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Note: [ Beta'ed by: Say Goodbye Again & bikechick3 ]

Chapter 8 - Lunch

Edward Cullen POV - One single day before the accident.

I had no problem of getting out of bed the next morning. I was dying to see Newton's ugly-ass mug – though, I would never admit that out loud - and not because he's such a sexy motherfucker, because, frankly, he's not. No, I wanted to see him because I wanted to see whether or not our prank had been successful.

Emmett bounced down the stairs like an oversized kid, and the floor creaked loudly as he jumped down on it from the last step. He followed me into the kitchen with a shit-eating grin on his face and I chuckled at the sight.

"I guess I'm not the only one excited for today," I smirked.

"Are you kidding? I'm dying to see his sorry ass!" he grinned.

"Oh, maybe you should have kept a couple of his magazines…" I teased, cocking an eyebrow at him as I poured myself some coffee.

"Har har, very funny," he replied with a snort, rolling his eyes.

Leaning back on the counter, I began pondering how else we could make Newton's life hell today. How would we tease him about being gay, without raising suspicion? The worst thing that could happen would be if he began to suspect that it had been us. Not that it would be such a problem, since the issue would be more than easily dealt with, with some well worded threats to his person. Still, it would be easier if he didn't suspect anything; he had no proof anyway.

We quickly ate our breakfast and walked out to the Volvo. Emmett was practically vibrating in his seat as we drove to school, and I couldn't blame him. This day was going to be fucking epic.

Jasper was already waiting by the Principal's spot, assuming I would park there again. And hell yeah, I was. I was done putting my Volvo at risk because the people in this place hadn't learned how to drive yet. Sometimes, I wondered if the state just threw licenses at people when they turned sixteen. Not bothering to be concerned at all, whether or not they even knew how to operate a motor vehicle.

I parked the car and we climbed out. I leaned back against the side of the trunk, of the car, crossing my arms over my chest as I glanced over at Jasper.

"Is he here yet?" I asked.

Jasper shook his head.

"I've been here for twenty minutes and he has yet to show up," he replied.

"If that bastard skips today, then I'm going to stop by his place and kick his ass. We didn't almost get busted last night just so he could skip today and pretend it never happened. We need our gay-Newton, damnit!" Emmett exclaimed loudly.

"Geez, Em, take it down a notch why don't ya," Jasper hissed, as he let his eyes sweep over the lot to make sure nobody had heard Emmett's suspicious comment.

"Sorry," Emmett muttered sheepishly.

We watched as the parking lot began to fill up. There was no sight of Newton yet and we were almost ready to give up. Just then, an unfamiliar Volkswagen Beetle drove up, parking a few rows down, but the face behind the wheel was anything but unfamiliar. I felt a smirk grow on my lips.

"He's making this too easy," I murmured in pleasure.

We watched as Newton left the car and walked with his hands deep in his pockets, and his shoulders slumped, towards the steps.

"Hey Newton, isn't that car kind of… gay?" Jasper asked casually as he passed us.

Newton shot his head up, and his eyes widened.

"It's my mom's!" he cried out exasperated.

"Hey, man, no need to get all defensive. I was just stating the obvious… It is kind of gay," Jasper said, putting his hands up in defense.

"My car broke down for real, and I needed to borrow hers until I can afford to buy another one. And the car is not gay! It's just… yellow," he explained hurriedly and little too defensively about the whole thing. It was fucking hilarious to watch.

"Still, looks pretty gay to me," Emmett nodded.

"I'm not gay!" Newton hissed hysterically through clenched teeth.

"Woah, man, I never said you were," Emmett said in feigned shock and held up his hands in a defensive manner. Newton's face couldn't get any redder after that, and he quickly walked away, leaving us laughing. If there was a better fucking way to start a day, I had yet to find it.

I parted with my friends to get to my first class. I was still grinning like the Cheshire Cat, and that seemed to attract the ladies even more than usual.

"Hey Edward, you're in a good mood today," Tanya giggled, as she walked up to me and clung to my arm. I was too fucking satisfied with life to be bothered by her clinginess, so I threw the arm around her shoulders instead, and the squeal she just barely contained was evidence enough for me to realize I just made her fucking day. God, these girls are easy.

