Disclaimer: I don't own the characters in Twilight, nor will I ever. Unfortunate, this is.

Author's Note: So lately, I've been doing some thinking. And I decided that Prep shouldn't really be rated T, because when I looked at the descriptions of the ratings, this is what T said:

Suitable for teens, 13 years and older, with some violence, minor coarse language, and minor suggestive adult themes.

And then I scrolled to M:

Not suitable for children or teens below the age of 16 with possible strong but non-explicit adult themes, references to violence, and strong coarse language.

Prep only falls in the possible strong but non-explicit adult themes category, and I don't plan on detailing anything further than their kisses and perhaps some stripteases. For now, I'll just put an M at the top of the chapter if it has either of those two... things.

Although Prep should be rated M just in case, I'm not going to change the actual rating for the story. The main reason for this is that I'm selfish-- if you haven't noticed this, the archives automatically go to ratings K-T. I want more readers :) But I will put in the summary Rated M for future chapters- NO LEMONS cause I don't roll that way. No lemons.

OKAY NOW YOU CAN READ

Thank you FRK921 for beta...ing this story! YAY

Chapter 15: Expedition

"Ew, Bella, stop looking like that," Tanya groaned. "You look like you're enjoying a sexual fantasy… probably reliving last night, because it's the only time you'll get it." She snickered, and I simply rolled my eyes, trying to ignore her. She scoffed, not giving up. "At least Edward went to me willingly." I picked up my stride, desperate to be away from her. Tanya could tell that she struck a nerve, and let everything settle. There was something off in her voice, but I couldn't exactly place what it was.

I pushed open the wooden door that led to the office, and strode with what I hoped to be confidence up to the front desk. My eyes glued themselves to the desk that split the office in half. I heard Tanya shuffle in behind me, and heave a great sigh.

"Miss Swan, Miss Denali." Mrs. Glass looked at each of us as she said our names. I nodded slightly in acknowledgement. Tanya sighed again, and I whirled around to glare at her. But as soon as my eyes made contact with her face, I felt a pang of guilt. Her cheek was cut open slightly—I had forgotten about the ring I always wore that my mother gave me three years ago. It was a silver claddagh ring with a sapphire heart. It was currently on my right hand with the heart pointing outwards—the hand I had used to punch Tanya. I looked from my hand to her cheek, then back again, my eyes and mouth both wide open in horror. I made a mental note to change the position of my ring.

Tanya was pressing her fingers lightly to her swollen cheek, wincing. I winced as well; it was like feeling her pain. I took a hesitant step towards her, and Tanya's eyes widened in… fear? No, that couldn't be right. Her lips curled downwards in a frown, her brows furrowing. I stopped in my tracks, and turned around. I heard Tanya exhale in relief behind me. I tried not to pay attention.

"Into the Headmaster's office," Mrs. Glass ordered, directing us to a plain wooden door to the left of the desk. Tanya brushed past me through the door, and was already seated in one of the wooden chairs when I entered after her. I looked guiltily from her to the Headmaster, who was glaring at me. I immediately sat down in the seat next to Tanya, blushing deeply.

"Girls," Headmaster Alistair greeted coldly. "You do know why you are here. Explain yourselves," he demanded. I opened my mouth to speak, but Tanya beat me to it.

"I was just talking to Bella, and all of a sudden, she starts punching me!" she exclaimed, tears dripping out of her eyes. The headmaster waited for her to continue, but she never did. He turned to me instead.

"Miss Swan, what is your side of the story?" I sighed, glancing at Tanya—who had a hand on her cut cheek—then returned my attention to the Headmaster.

"I walked into my math class, laughing, because Alice was telling me a funny story. There were only two seats left, and I had to take the one next to Tanya," I recalled, replaying the event in my mind. "After about fifteen minutes, she asked me when the baby was due." I turned my head to glare at Tanya, who was blushing. "First off, I've never had sex in my life, and second, you have no right to intrude on my life like that," I snapped, looking back at Headmaster Alistair. His facial features were impassive, and he waited for me to go on. "She asked me how much he cost. It took all of my energy not to slap her. But when she told me that Edward could get any girl he wanted, and didn't know why he chose me. She told me he was going to leave me. Then, I snapped," I finished simply, my fists clenching again. He nodded slowly, looking from Tanya to myself.

