A/N: I'm incredibly sorry that this is a fake-me-out update(I hate them too), but I found it necessary to inform you that I won't be able to update until later this week.

Coming back to school to a new semester is crazyyyyyyyyy. And we're well into rehearsals now for drama so I'm not home as much. Chapter ten is taking me much longer than anticipated, and I'm only about halfway done. Sorry for having a life?

Haha jk. I won't apologize for that. I am, however, sorry for the delay.

On a happier note…THE STEELERS WON THE EFFING SUPERBOWL!!!!! I mean…was there any doubt? =] lol I'm not a hardcore Steelers fan, but I was definitely rooting for them. Notice how I spell 'definitely' correctly, but that's a rant for another day, and trust me, I will rant about that eventually.

And just to somewhat placate you for my lack of update on this story, I do have a little something for you. There's a plot that's currently developing in my head, and I'd like to have your opinion on it. Below you'll find the fullest summary I can give you right now, and a small snippet.

A Word of Caution: This is not the Dirty Dancing sequel, nor anything related to Dirty Dancing. This is something completely different, and if you don't like the idea of Player/Sadistic Bella, don't read. You have been warned.

And now presenting…

Rip Your Heart Out

Summary: Player Edward/Innocent Bella? Overdone. Player Edward/Geeky Bella? Also overdone. Popular,Sweet Bella/Geeky Edward? Very sexy, and maybe not overdone, but still done. Player,Sadistic Bella/ Gentlemanly, Mannered Edward? Yes.

Edward Cullen is new to Forks High School. The minute he walks through the doors, people whisper. It's likely they're talking about him seeing as how he's the new kid in town. He makes his way to the first class and hears more whispers, but he can make out what they're saying now. The boys are looking at him pityingly, and the girls are saying "When do you think they'll get him?" "Which one wants him?" "Poor thing, doesn't know what he's getting into. He's too gorgeous for his own good…" He ignores them, of course, but still can't help but wonder who 'they' are. He puts it in the back of his mind, deciding the only thing he'll worry about this year is his schoolwork.

Stupid, stupid man.

EPOV

My first lunch at Forks High School was over, and I was happy to say I had made friends already. I'd always been sensitive to other people's thoughts in Chicago and that helped me make plenty of friends. I wasn't sure how much that skill would come in handy in Forks, but so far it was working well. The two guys, Jasper and Emmett, seemed nice enough. Esme will probably love them. Carlisle would just be happy that I wasn't having a hard time. I wasn't thrilled to leave Chicago, but I understood that this job would be good for Carlisle, so I didn't put up a fight or throw any tantrums when I received the news. It was better to live in harmony with your parents. Made my life a heck of a lot easier.

I didn't need a map to get to class. A shy, brown-haired girl named Angela graciously offered to walk with me to class after we found out that we had Biology after lunch together. She didn't talk much and I sensed it was because she didn't want to sound stupid, or repeat a question I had most likely already answered today. I appreciated that. She seemed real, genuine. I didn't feel any particular attraction, but I could definitely see myself liking a girl like her.

What irked me to no end was that the entire day, whispers had been following me. I figured it was only to be expected. This was a small town and my family and I were probably the only people to move here in a long time. Attention never bothered me too much, it came with popularity. I wasn't arrogant, but I knew what kind of crowd I hung out with in Chicago. Surprisingly, we weren't the stereotypical 'it' clique, partying hard and drinking Vodka like water on the weekends. We were all pretty straight and narrow, and that was just the way we were.

When I heard what these people were whispering, I was even more irritated. I didn't know who 'they' were, nor did I know why they would want to 'get me', whatever that meant. I hadn't even seen them. I asked my table about it at lunch, but they all just looked away uncomfortably. A kid named Eric Yorkie mumbled that I would find out soon enough. Emmett, ever rambunctious, broke the tension by telling a dirty joke and the table erupted in loud, yet nervous laughter. Everyone at lunch seemed relaxed, and I looked around to see if there was any elite group that had that certain 'je ne sais quoi' about them, but there was none. I gave up and enjoyed the rest of my lunch with my newfound group of friends.

I handed my slip to Mr. Banner, which he then signed, returned to me along with a textbook, and directed me to my seat, all the way across the room from Angela. She gave me an encouraging smile from her place next to another kid from our lunch table, Mike Newton.

Mr. Banner explained to me that the person who sat next to me would be my partner for the whole year. I nodded, but when I arrived to the familiar black-topped desk, there was no one there. That was fine, I was good at science and didn't really have the need for a partner. If no one sat next to me, I wouldn't have to answer their mundane questions about why I moved or what my life was like in Chicago. I could enjoy the peace and quiet.

