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VOTE FOR PEDRO-

Last on silence-

She closed the phone, looking at me with wide eyes.

She sat down, far from me.

"What did she say?" I asked, softer this time.

She bit her lip. "I-I want to tell you… but it isn't my place…" she said, looking distressed.

"Okay… then answer me this, is anyone hurt?" I said.

She shook her head, "No…" she said.

I smiled, "Then everything's alright. I'll call Alice and the family about whatever it is tomorrow."

She nodded, "Hey, I'm going to go get a soda, do you want anything?"

I nodded, "Coke."

She got up.

Why would Alice call Bella about a problem about me? That was highly out of character for her but I remained quiet, Alice was smart enough in her judgment to let me know if something was wrong.

Right?

BASBASBASBAS

Bella went up to bed about an hour ago, and I was getting ready to join her. She was distressed about something, alright… but I had no clue what it was.

Oh well, everything was probably fine.

Since doubling up on doses I had to take one pill in the morning, and then one at night.

I walked into the kitchen to the medicine cabinet and fished through it for the antiandrogen. My face screwed up. It was usually in the front…

Maybe I was just tired. Individually, I took them all out.

No antiandrogen.

Currently on silence-

"No… no… no… no… no! Oh, God! Please don't let this happen… gah!"

I banged my heard against the cupboard. It had to be here… if I didn't have those pills… I shuddered. I'd get so… excited… and I have no clue what I'd do.

I knew I wouldn't even resort to cheating on Bella. The worst thing that could happen is if I went too far with Bella…

But I couldn't do that. I realized I made a mistake before… about three times I'd made out with her. She deserved better; much better. Of course I wasn't some shit bag keeping her around for that. She was truly amazing and I… I had incredible feelings toward her and I wanted to do things the right way…

I groaned. What the hell was I supposed to do now? I could go get another prescription? No. I couldn't do that because reporters would see me going to get them and call me a 'substance abuser' and forever take Bella from my custody.

So I couldn't win? Maybe I could call Carlisle and he could get me more… why did I have to fucking lose them? Why did I have to even take them? Oh, that's right, I'm a freak.

I leaned away from the counter, mentally berating myself.

And away from that problem, why was I such a freak to begin with? I had the highest dose of antiandrogen and most of the time that didn't help.

There was only one other guy that was… like me. Don't get me wrong, three percent of the people you meet are hypersexuals, only three.

Only 13 other hypersexuals in the nation have the extremity of it that I did.

One of them was actually a pretty cool friend of mine.

Except, he didn't make the effort to take the pills. He just went along and sexed up any, willing of course, girl that he wanted.

I would never do that… my family and I valued… well, values too much. I reached for my phone.

Ring. Ring.

"Hello?" His voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Hey, Dustin, it's Edward." I said, my voice a bit saddened.

I heard him laugh, "Why the long voice, fellow hyper, you don't sound too happy."

I smiled a little, "Well, long story short, my girl is living with me, I'm trying not to get too far with her, and I just lost my pills." I said as he listened patiently.

"Whoa, bud, hold up! How do you stick to just one girl? How do you not even have sex with that one girl? What's wrong with you? Embrace the amazing gift you were given, man and just be who you are!"

I scoffed to no one, "Dus, I take the highest dose of pills. I double dosed. And now I can't find them. I'm freaking out." I complained.

He chuckled, "Well, maybe you didn't lose them. Dude, if I was gay, I'd so go for you, maybe your girl is trying to tell you something…"

I rolled my eyes, "Bella wouldn't do something like that… she sometimes seems like she wants it… but then at another time she is just… I really don't know, man, she just… isn't the type to do something like that."

I heard him make an approving noise, "So this is the chick you've been wanting to bang since freshman year? Cool."

I rolled my eyes again, "I want her for so much more than that."

He scoffed, "I'm no longer proud to call you a hypersexual. She probably took them because you've most likely driven her mad. Hell, Ed, most guys with normal sex drives move faster than you do."

I frowned, "But-"

He cut me off, "No buts. Dude, if you're so worried about this… then maybe you should put it… to a test, yeah, a… test."

My eyes narrowed, "What kind of a test are you implying?" I asked slowly.

He cleared his throat. "I don't know, look in her bag to see if she has them? Gee, Eddie, you shouldn't need me here to tell you about this…" I almost heard his evil smile, "Or, if you wanted to make this more interesting… you could go and…"

He went on to tell me his plan.

I agreed, saying I'd tell him how it worked out.

He hung up.

He's always so full of good advice. I thought sarcastically.

B.P.O.V.

I stared down at the bottle in my hands with wide eyes.

What had I just done?

