Sorry it took so long to update. My grandma is in the hospital after a car wreck and my uncle might have cancer so it's been a stressful couple of months. But I promise I'll try to update I think I might switch this story's rating to M. I don't think I have anything graphic in any of my stories but just in case some of Edward's naughty thoughts slip out I might have to change it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I'm just manipulating Stephenie's characters into doing whatever I please
Chapter 3: Crazy For This Girl
As I drove back home I couldn't get my mind off of her. Her beautiful brown hair. Her luscious lips that I ached to kiss. Her bottomless eyes. Her
baby soft skin. Every time I see her I've barely been able to deny myself the urge to suck, bite, and lick the hollow of her neck. I wanted to her so
badly, ached for it. She is so beautiful, inside and out, and she doesn't even know it. Stupid Emmett. He's always been the one with all the luck. I
mean, sure I could get some decent girls too, but they were all had ugly personalities. In high school I thought I was the luckiest bastard alive
I had all the skanks falling all over me. They were all to stupid to realize that I was just using them for sex I wanted nothing to do with the person
behind the pretty face and big breasts. About two years ago I was getting really bored with my type of lifestyle and, if I'm being completely honest
with myself, I was ashamed that I had made myself into the biggest man-whore on campus. So I went to the clinic and got tested for STD and
thanked my lucky stars I didn't have anything, which was a miracle really.
Then I decided that I'd find a nice girl and try to have a steady, healthy relationship. This proved to be much more difficult than I thought it would
be. After about a month of searching I finally found Crystal. A petite, red haired, smart, and sexy woman. The first two months of that relationship
were pretty good, considering it was my first relationship. But I was getting really impatient with Crystal because we weren't having sex. I really
wanted to fuck her because all my friends had said that I was lucky because redheads were always best in bed. I didn't admit to them that i wasn't
sleeping with her. She said she wanted to wait, but hey, I'm a guy and I can only wait so long. Two months was a month and a half too long.
So I started to flirt shamelessly with other girls. I made out with a couple of them, but I didn't sleep with any. Eventually Crystal found out when
she heard one of the multiple rumors. I was actually surprised she hadn't found out before then.
Bella is the only other girl I thought was worthy enough to date, and I couldn't even have her because she belonged to the man I used to call
my long-lost brother. Bella was absolutely forbidden. Yet, when I got home and went into my bathroom to take a shower, I couldn't help but picture
her spread out before me.
The next morning as I was on my way over to Emmett's apartment I couldn't believe what I'd gotten myself into. Earlier this morning, while I was
sitting on my couch in my boxers eating a bowl of coa-coa puffs and watching reruns of The Simpsons, Emmett called and asked if I wanted to hang
out today. And before I even thought about the fact that me hanging out with Emmett today would most likely result in me being in the same room
as the girl of my forbidden fantasies and my best friend- her boyfriend, I told him I'd meet him at his place at 11. God must really hate me. I know I
do right now.
Once I was in front of their apartment I put the car in park and pulled down the vizier. Looking into the mirror, I ran my fingers through my hair,
trying to tame it as much as possibly. No luck. I slammed the vizier back up and scolded myself for trying to look good for Bella. It didn't matter she
wasn't mine. I shouldn't even want her this badly. I've only just met her. I'm just being stupid. Thinking that I wanted her when really all I wanted
was the thrill and excitement of a forbidden romance.
That didn't stop the dirty thoughts from entering my mind when she opened the door in long tan skater shorts, red converse, and a tight red
t-shirt that read You Can't touch This with a big smiley face in the corner. How ironic.
"Hey, come on in." She stepped to the side and let me in. As I was closing the door behind me she told me to sit down where ever and Emmett
would be out in a minute. "So, are you all settled at the house yet?" I think maybe she was feeling a bit awkward but even so I never pegged her
for one of those people who felt weird unless someone was talking. Another strike. See I really don't like her. Maybe just her body.
Once Emmett finally came out of their room, Bella and I had already talked about my living situation, were I hoped to move to when I got my residency, her writing, and her and Emmett. That conversation went a little something like this:
"So how long have you and Emmett been together?"
"Two years in three months," She told me with a small smile.
"Oh. Well congrats then." She laughed- God she has such a beautiful laugh- and asked me about my relationships. I told her I was involved right
now and that's when Emmett came out. He clapped his hands and rubbed them together, smirking.
"Let's get this party started!"
Bella brought out chips and salsa. Emmett turned on the Mets game and then pulled out a bunch of games. I knew what was going on. Emmett
always said the best way to get to know a person was over a couple of board games. He wanted me and Bella to get to know each other and like
one another.
This was going to be hell.
