Okay . . . They're off to school. And what does that entail?

A sexy ass Audi R8.

Look it up. It makes you wet. It's utterly beautiful.

Know what else is even better?

Edward Cullen driving an Audi R8.

Yeah, get those fantasies rolling.

PM me some ideas. The ones I like best I'll use in the story. I need fantasies in both points of views, so just submit whatever ideas you have. :)

EPOV

I was sitting in my empty room staring at the wall, passing a joint between the five of us. Alice and Rosalie were dead silent, which was odd for them, since they were more talkative than any two girls put together. Every one was just silent. And though weed was a mellow drug, we were never this mellow. At least Rosalie and Alice talked if not the guys.

Rose polished the blunt off with one last hit.

"I gotta go guys. I told the mother I'd be home before five," Rosalie said, getting up. She flipped her head, and motioned for Emmett to follow her. He did. And he said nothing.

"Yeah, me too," Alice said. Jasper followed her out as well, leaving me alone in my misery. I guess that was our goodbye. Friends for I don't know how many years, and that was our goodbye.

Lame.

Oh well, how much shit can a dude ask for?

I guess all rich kids are brats, because in my head, I was sulking that I wasn't getting what I wanted.

And I wanted my girlfriend.

But I was getting what I wanted, so I did what every other rich brat did. Ignore their parents and whine to their friends. But it got old after a while, so I just accepted that I was going to a private boarding school and I'd probably get to see Bella only on the holidays if her mother didn't keep her then too.

"Sweetie, I hope you have a nice flight," my mother said to me. Garrett stood next to her, wishing just as much as I was for me not to be near the prick. "And call me if you need anything, or if something goes wrong. I love you sweetie," she said to me.

"Yeah," I said.

She hugged me, but I didn't give her the satisfaction by hugging her back. So after she said her goodbyes and was done worrying, I boarded the plane, sitting next to a hot brunette girl. She smiled at me and I smiled back at her.

"Hi, I'm Jane," she said.

"Edward," I said simply. She smiled fully.

"Hmm, Edward . . . so where you headed?" she asked.

"Chicago. Boarding school," I answered. She cocked her head to side. It was cute, but she was such an amateur compared to Bella.

"Oh, me too. Well, not the boys school. I'm going to Annette Marie's school for Girls. It's the sister school to the boys school a few blocks down." She gave me a smile. She reminded me of Rosalie.

"Hillcrest?"

"Yep. That's the one. Maybe we could be friends." She gave me a seductive smile.

And in a heartbeat, I would have taken her up on her offer. I would have fucked her and joined the mile high club right then.

But. . . Bella's face was burning my mind.

Not gonna happen.

"Sure. But can't have the wonderful benefits that come with being friends because I'm attached to my girlfriend. And as pretty as you are, I kind of want it to stay that way," I said to her.

Always let them down with a compliment.

"Oh, okay. Thanks for letting me know you had a girlfriend," she said sweetly. "That just makes me want to work harder." She bit her lip-another Bella trademark. It just wasn't working for me. And it fucking wouldn't.

"Don't complain when all the shit you do gets shot to hell, Jane."

"Don't worry Edward. I'll get you." And then she turned away from me, and for the entire plane ride, she barely talked to me. Though I assumed we would be seeing each other; we lived only blocks from each other now.

Hours later, my Aunt Maggie was at the airport, dutifully awaiting for me. When I wasn't at the school, I'd go to her house. That meant holidays and some weekends. But despite how shitty I was feeling, I greeted the woman with a smile, and willingly hugged her.

"Oh, my Edward! You've grown so much, baby. I bet your a hit with the ladies," she said, knowing fully what a player I was.

"Just one girl now, Maggie," I said truthfully.

"Ah, and it seems she's a keeper. You've never had only one woman, Edward." She smiled brightly. I'm proud of you."

I laughed.

But then she turned serious. "What's this about failing level eleven?" She asked. She talked weirdly, like she was from another time, and obviously, level eleven meant junior year.

"Had my head with chicks and not in the books."

But who could blame me when my focus was on Bella's anatomy rather than science textbooks?

"Well, that's what we're solving here, now aren't we?" She was a stern woman sometimes, but could be fun other times. She was the one who introduced me to the wonderful green that makes me mellow. I smiled at the memory.

