A/N: This is the first story I've ever posted! I'm nervous, but I hope someone finds it and enjoys. :)
I got a lot of inspo from Shameless, one of my favorite shows, which I'm sure you'll notice if you've seen it. I don't have a beta reader to look over my mistakes, so I hope there aren't too many!
All characters are property of Stephanie Meyer, I'm just having fun. :)
Fucking South Side.
These dirty streets of Chicago were fucking mean. I've lived here my whole life, so I was used to it, but still; when someone random homeless dude steals your last cigarette out of your hand as you're smoking it, it fucking sucks.
My sister Alice seemed to have a better handle on this Inner City Shithole we lived in, even though I felt like I had the South Side by its balls. Alice has such a positive, happy-go-fucking-lucky demenor that she almost came off as someone who wasn't born and raised here.
"That was crazy! What a stealthy dude!" She commented on the prick who grabbed my smoke. We were chilling in the park by our house; it was a pretty warm day for early November, and we were always stoked to have a reason not to be at home with our ÷?asshole of a drunken father.
"Fuck you, Alice. That was my last fucking smoke." I grumbled, letting my face fall into my hands. I wasn't getting paid again from my dishwasher gig for another few days. I was fucked, unless I managed to steal a pack from dad while he was passed out, which I did pretty often, though the consequences were less than desirable.
Dad was a firm believer in corporal punishment.
I'd just turned eighteen this past June and was itching to get the hell out of there, but clearly couldn't- I couldn't even afford a god damn pack of cigarettes at the moment. Plus, I couldn't leave Alice there without me. It would have been different if Mom was still alive, but if she was, I probably wouldn't have been so desperate to move out, so the point's moot.
"Rose told me Emmett's having a party tonight. His parent's are in Milwaukee for a funeral or some shit." Alice interrupted my thoughts, always so eager to lighten my mood.
"Oh yeah? Are we going?"
"What else are we gonna do, stay home?" She laughed her pearly little laugh, instantly cheering me up a little bit. It was like a super power of hers, she could make even the most miserable fucker smile with that little giggle.
That was a gene she received from Mom. Unfortunately, I got most of my personality from our shit head father.
"Alright, cool. I gotta get changed before we head out though, it's probably gonna be cold as balls tonight."
"That's Chicago for ya, baby."
This time I laughed with her.
"And I want to try to steal a pack from Dad so I don't have to bum 'em all night."
"That's on you, big bro. Good luck."
Dad was knocked the fuck out when we got home, so I was able to grab a pack out of his dresser drawer with no issues. Luckily, he had a few in there, so I probably wouldn't get caught for it, either. After smoking a few, I got changed into some heavier jeans and my favorite flannel, then sat on the couch while I waited impatiently for Alice to finish whatever makeover she was giving herself for the night.
Rosalie told her about this party, which meant her twin brother Jasper would be there. I was pretty tight with Jazz, they lived a few houses down on our block, so we spent a lot of time together growing up. Alice always hung out with Rose, and although I doubt she'd ever tell her bitch of a best friend, I knew she was totally pining over her brother and probably has been since we were little kids.
Luck was on my side, I guess, 'cause she was ready to hit it only five minutes later.
We got to Emmett's around ten, and I was grateful I'd thought to get changed; it got pretty cold pretty damn quick. That didn't stop the hordes of South Side kids from huddling in front of a fire in Emmett's yard, though. We made our way through the crowd to get inside, hoping to get our hands on Em's big ass bong, and found it was even more crowded in there.
"Yo, 'Em!" I called over the music, seeing my tall, burly friend filling his cup up from a keg in the corner.
"What's up, Eddy!"
I hated that nickname.
Emmett danced his way through the crowd over to me, grinding up against every chick he came close enough to.
"Glad you could make it, bro!" He boomed, slapping me hard against the back. I don't think he realized his own strength.
"Yeah, dude, where else would I be?" I laughed. "So what, someone died and you got the crib?"
"Yeah, man. My mom's great aunt or some shit that's totally inconsequential to me. They were like, 'don't you dare have a party,' but fuck that, bro. You see these chicks?"
Yeah, I fucking saw them. There were chicks everywhere, all of them wearing way too few clothes for the cold ass night. Most of them were South Side trash, but there were definitely at least a dozen eligible ladies.
Sleeping with Edward Masen was a highly sought after activity at these shindigs. I wasn't one to disappoint a crowd.
"Edward!" Alice's pearly voice rang out from behind me. "I'm going upstairs to smoke with Rose and Jasper," she smirked, and I rolled my eyes. "Wanna come?"