"So the party at Mike's tomorrow, I heard you're not going?" she said, pouting her already too big lips, making herself look like a fucking duck in the process.

"That shit's still on?" I asked, a little surprised, since I had expected him to cancel it.

"Yeah, it's still on. Apparently his mom is even helping out by supplying booze, how cool is that?" she replied. I chuckled and nodded. Cool indeed. His mom was probably thinking that a party and some free liquor would be enough to get him out of his faggot state, and who was I to deny free booze? Besides, he was just setting himself up for even more embarrassment.

There was no fucking doubt that he had probably cleaned his room of the evidence of our prank, but there was no chance that he had managed to get it all. We had been clever enough to hide some stuff in the bottom of his drawers and in the back of his closet. He couldn't have found it all. There was no way. Maybe we could even bring a few more things to the party, and lay them out in his room, just to make sure that somebody found it… this was going to be the best party ever. And, who would have thought that the best party ever would be one hosted by Mike-fucking- Newton?

"I'm fucking there," I grinned. "Wouldn't miss it for the world."

"Yay! But you know, if it gets too boring, you know we can always go somewhere more secluded… and private…" she said, her voice a little lower and a little more seductive.

If this had been any other day, I wouldn't have fucking let myself get teased by this chick. But considering the good mood I was currently surfing, I thought I might as well humor her.

I pinned her against a locker, and she looked at me through heavy lashes. I licked my lips and leaned down. She licked her lips quickly too, obviously thinking I was going to kiss her, but that was where she made her mistake – I was Edward fucking Cullen, and I did not kiss people on the lips. Especially not skanks like Tanya.

Because if a girl is skanky enough to give a guy head in a dirty janitor's closet, then you can be sure she's skanky enough to do even dirtier things to even dirtier people, only God knows where the hell her mouth has been. I wouldn't let my own mouth get near that shit.

I leaned down and pressed my lips against her throat, and then I gently nibbled on her skin, effectively making her moan in my ear. Fucking easy.

"Edward…" she breathed heavily. "We… we can't do this here…"

"Says who?" I muttered against her skin, pressing myself even harder against her. She was totally stuck between me and the locker now, and though she pleaded for me to stop she made no effort to get away. I didn't pay any attention to the other motherfuckers in the crowded hallway, as I let my hand slip under her short skirt, and felt the dampness of her panties.

This shit was turning her on.

I smirked and bit down a little harder on the skin by her collarbone, while I put some pressure on her sex, making her squirm and moan under my touch.

Then the warning bell rang, and I pulled away quickly. She looked at me wide eyed, and the lust clouded over her eyes completely. Fucking sleaze.

"Edward!" she whimpered in disappointment.

"Sorry, I have to get to class," I said with a shrug and disappeared down the hallway.

I could feel her shooting daggers at my back, but I just chuckled. What the hell did she expect? That I would get her off in a hallway? I don't think so. Not in a million fucking years.

I leaned against my locker and played with my car keys. It was time for lunch, and I was waiting for the others to get out of class, so we could get out of here and get some real food for once. But that wasn't going to happen if they didn't hurry up.

The only person I wasn't in the mood to see right now was, of course, the only person moving towards me. Tanya. Didn't I scare her off enough this morning? What the hell was she, some kind of masochist? I rolled my eyes as she reached me. I was too fucking hungry to deal with this shit. The high from my good mood earlier was beginning to fade.

"You, me and the janitor's closet," she said with a hurried voice as she gripped my shirt.

I looked down at her hands in disgust. People did not fucking touch me if I didn't grant them access first. I pried her fucking fingers off me in irritation, noticing how her grip had fucking wrinkled my shirt.

"Sorry," I replied coldly. "But you'll have to find someone else to sate your needs."

She gaped at me and I cocked an eyebrow at her, silently challenging her to argue with me.

"But… but… earlier? What the hell, Edward, you can't do that and not finish what you started!" she whined like a damn five year-old.

"Are you telling me what to do?" I asked incredulously. "Instead of complaining what I didn't finish off, you should be grateful that I even give your sorry ass any attention at all. We both know you need me more than I need you."

She narrowed her eyes and stomped her foot. The sight was pretty damn amusing.

"Fuck you, Cullen," she spat and stormed past me.