"I guess we are here to fix that, Mags."

"Okay, boy. I have some rules, but we can get to that later. I want to hear about this young lady that has you whipped," she said with a bright smile.

She ushered me over to get my stuff and then we walked to her car.

"Well?" She said expectantly.

"What do you want me to say?" I said.

"What does she look like?" she asked.

"She's short, only about five four, but she'd got these killer legs, Maggie. And then she's got this body I could worship forever. And the face of an angel. She's got these brown eyes that seem to go on forever . . ."

I thought about Bella in a different light for a second just then. She'd been through a lot of shit, and I witnessed some of it. I mean, here she was, capable of being a perfectly good girl. But she was chilling with the kids with criminal records. She could have been one of the girls that graduated, went to college, got married, had kids, and lived a peaceful life. But half her life she was abused, and then she turned to cutting and drugs. I mean, it didn't make me love her any less, because that could never happen, but it did make me love her more. So much that I couldn't stop thinking about the possibilities when I got out of this damn prison. I wasn't going to stay at the boarding school forever . . . and without connections for anything, I was pretty much stuck to sober up.

"Edward!"

"What?" I looked at my Aunt, and she was standing in front of me, her hands on her hips. We'd arrived at her house already.

"You were lost in thought. I've been calling your name for who knows how long. I was asking what you wanted for dinner, dear."

"Oh. Whatever I guess," I said. She nodded.

"Okay. So tell me more about the girl. What's her name?"

"Isabella Swan."

"What a pretty name. You have to show me a picture of her once we get inside, okay." She smiled brightly.

I nodded.

"So do you plan on marrying her?" Maggie asked me. I stared at her.

"I'm sorry; what?"

"Are you going to get married to her?" she asked slowly. I shrugged.

"I don't know. I mean, we're just a bunch of kids, and that seems a little dramatic for two people who can't fucking pass eleventh grade," I said.

"Watch your language, young man," Maggie said.

"But seriously. I can't spend the rest of my life with someone, especially if I'm spending like eight years in junior year."

"Well, if I have anything to say about it, it will only be one year you will be spending in level eleven, thank you very much, but besides that sweetie,"she said with a smile, "if she loves you as much as you do her, then she wouldn't care if you were dirt poor and lived in a cave."

I laughed. "I know. But still. It's not like I've been with her forever, only eight months. So let's make it to a year before we decide to pick out brides maid's dresses, Maggie."

"Sure. I'll just help her pick her prom dress when she comes to visit you."

I just smiled.

I knew that if Maggie and Bella ever met, they'd like each other in an instant.

She showed me to my bedroom and then left me alone to unpack/sulk.

I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling, I didn't like the fact that I was doing this, but I was beginning to like the fact that I wasn't in Forks anymore. It always rained, there fore, I was always inside. But here, I could do sports or do things out side. And I guess that was an excellent thing.

I just wish (for the six billionth time) that Bella was here.

The next morning Maggie woke me up with breakfast in bed. No one but Maggie does that. And it made me feel weird. Like a good weird.

Whatever.

"So are you ready for school, baby," she asked me. I shrugged.

"I guess," I said.

"I put your uniforms in the closet. So get ready and you can get to school. In the mean time, I'll see you this weekend for Sunday dinner, sweetie." She kissed my forehead and proceeded to leave the room, until I called her back.

"Um, how exactly am I supposed to get there?" I asked her.

"Oh. Gosh, I forgot. I had a car bought for you, sweetie."

"Really?" I was really excited now. I almost loved cars more than sex. Almost. "What kind?"

"An Audi . . . oh I forget the specifics. But there are letters and numbers involved. You can look them up on Google. After all, that's what a search engine is for right." she smiled. "Okay, I'll you later sweetie. Just call me if you need anything. Love you."

"Love you too," I said back. Once the door was shut, I jumped out of bed and in the shower, getting dressed in the lame Christian boy school uniform. White button up, blazer, and pants. I put on my converse, left my tie loosened around my neck, and then went downstairs. The keys were on the kitchen table. There were only two keys on the ring. One for the car, and the other for the house.

Great.

I grabbed my school bag, not needing anything else, because Maggie already had someone set up the half of the room I was going to share with some other kid at the school.