"Nah, I'm gonna chill with Emmett for a bit, see who else is here. Don't fucking let Jasper touch you, you hear me?"
Now she rolled her eyes. "Whatever, Edward. See ya later, don't leave without me!"
I watched her ascend the stairs with Jazz right behind her, his eyes fixated on her ass. He was gonna be fucking sorry for that later.
I spent the next few hours drinking a fuck ton of beer and chain smoking cigs. Emmett and I examined the girls, noting some of them were a bit too young to even fucking be here, and he confessed to me he really just wanted to get in with Rosalie. The more he spoke of her, the more I realized it was a bit more than just wanting to get in her pants.
Uninterested in even discussing a potential romance, I left him alone, deciding to play beer pong with Mike Newton as a partner. He was a little shit, too much of a pussy to be anyone I'd actually chill with, but he was good at pong. We fucking rocked the table, staying on there for at least another hour as I chained smoked cigs and continued to get fucked up.
Eventually, Emmett returned with Jasper and finally put an end to our reign as BP champs. I was about to step out by the bonfire out front when I heard a chick screaming from the living room. I bolted in there, scared something was going on with Alice, but instead saw a crowd formed around that asshole James from school and Bella Swan, another chick who lived down the block from me.
"I said don't fucking touch me, asshole," Bella spat at him, looking tiny as hell next to his big frame.
"C'mon, baby. I was just trying to prove to Laurent you're not a lesbian, even though you look like one.
Bella let out a fucking growl before pulling her arm back, winding up to sock that motherfucker right in the goddamn eye.
"Fuck!" James yelled, and the crowd of kids around them gasped. This was like a fucking soap opera to these dumbasses.
In the next moment, Bella's knee swiftly made its way to James' ballsack, sending him collapsing to the ground with Bella standing over him triumphantly.
"Don't fucking touch me again, you prick," she spat, giving him a swift kick in the ribs before pushing through the crowd around her and heading out the front door.
It was maybe the hottest thing I'd ever seen in my life.
Instantly sporting a fucking erection, I made my way outside, my dick acting like a magnet and pulling me towards the chick who made him hard.
Bella was leaned up against the side of the house, smoking a cigarette. She was wearing these tight black jeans and a black tank top that was riding up her stomach a little bit. The only thing she wore to protect herself from the cold was an oversized flannel that looked pretty fucking similar to the one I was wearing.
Fucking conversation starter right there. I stuck a cig in my mouth and made my way over to her, ready to seal the deal.
"Yo, you got a light?" I asked as I approached her.
She quirked an eyebrow at me and looked me up and down. "You don't have one, Masen? You smoke like a chimney."
"I was hoping to use yours."
She rolled her big brown eyes and handed me the lighter out of her back pocket. I lit my cigarette and handed it back to her, our hands brushing in the process. Her touch sent a fucking shock through me, like she was rubbing her socks all over the carpet or some shit.
"That was a pretty badass display in there." I told her, nodding my head towards the house.
She snorted. "Yeah, whatever. James is a piece of dog shit. I can't wait to never have to see his ugly ass mug again."
"How's that? You leaving the South Side after graduation?"
She glared at me, her eyes boring into mine. They were a dark shade of brown, but actually still really pretty.
One thing us South Side kids knew for sure: We were stuck here forever. If not here, another slum in another city.
"Maybe I'll just fucking kill him."
I laughed out loud, earning a few chuckles in return from Bella. She was a tough bitch, that's for sure. I couldn't believe I'd never actually had a conversation with her before. We'd lived only a few houses away from each other for our entire lives.
Bella's dad was Charlie, the local bait shop owner. Charlie was the Fisherman of the South Side, always at the lake with his buddies and bringing back dozens of fish. In the summer, he'd have a cook out in his front yard and feed whoever the fuck wanted to come by and eat his fish.
He was an awesome dude, honestly. Of course his daughter would be cool, too.
"It's weird we've never chilled, ya know? I feel like I've been at your house at least once a summer for my whole life."
She shrugged and tossed her cigarette to the ground, stomping it out with her boot. "I guess. I never really came outside during those parties. Too many South Side creeps."
"Yeah, I hear that," I shrugged and flicked my own cigarette. "Guess we're kinda chillin' now, right?"
She laughed again, a real belly laugh. It was contagious and I couldn't help but laugh along with her. "Guess so, Masen. You wanna smoke a joint?"
