CHAPTER 9 | McHOTASS & Co.

EPOV_

"Well Fellas, tonight," Em pauses for effect, "Emmett McCarty lives. He will live like he never has before!" We all laugh. The three of us just finished setting up Jasper's huge guest house for tonight's party. Now we were walking back to his main home next-door to take a few shots. "So are there any ladies in particular we've got our eyes on?" Jas asks us. "There was this blonde girl, Brooke, I met at the beach earlier this week," Em chimes, "and she assured me that I'd be taken care of tonight." Jasper's eyes lit up, "Dude, Brooke Baud? She is smoking. I expect a full report on how she is tomorrow," we all chuckle.

"What about that Rosalie chick that's tried sinking her claws into you a few times?" he asks. "Eh, she seems like the type to keep around. Not sure if I'm ready for that yet." Jas nods in understanding, "Fair enough, just letting your freak flag fly for now. I get it," he smiles. We're equipped with shot glasses as soon as we enter the kitchen "Eddie, isn't there a chick you've got your eye on?" Emmett booms as we toast.

I toss back my vodka and prepare to answer. "Not one in particular. I invited Ade, and she's going to bring a few of her friends a little bit later on. If I'm not mistaken, Brooke Baud was one of them," I look at Em and we fist bump. "What about you, Jas?" I question him as he pours us each another shot. He sighs before he starts, "Well, I invited Alice Brandon and I think I'm gonna fuck her tonight," Emmett spits out his liquor, incredulous of what he'd just heard. "Bro," Em starts, "tapping the Queen B's before the first day of school? They're crazy! And they've totally been trying to shackle us since last spring. Don't go down that easy." Jasper shrugs, "I dunno, she seems nice from what I can tell. Plus, I only said I was going to fuck her, not marry!" He quickly chugs his shot, then continues, "Oh, don't get me wrong, fellas, I'm playing the field just as much as you guys are tonight. Alice Brandon will only be one of my conquests." More laughter ensues. "Cheers to that," we down one more shot.

"Oh, Ed," Jasper's eyes convey newfound realization, "I thought about who that one girl could be. You know, the one that was trying to violate you at the beach." I listen in closely. "I'm about one-hundred percent sure that was Bella Swan." Woah.

BPOV_

"Alright ladies," Rose states, "lets put our game faces on." It's Saturday evening, and Operation: Hot Girl Army is in full effect. We spent the entire day getting dolled up and, to be frank, we look fucking spectacular. Alice is in a tight Chanel dress, Rose is wearing a skimpy skirt from Dolce and Gabbana and I'm sporting a bustier from Yves Saint Laurent, tight black leather pants and a new pair of Jimmy Choos.

We're currently at Alice's finishing up, almost ready to leave for Jasper's party.

"So Bells," Al starts, "how are you gonna finally find out McHotass's name?" I think about it for a second.

"I'm just gonna say 'Hey, big boy," I flip my hair dramatically and place my hand on my hip, "Care to join me for a round in the sack?" We all burst out laughing at my 1950's pinup girl voice. "Hell, that would probably work. If he's not gay," Rose pipes.

Oh crap. What if he is gay? "Guys, I didn't think about that! There is definitely a possibility he could be gay." I mean, he could easily attract either gender to be honest. "That would make me so sad," Alice frowns, "I would hate to have to break a nail fighting another man for my man," Rose and I burst out laughing. I grab my lipstick from my clutch and start applying it. "Well, if he is I'm just gonna have to turn him out, aren't I?" I smile devilishly.

The girls laugh, "that's the fucking spirit!"

EPOV_

Hearing that name triggers something inside of me. Something inexplicable. Is it pain? No. Is it longing? Hell no. Then what is it? ... I'm not sure. I take a moment to allow my thoughts to wander. Memories of Bella flush in. Memories that had been whitewashed and eradicated as I grew and built upon my self worth. I think of the good times we had together, which were nice at the time. However, they are then shadowed by the mistreatment; the visions of former Edward and it almost makes me nauseous thinking about how much I devalued myself. For one second - the quickest hair of a second- I feel overwhelmed. But, just like that, I become completely numb and indifferent to any thought concerning Bella Swan. And boy, does it feel powerful. I stand there, reveling in the mental euphoria.