And there it was.

And it was truly beautiful.

Fucking Bella on that car would be my first priority when I saw her.

I smiled brightly when I gt inside, definitely satisfied by the choice of radio in the car. Very sophisticated. Great sound.

This was my second favorite car.

Next to the Vanquish, of course.

I parked close to the school, noticing there were more cars than there should have been at a fucking boarding school.

Nevertheless.

I got out, locking the car, and then walked to the main office to get my scedule and room assignment.

"Welcome to Hillcrest Academy for Boys, Mr. Cullen," the pretty receptionist said. She winked at me. I had to control the impulse to gag. I guess she was pretty, and I slept with girls like her all the time. But how well would it go over that I was shouting Bella's name when I climaxed. If I climaxed.

Not well, I'll say.

So I just gave her one of my signature smiles, and let her think I was into her, even though I clearly wasn't. I mean, how could I be into something like that when for almost eight months straight, I'd been fucking Bella Swan?

Here's the answer: I'd never be into shit like that, because nothing was better than my sexy ass girl friend. Not to mention she has a sexy ass. Everyone else paled in comparison.

"I'm Edward Cullen," I said to her.

"Oh, right." She handed me a series of papers, adding verbal notes to anything she deemed necessary, although everything seemed pretty self explanatory.

"If you need anything, anything at all, you just come back here, and I'll take care of it for you." She leaned forward, showing more of her pathetic cleavage as she did so. My gaze drifted down to her display, and she smiled. I smiled back weakly.

It was like every girl knew that I was in a long fucking distance relationship and they were trying to torture my dick. They knew I was fucking horny. Cold showers and jacking off weren't enough anymore.

Oversexed?

Probably. But that wasn't the point. The point was that I was horny as fuck, and teachers all over the place were offering their pussies as houses for my cock.

Okay so maybe I was over sexed. But still. I mean, with a bunch of willing girls, I was glad this was a school for only dudes. Maybe it'd get my mind off sex.

Yeah. Right.

BPOV

"Sweetie, smile, your going to get premature wrinkles," Renee said. I gave her the most genuine smile I could muster without looking fake, and she smiled back. She moved a lock of my hair. "I wish you could stay for a while, but the school says they have to have you there immediately, so that's where I'm driving you. I've already set up your bedroom with the things you need, so there won't be a problem. And I got you a new phone, programmed with everything, much different than the one I gave you a few years ago. Okay?"

I nodded. She handed me the sleek iPhone, and I became excited. Those bitches cost like four hundred dollars; I was grateful.

"If there's anything you need, sweetheart, you just call me and I can fix it for you. You have and account at school for your books and everything thing you need, and I have a black card for you too, packed in the things at school in your room. Your roommate seems like a charming young lady, I'm sure you'll be having a nice time with her on the holidays."

"Wait," I said. "I'm not coming home on the holidays?" I asked her.

She shook her head. "You don't have to sweetie. But if you want to, you can."

I was both happy and sad. Happy, because I could do whatever the fuck I wanted for two weeks during Christmas. And sad, because my fucking mother was just dropping me off at school and leaving me to fend for myself with a fucking black card. Those credit cards didn't have freaking limits. I could buy whatever I wanted . . .

Like a plane ticket to see my boyfriend . . .

"Mom, where's my other phone?" I asked.

"Oh, I had it disconnected."

"And all the phone numbers?"

"Transferred, sweetheart," she said.

I scrolled through the contacts.

EDWARD'S NAME WAS NOT THERE.

"Mom, half of them are missing," I said, playing it off, because only Edward's were missing.

"Sweetie, you'll make new friends."

She did it on purpose.

And then what d you know? We were in front of a very warm looking school, kids running around on lunch break.

"Go ahead sweetie. My number and Phil's number are already programmed just as are the house numbers. So have fun." She gave me a cold smile, and then drove off after I got out of the car.

I hitched my bag higher on my shoulder, walking into the school.

Everyone was dressed in plaid skirts and mary janes. I was ready to puke. This was an all girl's school, and for good reason. Because if I came across a willing guy who wanted to have sex with me, I was sure I would definitely end up riding them into oblivion. Late night fingering and Internet porn just didn't do it anymore. It just didn't. Not when I could have Edward's big, hard, hot cock in me, fucking me so hard I would hurt.

