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Note: [ Beta'ed by: Project Team Beta ]

Chapter 2 - Tedious

Edward Cullen POV - Four days before the accident

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck in a bucket full of fuck! Who was the asshat who thought it was a good idea to let old people drive? If I had any fucking say in it I would see to it that people over fifty weren't legally allowed to drive. I wouldn't mind revoking my dad's license either, even though he was barely pushing forty. He was driving me insane by driving like an old lady.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I asked turning to my dad, as he gently put on the turn signal. He took his time making the turn, careful not to move his hands from the ten-and-two position. Did anyone drive like that after they passed the driver's test, except my dad? No. The fucking answer was no. No one held the damn wheel like that.

He chuckled at me.

"What's the hurry, son?" he asked and smiled, amused.

"The hurry is that I want my fucking car and at the speed you're driving we won't make it to Port Angeles until next week if we're lucky," I huffed and slumped down in the leather seat.

"I wouldn't complain about my driving if I were you, seeing as it's your car that's in the shop and not mine," he replied smugly.

"Like that's even remotely my fault," I said and gritted my teeth. "Fucking Newton rear-ended me and if Emmett hadn't stopped me, I would have chopped his fucking head off."

"Yes, you would have, so I'm thankful your brother was there to stop you," he replied calmly.

I snorted in response. I wasn't thankful at all. That imbecile Mike Newton should know better than to rear-end my car and dent it like he did. Fucking idiot. I wondered how the hell he managed to get a license. I bet he had the ten-and-two position down to a science too.

It had been a week since Newton hit my car. I had been backing out from my usual spot on the school parking lot and out of nowhere that idiot plowed right into me. He was scared shitless as I stepped out of my car, marched up to him and pulled him out of his car by his collar.

I was just about to punch him right in the face when Emmett stepped up and pulled me away.

"Not worth it, bro," he had said simply as he pulled me away, to a safe distance from Newton.

But my attention wasn't on either of them anymore. Instead I had looked over at my car and the injury Newton had inflicted on my baby.

I had never loved anyone like I loved my car. My car was my baby. The love of my fucking existence and anyone who messed with her was messing with me. I know it's probably insane to be so attached to a piece of metal, but that car had brought me more pleasure than any girl ever could. So excuse me for feeling affection for my shiny silver baby.

"You're fucking dead, Newton," I growled and glared at him. I took silent pleasure in seeing his face contorted in panic, he was practically peeing his pants in fear. But the sight wasn't amusing enough to make up for the damage he had done. I didn't even care that his car had ended up worse than mine had.

His fucking car wasn't even worth the gas in the tank. It would be cheaper for him to buy a new damn car than to repair the damage to his old one. Maybe that was just as well, seeing as it was insulting for my Volvo to even be in the same parking lot as his piece of crap car.

It was almost as insulting as it was to have it parked in the same lot as Isabella Swan's ridiculous excuse for a car. It was a big, red and rusty truck with a bulbous cab and an open truck bed. It was dirty, loud, and it smelled like oil. I had no idea what she had been thinking when she got it, but she was clearly out of her fucking mind seeing as she seemed to enjoy driving it.

We finally hit the highway and I almost wanted to fucking high-five my father for finally finding the damn gas pedal. After an eternity in Dad's hospital-smelling black Mercedes, we finally made it to Port Angeles and to the shop that had repaired my baby.

My baby was parked outside, and I didn't even care to go inside with my dad to pay for the repairs. Instead I walked right up to my baby and stepped around her several times, examining every little inch of her. I saw to it that they didn't accidentally add to her suffering and that every little flaw Newton had put on her was gone and that she was now as good as new.

After a ten minute survey, I could fortunately see that my baby was indeed as good as new. They had even given her a wax. She was shinier than ever.

My dad walked over to me and handed me the keys.

"I'll call Mrs. Newton tonight and tell her about the expense of the repairs, you don't need to bother Mike with it," Dad said to me, and I rolled my eyes.

"Oh c'mon, you don't trust me?" I asked innocently and he shook his head. "You think I'm gonna tell him that it cost five grand to fix her?"

"It's unsettling that you keep insisting to refer to your car as a she," he replied, shaking his head.

"And it's unsettling that you drive like an old lady, but you don't hear me complaining," I retorted as I unlocked the car. He cocked an eyebrow at me, silently reminding me that I always complained about his driving. I rolled my eyes at him and snorted. "Fuck you."

He chuckled and started towards his car.

"Go to school now, boy, and keep out of trouble," he called to me over his shoulder.

"That's like asking the sun to stop shining. It just can't be done," I called back, before getting into the car. I groaned loudly when I felt that the seat was pulled back too far and not at all in its usual position. I couldn't even reach the damn pedals. This was one of the most obvious reasons why I never let anyone drive my car – they always messed with it.

It took me fifteen minutes to get everything in order again; the seat, the mirrors and even the damn radio. I didn't even want to know why someone had the radio set to a rap-station. Rap wasn't music. It was torture. I'd rather cut off my ears, like Van Gogh or some shit, than listen to that crap.

