner I could get rid of her, so of course I accepted when she offered to give me a ride home from school.
When she pulled up in front of Ruby's house, I caught the way she stared longingly or whatever. I could practically see her panties itching to come off.
"Why don't you just come in now?"
"A-are you sure?" She asked, dropping her gaze and chewing slightly on her lower lip. Gross.
"Positive," I responded, and as if to prove my point, I leaned across the center console and captured her lips with mine, putting an end to that disgusting fucking lip chewing.
She sighed softly against my lips, lifting her hand to grip my hair. I moaned softly against her. That was definitely one of my weak spots. I pulled away from her, grinning at the look that crossed her face.
"What are you—"
"Inside," I commanded. I shoved the door open and climbed out, not waiting to make sure she was following as I slammed the door before crossing the sidewalk and took the porch steps two at a time.
She was behind me in a matter of seconds, her hand finding mine as I pulled her into the house, kicking the door closed behind us. Jessica struggled to keep up as I tugged her up the stairs, tripping twice as we went.
"Come on," I urged as we rounded the landing. I managed to pull her up the remaining stairs and down the hall before we made it to my room.
Later That Night…
Fucking Jessica Stanley was not my smartest idea. In my defense, however, it had been awhile since the last time I'd bagged any pussy (especially any new pussy) and she was my best option for getting some immediately. When the opportunity to have some alone time, away from Ruby's prying eyes, had presented itself, I'd jumped on it and on her.
Literally.
But now, as she snuggled closer to me, her naked body pressing against my side, I felt slightly repulsed that I'd sunk so low. Don't get me wrong; Jessica wasn't ugly by any stretch of the imagination. But Jesus Christ, I was positive that this chick had some stalkerish tendencies as it was and they were most likely going to be exacerbated by the fact that I'd just fucked her six ways from Sunday.
"Mmm Edward," she sighed as she snuggled even closer, resting her head against my chest. "That was… mmm… there are no words."
Wish I could say the same, I thought, though I said nothing. Now, don't get me wrong: Pussy is pussy and even the worst I'd ever had wasn't bad, but for somebody that was so fucking forward, I'd expected this shit to be the equivalent to filet mignon. It was more like Steak-ums and Edward Cullen does not like to be disappointed.
I lifted her arm from around my waist and pulled away, climbing out of the bed.
"Edward? Where are you going?"
"Shower."
"Ooh," she purred, sitting up, pulling the sheet up to cover her tits. I almost snorted. Why do chicks do that? We'd just fucked. I'd become well acquainted with her tits. "Would you like some company?"
"Eeh… I'm more of a solo shower type of guy. But hey, thanks for coming over. Maybe we can get together again sometime." Or not.
"I don't…what?"
With a roll of my eyes, I picked up her clothes from the floor and dumped them onto the foot of the bed. A look of comprehension dawned on her face and I almost felt bad. Almost.
"Are you… kicking me out?"
"Listen, Jess… we did what we planned on doing, right? Mission accomplished. What else is there?"
"You're seriously kicking me out? We just fucked."
"Right and now we're done."
"Are you kidding me?"
"What exactly did you expect?"
"I thought… I thought that…"
"Well, whatever it was, you thought wrong. You can find your way out, right?" I asked as I grabbed a clean pair of boxers from my dresser drawers.
"Why are you… why are you doing this?" She asked and I could hear the tears in her voice. I hated when they cried but not enough to actually do anything about it.
"Listen, it's nothing personal. But you're going to want to do yourself a favor."
"What?" She asked incredulously.
"Well, it probably wouldn't look good if everyone knew just how easy it was for me to get you into bed. I mean, you already have somewhat of a reputation. Now, I'm a gentleman. At least, I can be, so no one ever needs to know about this little thing. We wouldn't want to damage what little bit of a good reputation you had left, now would we?"
"Fuck you," she spat bitterly as she began pulling her clothes on. "Fuck you, Edward Cullen."
"Ah, but I think you just did. See you in school tomorrow." And with that, I headed into the bathroom to scrub away my repulsion.
A/N: As much as I love Manwhore!Edward and Angsty!Bella, I love reviews more. So dazzle me.