"Girls, this behavior is intolerable at Riverside. You should both know that there is a three strike rule here. Consider this your first strike. You are both suspended for five school days. You are excused." Suspended? For five days? I felt the color drain out of my face. I had never before gotten in trouble, let alone suspended. I stood up abruptly, and walked swiftly out of the room. I managed to make it out the doors before the tears came.

The salty water coursed like a river down my cheeks without my permission. I angrily wiped them away, quickening my pace. I pushed open the glass doors to my building, oblivious to Ryan's concerned stare. I jabbed the button for the elevator, and waited impatiently for the contraption to arrive. I slid through the half open doors, pressing the button for level four repeatedly. The elevator moved slower than I could have ever imagined. A small ding resounded throughout the metallic chamber, and I rushed out of the doors, down the hall and into my room. I slammed the door behind me and collapsed on my bed, succumbing to my tears.

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I must have fallen asleep sometime during my sob fest, because the next thing I knew, I was adapting to my surroundings. There were voices; my body immediately tensed. I wasn't generally a violent person, but today, I was on edge. The noises sounded unfamiliar, but they were unfocused, vague. I wouldn't have been able to place the language they were speaking, but I naturally assumed English. Everything was so hazy; as soon as I realized this, my senses sharpened, and a strange sensation came over me. It felt like everything was rushing towards me at a thousand miles an hour, but I knew I was stationary. Vertigo. My mind put a name to something I had never experience. That had never happened before.

But now, the voices were clear. One was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard, and the other was comforting… it reminded me of home. But something was off about these familiar voices; they seemed too concerned.

"There is nothing wrong with her," one said, though he didn't seem to believe himself.

"All the same, we should get her to the infirmary," the other argued, sounding strained. He sounded like an angel; the angel shouldn't be strained.

"What even happened?" the first mumbled, and I felt a warm hand being placed on my forehead.

"I don't know," the second mused. I felt another hand, cooler this time, trace my eyelids. "Ask Alice." I finally recognized the angel's voice. My eyes opened, stinging slightly. The angel's face loomed above me, looking as glorious as ever. His green eyes were glinting with euphoria, and his bronze hair seemed to quiver in excitement. I almost laughed at his exuberant expression, but my lips were busy at the moment.

"Get a room," complained the second voice, scoffing in disgust. I felt a growl rumble deep in my angel's chest, and I lightly pressed my palm to it, trying to muffle the sound.

"Edward, don't," I mumbled, almost inaudibly. Edward sighed, and grudgingly obliged. I turned towards the other person, and smiled when I recognized the tall form of Jacob Black. "Hey, Jake!" I greeted him, attempting the same cheeriness Edward had recently unleashed on me. However, I failed—rather miserably. Jacob offered me a forced smile, which looked more like a grimace, before he bolted from the room. I watched him curiously.

"Wonder what that was all about," I reflected aloud, receiving only a shrug as an answer from Edward. I turned to look back at him, and saw a fierce battle raging in his eyes.

It truly frightened me.

I instinctively shied away from him, but part of my brain itched to know the problem. He was glaring at the door, his jaw set and his lips pressed in a tight line. His brow was furrowed in obvious distaste. For a few moments, all was still and silent. Finally, his harsh gaze softened, and he turned to face me.

"I'm sorry you're plagued with that… with that… dog." He spit out the final word venomously. I watched him incredulously.

"Jacob is my friend," I squeaked, looking away from Edward. The fury had returned.

"He's no good," he hissed. I flinched. After all I had been through today, I didn't need to be lectured on who my friends were.

"Edward, I can choose my own friends," I declared with more strength than before. He snorted, and I glared at him. "Jacob has been my friend for ages. Butt out." He laughed cruelly, and I flinched again. Where was all of this coldness coming from? The Edward I had grown to love-- very quickly, might I add-- never acted this way.

And then it clicked.

"Edward Anthony Cullen, are you… jealous?" I asked, completely bewildered. I turned back to him, all pretenses lost. I wanted to find out what the hell that whole ordeal was about. Edward looked slightly flustered, and ran his fingers through his bronze hair. I wanted to knock his hand out of the way and feel the bronze silk for myself, but I decided that would not help me get the answers I so desired. He raked his fingers through the bronze mess atop his head once, twice, three times. I waited eagerly for him to confirm or deny my suspicions. He glanced quickly at me, his emerald gaze locking on my boring brown, and I swore I saw a hint of pink flash across his cheekbones.

