So, I kinda wrote this before any reviews of the first chapter so excuse me for not having incorporated stuff that was suggested in the reviews before…. Hope you enjoy!

EPOV

I couldn't believe they found yet ANOTHER tutor to help me. Ms. Wolf was a nice woman, but some things she just didn't understand. I didn't want any fucking help. So as I sat waiting for my "tutor" to come, I thought of all the ways I could blow him/her off so they wouldn't want to come back.

Then a girl walked in. Her face looked vaguely familiar, someone from my grade. But I couldn't quite remember her name. She was cute, which was going to make this whole thing harder because I hated to be an asshole to someone I didn't know, especially if they were a cute girl. Then she did something I wasn't expecting. She fucking slipped on the floor. I couldn't help it, I knew I was being a humongous asshole by not helping her and just laughing from where I sat, but I knew it would make the whole process shorter and it was pretty fucking funny if you ask me.

As she got up, all defensively with her shoulders pushed back, she turned her gaze to glare at me. I just had to stifle another laugh, because I knew she was going for intimidating but it was way too cute to be mean and frankly, she looked downright silly. Then Ms. Wolf went through the customary introduction, yada, yada, yada. And I found out her name was Bella. Isabella. Her name was cute too.

She came over and tried to be nice by introducing herself, but I didn't want to get her hopes up by pretending to be nice so I just shrugged it off and waited until Ms. Wolf left to give her the customary "I don't give a fuck" speech that had worked with the last three tutors, and I had a feeling, would work just fine on her too. Then I left as she gaped at me.

I felt a little bad. But it was fucking Friday. It's not like she really wanted to spend her Friday afternoon hanging out with a total stranger anyway and I needed a fix quick because I was starting to get all jittery.

When I got to the parking lot, instead of heading for my silver Volvo, I headed straight into the woods behind the school. I was going to the spot. I had told Jasper earlier to meet me there and what do ya know, he was waiting for me.

I let out a deep breath. The spot. I LOVED the spot. Not only because it was where I spent a good portion of my high school days getting high, but it was secluded, away from everything else. Just me and green, green forest, green leaves, green moss, and of course green weed. And technically, Jasper too, and Emmett occasionally, but most our time spent at the spot was silent. We didn't really talk much. Our friendships were based more on our common interests rather than our conversations.

"'Sup Jazz. Ready?"

"I was born ready." I chuckled. Leave it up to Jasper to say clichéd shit like that all the time.

We stayed there till the sun had almost completely set on the horizon by which point, I was completely stoned and wasn't at all coherent. I told Jazz I'd catch up with him later at Emmett's big party that night.

From then, things were kinda a blur. I knew I must have somehow gotten home and taken a shower because my hair was wet and I had changed clothes. I looked at my clock and realized it was almost 7:00 and that I was ridiculously hungry. I went down to the fridge and looked at all the food we had but nothing looked edible without heating and Esme, my mom, wasn't home to make me food so I just said fuck it and went to the pantry. I snacked on some chips while flipping through the channels. I didn't even really like TV. And when it got late enough that it was acceptable to show up at Emmett's, I drove over.

I forgot what number his house was but it was blatantly obvious from all the fucking noise coming from the house. I got out of the car, locked the doors, and strode up to the door. I didn't knock because no one would be able to fucking hear it and it just seemed stupid, Emmett's house was like my second home so it didn't fucking matter.

Just as I closed the door, a cup filled with some booze was shoved into my face and I took it gratefully. I found Emmett and gave him the customary nod and went to go find my usual place on the couch. I didn't dance, so the couch was like a safe haven for me, I wouldn't be faced with the awkward situation of having to refuse to dance.

Then I noticed a bunch of people crowding up in the open space of the living room. The girls were grinding with each other and of course all the guys were trying to get in on the action. As I sipped my drink, if you could call it that, it tasted awful, I looked around the room, not paying attention to anything in particular when I saw her. It was the same girl, Bella was her name? That I had blown off earlier in the middle of the dance floor. She seemed like she was having a lot of fun grinding up against her friends Angela and Jessica. I noticed her cute little face again, and her cute curls that I hadn't noticed before. And then her cute butt, which had, just a couple hours earlier, taken a hard beating on the tile floor. I chuckled at the thought and looked away, not wanting to be caught staring. I just kept sipping my drink, letting the warm tingles take over my body and my judgment. I was fairly sure I wouldn't be remembering anything about this night tomorrow.