We were smoking in Emmett's empty backyard, sitting around a tiny fire we'd started in his pit. It was cold, but the fire was keeping us warm enough for it to be bearable. For a minute I thought about letting Bella wear my coat, but thought the better of it. I didn't want her to get any kind of ideas, like that I was a gentleman or some shit.
"So, your mom died, right?" Bella asked, passing me the joint. I cringed at the mention of her and took a long drag, taking my time to answer her.
"Yeah. What happened to your mom?" I asked as a diversion. Bella's mom's been gone for years. It seemed like she just up and left one day.
"She up and left." Right. "She's in Phoenix now with her boyfriend. He travels a lot and she likes to go with him."
"That sucks, I guess." I passed the joint back to her. This time she took a slow hit, making eye contact with me the whole time. My dick twitched.
"Yeah, it's whatever."
We both hit the joint one more time before it was dead, and I flicked it into our tiny fire. Bella was wringing her hands together, staring into the flames.
"What're you thinking about?" I asked, drunk and stoned and genuinely curious.
Her eyes flicked up to mine, their intensity sending a jolt through me. Fucking weird.
"I dunno, nothing really. What are you thinking about?"
"That was a dumb fucking answer, so I'm not gonna tell you."
She rolled those big brown eyes again. "I guess I was thinking about my mom, which is your fault, so thanks for that. What are you thinking about?"
Her eyes were burning into mine again with that fucking intensity of hers. It felt like she was giving off an current, like if I touched her I'd get fucking electrocuted. I leaned into her, smitten by the feeling.
"I was thinking about how crazy it is that I never noticed how fucking cute you are."
Bella scoffed at my lame pickup attempt, but leaned closer into me as well.
"Don't call me cute, Edward, or you'll be like James in there, clutching his dick on the ground."
"I'd rather you clutch it."
Suddenly, pain was shooting up my damn leg, causing me to cry out. "What the fuck?" I yelped.
She fucking kicked me.
"Have some fucking manners, you dickhead." Bella scolded me, though she inched herself a little closer towards me. Our knees were almost touching now.
I took the risk, reaching out and grasping her knee in my hand. I gave it a little squeeze and noticed the slight intake of breath Bella took, definitely a good sign in my favor.
"I wasn't really raised to have manners, Bella. Look at where we grew up." I gestured to the scene around me. There was music blaring from inside the house, kids going in and out through the side door. Luckily, none of them came near us. Whether it was because they just didn't feel like hanging back here, or because they were scared of psycho Bella after her performance inside, I didn't know.
Slowly, I let my hand slide a bit higher up her thigh. Bella's pink lower lip got caught under her teeth.
"You could try." She breathed as I let my hand wander further up her leg. I took my time, taking note of her heavy breathes and the way her pupils were dilating.
I knew she wasn't a fucking lesbian.
"Or you could just let me touch you," My voice was husky as I looked up into her hooded eyes. I was so fucking turned on by this chick, and I haven't even gotten her naked yet.
She let out a small moan as I made my way to the button of her jeans, looking down to watch my hand unbutton them. Bella kept her hands on the arms of the lawn chair, and I noticed her knuckles turning white from the grip she was holding them with.
Slowly, I pulled the zipper of her pants down, letting the little black bow on the front of her underwear poke out. An involuntary groan slipped out of me at the sight of it.
Scooting myself as close to Bella as I could get, I placed the palm of my hand on her warm stomach, exposing her pale skin. She was close enough to me now that I could smell her; she smelled like cigs and weed and incense and it was so fucking hot. Her breathing was growing rapid as I made my way down to the line of her underwear, slowly slipping a single digit under the band.
"Yeah?" I asked, my breath hot against the skin of her neck as I looked down at where my hand met her flesh. She let out a small moan again, nodding minutely and finally looking back towards my face.
I looked into her pretty fucking eyes as my hand made my way into her underwear and I let my finger slowly made its way through her folds. Her hooded, glazed eyes tore into me and I again had a physical reaction to their intensity. My heart was pounding out of my chest, and I was fucking sweating, which was crazy considering how many vagina's I'd touched in the past few months. This wasn't any different, but for some reason, it felt like it was.
Bella bucked her hips into my hand slightly, and I finally allowed my first two fingers into her. This time, she groaned, seemingly unable to control her volume. Her eyes fell closed, which disappointed me, but it allowed me a moment to find my fucking sanity and focus on what I was doing. I sped up my movements to match the tempo she was setting with her tiny little thrusts, using my thumb to rub her clit as I brought my fingers in and out of her. It was tough under the jeans she was wearing, but her little grunts and moans proved to me I was doing a decent enough job.
