Stephenie has it all. I just decided to play with her characters and add some of mine.

Pre-read by TeamAllTwilight.

Edward is 16 in the beginning. I hope you enjoy it! It's a glimpse of how he was in high school.

My door slammed to the wall, making me jump. I had been awake for about a minute, hoping to go back to sleep. No such luck. My blanket left my body as Emmett dragged me out of the bed.

"OW!" I protested when I fell on the floor. He didn't seem to care, because he pulled me to the bathroom.

"Hurry up! Your training starts in five minutes."

"What training?" I groaned, rubbing my ass.

"We're starting high school in a week and we're both going on the team, this year."

"I'm not playing anything," I grumbled. "Let me go back to sleep."

"Yes, you'll learn how to play basketball. What kind of man are you? You don't like any sports!" Emmett huffed, pushing me toward the sink. "Wash."

He sounded like a drill sergeant. "Do you want to go into army?" I asked, half joking as I grabbed my toothbrush.

"No." He shuddered. I didn't want to know what he was thinking. "They always say not to drop the soap, so I can only imagine what that means."

I shrugged, not understanding and continued to brush my teeth. There were many things I didn't understand. They were patient with me, explaining…but never Emmett. He always exclaimed "You don't know that?" and he started laughing, making me feel stupid.

Like that time; I had to make popcorn and I had no idea how to do it. Alice had helped me, showing me how to put the bag inside the microwave. Or when I had to choose what movie to watch, and introduce it into the DVD player. I had no idea what buttons to press, and Emmett was quick to make fun of me. Then there was a very embarrassing experience, when our parents had taken us to the movies at a mall. I could say I was lucky I went with Emmett to the bathroom, but he was never helpful. I had no idea how to make the faucet work – there were no buttons or knobs.

"How does it work?" I had asked him, earning a booming laugh, like always.

"Just stick your hands under it."

I had watched him do it then did it myself. Later, Daddy had explained about the sensors it had. It wouldn't have hurt Emmett to just tell me what to do, without laughing. After washing my hands, I found no paper towels which had made him laugh harder. There was a machine with warm air that dried my hands. I hadn't talked with my brother for a full week after that incident. He was always mean.

"Are you ready?" he asked, brining me back to present. "You don't have to make them squeaky clean, no one will care!"

"I don't want cavities," I told him, rinsing my mouth.

He rolled his eyes, and started pushing me out of the bathroom.

"Wait! I have to pee."

"Wear what I'll put on your bed," he said, rolling his eyes again before leaving me alone.

He was so annoying. I had his fingers imprinted on my skin where he had grasped earlier. Maybe the sport wouldn't be a bad idea. I hated to bruise so easily, but it was nice when Mommy scolded him for my every new bruise even though he hadn't made it.

Five minutes later, I was in the backyard, dressed in blue shorts, a white t-shirt and my Pumas. Being so early in the morning, it was cold so I was about to turn around to grab my jacket when I saw Emmett.

"Where are you going, little bro? Bailing already?"

"I'm grabbing my jacket."

"You'll warm up soon enough. Let's stretch first."

I imitated his movements, then he grabbed the ball from the ground.

"Okay, now I'm going to throw this toward you and you're going to catch it then throw it back, kay?" he asked, grinning.

"Sure."

I had two left hands and when the ball hit my chest, it left me breathless. And Emmett started laughing.

"Your hands have to be like this," he explained, coming to arrange my hands in front of my chest. "It's just a wrist motion."

It was the first time, he explained something. He really wanted to teach me how to play.

"Okay. Let's try again," I said, rubbing my chest. It was going to be a nasty bruise.

This time, I was prepared and caught the ball, making Emmett cheer. I threw it back but my coordination wasn't good and it hit him in the face.

"Shit!" he shouted.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled. "Are you okay?"

"Sure. Try to aim for my hands."

I nodded, and so we started throwing the ball between us. It was boring as hell. Was his basketball? I didn't like it.

"Okay! Time for the real stuff!" Emmett exclaimed loudly.

"But what was that we did?" I wondered. My arm muscles were already burning.

"Warming up, bro!"

I ground my teeth. I hated when he called me bro. I had a name.

"So I have to throw the ball in the basket."

"That's the idea. And do call it hoop," he told me, showing me how to throw the ball.

It didn't look hard. And his ball didn't even get inside. He passed it to me, catching me off guard, but somehow, I caught the ball, surprising the both of us. Emmett whistled.

I dribbled the ball as I had seen him do it then eyed the hoop and threw it – miracle of all miracles, it went inside. I started at the hoop fascinated.

