You know I'm bad, the times I've had,
I've got a bad reputation,
I don't care, I get my share,
Don't feel no deprivation,
The more I get the better it is,
I like it fine, I like a little whizz,
Treat 'em like ladies, that's a fact,
You know The Chase Is Better Than The Catch

I quickly composed myself. I strutted through the lunch room doors, hot on his trail. The boy may have been hot. But I had one thing other girls didn't: control. "How was the break?" Alice asked. The pixie always knew when something was up. "Edward hogged the fag." "That's not fair. I thought I shared plenty." His statement was accompanied with a sly wink and a pout. That pout could make you promise him your first born child. Before I could respond with a witty comeback, the bell rung. "Well AP Biology calls. Frog dissection and all that." A chorus of byes rang out from the group but one voice was missing. The owner of that voice held my backpack in his hand. "What are you doing?" The arch of my brow portrayed my true confusion. "We are going to class." The emphasis on the we showed that I had no true choice. His forcefulness made me wonder how he used his force in other situations, sending a chill up my spine. "I can take care if myself, ya know?" "Yea, I know. Humor me." I stood shakily. The smile that boy had just sent me was swoon worthy. I walked ahead of him quickly. I could tell by the look in his eyes he enjoyed the chase. His eyes were on the prize and so were mine.

Warm air brushed against neck. "Slow down, Brown Eyes.". A kiss on the spine of my neck caused me to falter in my step. His smiling eyes and deep chuckle showed that he noticed my stumble. I couldn't let him get the best of. "Can't keep up? Pace is an important factor." Never one to give up the last word, he replied "Slow and steady can get the job done just as well. But hard and fast is what you want I can adapt.". Before I could take a breath, my back was firmly sandwiched in between him and a locker. A gasp escaped me involuntarily. "Looks like someone is out of breath. Panting for more?" The teasing could be heard in his voice. I leaned in his ear and whispered "Its only round one, Trouble." With a nibble on his ear, I slipped right out of the cage of his arms and down the hall. Edward's voice echoed through the halls as heads turned and eyes stared at him. "Game on, Brown Eyes!". The only question I had was: Who will be the winner?

I don't even know the answer to that question. Suggestions,comments and question welcomed, my sexies.

Well its late tonight, and i see the look in your eyes.
They light you up like a burning fire full of desire.
And I touch your face, and you move with grace.
And our lips collide in a burning ride with a warm embrace.

I wanna taste your skin; I wanna be let in.
I wanna hold you and feel you like you've never been.
I wanna touch you there; I wanna kiss you here.
And maybe by the sunrise well both come to our senses.

Well I close my eyes and I open my heart
as the heat of the moment slowly tears our clothes apart.
And we begin to move as I slowly surrender to
the beauty and seduction that embodies you.

I slid into my seat, a satisfied smirk firmly in place on my mouth. The bell rung just as he entered the class and his eyes were locked onto the seat. Mike Newton thought otherwise and slid all five feet and eight inches of his gelled hair self into the seat beside me."Sup, Bella boo." I could barely contain the giggles which escaped my lips as I saw Edward's fist tighten. The tap on his shoulder damn near startled Newton out of his chair. All six feet two inches of Edward dwarfed over Mike. Edward simply lifted his pierced brow as he spoke. "You're in my fucking seat Newton." The click of Edward's tongue piercing could be heard in the quiet of the classroom. That flash of silver my muscles clench. Newton tripped over his feet in an attempt to scurry back to his seat.

"Pussy".

The muttered insult of Edward broke my small resolve as roaring laughter emerged from my mouth. Edward joined in, his deep chuckle mingling with my laughter. It felt good to laugh. Edward sat in sit just as walked in 5 minutes late as usual. Because it was the first day he would be doing the syllabus and speech spigle. This gave me the perfect opportunity to check out my competitor. Edward was a true stud. Black ink spilled slightly out of his short sleeve white t-shirt. His hand ran through his copper hair as he turned to face me.

"See something you like?"

"I could ask you the same question."

"Well I didn't eat lunch and I was looking for something tasty. Seems like I found it." Those peach kissed lips parted to reveal his smooth pink tongue. The chrome embedded soft muscle of his tongue reminded me of his capabilities."Are you sweet or sour darling?" He pulled my hand up to his mouth placing a sweet kiss upon the center of my palm and my fingertips. "Most definitely sweet with a hint of sour." Looks like round two goes to Edward Cullen. "I wonder if it is the same all over." Oh, I may have meet my match.