Jas places a hand on my shoulder, "Hey man," he looks me in the eye, "you all good?" He asks, genuinely concerned. I snap out of my trance. I look back at him, "Dude, I've never been better, actually," I smile. And I meant it. I feel amazing. Jas and Em both smile back and add, "Good. Surely she's going to be here tonight. Want us to help you stay out of dodge?"

I thought about it, "No, I'm sure it'll be fine. But you better believe we're gonna ruffle her feathers tonight, just a tad," I laugh. The boys chortle, too. "You gonna hit that?" Em asks. "Oh please," Jasper interjects, "she is not worthy. I don't care how much of a 'Queen B' she is." Jas and I are completely on the same page.

"Trust me, guys. What she did isn't to be unaccounted for, and that goes for anyone that gave me shit back in those days. If she wants me or my attention, she's going to have to work for it. And it won't be easy." The boys smile, "Won't be easy at all. Edward Cullen you're my fucking hero."

We shotgun beers and notice it's time to head back to the guest house. It's 10:15, and the party starts at 10:30 sharp. I help the DJ finish setting up his corner and Em tweaks some last minute things out back. Exactly one minute before the party starts, the three of us reunite in the foyer by the front door.

"Okay guys,"Jasper starts, "I can already hear the crowd from in here. Remember, if there is any boning to be taking place, I've stocked the top drawer of each nightstand with an assorted selection of condoms and lubes. Use them! When we walk across the stage to grab our diplomas, we don't need a kid in our arms too," we all laugh. "With that said.. let's enjoy our weekend of the summer!" We cheer as the DJ starts the music and Em opens the front doors.

A stampede of people rush in, everyone extremely excited to cut loose. The house was nearly full and there were at least two-hundred more people outside waiting. From what we could see, there's an influx of really attractive women and they are all scantily clad. The boys and I can't help but smirk at each other. One random chick in a tight black dress grabbed Em's crotch as soon she entered. This is nuts.

We break after seeing most of the crowd come in, and decide to just scope things out. It was packed, to say the least.

I begin to make my way over to the snack bar when some chick with dirty blonde hair grabs my bicep to stop me. Well that didn't take long.

"Hey, I'm Lauren," She smiles, "you're the new guy, right?" Heh, well not necessarily. "I suppose you can call me that," I smirk back. "Dance with me?" She bites her lip and places a single hand on my abdomen, gripping my shirt.

"Let's go," I take her hand and lead her out onto the extremely crowded dance floor. We start with my hands on her hips and us rocking back and forth. I'm not the most experienced dancer, but during the times I have danced with women I'd just pretend it was sex and turned out just fine. I thought we were doing good, but she turns it up a notch or six by grabbing my neck from behind, slightly lifting her skirt and cushioning my cock in one of the most pleasurable ways possible. This girl definitely knows what she's doing.

She grabs my hands and grinds harder. I look down at our intersection and catch brief glimpses of her bare ass rounding on my clothed erection. Jeez, this girl has no idea what she's doing to me. Or does she? I slightly flex my cock, just to tease. "Oh, new guy.. That is a very welcome surprise" She giggles while practically sandwiching my dick. If I wasn't a gentleman, I'd rip her skimpy little skirt off and give these people a show. She pleasantly grinds her backside on me for the rest of the song, and then we part.

"Thank you.. for the dance," I wink at her before making a swift exit. As I walk off the dance floor, I spot a brunette about a seventy-five feet away from me, giving Lauren the death stare and then locks her eyes on me. Shit. She glares at me and pretty much starts sprinting in my direction. I make my way around the dance floor to evade. I'd figured circling the room twice was enough to get rid of her, so I branch off into the kitchen. I start to fill a cup with punch, but stiffen when I feel a hand placed on my lower back. I turn around and what do you know.. it's the angry little brunette. She seriously chased me to the snack table?

