Hello again! So let's see what Bella thinks of Edward... I'm sure he put off a most gentlemanly air, yeah?

SM Owns Twilight. I own an increasing amount of naughty pics... for research of course!

Bad Things- Jace Everett (yep- I'm totally stealing from True Blood)

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Chapter 4: My Lab Partner is kinda...

BPOV

First day of school and I meet the most incredible looking but creepy guy ever.

Ok. The guy who sat next to me in Biology maybe wasn't necessarily creepy.

Unless you thought a constant boner and his perverted glances at my chest were creepy.

But he was gorgeous.

Even with that bad boy act he had going on.

Who still wore tattered jeans that were too tight? And that ratty t-shirt and jean jacket?

Hello 1980's…but he pulled it off by still looking hot as hell.

And a little creepy.

Then there was the intense look in those deep green eyes as he watched me. I tried hard not to glance at him while the teacher was lecturing, but it was a little hard with the heavy breathing and then the staring.

I don't think he even knew he was doing it.

I'd glance over and his eyes would be a little glazed, but still looking my way before he'd jerk and look away, nostrils flared and a hand in his unruly hair. I liked his hair best. It was a darker shade of something like firelight. Not quite red, not quite brown. And it looked like he had rolled out of bed, after a rousing good night.

At least that's what I assumed sex hair looked like.

Not that I knew.

New start. Right?

So I sat there listening to a lecture I had already done in my last school and took in the scent of something like lotion and hot boy intermixed and wondered if he moisturized. His stubbled jaw made it difficult to discern, but his long fingers as the flexed and gripped seemed pretty smooth. And his nails were cut short, maybe even a little polished, like he buffed them.

Weirder still, when he clenched his fist, his jaw did too.

He was awfully tense.

Was it me?

I fingered my hair a little more nervously, I had let it down today, instead of pulling it up into the safe and modest ponytail I usually wore. Was it frizzy from the wet air?

But every time I caught him looking, it wasn't my hair he was looking at. It was further south. It had me wondering if maybe this new top wasn't the best choice for the first day. I thought it was cute. A little more daring than I usually wore; it was one of those distressed cotton shirts that seemed a little see through.

Maybe that was why he had a bulge.

Oh, god. Could he see my bra?

It wasn't much, just black cotton. But it had a little pink bow in the middle and it made my boobs look better than usual.

I glanced down and noticed I was high beaming everyone.

Crap! When did that happen?

He was staring again. And clenching.

I was too, now that I was more conscious of my body.

It was hot in here.

Or maybe it was creepy hot guy's eyes, burning a whole through my chest.

I knew I needed to say something to him. Clear this weird tension in the air that made me want to climb into my own backpack to hide or into his lap and ride him like a cowgirl on a bucking bronco.

My new persona so far seemed to be mute and horny.

Not much different than the old me.

I opened my mouth a few times to say something, like thank him for showing me to the classroom. And then a clench of his long fingers had me retreating to my inner closet, biting down on my pen in nervous energy.

This was absurd.

I was never going to get anywhere with anyone if I couldn't face my fears.

And he was the first boy I had ever noticed that seemed to react to me, personally.

In a creepy, 'I want to look at you like you're a prime rib' sort of way.

I knuckled down my fears and took a breath as class was nearing the end.

I'd just introduce myself.

A simple, 'Hi, I'm Bella, and I'd like to see what's behind door number ButtonFlies.'

Maybe just hello and thank you then.

I didn't get the chance, of course.

As soon as the bell rang, he was out the door and disappearing into the bathroom again.

Weird.

He must be the most regular teen boy ever.

That or he was jacking off that huge bulge in his pants.

Why did that make me want to clench my thighs some more?

God I needed to get laid.

Soon.

I'd talk to him tomorrow.

Introductions.

I kind of hoped he wore those jeans again too.

It made his ass look good.

Fuck. Maybe I was the creepy one.

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AN: Takes one to know one, Bella.

Poor Edward. He's not as inconspicuous as he thinks...

More tomorrow. Let's see if Edward can keep quiet about his new lab partner to his dad.

My fave nicknames for Edward so far: Wankward, Yankward, Satyrward, Chafeward and MightGoBlindWard... *snicker*

Have a great day! MWAH!

steph