How soon was he going to attack me? Was he even going to?

I sighed, maybe I should put the pills back…

I heard the door open. I stuck the pills in my bag and looked at him with wide, guilty eyes.

He looked at me, unsure almost, for a moment, before shaking his head and moving to his dresser to get some pyjamas.

He, without any embarrassment, stripped from his shirt and jeans.

At the sight of his naked chest and blacks briefs, I bit my lip. He noticed my staring and smirked.

"Bella, you look a little… shaken up." He questioned, now moving over to me in just his underwear.

Little hyper Edward was shown clearly.

I didn't realize that I wasn't breathing until Edward told me to.

"Breathe, love." He said, right by my ear.

Suddenly, he smiled cockily at me and sat down next to me, making an instant move to grab my hips and make me straddle him, pulling down my head to kiss him.

He wrapped his tongue around mine, stroking it and telling me silent words to make my stomach coil.

Suddenly, he made an exaggerated sigh, stretching his arms up and cracking his neck.

He moved me off of him and rolled over onto his pillow, "Goodnight, love."

I stared at him, mouth agape.

Damn.

BASBASBASBAS

So, after yesterday's lovely evening of frustration and lack of sleep, it was a Wednesday morning again and therapy was today.

Great.

So I, obviously, didn't get any sleep last night, so I was just laying next to Edward, watching him sleep. It was actually really sweet.

His face was completely smooth of expression wrinkles, save for a tiny crinkle in his brow, and his mouth was slightly open. Almost like a child's.

He wasn't a snoring guy, so that was a plus, but he was very… touchy feely.

He enjoyed having his hands and arms wrapped around some part of my body at all times, of course I never stopped him when it was around my waist, but his conquests for my tickle spots, the back of my knees, caused me to yelp.

His eyelids fluttered open, his disoriented eyes moving to me once they regained focus.

"Bella?" His hoarse voice asked.

I bit my lip, "I'm sorry I woke you up… you just tickled me and I got a bit surprised…" I trailed off.

He nodded, but instead of lying back down to resume sleeping, he sat up, laying his head on his knees.

"You weren't sleeping." He accused.

"Yeah I was… you just woke me up from-"

He cut me off, "But there's something bothering you. Would you like to tell me what it is?" He asked thoughtfully.

I shook my head, eager to get off of the topic of my desire for, well, him.

I laid down instantly, the jerky movement making it impossible to believe my intent was sleep and Edward sighed, lightly moving me back over to face him.

"What's wrong, darling, won't you tell me?" He asked, gently moving some stray hairs from my face.

Well, what was I supposed to do when he said it like that?

"Uh… I was just… thinking about you." I said, glad to be somewhat truthful.

He frowned, "And that's upsetting you?"

"No, no, no!" I said, "That isn't what I meant, I get happier when I think about you, what I was saying is that I was distressing over something, but everything is worse at night and I'll be way better in the morning." I stated simply.

After intensely examining my face for a moment, he seemed to disagree, "Please just tell me? Maybe I could make it better for you?"

Oh, yes you could.

I sighed instead, shaking my head.

I laid down on my now cold pillow and shivered; Edward turned off the light and moved me so that I was lying on his chest. I smiled, beginning to drift off.

BASBASBASBAS

Okay, so sweet Edward didn't last forever. I was officially confused. And I was certainly confusing my lady parts because they were currently yelling at me for falsely getting excited one moment, and disappointed the next.

We were in first period, and Edward was making big movements to cross his legs and look at the clock.

"What's wrong?" I asked, knowing completely what was happening.

He bit his lip, "Uh… let's just say that I have a little problem that's getting to me." He said.

I looked down and sighed, thoroughly upset now. If he wanted sex more than any other freaking American then why wouldn't he have come to me? Ever? Was I really that repulsive? I guess so.

I frowned down at our table.

So now I knew, I had told myself that everything would be okay if I took the pills, that it would only speed up the sexual process.

But I was wrong, Edward didn't want me, or he would've moved faster.

Humiliation covered my face with a blush, and I turned away from Edward.

E.P.O.V.

Well, so much for that advice, Dustin. Now, all I was getting was a cold shoulder.

"Yeah man, all you need to do is pretend to be really frustrated. Chicks dig that."

Well, mine didn't. She seemed saddened at everything I did to make the beastly presence known. Of course, it wasn't that fucking hard; all I had to do was act normally.

I was kind of angry though, I was masturbating twice as much now, hell, and I resorted to school bathrooms once.

I decided I would talk to her after school.

I halted Dustin's plan.

B.P.O.V.

"God, this sucks." Edward said under his breath, moving under the lunch table to adjust himself again.

