I knew that I said writing would be slow, but I HAD to write this. I got the idea in my head, and then I wrote for, like, three straight hours. So, I'm sorry for telling you I'd be slow, and then posting this soon after!


"Shakespeare was not of an age, but for all time!" – Ben Jonson


Emmett's PoV

"Okay," Ms. Wallace called, attempting to grab everyone's attention.

I grumbled under my breath. Why did I let Bella drag me to a God damn play tryout? Oh, right. One free favour. Would my favour even be worth it for all of this?

There's one sexual fantasy I want to achieve, and I'm going to get Bella to help me with it.

I want Rosalie Hale. She's the craziest bitch I've ever met, and I've met a lot of women. I get hard just thinking of her sneer at me while she's on top–

Okay, time to stop. I don't need to be uncomfortably hard for another two fucking hours.

Anyway, I would use Bella to get Rosalie jealous. Somehow. I don't know if she even remembers my name, but we did bang in freshman year after the freshie party.

I was her first. And, fuck, did I ever feel bad about it. The next few weeks were hell for our little group. I was deemed a cherry popper and became really popular, to Rosalie's dismay. Alice got her braces caught on James's jeans somehow at school and the I.A. teacher, Mr. Gray, had to help them with that. Alice got called a whore multiple times until I got through to everyone. And, Bella. Fuck, this is when it all started, really. She was a cocky little shit in freshman year, and she used that to her advantage.

Needless to say, we started high school pretty well, if I do say so myself.

"Miss Swan, Mr. Cullen," Ms. Wallace chirped. "Would you mind reading act one, scene five? The bit where Romeo and Juliet converse?"

Bella huffed beside me and stood up, meeting Cullen in the middle of our drama circle.

"Go ahead, Edward," Ms. Wallace encouraged.

Cullen sighed. He didn't want to be here either. Well, too fuckin' bad, bucko. Get fuckin' used to it.

"'If I profane with my unworthiest hand/ This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:/ My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready to stand/ To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss,'" he quoted in a flat voice.

Ms. Wallace tsked at him and he rolled his eyes. I feel your pain, man.

Then Bella started, and I had to pay attention. Lord knows she'd ask a million questions about her performance tonight. Even if she hated Cullen, she loved this stuff harder. Shakespeare was her role model or some shit.

"'Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,/ Which mannerly devotion shows in this;/ For saints have hands that pilgrim's hands do touch,/ And palm to palm in holy palmer's kiss,'" she replied in that classy accent, pretty much pouring her heart and soul into a part she already had.

"Very good, Bella," Mc. Wallace commended with a clap and a smile. "Try to follow that up, Mr. Cullen."

I saw the competitive spark in his eyes. It was the same spark I saw before every sport we played together. It was also the same spark I saw before we won. Watch out, Bella, the boy's on fire.

"'Have not saints lips, and holy palmer's too?'" Cullen answered, his voice all deep and husky-like. It fuckin' creeped me out. I felt like I was walking in on a couple about to do the horizontal hustle.

"'Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer,'" Bella murmured fiercely. It was a warning to Cullen. They're fights cracked me up sometimes.

"'O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;/ They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair,'" Cullen answered with just as much fire.

The kid didn't know what he was talking about obviously. I'd watch this movie enough with my girls to know that Romeo and Juliet kiss in this scene. I resisted the urge to snort. This oughta be good.

Bella glared at Cullen when she uttered, "'Saints do not move, though grant for prayer's sake.'"

Cullen looked down at his script, obviously not phased by what he had to do. I'd punch him in his God damn pilgrim lips if he kissed her.

But, he continued on. "'Then move not while my prayer's effect I take./ This from my lips, by thine, my sin is purg'd.'" He grabbed Bella and kissed her affectionately on the lips.

The entire room burst out laughing and Ms. Wallace was crying tears of joy.

Bella finally pushed away, wiping her mouth on her sleeve. Oh, boy was she ever mad. I almost expected steam to come out of her ears.

"What the hell, Cullen? It's a tryout, not a God damn Broadway production!" she exclaimed angrily.

Cullen just looked dazed. Bella sat down beside me, still fuming. Cullen scowled and looked at nothing in particular before slowly making his way back to Rosalie and sitting down beside her. Lucky bastard.