"You're so fucking hot, baby," I said before I could even control myself. Baby? Where the fuck did that come from?
I was so fucking turned on that I felt like I could cum in my fucking pants. It was like I was thirteen again, watching porn on TV after Dad went to sleep.
"Fuck, Edward," Bella groaned as her legs started shaking. I felt her increasing wetness and continued my motions, knowing she was close. Edward Masen could always make the girls cum.
"Fuck!" She grunted again, louder this time as she clamped around my fingers.
I really could have come in my pants then and there.
"That was fucking…hot, Bella." I told her as I pulled my hand slowly out of her panties. She shuddered.
"Mmm, yeah, it was. Thanks for that." She mumbled as she zipped herself back up. Glancing over at me with nervous eyes, she stood up. "My dad's not home, you wanna come back to my place?"
Fuck yes.
I had two general rules when fucking a chick.
First, wear a condom.
Second, don't fucking kiss her. That's how they get attached.
It was unreasonably hard to follow the second rule as I was in Bella's bed with her, pulling her flannel and tank top off and exposing her fucking perfect tits. I realized I hadn't even remembered to use that matching shirt line with her when I went up to her early that night.
Guess it didn't matter now.
Still, for some reason, my lips felt so drawn to her skin, I could hardly resist. I decided to allow myself her neck, so once we got our pants off and my condom on, I lined myself up with her entrance and pressed my face into her warm neck, letting my tongue run over the big vein there.
I finally pushed into her, the feeling of her warmth making my eyes roll back into my head. I had to pause for a moment to not fucking immediately come, but once I got a grip on myself I let myself pull back and shove into her, keeping my lips connected to the skin of her neck.
"God, Edward," Bella cried, thrusting to meet my hips. The slapping sound our skin was making as we met in the middle was going to drive me crazy, it was so fucking sexy.
"Fuck," I groaned into her skin, letting my teeth graze across the muscle in my neck.
"Move." She grunted suddenly, her hands finding their way to their chest and pushing. Momentarily confused, I relented, letting her push me until I fell backwards. The next thing I knew, she was straddling my legs, beatifully fucking naked above me.
The noise that came out of me sounded primal as I looked up at her.
She was trembling slightly as she set herself up atop me, her eyes still burning into mine with that intensity from early. I felt like putty beneath her.
So fucking slowly, she lowered herself down onto me, letting her eyes drop closed and breaking the goddamn trance she had me in. With my focus back, I was able to buck up into her, causing her to cry out as I hit all the right spots inside her.
I knew I wouldn't make it long, so I tried to make it as pleasurable as possible, placing my thumb back on her clit and rubbing as she rode me.
She resembled a goddess, the light from her TV shining through the darkness behind her and lighting her up. Her fluid movements drove me crazy, and I was so fucking close to the edge when she clamped down on me, shaking with her orgasm. She was silent as she held her breath for a moment before she gasped, letting the air back out in a long, fucking sensual moan.
I certainly didn't stand a chance after that. With one more thrust up into her, I exploded into what was most definitely the best orgasm I'd ever had in my entire fucking life.
"Fuckkkkk," I groaned as Bella pulled herself off of me and collapsed down on the bed. I squeezed my eyes shut and I gasped, desperately trying to catch my breath and get a hold of myself before I started crying on this chick's bed with the intensity of my orgasm.
Maybe Emmett spiked my fucking drink or something. This wasn't normal.
"Fuck, Bella, that was…"
"Mmm, that was fucking good, Edward." Bella replied, rolling over to face me. I turned my face to look at her, making eye contact once again.
Fuck. I had to get the fuck out of here.
Blinking hard once and using all my strength to not fucking tremble as I sat up, I grabbed my shirt from the floor and pulled it over my head.
"Just… don't get weird about it, okay? It was just a fuck."
I tried not to look in her direction as I stood up and dressed, but her silence was killing me. Slowly, I looked over and found her glaring at me with an eyebrow quirked.
"What?" I asked, taken aback once again.
"Didn't you come on to me?" She asked, still giving me that look.
"Yeah, and?"
"So why would I get weird about it? How about you don't get fucking weird about it?"
Well, fuck me.
"Okay…" I spoke slowly, making sure I had control over whatever was going to come out of my mouth. "Well, I'm gonna head back to the party, so…"
"Lock the door on your way out,"
"Kay," I turned back to look at her one more time with my hand on the doorknob. She was fucking beautiful, laying their naked and unashamed. I couldn't argue with myself on that.