BPOV

I couldn't help staying angry for long because after I got home I got a call from Jessica that Emmett was throwing a big party at his house and that she wanted to go. Why not? Fuck it. It was Friday and I wanted to have some fun. So I quickly made dinner for Charlie and told him I would be hanging out with Jessica. It was the truth, just not the whole truth. Of course if he heard it was a party he wouldn't let me go. He was the police chief in town and he knew what went down at parties, what parent didn't? Just most didn't bother acknowledging the fact that their kids did illegal things every weekend. It was easier to live in ignorance. Charlie thought it would be embarrassing if he had to bust a party and arrest his own daughter. But not to worry dad, I thought to myself, I don't drink.

Jessica picked me up around 9:00 and we drove to Emmett's house. Jessica couldn't stop talking about Mike Newton who she hoped she could make out with tonight in a one night drunken fling. I mean, she had had a thing for him since freshman year, but the only time he seemed interested in her was when he was completely intoxicated, so she took every opportunity she could get with the drunken Newton. Then she remembered about my tutoring. Fuck, why did she have to remind me? Now my mood was just as black as it had been earlier.

"So, how did tutoring go today? Who was it this time?"

I let out a deep sigh and said, "Edward Cullen." I was about to say more and rant about how much of an asshole he was but Jessica immediately butted in.

"Edward CULLEN? Seriously? You're soooo lucky. He's fucking gorgeous. Who wouldn't want to touch, I mean, tutor him?"

I couldn't help but agree, he was unbelievably beautiful. But I wasn't going to praise him. "Yeah, I guess. But he's a real ass though."

"Like I care." Typical Jessica comment, outward beauty is ALL that counts in her book. Thankfully I was spared from her going into further depth in her fantasies because we had reached Emmett's house. It was obvious which one it was because the music was so fucking loud, it could probably be heard across town.

We went inside and were immediately surrounded by other girlfriends and guys who were just hoping to get lucky. Honestly, guys had no class anymore, they just went for it from the beginning. We hadn't even gotten drinks in our hands yet!

I refused the red cup that was offered to me. Like I was going to try that shit? Who knows what they put in there. I opted for an empty red cup and filled it with water. No one would be paying enough attention to see that I didn't have real alcohol in my cup and I didn't really feel like being fucked with by some guy who would take advantage of my lack of judgment.

Then the party REALLY started. Everyone was tipsy, with the exception of me, and decided to start dancing in the middle of the living room. I never was a good dancer but everyone here would be too drunk to remember my embarrassing moves so it didn't really matter. Eventually things got really rowdy and everyone was grinding up against each other. I was laughing, sandwiched in between Jessica and Angela, singing along with the song and really getting into it when I noticed Edward sitting on the couch sipping away at his drink.

Fuck. Every time it seemed like I was having fun, he just had to show up and ruin my mood. I wasn't sure if I wanted to confront him at the party or not. After all, he had blown me off earlier, and I really wanted to rip his head off. So I decided I would fuck with him a little bit. He was probably half-drunk anyway and I really wanted to even the score.

So after the song finished, I told Jessica and Angela I needed a little break and they kept dancing as I squished my way off the makeshift dance floor. I picked my red cup up again and walked up to Edward on the couch. Because it was empty except for him, I took the seat next to him and positioned my body towards him. I took a sip, nonchalantly, and said,

"So how was the rest of your afternoon? Because you obviously had more important things to do than learning Biology." And I couldn't stop myself. I could not stop the pent up rage from seeping on through so I kept going, "Just a fun little fact about Biology that I forgot to mention earlier, if you wanted to learn more about the digestive system and how excrement leaves the body, and you typed in asshole on Google search, you know what picture would probably pop up first? Yours."

Okay, so it was cheesy and stupid. But I hope it had some affect. I always got mad at people but never expressed it in words. So for my first attempt, I was pretty pleased with myself. Until I realized Edward Cullen was trying to muffle a laugh again, which means I miserably failed at trying to be an ass. Fuck me. I couldn't hurt people's feelings for my life and by trying to even the score, I had just utterly embarrassed myself once more.

Okay, so I've never done an illegal substance… so I know weed doesn't probably really make you jittery but whatever… just a story right? Ha ha. Reviews are great!