"Good job, Eddie!" Emmett clapped on my back.

"Stop calling me Eddie!" I shouted.

"Try again," he urged me, putting the ball in my hands.

I dribbled it again, but this time, he stole it from me. Something snapped inside me, probably the instinct of keeping it at me, and I started chasing him trying to get the ball back. We continued like that – I snatched the ball back about seven times and every time, it went through the hoop. I started to like it more and more. We continued playing until he got really defensive and started pushing me away with his shoulder. Until I fell on the small cemented area and heard a crack. It was my shoulder, I could tell.

Emmett froze, hands in the air, about to throw the ball. His eyes wide in panic.

"Oh God! Edward, are you hurt? I'm going to bring Dad."

I sat up, clutching my shoulder. It hurt so badly. Tears gathered in my eyes, but I didn't want to let them fall. Emmett had told me that only girls cry.

I smelled Mommy before I saw her. She fell next to me, hugging me tightly until I whimpered in pain.

"What did you do now, Emmett?" she asked angrily. "Where does it hurt?" she asked me, concerned.

"My shoulder. We were just playing," I explained. I had no idea why I took his side, but something told me that pushing was part of the game. It had been my fault I hadn't kept my balance.

"Is it broken?" Emmett asked, hovering over us.

Mommy touched my left shoulder and the tears started falling from my eyes. Her worried eyes searched my face. "I don't think it's broken, but there's something wrong. We're going to the hospital. You're lucky Dad's working today."

We pilled inside the car. Alice was still in her pajamas, looking confused of why we had woken her up. Emmett explained what had happened and she slapped him making Mommy upset.

"Stop fighting! Alice, I told you it's not nice to hit people."

"But he hurt Edward," she whined.

"I don't see Edward hurting him," Mommy told her, turning to us when we were at a red light.

"He can't because he's hurt, so I'm doing it for him."

"Not like he could hit me," Emmett added, eyeing me. "He doesn't have the force."

I looked away, wishing I was tougher. I should have retorted something, but I just sat there, glaring out the window.

At the hospital, Dad inspected my arm and told me that he had to put my shoulder back.

"What?" I asked confused.

"Just hold onto Mommy's hand. It will hurt a little."

It hurt. A lot. I was sure that people in China heard my scream. But that was all. There was no need for cast. And the pain was gone as fast as it had started.

For the next few days, I could barely move from my first muscle fever or delayed onset muscle soreness as Dad had called it. Every muscle in my body was stiff and it hurt to move. Emmett kept trying to make me play with him again, but I avoided the backyard like the plague.

When sophomore year started, Emmett dragged me for tryout. Somehow – with amazing luck – I got on the team. That meant more training – at home, at school. Some training hours were over my piano lessons and soon, I had to choose between them because it was too much. I chose basketball. That day, Emmett was so happy, he even allowed me to play with his prized car games the whole day.

As I had played, I thought of the first time I saw a computer. I had no idea what to do, and when Dad had bought me one, I had been too embarrassed to admit I had no idea what to do. So I had gone to my brother, endured his mocking laughter just to learn how to use it.

Being on the team was great. Everyone was talking nicely with me and, something I hadn't thought possible – girls were interested in me. After my fifth game, I was on my way to the lockers when a girl appeared in front of me, grinning.

"You played really good!"

"Uhh, thanks," I told her, returning the smile.

"You heard about the party, right?"

"Yeah." I nodded, glancing toward the locker's room door. Emmett always had perfect timing. I hoped he wasn't going to interrupt this time. "Are you going?"

She beamed at me. "Yep. I was hoping…we'll go together."

I gulped, unsure what to answer. Girls weren't my field. Emmett. I needed him. "Sure," I answered.

"Great! I'll see you there at eight, Edward."

I grinned like a lunatic until I realized she was leaving and I didn't know her name.

"Hey! Wait up!" I jogged after her. She turned to me, smiling. "What's your… I don't have… I don't know your name," I stuttered, blushing.

"It's Sylvia."

I nodded, suddenly feeling awkward. "I'll see you there."

I bounded into the locker room, finding only Emmett there.

"There you are! I thought something had happened," he said seriously.

I grinned, hugging him. "Are you going to the party?" I asked after releasing him.

He watched me shocked for a full minute. "Is this about some girl?"

"Maybe…"

His blue eyes sparkled. "You're growing up! I told you basketball is great. See?"

"But I need your help," I told him, changing my clothes.

"What do you need?"