I drove back to school, with soft classical music playing from the stereo. I relaxed in the seat and smiled to myself. The soft music, combined with the soft purr of the engine, was easily my single favorite sound in the world. Nothing beat it. Nothing.

I pulled into the parking lot at school just in time for lunch.

I drove past my usual spot, not taking any chances with driving-impaired Newton again, and parked on the spot closest to the entrance instead. It was marked with Principal Greene's name, but I could care less about that as I smoothly pulled the car into the space. I turned off the engine and stepped out of the car, and as soon as I did I felt dread wash over me.

I really didn't enjoy this place. I hated school. The guys all acted like I was some kind of hero to look up to and the girls got off just by looking at me. Not that I minded the girl thing. Who was I to deny if a girl wanted me to fuck her senseless? Just because I used that to my advantage, didn't mean I didn't find it tedious at times. There was no challenge in fucking the girls in this school, and sometimes it would be nice to have something more with a girl than just a five-minute fuck in the janitor's closet. Sometimes I wished I could get the same fucking connection with a girl that I had with my Volvo. I guess that wasn't in the damn stars or something.

I put my hands in my pockets as I walked towards the entrance. I really wasn't in the mood for this shit.

The halls were filled with roaming students as I walked in. It didn't matter where I looked, there were people waving at me and nodding nonchalantly at me as I passed. Like I was some sort of fucking royalty. Which I guess I kind of was in this school. Who else would it be? I had been fortunate enough to be blessed with good genes, being born with great looks; of course I would become royalty because of it.

Not even the ridiculous and unnatural looking bronze-color that was my hair did anything to hinder my popularity. Instead the girls seemed to be even more drawn to me by it. They loved dragging their fingers through it and making it even more unruly. I guess my hair was my trademark, if I ever had one. I guess girls really dig the fact that it's totally out of control. I gave up on trying to tame it a long time ago. It can't even be beat with products, so I quit trying. The bronze mess on my head gave me more head than I ever thought possible.

"Eddie!" an annoying voice called me.

I turned around and glared at the only person who ever dared to call me that.

"Rosalie," I replied with a nod.

"So, do you have your baby back yet?" she asked as she hooked arms with me and dragged me towards the cafeteria.

"Yes, I just got back from Port Angeles, they even gave her a fucking wax," I replied.

"Well I know how you like your girls waxed," she replied sarcastically.

"Can't argue with that," I smirked and she rolled her eyes.

Rosalie was a pain in the ass but she was sexy as all hell. The only reason I put up with her crap, and she with mine for that matter, was the fact that she is my brother's girlfriend, along with the fact that I had never slept with her.

Crazy, right? There's actually a girl in this school I hadn't slept with and that girl just happened to be one of the hottest girls in this place. I didn't mind though. I didn't want to sleep with Rosalie anyway - she might be sexy but I had a hard time imagining me fucking her and it was nice to have a friend who was a girl who didn't want to get into my pants. Pain in the ass or not.

She made me carry her tray of food to our usual table outside, where we always sat when the weather was alright, which frankly wasn't often in rainy Forks. She sat down next to Emmett. He put his meaty arm around her and she smiled at him before he leaned forward and kissed her. God, they are disgusting.

It didn't take long for the remainder of our group to make their appearance. Pixie-girl herself, Alice, and her boyfriend – and Rosalie's brother – Jasper. Alice was another member of the small club of girls I hadn't slept with and it had nothing to do with the fact that she had been together with Jasper for forever, but because – honestly – she scared the living crap out of me. She might be a tiny little human but she had the power of a giant. Nobody ever said no to Alice and when she got angry, you pissed yourself.

We were talking about nothing in particular, as we usually did, when suddenly we heard people all around us starting to whisper and laugh. We looked around in confusion, to see what got people so riled up.

"Oh God," Jasper groaned under his breath.

I followed his gaze and saw none other than Isabella Swan standing under a tree coughing violently, while she looked around panicked. She was obviously choking and the students were just laughing and pointing at her. What the fuck was this shit? Did they actually enjoy watching her die a painful death? Not that I liked her, that Swan chick was a damn freak and I wouldn't touch her with a stick. But come on? To laugh in her face while she choked wasn't fucking human.

I almost considered going over to help her – just because I'm such a considerate human being. But Alice beat me to the punch and pushed past me as she ran over to her.

"Dear God! Are you guys insane? Somebody help her!" she yelled frantically.

We watched as she stepped behind Swan and did the Heimlich-maneuver. Swan spat out whatever she had been choking on and coughed a few times before saying something to Alice. Alice smiled and nodded, before making her way back over to us.

People were still pointing and laughing, but did so now a little more discretely than before.

I watched as Swan picked up her stuff and quickly left the scene of the crime and disappeared from sight. I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"Fucking idiot," I muttered. How much of a freak was she if she couldn't even eat like a normal person without choking?

"This coming from the guy who just sat there. Doing nothing," Rosalie replied and smiled sweetly at me. She obviously mistook my comment as being pointed at the general student body, and not at Swan herself.