I would have to make this god flustered more often.

"Well…" he started hesitantly. "I wouldn't necessarily call it jealousy…" he hedged, quickly averting his gaze. I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

"Lies," I replied simply. "You're jealous, Edward." I appraised him, smirking when his blush justified my supposition. I noticed his legs folded Indian style next to me, his hands clasped together on his lap. My smirk grew more pronounced as I sat up in bed, and knelt in front of him, resting my hands on his knees.

"You know what I think about jealousy, Edward?" I purred in what I hoped to be a seductive voice. To be honest, I thought I sounded a bit like Lauren; but Edward gulped audibly.

"Why aren't you in class?" he asked quickly, trying to deter the inevitable—his confession of jealousy. I would answer that later. I leaned in closer to him, so our noses just touched. My eyes connected with his viridescent gaze, and I spotted the flecks of gold immediately. I tilted my chin slightly so that my lips just brushed against his.

"I think you look very, very cute when you're jealous," I breathed against his lips. His hands unfolded from his lap, and found their way to my body—one on my back, and one in my hair.

"I love you," he reminded me, before pressing his lips to mine. They moved together in a mix of love and lust, with a touch of urgency; it was as if he couldn't get enough of me fast enough. My hands immediately moved to the back of his head, tangling in his bronze locks, and pulled him closer to me. I felt his cool hands cup my bottom, before he lifted me onto his lap. He tilted his chin upwards, and mine automatically moved downwards, both intending to deepen the kiss. His fingers played with the hem of my shirt-- which was actually his— but didn't make a move to remove it. For this, I was grateful—if I let Edward get too far, I would certainly not be able to push him off. Not that I particularly wanted to, but I wanted to protect my virtue. His tongue trailed along my lower lip, and I instantly granted his wish. Our tongues danced in harmony for a few heated minutes. Oxygen seemed to not be an issue. When Edward separated his lips from mine, I missed his touch immediately. I trailed my nose along his jaw, desperate for the connection. He chuckled throatily, his fingers running through my hair.

"Aren't you going to answer my question?" Question? What question? I quickly flipped through all of my memories of the past few minutes, but everything was tainted with that passionate kiss. "Why weren't you in class?" He puckered a perfectly shaped eyebrow, one side of his lips curling upwards into that crooked smile of his. Any resistance that I had unconsciously been building up against this question melted with that smile.

"I was suspended for beating the crap out of Tanya," I confessed to the skin of his neck. He chuckled, seemingly amused. He placed a finger under my chin, and gently tilted it upwards so my eyes could meet his again. I blushed slightly; the humor was clear in his dancing green eyes.

"Bella, Bella, Bella..." he murmured, closing his eyes for a moment. He shook his head, the half smile still gracing his full lips. "You make everything so difficult for me… I want to spend every moment with you. I want to skip my classes so I can keep you company. I want to skip track practice to keep you entertained. I want to have you curl up in my arms every night so I can hum you to sleep. I have done everything that I wanted, but I want to do it again. And each time I do one of these things, the… need… to be near you increases. I've skipped classes; though they are so easy for me, I cannot complete the homework as I don't know what it is. I can catch up easily, but it takes away from the time I can spend with you. I've skipped track practice—which is every day—and coach threatened to withdraw my captaincy if I didn't get my act together." I opened my mouth to protest. Why was he risking his place at this school for me? But he pressed on, placing a single slender finger to my mouth to silence me. "I've had you curl up in my arms to sleep, only to be awoken by an unwanted interruption." Such as nightmares or vomiting. He watched me for a moment, waiting for me to say something. I couldn't find words to describe my current feelings. "I can't do that anymore, Bella. I love you, but I can't." Well, that was a relief.

"I don't want you to risk everything just to keep me company," I started quietly. "I have friends, you know," I teased, attempting to brighten the mood slightly. He chuckled, and I smiled victoriously.

"I still don't want you hanging out with Jacob," he cautioned, before placing a chaste kiss on my lips. My faltered slightly. I sighed deeply before responding.

