EDWARD, SEVEN YEARS LATER (17 YEARS OLD)
"What are you gonna do about it, punk?" He shoves me back as the guys look on and I look at him like he's lost his fucking mind, before turning to walk away.
"That's right pussy boy, go get back in daddy's car and drive the fuck away." His voice makes my heart pound and anger flames through me as I ignore him, reaching the gate.
There's no use in entertaining him with a fight. He'll win anyway. Jasper and Nate know this too and they follow wordlessly.
Not only is he about twenty pounds heavier than me, but he's four years older, and Jacob Black fights dirty. Everyone in town knows it. He's the classic example of a thug... carried a gun since he was sixteen.
I'm not scared. But I'm also not stupid. So, I grab my basketball and leave the courts, not giving him the time of day.
Last week he showed up at a party and busted a beer bottle over Luke's head just because he didn't like Luke's response to him when the keg ran out. Two days later he beat a guy to a pulp with brass knuckles in the parking lot of his dad's bar… he's a loose cannon. And he's probably got a gun on him right now... which is why I walked.
What he doesn't know, is this isn't daddy's car. I worked my ass off for it, still do.
Jake Black can suck my dick.
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Emmett and I raid my dad's stash of Stoli before we head over to Nate's.
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It's Friday night and Nate's parents are gone for the weekend. Close to 100 people will most likely be here by the end of the night, which is why I'll probably bail out early, before the cops get called.
Nate almost burns his face off lighting the last tiki torch as his girl, Emily, and her friend, Sims, stretch a long, black tarp across the back yard. They're both wearing cut off tanks and bikini bottoms so it's hard not to watch. I'm just waiting on them to get wet, so we can see their tits.
Emmett helps them get it positioned across the back edge, laying it diagonally down the hill, where there's a big blow up pool filled with glow sticks. While Nate complains about singeing his brows, Garrett grabs the hose and sprays the tarp, and Jasper dumps detergent all over it.
I sit quietly beside the keg... drinking and observing.
Emmett wastes no time getting it slick, and grabs Emily and Sims, curling them in each arm and dragging them down, onto their backs. The girls laugh and scream while Emmett slings them down the hill, the three of them crashing into the pool at the bottom.
Once they've untangled, Sims starts toward me... her see-through tank, soaked and sticking to her. She's got a pretty face, and her body is pretty nice, but she's dumb as shit, so I can't find it in myself to give into her advances. I do like looking at her tits though. So I do, until she makes it across the yard and in front of me. I get up before she can sit on my lap and I step to the keg to refill my cup.
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An hour later, the back yard is packed with bodies sliding into bodies, heavy lidded eyes, blaring music and loud, stumbling girls. Puffs of smoke fill the air above me, where I'm laid back in a lounge chair with a red solo cup in hand. I look on as girls are sliding, tits first and Emmett's walking around with scrapes all down his back, from wrestling with Mike.
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Jasper is soapy and already drunk as shit, with his arm around Nate. We're sitting under the tree, by the keg and I'm getting more and more pissed off by the second.
Jasper and Nate won't shut the fuck up about the courts the other day.
It's got me all fucked up… my anger building. I'm regretting not decking Jake Black in the face.
Eric comes up to me with some smoke in his hand and I pass. The guys don't hesitate to give me shit for not smoking that's it, I'm just done with everybody. So, I fill one last cup, tell the guys to suck my dick and I go back inside.
I walk through the house, digging for my keys, headed to my car, craving speed.
I weave through the hallways and the groups of people, ignoring the pulls on my sleeve and anyone calling my name when I spot Victoria talking to Riley.
I find a certain kind of release when I drive that I can't replicate. Sometimes a good blowjob, or a quick fuck will do it, but lately, I can't stand dealing with all the small talk I have to put up with to get a piece. Victoria is one of the few that aren't like that. Most girls want to talk and shit. Text back and forth, ride in my car. Waste my time.
They're all liars. So I don't give any of them what they want. Victoria doesn't want anything from me and I want nothing from her, so it's an easy situation.
I head straight in her direction, stepping between them, pushing my fingers through hers, and pulling her to the bathroom. I shoot Riley a bird over my shoulder as we walk off.
Fuck him too.
She laughs at me as she follows, but when I close the door behind us, I don't smile. I cover her mouth with mine.
After I move her mouth from mine, I ask her if she wants to put her lips somewhere else. She responds with a wild smile as she lowers to the floor.
Her knees hit the ground, my buckle clings open and within seconds she has me in her mouth.
She's good at what she does, starting off slow and remaining patient. She takes her time before she rocks faster.
I keep one hand on the back of her head, the other on the wall as I tag the back of her throat.
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Ten minutes later, people are beating on the door, I'm yelling, "Fuck off," and she's still working me. My abs are tensed, my legs are locked and my stomach tightens each time her head moves down but I can't hold onto the feeling. All the distractions… the building sensation keeps escaping me.
Like a roller coaster, I keep climbing and climbing but I can't make it to the drop. I hold my breath to get better sensation and try to block out all knocks on the door, and the voices in my head that say I'm a pussy and that all women lie and leave.
It's no use tonight.
Finally, I bring my hand just under her chin, pulling her off of me, when I realize I'm not gonna cum. I button my pants and tell her "Sorry, I gotta get outta here," as I leave her in the bathroom alone, closing the door behind me.
Jasper just happens to be outside the bathroom when I exit and I roll right past him.
When I make it out the front door, Jasper tries to stop me but I push him away and tell him to fuck off. He comes after me saying, "Come on, man… we were just fuckin' with you."
I get in my car, as he follows, coming to stand in front of my bumper. When I rev the engine and flash my brights on him, my tires inch toward him until he moves to the side, holding his hands up, while I peel out.
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As I race down the road my chest feels less tight. I hug each curve as I contemplate the next time I'll get back out on the track... nothing to hold me back, no red lines, no stop signs.
Speed, control, clarity… three things I always have behind the wheel.
Images of my mom and Jake's voice race through my mind as I pick up speed. His words from the other day repeat through my head as my headlights illuminate the road ahead. Visions of taking a nine iron to his head lighten my mood.
I drive and drive until I feel controlled and just after I pass the San An city limits sign, I notice blue lights strobing in my rear view mirror. I slow down and pull off to the side of the road.
This will be the sixth time this year I've gotten pulled over for speeding.
The first two times, I got Officer Swan, and he let me off with a warning. The third, fourth and fifth time, Officer James gave me a ticket. Every time the tickets get more expensive. I know my dad isn't gonna pay this one, and I don't have any money left over from the last race.
When I see him coming closer, the flashlight shining my way, I pray that it's Officer Swan as I roll my window down.
"Edward."
He leans down, shining his light into the car and I'm so fucking glad it's him this time.
A/N: next chapter will post right after this one, today. I appreciate every single word. My heart.