"Want me to make his other eyes black, Bella?" I asked, discreetly glaring at him the entire time.

"I'd rather do it myself," she grumbled, crossing her arms and glaring at Cullen. "I have to get tutored by him tonight anyway."

I chuckled. Bella always got crazy around Cullen. Usually her hatred for him cracked me up. Hell, sometimes I even helped push it along. But not anymore. Cullen didn't just cross the line, he fucking danced all over it with a smile on his face. He hasn't seen my fury yet.

Ms. Wallace finally settled everyone down.

"Okay, now we'll have everyone that wants to try out for Mercutio come forth, please!"

Bella nudged me with her elbow. "It's the funny guy, 'member? He talks about sex–"

"Enough said," I assured her, standing up.

"Okay, turn to act one, scene four," Ms. Wallace announced. "You will all be reciting the Queen Mab soliloquy. All of it."

I looked at it. Shit it was long. I moved to the end of the line so I could have time to perfect my speech.

The other guys sucked chode. I definitely had a good chance at pleasing Bella with this. She'd have her out cut-out for her when I told her about my favour.

"Mr. McCarty?" Ms. Wallace asked. "Are you ready?"

I nodded with a broad grin. Then I started speaking in my best badass Shakespearean voice. "'O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you/ She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes/ In shape no bigger than an agate-stone/ On the forefinger of an alderman,/ Drawn with a team of little atomies/ Over men's noses as they lie asleep;/ Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs,/ The cover of the wings of grasshoppers,/ Her traces of the smallest spider web,/ Her collars of moonshine's wat'ry beams,/ Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film,/ Her waggoner a small grey-coated gnat,/ Not half so big as a round little worm/ Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid;/ Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut/ Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub,/ Time out o' mind the faires' coachmakers./ And in this state she gallops night by night/ Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love.'" I thrust my hips with a short laugh, and then entire circle joined in laughing.

"Sit down, Mr. McCarty!" Ms. Wallace exclaimed. Her face was tomato red. "But, very good."

I snorted and flopped back into my chair between Alice and Bella.

A few more parts were tried out for, and then they began casting the Nurse to Juliet. Both Alice and Rosalie got up. This would be interesting.

Rosalie went first, and she did good, but she looked even better. I was sure Mercutio has a fun scene with the Nurse.

Alice started speaking and my ears automatically began listening. I was totally whipped by my girls.

"'Even or odd, of all days in the year,/ Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen,/ Susan, and she – God rest all Christian souls! –/ Were of an age. Well, susan's with God;/ She was too good for me. But, as I said,/ On Lammas-eve night shall she be fourteen;/ That shall she marry; I remember it will./ 'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years,/ And she was wean'd, - I never shall forget it –/ Of all the days of the year, upon that day;/ For I had then laid wormwood to my dug,/ Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall;/ My lord and you were then at Mantua; -/ Nay do I bear a brain; - but, as I said,/ When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple/ Of my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool,/ To see it tetchy and fall out wi' the dug!'"

"Thank you, Miss Brandon!" Ms. Wallace interrupted before Alice could finish her soliloquy.

Alice smiled and gave a quick curtsy before sitting down beside me again.

"I think everyone has tried out for something now," Ms. Wallace murmured, looking down at her clipboard. "Yes, everyone has recited a soliloquy. You all did an absolutely amazing job and I'm glad to see so much passion for the play! The parts, aside from Romeo and Juliet, will be chosen tonight and posted on the bulletin outside of the main office tomorrow. Bella, Edward, work on your lines as often as possible, and come to pick up your hour's sheets. Everyone else is free to go!"

Everyone got up and left. Alice and I lived right beside each other, so we always took turns driving. I really wasn't looking forward to getting into her little import...


"Chemistry can be a good and bad thing. Chemistry is good when you make love with it. Chemistry is bad when you make crack with it." – Adam Sandler

"Love is a matter of chemistry, but sex is a matter of physics."


Edward's PoV

Wow. I just kissed my enemy and liked it. There was no tongue or even really any response from her. But she didn't break away quickly either, and I'm sure that wasn't because of my inhuman strength. She liked it, too.

Having to endure another hour and a half of listening to people try to talk with dignity was torture. When could I get the hell away from her?

Fuuuck. She was coming over to my house tonight, too! Fucking Biology, fucking tutoring, fucking Allan, fucking Bella... Hmm. I like that idea. What!? Ha. No I don't. Got you good.