"Alice beat me to the punch. Besides, I wasn't laughing," I muttered. I didn't bother to correct her as I grabbed a French fry from Emmett's tray. He protested wildly and I rolled my eyes, "It's just a fucking fry."

"People can be so mean, especially to her. It's not like she ever did anything to them," Alice said with a frown.

"Yeah, so? Is that a requisite for people to like her, just because she hasn't done shit to them? C'mon Al, she's a freak. She doesn't talk to anyone and she sits by herself and from what I hear she never showers after gym. Pretty disgusting if you ask me," I replied and snatched another fry, without Emmett noticing.

"Well, I have it on good authority that the reason she doesn't shower after gym is because she hasn't attended a single class in three months," Rosalie replied with a bored tone.

"And how would you know?" I asked.

"Because I'm in that class, you moron," she replied and shook her head, "Sometimes you can be so dense."

"And sometimes you can be such a bitch," I retorted and stood up.

"Hey, don't talk to my lady like that," Emmett argued.

"Why? You talk to my lady like that," I replied.

"Oh God, I wouldn't be surprised if I one day find you with your dick in the exhaust pipe, fucking your precious car," Emmett groaned and pretended to shiver.

"Sometimes you can be so fucking immature," I sighed as I walked away.

"At least I don't get turned on by a car!" he called after me.

I turned around and tilted my head lightly to the side.

"You don't? Oh, then it must been another brother I walked in on when he bent his slutty girlfriend over the hood of the car she was working on," I replied loud enough for the people around us to hear. People laughed but Emmett wasn't embarrassed. Nothing ever embarrassed him.

"Oh c'mon, it wasn't the car that turned me on. It was the way my Rosie's ass looked when she bent over, you fuck face," he replied without missing a beat and I just laughed at him.

I went back inside and when I walked down the hallway towards my locker, I was met by the bombshell that was Tanya Denali. Shit, the jeans she was wearing were cut so low they were practically at her knees. I wouldn't mind bending her over the hood of my car… no wait, yes I would mind. No fucking around the car.

"Oh Edward," she purred and put her hands against my chest. "I missed you this morning…"

She pouted with her full lips, and I smirked.

"Of course you did sweetheart, but I had to get my girl," I replied as I traced her bottom lip with my finger. Her eyes widened at my words.

"What girl?" she all but shrieked.

"The girl who belongs here," I replied and touched my heart.

She gaped at me and I chuckled.

"Janitor's closet, the one by the office, after next period," I said to her, changing the subject.

"But we almost got caught last time!" she said, looking slightly panicked.

"I won't force you, I can obviously find someone else to fill my need," I replied simply.

"Of course I'll be there," she said, immediately backtracking. I smirked and nodded, before pushing past her and walking off.

It was ridiculous what I could get away with when it came to these girls. If I said jump, they jumped. If I said suck, they sucked. If I said fuck me on the football field after the dance, they were already naked and waiting when I got there.

Though I enjoyed the endless line of casual sex, I still found myself disgusted by myself at times. But I don't think it was about the sex, I think it just was about me. I kept wishing for that "special" connection with a girl, when in reality I never even gave them a chance to "connect" with me. Because as soon as my dick connected with her pussy, and we both had gotten off, the "connection" was broken and I either pushed her out of my bed or quickly left hers.

What can I say? I'm not a cuddler. I never got the act of cuddling, and maybe it's because I just hadn't found "the one" yet.

Not like I believed in that shit.

I had been raised in a loving home, with a picture perfect family. With a dad who was a doctor, a mom who worked as an interior designer and a cool big brother who didn't mind lending out condoms when I had emptied my own stash. My parents had always showed each other affection and they seemed to be as in love now as they were when they met. Sometimes they acted like they were still teenagers who were experiencing their first crush.

If that didn't make one believe in "true love", then I don't know what would.

I still didn't believe. Just because my parents happened to stumbled over the person who completed them didn't mean I would. What were the odds that it would happen to me anyway? Where was I supposed to meet this supposed "one"? Here in Forks? Not likely.

God, I was such a girl. I needed to grow a pair.

I turned around quickly, and looked down the hallway.

"Hey Tanya!" I called out.

She had reached the end of the hall, but she heard me and turned around.

"Yes?" she called back softly.

"Janitor's closet. Now." I wasn't asking. I was demanding.

She smiled widely as she skipped her way to me, but I didn't even bother to enjoy the view that was her bouncing tits. Instead I quickly made my way to the janitor's closet and dragged her inside.

I closed the doors and unzipped my pants.

"What do you want to do?" she asked with something that probably was supposed to be a seductive voice but only sounded pathetic to me. I cocked an eyebrow at her.

"I'm not here to please you," I replied coolly and she got the hint as she sat down on her knees.

"Fuck Edward, this is the last time I'm gonna give you head in a fucking closet," she whined. She was trying to sound stern and serious, but only ended up sounding like she was asking more than she was demanding. It would have been endearing if it wasn't so pathetic.

"That's what you said last time," I replied sweetly and put a hand on her head, "Now shut the fuck up and do your job."