"Yes please, but not right now," I called after her, and I heard her growl in response.

"Oh man, that was just mean," Emmett said from behind me. I turned my head around and smirked.

"What did I do?" I asked, tilting my head innocently.

"That girl is so fucking in love with you it's not even funny," he chuckled.

"Too bad she's dumb as bat," I replied with a sigh. "But whatever, where're the others? I'm fucking starving."

"Rosalie went after Alice, and Jasper is… well, here he is," he said, looking over my shoulder.

Jasper joined up with us, and then the girls turned up from the direction of the cafeteria, soon after.

"Did you guys forget we had plans?" Emmett asked, putting an arm around Rosalie as we walked down the hallway, towards the entrance.

"No, but Alice was feeling up for doing some charity work before lunch," Rosalie replied with an eye roll.

"Charity work?" Jasper inquired, looking down on his tiny girlfriend, in confusion.

"She's not charity work!" Alice argued with a sigh. "I was just helping her out."

"Her? It's a person?" I asked amused.

"Isabella Swan, she almost choked the other day, remember?" she replied.

I stopped as we reached the doors, and I feigned a look of concern.

"Don't tell me she was almost choking again!" I said in mock horror.

She rolled her eyes and I chuckled as I opened the doors.

"No, I was just being nice. She's a nice person, and I don't understand why people are giving her such a hard time, she hasn't harmed anyone," Alice muttered, and Jasper squeezed her shoulder.

"Maybe because she's a fucking freak? Maybe she keeps away from other people because she knows she doesn't belong on this earth. She belongs on Planet-"

"- Freakazoid," Rosalie said, cutting me off. I smirked at her in appreciation.

"Exactly! Thanks, Rose," I nodded.

"Anytime, Eddie," she smirked back.

"Oh c'mon, she's not that bad," Emmett argued. "Yeah, she's a quiet little mouse, but it's not like she's weird about it. So what if she doesn't talk to other people? Maybe she just likes to keep to herself?"

"Why are you defending her?" Rosalie complained.

"Maybe because I agree with Alice on this one. Isabella might be weird, but I don't think she deserves the bullying and the name calling," he replied with a shrug.

"What? Her name is Swan, and she looks nothing like it, of course people will call her goose and duck, it's just common sense," I argued.

We reached the car, I unlocked it and everybody climbed in. Emmett rode shotgun – since he was too big to fit in the backseat when the others had to fit too.

"You're a jerk, Ed," Alice muttered. "You have no respect for other people's feelings."

I put the car into gear, and drove off, shaking my head slightly. Alice could be so absurd sometimes. Of course I considered other people's feelings, and respected them. I cared about their feelings, didn't I? And what the hell did she think I was anyway? A chick? Why would I care what other people were feeling? Especially someone as worthless as Isabella Swan. Had she done anything to be even worth the air she was breathing? I thought not.

We drove out to the only restaurant in town – The Lodge. The food there was ridiculously overpriced, and totally not worth it. But the town of Forks didn't leave us with a lot of options, since the Lodge was the only restaurant in town. So you were forced to pay for their overpriced, greasy fries if you wanted to have a meal out, whether you liked it or not.

Normally we would drive to Port Angeles if we wanted to eat out, but that was almost an hour drive away, so it was not an option when it came to getting out of school to have lunch.

Was it really that hard to open up a decent burger joint or something in this place? A fucking Mickey D's or some shit. Seriously? I couldn't be the only one growing tired of having to drive all the way to Port Angeles in order to get a decent burger. You simply didn't want to get burgers at The Lodge, since they used the most disgusting fucking dressing ever, and even though you ordered it without it you still got it.

Fucking imbecile idiots can't even get an order right.

We sat down in an empty booth, and picked up our menus. Not like we needed to look at them. We all knew what they had, and we all knew what we would order anyway. I guess it was all a part of the damn act of going to a restaurant, always checking the menu even if you could recite it in your sleep.

The waitress came over to us, asking if we were ready to order. Her apron was greasy and dirty, and her even greasier hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She looked like she could use a fucking shower. Even her fucking forehead was shiny, and I didn't even want to know whether it was because she was sweaty, or if it was grease from the fryer. I assumed that the only reason they hadn't been shut down yet, due to health code violations, was because there simply was no other place to get a fucking meal – other than your own goddamn house - and the department who checked up on these things felt sorry for them and let them keep it open. Even though they should have been shut down a long time ago.