"Hey there, new guy. Why'd you run from me, you bastard!" She exclaims. Way too hyper for my liking.

"Heh, because you were chasing me?" I try to make light of the situation.

"Well, I only want to dance with you and..." She mumbles something that sounds a bit like "have your babies," and I'm officially freaked the fuck out.

"What was that?"

"Oh, nothing. I'm Jessica. Stanley," she offers me her hand and I take it. This is one of the girls Jas and Em warned me about. And now I understand why.

"Nice to meet you, Jessica," I return. "Well handsome, are you gonna tell me your name so I can scream it all night long," her eyes widen before she corrects herself, "I mean, so I can say it..seductively... while we dance? Let's dance baby," she grabs my wrists and attempts to pull me into the mass of grinding bodies.

Not happening. Condom poker.

"I'll pass," I say politely while staying put.

"What? You danced with Lauren! I'm way hotter than that fucking skank," she scoffs and folds her arms.

"Thank you though, really," I place a hand on her shoulder and try to decline her the classiest way possible. Poor girl. I walk away from the looney and head up to my room to pee. TMI? Sorry.

BPOV_

About half an hour after we arrive, Rose, Alice and I are sitting on a couch near the dance floor. We'd been around the dance floor a few times, but still no sign of McHotass & Co. "Okay guys, it's about time we make our moves," Rose states. She's damn right. It's not that I'm too good to continue dancing with these rather average looking boys amongst us. I mean, it's just that McHotass has set the standard so high... my hunger won't be satisfied until he's mine. Sure, being hit on by moderately cute guys is flattering and all but really, fuck off. Unless it's McHotass, my time is being wasted.

"Let's do it," Alice chimes in. They start to get up but I pull them right back down. "Wait, guys, what am I supposed to do?" The last time this guy saw me, I was about to fucking ravish him, so how do I act normal in such close proximity? I honestly wouldn't trust myself. Let's be real here.

Alice laughs, "Bells, just be yourself! He's like any other guy. Smile a lot, but be mysterious. Let him think he's getting somewhere, then throw him off by playing hard to get. That'll make him chase you, want to get to know you more." Hm, she makes a good point.

"As a matter of fact, if he asks you to dance, don't do it," Rose adds. Well, this is confusing. "I'm sorry, did you say Don't dance with him?"

"Nope. Tell him you have something else to do-when you actually don't- then go off and dance with some other guy. Make sure he sees you. It'll have him fuming with jealousy."

"That's genius!" Alice lights up. Holy shit, these girls are smart. Or extremely stupid. Either way I love them.

"Ok. I think I got it," I smile. I am totally ready for this. Totally.

"Good, because he's right there, actually." I look in the direction of Rose's finger and feast my eyes on McHotass.

And hot he is. He's waltzing down the stairs with a cup in his hand, and pretty much has the entire room wrapped around his finger. I observe him as he walks around and works the crowd. He's just so hot and manly, ugh! Because of the sheer size of the highly occupied dance floor, I lose sight of him for a second, but regain vision of him shortly after.

He's closer now, moving in my direction. Is this the moment I've been waiting for? The crowd parts for him, like he's fucking royalty as he continues walking my way. I admire the way he licks his lips ever-so-slightly after taking a sip from his cup. Sweet baby Jesus, lick me. Girls are throwing themselves at him, left and right asking for dances, but he's turning them down. IS HE COMING FOR ME? I begin to tingle at the thought. This is too much.

"Well, good luck," The girls get up and run off. Oh my. I'm gonna die.

EPOV_

I figure I'd take a dance break when I come back down, so I make my way to a fairly large couch by the nearest wall. Once I'm almost there, I notice an exceptionally pretty brunette staring holes into my soul. I look at her a bit closer and lo and behold. Well, if it isn't the guest of honor.

I am ninety-nine percent sure I am being eye-fucked by the one and only Bella Swan. Those big, doe eyes gave her away. I begin contemplating whether or not I should turn around and book it, but by the time I come to a decision the couch is right in front of me. Down I sit.