"'Kay." I repeated, looking away once again to regain my sanity. "See ya around."
I woke up the next morning with not only a raging erection, but a raging fucking hangover to boot.
Usually, when I passed out drunk after a party, it was a dead, dreamless sleep. This time, in what should have been a surprising turn of events, I dreamt of the night I shared with Bella. I couldn't seem to feel surprised by it, though it was so out of character for me to even be thinking about a girl the day after we fucked. Bella really got under my skin last night, and I didn't know whether to blame the beer or the weed or just Bella herself.
I didn't want to give her that much credit.
So, after rubbing my eyes forcefully enough to get the memories of her gloriously naked out from behind them, I chugged the glass of water Alice must have thoughtfully put on my nightstand, and headed to the bathroom to fucking jerk off.
Once I got that out of the way, I headed downstairs still in a state of disarray. My hair was standing up in a thousand different directions, more so than usual, and I didn't bother to change out of my pajama pants or pop a shirt on. It's not like Dad would have had the courtesy, and I knew Alice didn't give a shit.
"Good morning, brother!" Alice chimed from her spot on the couch. She had some dumb girly show on the TV and spoke to me without looking away from the screen.
"You left without me last night, even though you said you weren't going to."
I groaned, knowing she was going to bring that up.
"Yeah, sorry about that. I got a little distracted."
"Distracted? By who?" Dad's voice boomed from inside the kitchen. Fuck, I was hoping he was passed out in a gutter somewhere, not awake at home.
He stalked into the living room in an ensemble that nearly matched mine; shirtless and in his ratty ass jeans that he must have been wearing for the past week straight. The fucking apple doesn't fall far from the fucked-up tree, I guess.
"No one important, Dad. Some chick."
Alice rolled her eyes, still glued to the TV.
"Girl from school? Was she a virgin?" He asked in between drags of his cigarette.
"I don't know, I don't think so. Didn't seem like it."
"She was loose?" He asked. An unconscious growl ripped in my throat. I wasn't sure why I was reacting so strongly to him. Why the fuck did I care what he said about her?
"No. She was good. It was good." I spoke with my head to the ground and my hands running through my hair, trying to play it off as casually as I could. Dad may have been an unobservant asshole, but somehow he always fucking knew when he was pissing me off.
"So who was it, Eddy?"
Finally, Alice's big blue eyes left the TV screen and looked at me. I glanced back at her, sending her a look that hopefully said 'leave it the fuck alone.'
"Uh, Bella Swan. You know, from down the street? The fish guy's daughter?"
Suddenly, Dad was fucking laughing his ass off.
"What the fuck is so funny?" I tried to contain my fucking ire, but it was getting difficult.
Dad walked over and slapped me on the back. "How'd it smell down there, huh? Bet those fish folk's pussies smell like a damn bouquet of roses, right?" He laughed again. "That's fucking gross, Eddy. I thought you had some standards."
"Like you? I saw you leaving the bar with Mrs. Stanley last week. Everyone knows she's a fucking hooker, Dad."
"Hey!" He belted, laughter immediately ceasing. I saw Alice cringe out of the corner of my eye. "Don't fucking talk down to your father, you hear me? You think your mother would have stood for something like that?" He spat.
"Fuck, Dad, no," I squeaked out like a fucking pussy, not willing to get hit in front of Alice this morning. It always ended in a brawl. "Bella's fucking hot, that's it. Her pussy didn't smell. I know how to navigate my way through these south side broads, okay?"
I was off the hook. Dad laughed again, giving me one more painful slap on the back before retreating back into the kitchen and to the fridge, presumably to start his day of drinking.
I plopped down on the couch next to Alice, rolling my eyes. He was so fucking disgusting, I couldn't stand it anymore. I was so lucky I had Alice here, at least, to break up the god damn tension.
Instead, when I looked over to her to cheer me up, she was glaring at me.
"Fucking what?" I demanded, immediately pissed off again.
"You're just like him, you pervert." She growled at me, standing up and tossing the remote onto my lap violently. She very narrowly missed my balls.
I glared back at her. "What the fuck ever, Alice. You gonna tell him about how you fucked Jasper Hale last night? I'm sure he'd get a kick out of that one."
Pain flashed across her features, making me regret my asshole statement. "Fuck you, Edward!" She fumed, turning away and heading upstairs. In the next moment, I heard her bedroom door slam closed. She wasn't gonna talk to me for the rest of the day, that was for sure.
Another fucking day alone, then