"Well…I've never…you know…kissed someone…"

"You haven't?" he asked, shocked.

"No," I mumbled, fighting with my shirt. "Just help me, okay?"

"How can I help you? Aim for the lips and move them. What else can I tell you?"

I rolled my eyes. "I know that. I've seen you too many times doing it. Unfortunately," I muttered. "What if she…wants…more?"

He barked a loud laugh. "We're just sixteen, idiot! And girls usually aren't ready for that at this age. Only those like Heather…or if they fall in love."

"What's wrong with Heather?" I asked. She was my desk mate in a few classes and she was alright.

"She's been with everyone in this high school. And some."

"Like…being intimate?"

Emmett laughed. "Yeah."

"Oh. Well…lucky it's Sylvia that asked me, huh?"

"Sylvia?" Emmett shouted. "Are you kidding me? I've been trying to get her attention for weeks!"

"She sort of came to me…" I shrugged.

"Good luck, bro!" He clapped my back.

We went home, showered and ate something before going to the party. Mom made sure we called her to come get us. It was embarrassing. We really had to have our cars. Emmett was still trying to pass his driving test, but I had mine and there was no car. Yet.

The party was loud and looked like the jungle. It took me a few minutes to find Sylvia. When we met at the drink table, she already had a glass in her hand. Emmett had warned me to be careful with what I drank.

After a few drinks, we went outside and sat on the ground, our backs leaning against the wall.

"I heard Coach wants to make you captain next year," Sylvia said.

"Yeah. But Emmett's been on the team for longer than me and he's better," I replied, shrugging.

"Aww, so modest." Her knee touched mine, making my skin flame on that spot.

I cleared my throat, thinking of a topic, but coming up with nothing. I was positive I hadn't drunk just Coke. It had had something because I felt like swaying. Or maybe, I was really swaying.

Sylvia turned to me, straddling my lap and putting her hands behind my neck. She was watching me questioningly, so I leaned forward, pressing my lips to hers. She smiled against them and started moving them. The feeling was unique and I really liked it. Her hands were doing something to my neck that made my stomach muscles clench. I titled my head in the other direction to have better access to her soft lips, which opened and then I felt her tongue on my bottom lip. I didn't stop to think it was gross, just opened mine eagerly. She started moving against my lap, causing my dick to harden. I started to panic, hoping she wouldn't notice. To my surprise, she liked it, and rubbed right against it, all over it.

I tore my mouth from her, moaning loudly. Was that how a first kiss should be?

We continued like that until I started freaking out. Emmett had talked to me about this, but I had never done it to myself. I felt grossed out by his magazines and the idea of rubbing my dick alone was plain stupid. I wished I had done it. Just to know what was to come – because I was sure I was headed that way.

"Have you done it before?" Sylvia asked in my ear.

I moved my head back, watching her shocked. "N..no."

She grinned. "Can I touch you?"

"I…uhh…yeah?"

She unbuttoned my jeans and her small hand wrapped around me through my boxers. The coiling in my stomach erupted and a burning fire engulfed me, making my toes curls and loud noises leave my throat. My dick was pulsing. She looked a little disappointed when I managed to focus on her, but there was smugness in her expression.

I had no idea what to do. My boxers were sticky.

"Sylvia!" someone shouted from behind the corner.

I quickly buttoned back my jeans before we scrambled up. We kissed again. Then she had to go to her friend. I didn't see her for the rest of the night. Emmett called Mom to come after us, and once home, I followed Emmett to his room.

"I'm beat. Can we talk tomorrow?" he asked, already knowing I had questions.

"Please," I insisted.

Groaning, he let me inside his room. "What?"

I could have chosen a lot of things to say, like:

I had my first kiss.

It was incredible.

She was soft and warm and I wanted to do it again.

But no. I had to say the most embarrassing thing ever.

"I came in my pants," I blurted out.

"Whoa!" Emmett shouted, watching me surprised.

I dug holes in the carpet in his room, waiting for him to say something helpful.

"Shit, bro! You can't say stuff like that."

"I had no idea what to say." I shrugged.

"Did you kiss?"

"Yep."

"Did you grope?"

"Uhh…maybe."

"Okaaay…you're not my brother for five minutes," he said seriously. "Sit down, here."

I sat on the edge of his bed, not knowing why I wasn't his brother anymore. Had I done something wrong?

"Look, we're going to be as frank as we can. Okay, Edward?" he asked, sitting next to me.

"Sure."

"Did she touch you?" he asked, gauging my expression.

"Yeah."

"Skin on skin?"