Bella's about a foot away from me, still staring. I can feel it. It's awkward. She's waiting on me to say something, but I absolutely refuse to do so. I pull out my phone and open up the group text with the boys.

Ed: So, I'm about a foot away from the bloodsucker and I'm pretty sure she's trying to stab me with her eyes.
Em: LOL, she is weird AF
J: Holy shit, I can see you guys from across the room.
J: She looks like she's about to explode!

I chuckle at their messages, then peep out of the corner of my eye. There's a pattern. She glances ahead, then looks at me for an indefinite amount of time before checking the lock screen of her phone. It's almost as if she's expecting me to talk to her. Definitely not.

Has she figured out my identity? Is that why she's staring? Because she feels remorseful for kicking me to the curb? Probably not. I look in her direction, but past her, just to see her reaction. Her breathing stops, and it takes all I have to stop myself from bursting out into full on laughter. I receive a text.

Em: She's hangin' on to your every move, brother.

"You enjoying the party?" I hear come from her direction. Wow, making the first move, eh? Bold. I look up at her from my phone and our eyes lock. She's smirking slightly, but my face remains emotionless. No expression. No tells. Just completely blank. I consider not speaking at all, but figure that'd be rude.

"Yep," I offer before looking back down at my phone. She continues, "I was just asking because most people socialize when they come to a social gathering, Mister Texty-Texty," she chuckles lightly. I raise my head slowly and reengage eye contact. "Funny," my emotionless façade remains, and my eyes return to my phone. Another text chimes in.

J: Damn, Eddie! You're cold-blooded! LOL
Em: He's a fucking killer!
Ed: Haha, am I being too mean?
Em: Not even.
J: Nope
J: Heads up, Ade & Co. just walked in.

"Look, I know things got weird between us earlier this week and it's completely my fault. Can we start fresh? Please?" She says, placing her hand on my thigh.

What the hell? Multiple scenarios play out in my head. I could just play along and fuck her until her vagina turns flush red. But would revenge sex really be that fulfilling? No, Ed. Why give her exactly what she wants? She would probably let you bone her until her vagina's bruised dark blue.

I could just tell her off then and there.. Listen, what happened earlier this week is only the tip of the iceberg of things being weird between us and you better believe its your fault. All of it. I was all gung-ho about being your friend years ago, but you kicked me to the curb because I was some "social liability." You think that now-because I finally fit your standards for a friend or a boyfriend or whatever you're trying to achieve that I'm going to forget all of the shit you put me through? You're absolutely insane. Fuck that. Fuck you.

Well, I'm not that mean, not right now at least. I am quite intoxicated and that would absolutely kill my vibe. That's no fun. I decide to chalk it up to a curt, emotionless "Sure," before rising from my seat and disappearing into the ever-growing crowd that was this party. I walk around the dance floor for a bit before stumbling into Audrey, with her friends Brooke and Mila, talking to the boys. I smile. Great, all of my favorite people. Whew, I am drunk.

Jas pats my back and Em tries to playfully pinch my nipple, "How'd it go?" They look genuinely interested. "It was surprisingly powerful. Not fulfilling, but a start." I change the subject, "You guys have met Brooke and Mila, I see," I motion to the girls, who are caught up in their own conversation. They both smile mischievously, "Yes we have, brother. Dude, all three of them look extremely hot," Jasper whispers. "I fucking second that," Em raises his right hand, "I cannot believe you've been hitting that regularly, Eddie. You have lots of reporting to do, sir."

We all laugh, "Honestly, all of that reporting is probably already detailed somewhere in a fucking tabloid, aren't you guys supposed to be getting married soon?" Jasper jokes. I laugh along with them, "Those damn paps," we chuckle a little too much. My god, we are drunk.

"Ahem," we hear to our left. It's the women, looking at us expectantly. "Hey babe," I pull Ade in by the waist and give her a swift kiss, "thanks for coming."
"Of course baby. You enjoying yourself with all of these girls flocking you?" She asks in the sweetest voice.