"Edward, you can't control who my friends are." He was shaking his head before I finished. "Don't you realize that I love you, and only you? Sure, Jacob is like my brother, but you're my soul mate." His lips pressed were on mine again, and my back arched slightly, pressing myself closer. He carefully lowered me to the bed, rolling onto his side. He shifted away from me slightly, so he wouldn't be tempted to make love to me right now.

Abstinence… I reminded myself warily. What was even the point? I love Edward, and I always will. Why wait?

.:.

January flowed into February, which brought frostier weather. Snow was falling more frequently, blanketing the campus in a sheet of white. Snowball fights were prevalent, and during my suspension, I generally remained in my dorm room.

I was thankful that Edward went to school and practice instead of visiting me, but it got quite lonely during the day. Alice and Rosalie sometimes tried to get me out of my room, but I refused to leave campus. Shopping was out. Emmett and Jasper helped a lot, with Emmett's obvious humor and Jasper's strange empathy. But they weren't around as often—they had to train for the upcoming baseball season. I thought that Edward played baseball as well—he showed interest in it-- but he continued with track year round.

There was a little less than two weeks before the fourteenth. Jacob visited me whenever Alice, Rosalie, Emmett or Jasper weren't around. We rarely talked about the upcoming dance, instead choosing to focus on the many years that passed without acquaintance.

It was one such day when my dorm door burst open. Jacob was sitting on my bed, telling me about his father's crippled condition, rendering him incapable of walking and driving. I was laughing loudly when he told me about Billy racing down the hills, going thirty miles an hour at max. Edward chose this moment to enter the room, and glare at the both of us. Jake stopped talking immediately, and met Edward's cold glare. I turned to stare at him.

"Edward," I said quietly, my voice strained. His eyes didn't stray from Jacob's, and he only tilted his chin slightly in my direction. "Edward, don't. Just let it go," I pleaded, standing up and walking over to him. I lightly traced the perfect contours of his chest.

He still didn't look at me.

"I'll see you later, Bella." Jacob's words were slightly rushed, and had an icy edge to them. He pushed past Edward and I, and Edward watched him leave. I groaned in frustration, and leaned my forehead against his strong chest. His arms wrapped protectively around me, and I sighed.

"Edward, why did you scare him off?" I demanded in a low voice. Edward paused—I imagined him rolling his eyes. Then he pressed his lips to my hair. "He's my friend."

"Bella, I've told you before, and I'll tell you again, he's no good," he growled into my brown locks. I shook my head slightly, and pushed him away.

"And I've told you before, and I'll tell you again, you can't control who my friends are. I'll never love Jake like I've loved you. Case closed." With that, I made my exit to Alice and Rosalie's room.

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Five days… five very long days…later, I was searching through my closet for a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. There was a scuffling outside the door, followed by an excited squeal. Alice, I thought with a grimace. The door flew open, revealing my pixie like best friend, along with her trusty comrade, the blonde bombshell. I chuckled to myself at the corny announcement.

"Hey there," I greeted them before turning back to scrounging through my closet. Alice huffed indignantly, and scurried over to my side. I heard Rosalie sigh, and I imagined her shaking her head, disgraced by her roommate and best friend. I glanced back at Rosalie, but my gaze caught on Alice's horrified stare. "What…?" I asked slowly, feeling scared. Her gaze flickered from me, to my closet.

"Rose…" she started, taking a deep breath. "Emergency shopping expedition." She snatched my arm and dragged me halfway to the door before I realized what was going on. I tried to rip my arm out of her grip, but I failed. Miserably.

"No, Bella. Alice, we're taking my car. I just fixed up my engine, and I want to see how it rolls. But only… three shops today. At the most," Rosalie decided, taking my other hand. They pulled me out to a bright red convertible. "BMW M3 convertible, complete with a retractable hard roof, M series gills and matching chrome plated steel exhaust pipes. Got a six speed transmission and a V8 hard rev engine. It slices effortlessly through air with its intelligent aerodynamics," she noted lovingly. I rolled my eyes.

"I don't speak car and driver," I reminded her. Rosalie laughed loudly before stepping into her ostentatious car.