I would realize much later that I spoke too soon.

I drummed my fingers on the table in a familiar beat, the tune of Esme's song. I nearly got lost in the nonexistent music before Mr. Banner finally called the class to order. Everyone got quiet for the most part. I paid rapid attention to the introduction of the subject, only to find that I had already studied this. Bored, I let my attention wander.

I heard intense whispers from the back of the classroom, but I ignored them. I had somewhat gotten used to it. It would probably stop in a week or so, enough time for them to adjust to the idea of a new student. It would become old news as soon as the next piece of gossip came along.

Wrong.

Just when I had started doodling on a blank page in my notebook, I noticed that Mr. Banner had stopped talking. I could hear the distinct noise of heels on the tile right outside of the class. The class was getting quieter and quieter until the door opened.

The class fell silent immediately.

The culprit stepped into the room and walked over to Mr. Banner, leaning over to whisper in his ear. Mr. Banner looked panicked for a moment, and I swore I saw sweat forming on his forehead. When she finished, she pulled away and waited calmly for his reply. He simply nodded and gestured for her to take a seat…next to me.

As she walked slowly over to me, I got a good look at her.

And Christ, I wasn't disappointed.

Pale, creamy skin to die for. I didn't know how much the cosmetic industry made a year from women who would kill to have skin like hers, and she just came with it. Her hair was a lustrous mahogany brown that hung down to her waist. It framed her heart shaped face perfectly. Her plump lips were a little too full for her thin jaw, but that just made her more beautiful. I thought I had seen the epitome of God's creation, until I got to her eyes.

Brown. The most common eye color in the world, but somehow unique to hers. Most people didn't like brown eyes because the of the lack of depth, but that wasn't her case. They were expressive, almost like a sea of chocolate. I'd probably never want to venture into them. I'd get lost within seconds.

I scanned her up and down, taking my time as she was taking hers. A low cut shirt hugged her torso, her hair coming down to cover her breasts perfectly, making them that much more enticing. Her waist was the tiny thing that every woman wanted. I usually liked a girl with curves, and she had those too. There was no subtle flare of her hips and bottom. They were large and luscious, just like every woman's should be. The skirt she wore was indecently short, showing off her endless legs that ended in designer shoes.

By the time I was done with my inventory, she had already arrived at the desk. She gracefully set down her Prada bag on the floor before sitting down and crossing her legs, all lady-like. She placed her elbows on the desk and her hands formed a sort of steeple on which she rested her chin. Her eyes were looking forward, seemingly taking in Banner's lecture. It had resumed in the time I took to, as some would say, 'check her out'. I snapped out of the trance she put me in and looked around.

The rest of the class was anxious on their seats, their foots bobbing up and down as they took notes furiously. People kept shooting nervous glances at the mystery woman next to me, but she took no notice. I looked over at Angela and she caught my gaze. Her face was horrified, and her eyes were torn between mine and her. I sent her a questioning look, and she just answered me with an apologetic grimace before turning back to the front. I shook my head and also turned back to the lecture, wondering when I'd actually get some answers.

She was obviously one of the notorious 'them'.

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BPOV

I took a puff of my Camel's cigarette, blowing it in the opposite direction of Rose's face. I wasn't actually looking at her, but it didn't matter anyway. I knew where she was no matter what I was looking at.

"Have you seen the new kid yet?" Alice asked, taking a puff of her own cigarette. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Rose give a tiny head shake.

"Not yet. Everyone is saying he's to die for," she answered in the most bored tone she could muster. I shrugged, and they knew I hadn't seen him either.

This was how we spent our lunches. We refused to eat the disgusting shit they called food in the cafeteria, and the people at this school were terrified of us. Needless to say, it made for a less than okay lunch period. We preferred to come outside to the memorial bench dedicated to Chief Swan, my father's grandfather. Students weren't allowed to sit here, but that didn't apply to us.

A freshman was hurrying to lunch, probably after staying with a teacher to discuss some trivial shit. He passed by our table, shooting us a long glance. I raised my eyes to his. His eyes widened in fear as I stared at him. Not glaring, just looking at him from beneath my lashes. He let out a small squeak before sprinting off to the lunchroom. I looked back down at the table and smiled a small, nearly imperceptible smile.

"I think you just gave the boy diarrhea," Rose commented while studying her nails. Alice ignored the conversation, deciding it was too boring to partake in.

"Hmm," I murmured before taking another puff. In the distance, we heard the bell ringing, alerting us that it was time for fifth period to begin.

"Want to ditch Calc?" Alice asked Rose. Rose sighed and mhm'd. I almost rolled my eyes, but I was too bored to.