"Yeah, stop it gets annoying," I smile, before scoffing playfully and mockingly pushing her away. She cackles, "Yeah, whatever playboy. Come on, let's dance." She pulls me deeper into the crowd. Through the corner of my eye, I see Jas and Em pair off with Mila and Brooke. My boys.

I look to my right and see Bella dancing with some guy, all the while watching me. It was like a game of cat and mouse. She stares when I look away.

Well darling, you're about to get an eyeful.

Audrey grabs my hips from behind and starts off with slow, tortuous movements. I grab her by the waist and guide her how I like it. I take a sip of my drink and take notice of our intersection, watching her react to my growing erection. Our hips move in synchrony with the beat, and I can't help but just think of how beautiful Ade is. I place my lips on the nape of her neck and begin to slowly kiss her skin.

She moans and runs her fingers through my hair, encouraging me to suck harder. I hand the drink in my fist to whomever-the-hell is nearby and grab handfuls her breasts, pulling her into me. My hips buck against hers more aggressively. She lifts the hem of my shirt to caress my abdomen and I reach down, raising her skirt to her upper thigh.

At this point, I'm rock hard. I know she feels all of my cock because wherever I move, her plump buttocks is right there to meet it. My hands linger around her waist, then move between her legs. She's soaked, and moans to my slightest touch. I tease her a bit by sliding a finger up and down her slit, then circle her clit. I could feel her radiance, her intensity and in that moment, I wanted nothing more than to fuck her silly. I retract my hand from her center and suck my fingertip, making sure she sees. If only I could describe the lust in her eyes.

She turns around and seductively wraps her arms around my neck. I'm taken by surprise as she pleasantly grinds her silk-covered pussy against my hard on. I grab her ass and squeeze before I crash my lips to hers. We halt making out as the song ends, and just stare into each other's eyes. She bites her lip and then punches my chest. "You asshole!" she exclaims, playful. "What'd I do?" I say coyly. "Getting me all worked up, I've got half a mind to fuck your brains out right now," she spouts. We both laugh. "I'm gonna go get a drink," she pats my shoulder before walking off.

I look up to where Bloodsucker was standing before, but she wasn't there. I check my flanks and there's no sign of her. I finally spot her a little later, at the edge of the dance floor talking to Alice and Rosalie. She looks pissed. They then all look in my direction.

Well then. I act as if I don't see them and head over to the snack bar.

As I pour myself another cup of punch, I spot the bloodsucking brunette walking my way. Great.

BPOV_

I start dancing with Troy- a random from the football team- in attempts to make McHotass jealous, but when I look back over to him my jaw almost drops to the floor. Dammit! He and some Victoria's Secret model were pretty much having sex and it was absolutely the hottest shit I've ever seen... and now I'm panicking. I quickly evade the dance floor, and detour to Alice and Rose who are currently being entertained by a slew of men.

"Guys. Serious problem," I interrupt their dating show. "What?" Rose asks. "Oh no, he actually is gay?" Alice blurts out.

I chuckle inside, "Well no," I nod in the direction of my McHotass sucking the face off of McHotTits.

"Oh boy. Okay Bells, we've got to do some damage control," Alice warns. We circle up.

"Try to get him alone, and maybe get to know him. Most of all, just be honest," Rose says. Simple enough.

"Shouldn't be too hard to find somewhere quiet," Alice smiles and nods toward the staircase, "and I feel there are plenty ways you could get to know him really well, so to speak." I like the way you think, pixie.

"Be back," I say before walking off. I see him and McHotTits part ways and figure it's my chance to strike. I take a deep breath and follow him to the snack bar.

EPOV_

"Hey you," Bella tries to say casually as she pours herself a cup of punch. I take my time to respond. "Hi," I return quietly before taking a seat on a nearby stool. She follows suit. Crap, she wants something.

"How are you?" She asks. I slowly bring my eyes to hers. Where do you honestly think this conversation is going? Honestly, though. All of the responses I've given her tonight were extremely standoffish, one word phrases and she still hasn't picked up.. Maybe that's just who she is... a generally unperceptive person. I stare at her blankly, "Fantastic. You?"