That's what the rest of the tryout was like for me. Telling myself that I didn't like the idea of Bella, and the more I thought about it, the more I wanted it. It probably had the most to do with the fact that I'd never get her. Forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest, and all that shit.

I slowly looked her over. I mean, she was no Jessica Alba, but if Bella Swan wasn't Bella Swan, I'd take her for a hard ride in a second.

She was short; probably only up to my collarbone, but the clothes she wore made her legs go on forever. Like the tight yoga pants she was wearing today. Damn, did she look good in them. She had the most perfect ass in the world; even I had admitted that when our football team talked about women. She had a fucking figure that was so much better than any model. She was curves in all the right places, but still skinnier than most girls. Her tits weren't huge, but I wasn't a fan of huge tits. They looked like they were a bit more than a handful for me, which would be perfect. She had a slender necked that automatically made me think of gracefulness, which Bella did not have. Her skin was pretty much see-through, but it worked for her. It was creamy and when she blushed, Lord help me, 'cause I'd be a liar if I said that shit didn't turn me on. She had a dimple in her chin when she smiled, and that was cute beyond words. Her lips were uneven and pouty and perfectly kissable. Her eyes were a deep brown, but I was sure I saw hints of gold and green in them when I was about to kiss her. Her hair was wavy and a rich chocolate brown and it sure as hell looked soft.

So, yeah, Bella Swan had a rockin' bod that turned me on occasionally. I could handle it.

But probably not so soon. Being alone in my room would be difficult to handle without losing my cool. Maybe I could bring Des in to keep me from doing anything stupid.

Ms. Wallace told Bella and I to work on our lines as often as possible, and I kind of got excited at that. We'd have to practice kissing some more and maybe I could catch a feel of those perky tits...

No, Edward, she's a God damn Swan, remember? You've hated her since you can remember. She puts you down and pulls stupid ass pranks on you all the time.

But, fuck, I'll be damned if I didn't like the hatred she had for me. The idea of a challenge intrigued me and who would be a better challenge than Bella Swan herself? I'd have to actually work to get in her pants. And maybe we'd even fight right before we fucked. That was the only reason I kept dating Tanya. We fought tooth and nail and then had incredible, angry sex. I kind of missed that.

Jesus Christ, Cullen! Get your act together. It's never gunna happen, and you don't want it to happen. Remember the time she drew a dick on your face while you were asleep in English, or the time she threw a dirty condom on the windshield of your car while you were trying to impress the Spanish exchange student?

I nodded in satisfaction and then stood up to grab my hour's sheet and speak to the devil in disguise herself.

Ms. Wallace looked at her watch. "You two have a nice supper and study session! I'll have the rehearsal schedule up tomorrow."

Shit. Supper too? Would she eat with the family? Shit! Would Dad be home? I mean, he had nothing against Bella, but she was still a Swan.

I cleared my throat nervously as Ms. Wallace left the two of us alone.

"Do you think you could give me a ride to your house?" Bella asked in a stony voice. "My truck's getting fixed right now and if I didn't know you lived on farm, I'd walk, but I don't really want to walk three miles."

I looked at her, dazed by her long rant.

"And, if we could possibly get through this without you kissing me again, that'd be great," she added in an icy voice, glaring at me.

"Uh, yeah, sure," I mumbled, confused as fuck. "No kissing sounds perfect."

"Okay, well, let's get this over with," Bella muttered, picking up her jacket and book bag, and heading towards the door.

I followed her outside, into the rain, and to the Volvo. I unlocked it and she got in the passenger's seat. I could tell she was still angry about my kissing expertise.

I got in and started my car. I tore off for my house.

The heat was on high and Bella was still shivering. I was sweating, but I think it was because I was so damn nervous about Bella seeing my dad and him something rude, or, even worse, her saying something rude to him.

As it got warmer in the car, Bella's smell became more potent. Her perfume or conditioner or whatever smelt like strawberries and some kind of flowers Mom grew in the flower bed outside the front step.

I wondered what she'd smell like while she was underneath me... Fuck my life, this was ridiculous. Did I hit my head this morning? Or did I even wake up yet?

I discreetly pinched my thigh as hard as I could. Nope, this was reality. Bella Swan turned me on like no one ever had before.