"It shouldn't even be called ditching anymore. You two never show up," I said airily. The both gave a giggle, then silenced.

"I guess I'll actually go to class today. I don't have anything else to do."

"James said he'd drop us off some x," Alice informed me, blowing on her wet nails. I shrugged.

"Okay," which, you know, kind of sounded like 'okay' but to us it was like 'if you don't get me the shit I paid for I'll kill your ass'.

I walked off at a snail's pace for the worst class ever invented; Biology. It was no wonder I never came to this class. My intolerance for boredom was well known, and if I decided to grace a teacher with my presence, it was because I found his or her class semi-entertaining.

"Oh, Bella?" Alice called. I halted my steps, still close enough to hear her indoor voice.

"If you see the new guy, tell us? You know what we like," she requested sweetly. I smirked and inclined my head minimally before taking off again, as slow as before.

As sweet and nonchalant as Alice acted, I knew there was an intense excitement brewing in her tiny body. It was inside Rose and me as well; new meat. Halfway through this year, the dimwitted male population of Forks High finally figured out our game, after we had played with every boy here. With the new boy, who was reportedly a beautiful specimen, came opportunity for some fun in this lifeless town. He wouldn't know what we were doing, and if anyone in this school knew what was good for them, they wouldn't say anything to him either.

Alice and Rose were the most important people in my life, but I desperately hoped this guy was my type. If he wasn't, I wouldn't touch him, and if he was, they wouldn't touch him. It was an understanding that went without saying. I really did want him to be something I'd like; it had been too long since I had a good, really mind blowing fuck. It had been long for Rose and Alice too, but I couldn't find it in me to care. I was too selfish, and it should've bothered me, but it didn't.

I passed the bathroom in the science building and smirked at my findings.

Emmett McCarty.

Rose had gotten him so good last year, she almost felt bad. To this day, she called him her biggest victory, both literally and figuratively. He was easily the most built and buff guy at this school. He was incredibly physical, exactly what Rose went crazy for. He kept good company also, best friends with Jasper Hale. Jasper was an interesting character. I recalled the fake conversations I had to hold with him when Alice was playing with him. He was actually intelligent. When Alice got him, she was on cloud nine. Coincidentally, it happened during the same weekend Rose crushed Emmett. They both came to school that Monday with giddy smiles on their faces. By then, the rest of the school suspected something and when they saw the huge grins, they were already looking for their victims, wondering if they would even show their faces at school today. It was possible, and not improbable that they transferred. It had happened before, more than once.

But no, like the fucking brave little tigers, they showed up at school that day, but it was easily remarked that they weren't the same Emmett and Jasper. Their eyes no longer held laughter or serenity, only cold, anger, and depression.

I grinned at the memory, proud of my friends for their accomplishments. I was still in the hallway with Emmett, still not walking any faster. He had paused just outside the men's room to give me a dead, cold stare. I smiled happily at him, to which he shook his head and entered the bathroom, pushing it harder than necessary. I laughed the rest of my walk down that hallway before I sobered just before turning into the Biology hallway.

The sound of my Louboutins against the tile floor comforted me as I made my way into Mr. Banner's room, but I still couldn't help but wonder why the hell I came to class in the first place. It was boring beyond comprehension, and he was an incompetent teacher. I technically didn't need to come to any classes. I got straight As either way. It kept daddy happy enough to leave me alone and stay away from Forks, just where I liked him. Alice couldn't touch him there.

I shuddered away from that thought as I finally came to the heavy wooden door that would lead to my next hour of hell. I heard the class getting quieter and I smiled at the familiarity. That always happened when one of us walked into a room, no matter where.

I pushed open the door and stepped inside, taking my sweet time. Banner had stopped talking, perspiring with anxiety at my close presence. I smirked and strutted up to him, knowing that he was trying to look anywhere but the tempting sway of my hips. Banner wasn't the best lay I'd ever had, but he was a dirty talker, just how I liked it. I walked slowly to him to feed him some bullshit excuse for my tardiness.

"I'm sorry. I was in for help with Mr. Varner," I whispered into his ear, making sure to blow into it the tiniest bit. He fought a shudder, as if I wouldn't notice. I'm Bella Swan. I invented the shudder.

He nodded meekly in return and motioned for me to get to my seat. I rolled my eyes this time, as if I couldn't figure that out myself. I sauntered over to my desk, just like I do everything; slow. I didn't expect the marvelous sight that greeted me.