I needed him. God I needed him. I did.

I walked to the main office, trying to forget all about Edward, and the things he did to me.

"Welcome to Cara Anne's Girl's Academy for Academics. What's your name," the old lady at the receptionist's desk asked.

"Isabella Swan," I said.

She smiled and handed me different papers, like my schedule and the room I was going to spend two years of my life in.

"If you need anything, come back," she said with a motherly tone. I smiled at her and then left.

Apparently, classes were over at two p.m., because they started at eight. It was two thirty. So, using common knowledge, and reading signs, I found the dorms, and went to the lady at the desk who gave me a key to my room. I followed the numbers, going up to the fourth floor, where my room was.

When I opened the door, I found the most-not disturbing, because I did it too-unexpected thing.

There were two girls making out on the floor, covered in paint. And they were naked.

"Uh." Was all my smart brain could come up with.

"Sorry, girlie. Forgot you were coming today," one of the girls said. She stood up. "Hi, my name is Heidi. I'm your roommate. She's my girlfriend Chelsea." She held out her hand, and I took it, shaking it. She smiled.

"I'm Bella. Nice to meet you."

"Chels, get some clothes on," Heidi said.

"Oh, like you don't like this ass," she retorted. I laughed.

"I'm pretty sure Bella doesn't want to see your shit."

Chelsea tossed Heidi a dress. They dressed quickly.

"I'm not sure about your status on gayness, but we're as gay as two girls can get," Chelsea said.

"Benefits form going to an all girl's school for your entire life, babe."

Chelsea just smiled.

"Um, I go both ways, I guess," I said. "But I have a boyfriend in Chicago, so I'm sort of resorting to my fingers if you know what I mean," I said to them.

"I do. Chelsea lives in LA. This was her last day here visiting, so I'm on the same boat as you," she said to me. I smiled.

"Okay well, I'm going to scope out the school and I'll see you later Heidi. And it was cool meeting you Chelsea."

"Oh, don't worry sweetcakes, this is not the last of me," she said. "Especially with a body like that." Her eyes ran over my form, scrutinizing. My skin burned.

"Okay, well, see you later," I said weakly, then turned around, my key like a hundred pounds in my hand.

And the school turned out to be pretty nice. Everything was very orderly and sophisticated, which I 'm pretty sure was why my mother chose it.

I sat at a picnic table alone, taking out my new phone. I opened the application to Facebook, and logged, seeing that Edward was online, I commented his status.

B: I'm here at hell.

E: Haha. Me too.

B: What's your number?

E: What?

B: Phone number. My wonderful mother deleted it.

E: Oh. I'll just call you. I don't need crazy bitches stalking me.

B: Good idea.

And he called me. We talked only for a little while, describing our little slices of hell. I told him about my bitch mother, and he told me about his nice aunt that got him a car. I was never jealous of Edward, but there was a first for everything.

"She wants to meet you."

"So then how about I visit you . . ." I trailed off, wanting to see how he liked the idea.

"Yes! Yes, you need to come."

"Labor day weekend?"

"A month. I could handle that. I think," he said.

A month did sound pretty long.

"'Kay. Do me a favor though, Edward. By me the ticket, and I'll pay you back when I get there in cash. I don't want my mother to know I'm leaving the school, to see you. She'd murder me."

"That's fine." He paused for a second. "I know this is weird, Bella, but I fucking miss you."

"I miss you too babe," I said softly.

"Hey, my roommate just came in the room. Call me later," he said.

"I will."

"I love you, Bells," he said, not the least bit hesitant. I smiled.

"Love you too. Bye." And then I hung up.

I was satisfied by hearing Edward's voice. It was like a drug to me, like the lines and alcohol and weed we did. But this one was just so much stronger. I was addicted to Edward Cullen.

And I wasn't ashamed.

Hey. You would be too, if your boyfriend fucked like mine.

And he loves me.

Two for the price of one.

How did I get so fucking lucky?

Alright, so here you are. I know there's no sex, but there can't be, because they aren't together. But don't worry. Fantasies are just as fun, my kinky readers.

It was a filler chapter, something to get the plot going. But don't worry, there will be the sour lemony shit as promised.

:)

Love you

Jessie

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