"Good. And I'm okay," I observe her and almost feel bad for how hard she's trying. If only she'd shown such pity on me. "So.. I understand you're one of the masterminds behind this party," she looks at me for confirmation. I break eye contact, nod and take a sip of my drink. I'm looking at everything but her. "Thank you so much for doing this, and inviting me, rather," she says genuinely.

"Yep," is all I offer. I see her starting to get more and more discouraged as this "conversation" progresses. She looks genuinely heartbroken. The music filling the house grows louder, which conveniently disguises our extremely awkward silence. I allow her to revel in that feeling of deep thought and rejection. I'm purposely making her feel shitty to assuage a bitterness that used to consume me whenever I thought about it. Empathize.

This is me breaking a lesson. You see, during one of my series of teachings I learned how forgive. However, I'm practically tearing down this girls self-esteem to build upon my own. Only because she hurt me a few years back. This is completely poor form, I know, but I just really need her to experience that before telling her I forgive her. Because I do forgive her.

"No, but thank you for coming," her eyes shoot back up to mine, "people like you make the party so much fun," I offer a light smile. She smiles back brightly.

No need to be bitter forever, I guess. What's happened happened. Sure. Is all forgiven? Sure. Is all forgotten? Absolutely not. If she thinks this is the first step to our "relationship" then she's got another thing coming, that's for sure.

"Hey, maybe we could dance sometime, or play BP," she spouts optimistically, stretching her voice over the pounding melody. "Maybe," I respond but completely disregard the thought, "I forgive you, by the way." The music was even louder, so it probably overshadowed that last part.

"What?" She yells, and leans in. "I said, I forgive you," I repeat.

"I can't hear you! Can we go somewhere a little bit more quiet?" Hm.

"That's probably not a good idea," I say back.

"It's so loud, I just cannot hear you! I said maybe we should go somewhere quiet, like your room," It was loud, but she's probably over-exaggerating.

She's smiling brilliantly and clearly won't be taking no for an answer. This probably isn't a good idea.

I smirk faintly and nod, relenting. She grasps my hand, allowing me to lead her to my suite upstairs. We enter the large bedroom and I lock the door behind us, instantly muffling the raucous from the rest of the party.

"This is nice," she leans back onto the bed and pats the spot next to her. "It is," I ignore her invitation and remain standing. "Downstairs, I was telling you that I forgive you," I say, getting right to the point. Realization highlights her expression."Yeah, I'm really sorry about that. I just really wanted to touch you," she says truly, before rising to take my hand and leading me back to the bed to sit with her. She begins to caress my back.

Confused at first, I then understand she's referencing the beach. I breathe out a laugh, "that's not what I'm talking about," I run my fingers through my hair. "Oh, well good," she pushes me back and straddles me. "I was under the impression that you wanted to talk," I'm a bit taken aback as she loosens her bustier and begins to make out with me. "Bella, stop," I say firmly against her lips.

She starts, "Please don't fight this," and then her lusty eyes open wide. "Wait. You know my name?" I pick her up and set her aside.

"Listen, you put me through a lot of shit way back when; but I figured I should tell you, I forgive you," I say honestly. She looks utterly confused. "What are you talking about?" She asks. I could just tell her, "Look bitch, I'm Edward Cullen," but that's no fun.

Her eyes light up as I take off my shirt. "Perfect, we are on the same page I see," she starts unbuttoning her pants. "Stop," I halt her from trying to commence sexual activity, then turn to point at a faint scar on the small of my back, "See this?" She runs her fingers over it and nods. "Remember in sixth grade, when I climbed up to your window at two in the morning 'cause you asked me to, but utterly failed and fell into your hedges?" It took a moment, but when it hit her boy did it hit her.

Her jaw drops and her eyes grow wider than the moon. Comprehension spreads across her face.

"Ed, Ed-Edward?" she places her hand on my cheek. "Bingo," I nod.

"Oh my," was all she could manage before she fainted.

A/N: Heh.