Bronze untidy hair set perfectly on top of a beautiful head, clearly chiseled by the best artist money couldn't even buy. His jaw and nose were angular, cheek bones high, and lips made to perfection. They would fit perfectly with mine. His eyes were the most piercing, brilliant green I had ever seen in my seventeen years, and I had seen a lot. They were perfect. He wasn't totally ripped, but lean and slightly lanky. His fingers were sprawled across the table as if it were a piano, which made me think that he most likely did play the instrument. His fingers were incredibly long, almost as if they were created to be inside me. But I didn't just want his fingers, I wanted all of him.

And I knew he was mine.

Alice wouldn't like the odd colored hair, and Rosalie wouldn't like his lack of bulky muscles. I loved his Greek God likeness. He had a mannered, proper aura about him. Perfect. He was probably a virgin, and didn't even touch himself. I laughed at that inside my head. I'd show him what it was like to need release so badly, he'd have to use his own hand. My prayers were answered. He was mine, the flashy, shiny new toy.

It didn't take much to figure out that he was checking me out as well. I knew he liked what he saw by the way his eyes got just a shade darker as he gawked at me ravenously. He probably didn't know that was the expression on his face; he was innocent. I always longed to corrupt the naïve and virginal. It gave me so much power, and that was what this life was all about. I already had a considerable amount, but there was no feeling like hearing your name be the first to leave a man's name in ecstasy.

"Mr. Cullen?" Banner called. The God answered Banner's question correctly, and Banner went on with his stupid lecture on meiosis. Thankfully, it didn't take the entire hour to explain it to the rest of these idiots, so he let the class talk freely for the rest of the period. I turned my head barely a sixth of an inch towards Mr. Cullen, and I know he noticed. He would probably notice if I swallowed, he was so watchful. No surprise there, if anyone got the honor of sitting next to one of us, that was usually how it was.

"Hello," a musical voice said to my left. Inwardly, I grinned. He was making it too easy. I arched an eyebrow to show that I'd heard him.

"My name is Edward Cullen, I'm new here?"

It came out as more of a question, and I had to fight back the giggle that was threatening to escape. He needn't know how much I was enjoying this. I pursed my lips and pretended not to have heard him before I introduced myself.

"Bella Swan," I said simply before ignoring him altogether. We'd have plenty of time to talk later on. If this was the only bit of fun I'd have in a while, I wanted to prolong it. That meant give him a little, take much more, and keep him wanting more. Easy.

When the bell rang, he quickly collected his books and placed them inside his plain black backpack. I picked up my Prada bag, slung it over my shoulder, and stood.

"Well, Mr. Cullen, I hope you enjoy your time at Forks High," and I hope you enjoy getting your heart ripped out.

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EPOV

I slid down to the floor, my back to the wall, and hugged my knees to my chest. The fetal position seemed the best right now. It would help me stay together. I was coming apart at the seams, and she just sat there, on my bed, looking sexier than ever. Her eyes were all over my room, bored, while I was breaking beyond repair.

"I love the color of your room. Tell Esme I said that," she threw her head back and laughed.

"What. The. Fuck. Bella?" I choked out. She smiled and shook her head, coming over to me in just my shirt.

"You're my greatest victory, Edward. I had originally prepared to draw this out as long as possible, but you just went and made that easier for me…by making this harder for me," she frowned slightly at the oxymoron, before giggling.

"You were stubborn. You didn't want to trust me. That has never happened to me before, Edward. But thank you, really. Now that I've won…well, it's just better, isn't it? You were so reluctant, and for a second I really thought that you wouldn't give in. And then you do…it was perfect, Edward. I had so much fun! Thank you!" She launched herself at me, laughing and hugging me. I tried to shrug away, but I couldn't. I was already too addicted to her touch. I spilled tears onto her shirt, well my shirt, and she pulled back, disgusted.

"What a pussy," she muttered before unbuttoning the shirt and sliding it off. I couldn't even enjoy it; I was too angry, too heart broken. She went over to the couch and pulled a nightgown out of her overnight bag.

"You can sleep there if you want. I'll take the bed," she said and she did just that. She strayed over to my bed, airy, bored, and sloth-like as always. If anyone ever said they knew someone slower than Bella Swan, Alice Brandon, and Rosalie Hale, I'd laugh hysterically at them. She moved as though she wanted everyone to see her every move, which I realized she probably did.

Vainpsychobitch.

"Fuck off, Bella," I said through my tears. All I received was a short bark of laughter before the lights were turned off and we were submerged in darkness.

She ripped my heart out, just like people warned me. I hope someone warns her. I'm getting her and her two friends for all they're worth.

I'll rip their hearts out.

A/N: See, I'm doing something semi productive, right? Haha, don't worry, the next Dirty Dancing update is coming, I swear! But when you get an idea, you have to get it down, don't you?

Review and tell me if I should continue with that story or not.

(After I finish with Dirty Dancing, of course.)