"No." My eyes widened in realization of where this was headed.

"Through the pants?"

"No, through the boxers. And then…it happened."

"Okay. I take it, you didn't use my magazines?" he asked, smirking.

"Uhh, not really."

"See, why you need to know what to do? Promise to use them?"

"Mom will freak!" I said loudly.

"She doesn't have to know. You're keeping them hidden, right?"

"Well…"

"Shit, Edward! You have to hide them. Somewhere secret. Where no one knows of them besides yourself."

"Okay, I will. What do I do…now?"

"Shower, and throw the boxers away."

"No… I mean…what do I do about Sylvia?" I muttered.

"If she will still look at you on Monday, then you talk to her, hook up, ask her out…. I dunno, man. The usual."

"Hook up?"

Emmett groaned. "Yes! You kiss, you make out…stuff like that."

"Okay. Why wouldn't she look at me?"

"Girls are weird like that. You'll learn." He punched my shoulder. "Now, go and shower."

After Sylvia, came Ramona. Then, after the end of the championship, I was again with Sylvia. It was then when I realized I could have whoever I wanted – the day Coach Clapp made me captain.

The party after the last game was held at our house. Our parents trusted us. I was glad of that. Before going to the game, I had snuck into Emmett's room and stolen some of his condoms. I was hoping he wouldn't notice.

After spending two hours drinking and dancing downstairs, I left Emmett to take care of the house. I took Sylvia to my room and we didn't waste much time.

The whole summer had been the best time of my life. The beginning of junior year brought a change. It was nice with Sylvia, but there were other nice girls around. I started making out behind her back until she caught me and we broke up. I didn't have time to be upset because there was immediately another girl. I started forgetting their names. I realized they liked it if I called them "baby" so I called them all that. Some of them knew they weren't the only ones. Emmett thought I was the biggest jerk to live by doing this and Alice was revolted by the way I treated the girls, some of them, her friends. After making her best friend cry, I learned the hard way I shouldn't fool around with her BFFs.

I was aware I had changed, but I liked the new me. I wasn't the little scared boy anymore. Everyone thought I was strong, and I believed it too. The walls I had created around me were impenetrable. Not even my family could get past them.

College promised a new chapter of my life, and many girls. I had promised my Dad to learn, because my dream to become a doctor was still there. Doctors had an amazing social circle.

When we arrived on the campus, I went to grab my key and met a girl that was the RA. I had her against a wall, kissing before we got to my room. She had only wanted to help me find my room. I already loved college.

After a week or so, I decided to find the Starbucks Alice had told me about. With the map in my hand, I went in search of it, managing to bump into someone. Instinctively, I caught the person before they hit the ground.

"Oh, hi!" the girl whispered, blushing.

"Hi." I grinned to her.

She watched me surprised – probably knowing who I was. Everyone seemed to know that.

"Coffee?" the girl asked, uncertainly. I think her name was Martha, I remembered seeing her at the food court.

"Sure," I agreed. "I was actually looking for Starbucks."

"This way," she said, linking our arms.

By the time we reached to coffee house, she was on my back. Girls liked that shit for some reason. When we entered the coffee house, I saw my sister talking with her new friend. I hadn't met that one before. I approached them, leaving Martha by the door, but having in mind to turn back to her.

The girl muttered something to Alice.

"Edward," Alice greeted, her back still to me. How did she do that? Every fucking time?

"How do you know?" I demanded. My eyes cut to her friend and I grinned to her. It always worked. "And you are…?" I trailed off suggestively. She was cute and easy. I was sure.

"Bella. Not a pleasure," she spat out. Was she the new Rosalie or something? Surely, she didn't look like a bitch.

"Unfortunately, he is my brother, too," Alice sighed, explaining who I was.

I was ready to retort when Jane clang to me. I greeted her and she told me her name was Jessica. Whatever. I had to go back to calling them "baby" like in high school.

That was how I met Bella. She had me intrigued from that first interaction. But she was Alice's best friend. Besides that, everyone liked her: Emmett, Jasper and Rosalie.

I didn't care. I wanted her. Just to see what was so special about this Bella Swan. When we had our "family time," she ignored me, or asked about my latest sexcapade. Like she cared. There was something pulling me to her and I wasn't going to give up until I had her. Just once. Damn if she was Alice's best friend! I didn't care.

What I didn't plan was to fall in love with her in the complicated process of seducing her.

What I never thought possible was to be happy with her. Bella was everything I always needed and didn't know it.

Like it? I hope so. I'm working on more outtakes.

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