We pulled up to the house and I had never been more thankful to get out of my car in my life.

I led Bella through the garage and into my porch. Everyone was already home.

"Edward's home!" Des squealed as she skidded around the corner to the porch. She jumped into my arms and planted a big, wet kiss on my cheek.

I chuckled and hugged her tightly. "Hey, monkey. What's for supper?"

"Ghetti and meat sauce," Des answered with a toothy grin. Then she noticed Bella. "Miss Bewwa! What awe you doin' hew?"

Bella cracked a smile, revealing that damn, cute dimple. "Your brother's going to help me with some school work, just like I help you at play school."

Des grabbed Bella's hand and tugged her down to her height. I noticed that Bella didn't have to lean very far.

"Is Edward bein' nice to you?" she asked in a low voice. "'Cause if he ain't, I'w teww Mama on him."

Bella laughed quietly. "No, Des, I think I can handle myself." They both looked at me and then each other, and burst out in giggles.

Huh? Oh, right. My black eye was still very prominent.

"Edward! Bring Bella and Des to the table!" Mom called from the dining room.

Des held Bella's hand and chatted about some of her friends from play school. Bella smiled and listened intently. Jesus, no wonder Des liked Bella more than me. She was way more patient with Des than I was.

"Mama, can Miss Bewwa sit by me? Pweeease?" Des whined, putting on her best pouty face.

Mom sighed, a content smile on her face. "Of course Bella can sit beside you, Des."

Des broke out her dimply smile and tugged Bella to the seat between her and me. Awkward...

Mom passed out already full plates to all of us.

"Alright, everyone, dig in," Mom announced, sitting between Des and Dad.

Mom began cutting up Des's spaghetti, Dad began spinning his spaghetti on a spoon, Bella already had a mouthful, and Des was using her hands to eat for now. It all seemed so...normal. Like Bella belonged here. Hell, Mom and Des already loved her, I wanted to fuck her, and Dad tolerated her. It was hard to believe that a week ago I would have given myself a blow job before letting her even near my house.

"How'd tryouts go?" Mom asked as she passed the plate of garlic toast around.

I shrugged. "Alright. We already have our parts, so we just sat there basically."

Bella shot me a discreet glare.

"What did you think, Bella?" my mom asked with a smile. "Did you two have to recite something?"

Shit.

"I think it went interestingly enough..."

Shit.

"...Yes, we did recite our first bit of dialogue together..."

Shit.

"...And boy was that ever interesting!"

Shit.

"Why's that?" my mom asked, furrowing her brow.

Oh, fuck.

Bella smiled deviously at me. She was going to get me into some deep trouble.

"Oh, I don't know, Edward and I are almost so competitive and I guess it crosses over into drama, too. We did a good job, it got super intense. We had to recite the part where Romeo and Juliet first meet, you know, their first kiss."

Dad choked on whatever he was eating.

"Carlisle!" Mom exclaimed, clapping him on the back. "Jesus Christ!"

Bella looked seriously concerned.

"I-I'm so sorry, Dr. Cullen!" she stammered, clearly upset for springing that on him. "I didn't mean to take you by surprise."

Dad shook his head, taking a drink of water. He swallowed and sighed.

"No, Bella, it's not your fault, just a, uh, coincidence," he assured her. "But, please, continue."

Bella looked shaken up.

"Yeah, I kissed her," I continued for her. "I got caught up in the scene and accidentally kissed her." I looked at Bella. "Did I apologize for that yet?"

"No," she murmured quietly, her cheeks lighting up with her blush. Damn, she looked good.

"Well, I'm sorry," I apologized, looking back at my plate.

"Uh, you're welcome," Bella stammered. "I mean, you're forgiven."

Everyone cracked a smile at her mistake. Even Dad. See, we can be civil...

The meal continued on with less stressful talk about Des and playschool and after-school jobs and universities. Bella was going to university in Seattle to become a writer.

"Ah, the U of W, huh?" Dad asked proudly. "I took my pre-med there, wonderful school."

Bella blushed. "Yeah, I'm looking forward to going there."

I looked at the clock. It was already seven and I still had other homework to do.

"May Bella and I be excused?" I asked Mom. "I'll need a solid hour to tutor here, and I still have some English homework to do, too."