Did I tell you I hate The Lodge?

We all ordered the usual, and I slumped in the booth, playing mindlessly with a napkin.

"So I hear you and Tanya are getting serious," Rosalie smirked, getting my attention.

"Are you kidding me? Where the hell would you hear something so absurd?" I asked incredulously.

"I overheard her talking to Jessica Stanley and Lauren Mallory in the bathroom between periods. Apparently you were so hot for her that you couldn't keep your hands to yourself, and almost fucked her against a locker this morning," Rosalie explained with an amused tone.

"Oh dear God," I muttered, and hid my face in my hands, and rested my elbows on the table.

"I always thought you guys would end up together. So when's the wedding, Bro?" Emmett laughed.

"Oh fuck you," I muttered and let my hands down on the table, "I was just in a good fucking mood, and she happened to get in the way, and I teased her a little before class. And what the hell do I get? A fucking stalker."

"Maybe if you didn't tease them so much, they wouldn't get any ideas," Jasper suggested with a shrug.

"Oh c'mon, how can they not know by now that I don't do girlfriends?" I asked, exasperated. "Except other people's girlfriends," I added with a smirk.

"You're such a pig," Alice sighed with a frown.

"Yes, I am, and the girls love it," I replied throwing a dazzling smile her way.

"They think they can change you, they think that they will be the one to get you to change your womanizing ways and make an honest man out of you. They're too naïve to know that you're a lost cause," Alice continued. "And you're an ass for getting away with it. I sure hope you meet a girl someday, a girl you really care about, a girl you will actually love and then I sure as hell hope she dumps your sorry ass, so you can feel even a dash of what you make the girls at school feel every day when you tease them like that, making them believe they are special."

I scoffed at her comment, letting that be my response. Why did girls always want to change a guy? Why couldn't they be happy with what they got and leave it at that?

Of course I knew where Alice was coming from, and I knew what she was getting at, but come on already. It wasn't like I was stringing the girls along; they knew very well what they were getting into when they went to bed with me. I never gave them a reason to think that they could change me – that mistake was all on them.

"Ah, Alice Brandon, ever the Mother Teresa," Rosalie smiled and Alice frowned.

"I'm serious, you guys, I can't believe we're actually friends with this asshole," Alice replied and gestured to me.

"He's my brother," Emmett replied simply.

"He may be an ass, but he's a great ass," Jasper chimed in, much to Alice's dismay.

Alice turned to Rosalie, and Rosalie laughed.

"I don't know why the hell we're friends with him! I'm with you on this one," she laughed.

"Good, finally someone at this table with an ounce of brain," Alice said with a satisfied smile.

I should have been offended, but frankly I wasn't. We'd had this conversation too many times to count during the past few months. Alice apparently thought I was getting worse by the day. She had taken me aside on more than one occasion, pleading with me to get my act together. But I didn't know what the big deal was; I was acting just like I've always had, so why did it matter so much now?

I enjoyed the ladies, and they enjoyed me. What was so wrong with that?

Alice kept bugging me about getting a girlfriend, and to stick my dick in one girl at a time, and not in five different girls in as many days. She wanted me to settle down a little, so I could experience the wonderful – her words, not mine – aspects of being in a serious relationship. According to her, the sex was even better when you loved the person.

I wouldn't know anything about that though, since I had never loved a girl, because there was not exactly an abundance of lovable girls in this town. Fuckable? Yes. Lovable? Nope. At least not one I was aware of.

Alice glared at me from across the table; I sighed and looked out the window.

Get a grip, get a girlfriend.

Those were her exact words when we had that conversation a week ago. I swear she just wanted me to get one so we could triple-date, or something equally ridiculous.

The waitress came back with our food, and I stuffed my mouth full, so my friends wouldn't expect me to get involved in any more conversations. I wasn't in the mood for talking. I was just in the mood for eating and stuffing my starving stomach.

I was furious with Alice. This day had started out great, I was fucking flying through my first classes thanks to my mood, but then she had to drag me down with the whole feelings-thing. Who the hell did she think she was? I swear to God, that if she wasn't such a tiny little person, and the fact that she was a girl, I would have kicked her ass a long time ago.