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"I am not getting those! It's the middle of winter!" I exclaimed indignantly, glaring at the offending shoes. They were gladiator style sandals, buckling halfway up my calf. They had a strange python like pattern on the leather. I honestly thought they were hideous.

"Bella, fashion doesn't wait for the change of weather!" Alice exclaimed, shoving the sandals my way.

"I don't like them," I shot back, turning away and crossing my arms. Alice huffed, and turned to find another pair. These ones also had no heel, but only one strap around the ankle. There were two skinny straps across the foot, and a line of chunky crystals creating a t-strap.

"Stuart Weizman Appetize," Alice explained with a smile at my struck features. She forced the shoes in my direction, and I held them in silence. After a few minutes, Alice summoned me. I ambled over to her, still gazing at the shoes. It was strange, how some material items I grew attached to. She shoved two pairs of shoes in my face. One pair was close toed, and cobalt satin. The heel was… slender and high, there was no other way to explain it. I would break my neck. There was also a crystal brooch on the front. The pumps were pretty, but I couldn't pull them off. I shook my head slightly, turning my attention to the next pair. These were sandals, but the heel on them was also long and thin. There were two straps curving around each other to form a figure eight on the top, with two criss-crossing silver straps keeping the front part of the foot in. There was one more strap, this one slinging around the heel. The entire shoe was embossed with crystals, excluding the metallic silver heel. My jaw dropped in awe. Yes, the shoes were very beautiful, but where would I wear them? How would I walk in them? Most importantly, how would I pay for them?

Alice noticed my look of longing, and with a smirk, picked the shoe out of my hand, as well as the sandals I was holding. She tossed a pair of patent black flats with a cinch back and a gold medallion on the front in her arms as well. She loped gracefully towards the cash register, and had her card ready before I could move.

"Alice, no!" I called, rushing over to her. Alice rolled her eyes before handing the small piece of plastic to the saleswoman.

"Rose, you done?" Rosalie appeared next to the pixie, nodding. She held up a bag, which I assumed was full of shoes. Alice smiled brightly. "You picked out some for me too, right?" Another nod from Rosalie confirmed her assumption. "Excellent. I was a little busy with Bella. Now, we're off!" She exclaimed, snatching the bag that the saleswoman was pushing towards her. I grudgingly followed them to the next store.

Rosalie squealed in excitement, and scurried over to a rack. I widened my eyes—this was a reaction I could expect from Alice, not Rose. I followed her, curious to find out what excited her.

"Bella! Try this on now!" She shoved a light colored dress towards me. I shuffled towards the dressing room mumbling curses under my breath. Once I closed the door and locked it, I took a look at the dress. It wasn't very simple, but it looked as if it would suit me all the same. It was a short light silver bubble dress with shimmering cut out trim. It had a silver sash that would tie just under my chest. I stripped down to my underwear, and pulled the dress over my head, tying it quickly behind my back. It touched just above my knees. I exited the dressing room, looking around for Alice and Rose. I spotted them chattering in front of a mirror, each clad in a dress as well. I didn't realize it had taken me so long to change. Alice was wearing a spaghetti strap sequin dress which flowed around the torso before tightening at the legs. Rose sported a bright strapless bubble dress with a black sequin embellished empire waist. I sighed longingly at them, wishing I looked even half as beautiful.

"Bella!" Alice exclaimed, her eyes bulging in the mirror as she took in my form. Rosalie whipped around to gaze at me with an open mouth. "You're a vision!"

"If I look like a vision, then you two are goddesses," I muttered. Not that this statement was unordinary—it was just clearer now than ever before.

"Well, it just so happens I bought these great pumps that will go with that dress," Rosalie noted, smirking widely. My eyes grew to the size of dinner plates.

"This is a joke, right?" I looked to them for confirmation. "It's a sick joke! You're spending thousands of dollars on me! Alice already bought me shoes!" I whined, looking frantically between both of them. I half expected them to start laughing, and end the prank.

That didn't happen.

Rosalie paid for my dress this time, much to my dismay. I argued with her for a good five minutes as we walked to our final destination.

"No," I stated firmly the moment I saw it. I refused to go into Victoria's Secret—knowing them, they would use it as an excuse to buy me something utterly indecent. They allowed me to browse through the Pink section of the store. I traced my fingers along the sleeve of the University of Texas one, where my mother had gone to college. I sighed, a wave of homesickness rushing over me. I tugged the sweatshirt off the rack, and trudged over to Rosalie and Alice. They were, as I predicted, looking through the lingerie.