"Sure," Mom granted with a smile. "Leave the door open though, honey."

I was appalled. "Jesus, Mom! Why don't you tell me to wear a condom while you're at it."

I heard Bella clap a hand over her mouth behind me. Dad was gaping at Mom.

"Edward!" Mom exclaimed, cupping her hands over Des's ears. "Manners! Language!"

"Sorry," I mumbled, trying to hide my grin. "C'mon, Bella."

I led her up the stairs to my room. Once she was in, I slightly closed the door, and started chuckling quietly. I heard Bella laughing behind me.

"Your mom's priceless, Edward," Bella gasped.

"Tell me about it," I replied, still chuckling.

Bella wiped her eyes and then pulled out her Bio binder and textbook.

She was still smiling when she said, "My mom's the complete opposite. She'd say close the door and wear a condom and something along the lines of 'That's my girl.'"

I let out a short laugh. I'd always heard that Renee Swan was a real character.

Bella shook her head with a fond smile before snapping out of it. "Where do you want me?"

Naked in bed. "Uh, on the floor would be best."

She plopped down right where she was and opened her binder to the first assignment we had.

We only talked about Biology for the next hour, but my mind wandered to places that I would never visit in real life.

Like...

Would she dress up like a teacher during a tutor session with her surprisingly sexy glasses for me?

Would she dress up like a cheerleader after football one night?

Was she good at stripping?

Was she good at lap dances?

Did her pouty lips have power?

Would she like it if I talked dirty to her?

Would she like it rough?

Would she give it to me rough?

And the one that surprised me the most:

Did she ever get sick of our fight?

I mean, I was kind of over it, especially now that I wanted to fuck her six ways from Sunday and back, but did she ever want it to be over?

I got sick of hearing the good ol' Cullen's-are-better-than-Swan's speech at least once a week from Dad. I felt guilty as hell for treating Bella like no girl ever deserves to be treated. I hated not being able to make friends that were followers of the Swan side. I hated not being able to get to know the real Bella. The Bella that treated Des like her own sister, the Bella that throws her heart and soul into reading fucking Shakespeare, hell, I even wanted to know the Bella that was in love with Jacob Douche-bag.

She was one of the few people that called me out on my shit and didn't take my stupidity. Mom, Jasper, my Grandma Masen, and Bella Swan were the only people that didn't treat me like a spoiled brat or a fucktard. They treated me exactly how I treated them, whether it be with love, friendship, or hatred. They treated me how I deserved to be treated, and I admired that in a person.

"Well, hallelujah, Bella Swan understands mitosis!" I exclaimed when we finished her assignment.

She grinned and put her stuff away. "Thanks. Hey, do you want me to look over your poem one last time? We say them tomorrow for Banner."

I handed her my paper. She read it quickly and handed it back with a smile.

"Still amazes me," she murmured, heading towards the door. "You'll do fine."

"Do you need a ride?" I asked, setting my poem down.

She shook her head. "My house is actually pretty close to yours and there's a path through the woods to my backyard."

My eyebrows came together. "Really? I would have never guessed."

Bella shrugged. "I was a curious kid. I know my way around Forks as well as I know my way around my own bedroom. Thanks again." She closed the door behind her.

Well, now I wanted to bang her and get to know her. Was it possible that I was falling for the enemy?


Dun, dun, duuuuunnnnnn. Haha. Wuh-oh. Edward thinks he's interested in Bella's body AND her brain. Whatever shall he do?

About the chapter:

The slashes represent the end of the lines in the play. Like, Edward's last line would look like this in the book:

Then move not while my prayer's effect I take.
This from my lips, by thin, my sin is purg'd.

Ha, I considered being a bitch and making Emmett ask Bella to bang him as the favour. Boy, would I have laughed. But some of you wouldn't have liked that, and I'd rather please you than myself, haha.

Let me know if you don't want to hear anymore soliloquies. I'm sick of writing them out, but if you like hearing them, I'll keep it up. But, I prefer doing what I did for Bella and Edward, dialogue.

I couldn't resist the Adam Sandler quote. It's too funny. And, it has nothing to do with anything, haha.

Well, that's all. Now I'm pretty sure things'll be slower than usual. That chapter just jumped on me, and I couldn't help but to write it.

Review!