I frowned again, every time he had to resort to using himself for pleasure was another blow to me. I mean, hello! Dude, I'm right here, your girlfriend! Oh, you know, the one sending you all the sex signals you're ignoring?

I sighed.

E.P.O.V.

Hmm… maybe she was just on her period? Weren't those hormones or something supposed to drive women haywire?

B.P.O.V.

End, school, end! I just want to go home and wallow in my boyfriend's sexual frustration alone and in peace.

E.P.O.V.

I wonder how much I upset her… will that make me have to wait longer for sex.

Shut up, Edward! Ugh, you shouldn't have sex in your mind!

B.P.O.V.

Is it wrong to be thinking about sex while at school? Could Edward and I have sex in a school?

BASBASBASBAS

I sighed when school ended; alleviated of the pain I was put through today.

When Edward and I walked to his car, he called me on it.

"Tell me what's wrong or I'll physically make you." He threatened.

I scoffed some threat. That'd be the closest thing we'd have to sex.

But I wasn't opposed. "Nothing. And if I do, then I'll deal with it."

He frowned. "But I want to help."

I narrowed my eyes, "Just take me to therapy." I groaned.

He hid a small smile and drove, but I could still tell he was having issues with my secrecy.

BASBASBASBAS

"Yeah, I think she may be having some new problems… something's bothering her and she won't tell me what it is." Edward annoyingly complained to our new therapist.

The kindly middle aged woman nodded, turning to me, "Is this true, Bella? Is something bothering you?"

I sighed, looking at Edward. "Well… not exactly… I just… I just was thinking. And I know it doesn't have anything to do with Charlie, which I know is what we're supposed to be focusing on but-"

She smiled, cutting me off, "We have a year, Bella, now tell me what's bothering you now."

I sighed, collecting myself. "Well… Edward is a hypersexual."

At this admission, Edward blinked. I don't think he was mad at me for telling her… I think he was just surprised.

She nodded, not seeming phased. Then again, she was a therapist; she's heard and seen it all.

"And…" I looked at Edward distrustfully. "Sometimes, when I want to go… a bit further with things, he just stops! And I know this may seem way too personal but sometimes, just sometimes, I wish I didn't feel so rejected every damn time he decided he wanted to stop!" I finally yelled out, shocking Edward.

He looked at me, horrified. "B-Bella, you feel rejected?" He sounded shocked.

The therapist just let us talk, obviously finding our release of feelings helpful.

My pale face reddened and I resumed my spot from on the sofa.

"I don't know… I guess it feels that way. Every time I put myself out there you push me back. Either that or your sister interrupts and you don't want to keep going." I mumbled.

He sighed, kissing my cheek, "Love, I'd never reject you, I was trying to…" he looked away now, embarrassed, "I guess my subconscious was trying to get me to wait until you were eighteen." He looked into my eyes now, "I always want you, you silly, beautiful, over sensitive girl." He smiled.

I smiled back, leaning my head on his shoulder.

The therapist smiled, "Good, good, now that that's all settled, I suppose I should get to work now and ask you if you're having any scared thoughts about Charlie?" She asked.

This went on for a while.

Edward's phone rang. He told us that whoever it was could wait and could leave a message if they urgently needed to reach him.

BASBASBASBAS

"I'm glad we talked that out." He said, "But I still want to know how in the world you could possibly think that I wouldn't want you… I've been going crazy trying to stop myself from going further. I've been confused… and you know, I'll just come out and ask you. Did you take my pills? Because if you did, I'd like them back until next month when you turn 18." He said.

I blushed, fiddling with my thumbs, "Well… maybe… but in my defence, I just wanted you so badly and-"

He groaned, "Bella, I'm not on my pills, remember not to push my limit, which happens to be very easy to push these days…"

I smiled a little, but stopped. "Hey, do you know who called you?" I asked; maybe Alice finally decided to tell Edward about what happened.

I'd been trying not to think about it too much, actually. What Alice told me really made me angry and want to hunt down those people…

Also, I'd been thinking about my grandma a lot. I mean, I was glad I'd gotten to get to live with Edward now, but she seemed almost in… too much of a hurry, if you know what I mean…

I sighed, shaking those thoughts from my head.

Edward shook his head, "No, I didn't check."

He took out his phone and looked at what I assumed was his call log.

He seemed confused, "I don't know the number, but they left a message."

He lifted the phone to his ear, and gradually, his face became more and more screwed up.

Worried, I mouthed to him, asking what was wrong and he just held the phone out, replaying the message.

"Hello, Edward? This is Margaret Hills from Masen Corp. to let you know that there is someone here who wishes to speak with you whenever you can give us a call back."

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