"A sweatshirt?!" Alice cried in outrage as I showed her the purchase I wanted to make. I nodded silently. "I'll make you a deal. We let you get that sweatshirt, but you have to get…" She paused searching through the piles of lace. Rosalie pointed one out, and Alice held it up to me. "This."

"What's the point of getting that if I'm not going to show it off for anyone?" I challenged. Rosalie raised a brow, and Alice laughed. Loudly.

"Now that is a joke," Rosalie noted, smirking at me. I just stared at her, before it dawned on me.

"Edward and I are not having sex," I explained quickly, as my cheeks were stained a dark red.

"Maybe not yet, but someday; you know it's going to happen sooner rather than later." She winked, taking the offending object out of my sight. My thoughts strayed back to the gutter, where they had been earlier this week.

What would Edward think if I came prancing into his room wearing that? It was a black bra with a pink ruffle on the top, and pink stitching down the middle, completed with a tiny pink button between the two cups. The bottom part was a black thong with the same pink ruffles along the top edge. It was covered with a very short black skirt with little ribbons hanging off of it at intervals. To top it all off, a black garter belt with pink stitched into it was looped around the top of the hangar.

I meandered over to the register, where Alice was paying for the purchases this round. I picked up a light blue satin baby doll, which looked too big for her.

"Alice, I think you picked up the wrong size." Alice concentrated on handing the woman the card. After the card was returned, she grinned mischievously.

"They're for you. As are those." She motioned to the grey tank top and pink knit boxies that the woman was packing into a pink bag. I clenched my jaw, not wanting to rip the little pixie's hair out. I would regret that later.

Well, at least all of my purchases had crotches. I wasn't so sure about Alice and Rosalie though.

.:.

Three pairs of jeans, two pairs of trousers, five tops, one jacket, one velour track suit, one sweatshirt, two embarrassing ensembles, one new set of pajamas, two pairs of shoes and many complaints later, Rosalie tossed our shopping bags into the trunk of her car, and then clambered into the front seat.

"I can't believe how much we got out of three shops!" There was absolutely no way that four hours on a Sunday evening could be spent in three stores.

"Impossible," I murmured, staring at the trees whizzing by. My thoughts trailed back to Edward, and what he was doing now. "Alice, can I borrow your phone?" I asked quickly. She handed it over to me without inquiry. A devilish look crossed my face as I dialed the number that was permanently imprinted in my brain.

"Hello?" The musical voice chimed, almost robotically. I nearly melted in my seat at the sound of his voice.

"Hey Edward," I purred seductively into the phone.

"Bella? Where are you? Are you with Alice and Rosalie? Where did you go? Are you drunk?" I started to giggle uncontrollably—probably where Edward got the drunken indication. I sighed, composing myself.

"Edward, I am not drunk. Rose and Alice brought me on a shopping voyage so I would look good for my return to school tomorrow. You know how they are; they have to dress up the delinquents." Edward laughed, and I swooned on the spot.

"Bella? Bella, are you still there?" His voice sounded worried now. I must have been in my stupor longer than I thought.

"Edward? Bella just swooned at the thought of you, no big deal!" Rosalie called from the front seat. Edward, with his uncanny senses, must have heard her, for he laughed again. I furrowed my brows, and tightened my grip on her phone.

"How are you? What did you do today?" I shot at him, trying to avert the subject from the embarrassment I brought upon myself.

"I just ran a few laps around the track," Edward replied lazily. I waited for a moment before asking my next question.

"How many is a few?"

"Oh, you know, fifteen. No big deal," he responded, mimicking Rosalie. I laughed quietly. We continued our pointless banter until Rosalie pulled into a parking spot, and Alice demanded that I return her phone.

"Well, we're back. I'll see you in a few minutes," I alerted Edward.

"Okay, Emmett and Jasper are in my room, as well as some other guys from the track and baseball teams. I love you," he reminded me.

"I know. Love you too." I snapped the phone shut. "They're in Edward's room," I informed them before handing the phone back to the raven haired sprite. She was smiling brightly at me. "What?" I asked innocently, opening the car door. I loped to the trunk, taking out my bags. I waited for Rosalie and Alice—who was still giving me that brilliant, knowing smile—before returning to the dorm building.

Ryan waved at us from behind the desk, gazing intently at me. I smiled shyly back, before calling the elevator. Alice was still smiling, but Rosalie turned to glare at Ryan, whose face turned pale.

"Rosalie, stop being mean to him," I hissed as the elevator doors closed, separating Ryan from us. She rolled her eyes, and jabbed the button that led to Edward's floor.

"You love Edward!" Alice burst out excitedly. Rosalie and I exchanged confused glances. Alice definitely already knew that I love him.

"Yes. And…?" Alice raised a brow curiously. "You already knew that I love Edward," I prompted her slowly. She simply nodded, but the knowing smirk was still on her face. Moments later, the elevator doors slid open, and I led the way to Edward's suite. He was sitting on the dark leather couch, his eyes glued to the flat screen. Emmett and Jasper sat on either side of him, leaning closer towards the TV. There were three other boys and one girl, also watching the screen intently. I flicked my gaze to the screen as well, noting that they were watching a rerun of this year's Super Bowl, which had happened two weeks ago. I sighed, shaking my head slightly, before making a beeline to Edward. I plopped gracelessly on his lap, nearly toppling off. He caught me, chuckling musically again.

"Still falling for me," he remarked, and then captured my lips with a sweet kiss. My body responded immediately—my fingers reached up and knotted in his hair, pulling him closer. He tightened his arms around my waist, trailing his tongue along my bottom lip. I willingly parted my lips for him, letting our tongues dance together.

"You know," one of the boys said loudly, interrupting our heated little time bubble. I glared at the boy. He had brown hair and brown eyes, along with a small diamond stud in each earlobe. He grinned sheepishly at me.

"You shouldn't interrupt important things like this…" I trailed off, not knowing his name. He picked up on my intentions.

"Mark," he supplied.

"Mark. You shouldn't interrupt my time with my boyfriend," I scolded him.

"How about we make a deal. I don't interrupt you again, if you don't interrupt me and Meg." I nodded slightly before turning to look at the rest of the boys. Emmett hastened to introduce each one of them.

"Marky Mark here is on the football team with us. His girlfriend, Meghan. She's your age." He indicated to a pretty girl with very long, thick light brown hair, and hazel eyes. She smiled slightly at us, cuddling deeper into Mark's chest. "There's Tyler from the baseball team," he pointed to a tan boy with chin length dark hair and grey eyes. "And finally, we have Ian. I don't know what team he's on…" Ian had a long frame, and I guessed he was about the same height as Edward. He had short light brown hair, brilliant blue eyes, and skin tanner than Tyler's.

"I'm on the track team with Edward." Ian shot a grin at his teammate, which Edward returned without hesitation. I closed my eyes for a moment, taking a deep inhale of Edward's delicious scent.

"Everyone is a senior… except for you guys, Meghan and… Tyler. Youngins," Emmett continued, mumbling the last part. But everyone heard him, and exploded into laughter. Tyler sighed, stretching out along the floor.

"I have something to share with you all," he reported languidly. We waited for him to continue. "You know what's like math?" he inquired of us all. Our heads shook no in unison. "Sex is like math: you add the bed, subtract the clothes, divide the legs and hope you don't multiply!" he exclaimed, bursting into laughter. I stared at Tyler with wide eyes, and I was well aware that I wasn't the only one. I felt Edward shift under me, and his breath was suddenly tickling my ear.

"Want me to teach you some math?" he asked me. Courage rushed to my aid as I turned to him.

"Maybe later," I responded airily, giving him a seductive smile and a suggestive wink. His eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly, then closed again, like he was a fish. Absolutely priceless... I thought as I turned my attention back to everyone around me. My actions had gone unnoticed by everyone except Edward, thankfully.

Author's Note: Yay, another chapter done! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! Sorry I didn't get this out sooner... I swear I have an explanation. I typed a few pages, and then forgot to save. FUSTRATED, THAT IS WHAT I BECAME. Wait, I spelled that wrong.

Frusturated. Such a weird word.

Oh, and by the way, everything that is described is on that link on my author's profile thingy.

Anyways, please review: it motivates me to write faster :)