The thing with Tanya was killing my buzz too. I knew better than to tease her like that in the hallway, I knew she would get the wrong idea and become even clingier, but still, I did it for the hell of it.

If I had done the same thing with someone else, say, Lauren Mallory, she would just have begun to admire me more from afar, giving me flirty glances when we passed each other in the hall, and she would probably beg me to fuck her when she got a little alcohol in her system. But she would not become the clingy mess that was Tanya.

That was weird, to say the least, since Tanya was so much fucking hotter than Lauren, and she didn't need any help landing a guy. Maybe that was why she kept running after me, she liked the chase and the challenge. She knew she couldn't have me, and that drove her mad.

I guess I would feel the same way, if a girl turned me down for no good reason.

But fuck it, unlike Tanya, I had my standards, and I would never stoop so low just to get a girl. I would never beg and plead just to have a girl. That was absurd. No girl would ever be worth the hassle anyway.

Before I knew it, we had finished our food and were driving back to school.

"Did you guys hear that Newton is having that party after all?" I asked, addressing my question to nobody in particular.

"He will? Fucking awesome!" Emmett grinned. "I wonder what secrets you can unravel in his house…" I threw him an amused glance and Jasper chuckled from the backseat.

"The only secrets that guy has is that he probably still wets his bed, and that he sleeps in Star Wars pajamas," Rosalie muttered with a bored tone.

"Guys, c'mon, what is this? Be-mean-to-everybody-day?" Alice complained.

"Sweetie, we're just having fun, don't be a buzz-kill," Jasper murmured in her ear, and I didn't need to see her to know that she melted in his arms. She was so fucking easy. Jasper was one of the very few people in the world that could manipulate Alice so easily… no,he was the only one who could manipulate her. Period.

"Besides, Al, you are usually pretty good at badmouthing people too, so don't pretend you're a saint," I said, glancing at her through the rearview mirror. She met my gaze and narrowed her eyes.

"But when I do, I always have a good reason to," she argued.

"Just because girls checks out Jazzypant's ass doesn't mean that's a reason to hate a girl and call her a skank behind her back," I replied with a sweet voice. "Maybe you should practice what you preach, Girlfriend."

"Oh shut up," she muttered, snuggling up to Jasper, and we all laughed at her.

Alice may have been good at telling people what to do, but she was also very good at pretending that she wasn't just as good at hurting people like the rest of us were, though she believed she had a good reason to. Then again, who was she to decide what reason was a good one, and what was not? She was a hypocrite, plain and simple, but she wouldn't be Alice any other way.

Alice seemed to be the only one passionately annoyed by my womanizing ways, which was why I didn't let myself get bothered by it. Emmett always had my back, and though he casually told me that he didn't agree with the way I was sometimes, he didn't give me shit about it the same way Alice did. Jasper didn't get involved in the issue at all, since he didn't want to get on either of our bad sides, and I respected that.

Rosalie, on the other hand; I couldn't care less about what she thought. She could agree with Alice just out of spite for all I knew, since we had that good old love-hate-relationship going on. So why would I care?

I parked the car in the lot, and I didn't even care that we were ten minutes late for class. We parted ways when we walked through the main entrance, and I stopped by my locker before heading to class.

I opened the door to the Biology classroom, not even caring what the teacher said about me being late – again – and taking my seat without a word.

"… a girl you will actually love and then I sure as hell hope she dumps your sorry ass…"

I scoffed inwardly as Alice's voice echoed in my head.

Did she actually think I would ever fall in love? I didn't even think I was capable of loving anyone other than myself, so the risk of me falling in love was slim to none. Therefore, I would never have my heart 'broken'.

I rolled my eyes at nothing in particular and hid my face in my hands.

Alice always managed to get inside my head, making me think like a fucking girl, and it was driving me insane. Why did I let her get to me like this?

I leaned back in my seat with a sigh and let my eyes wander around the room.

There was only one way to get Alice's words out of my head. To quit thinking like a girl, I needed to nail a girl. Preferably during the next break between classes.

I looked around, quietly contemplating who to bring to the closet. Tanya was out; obviously, I didn't need her clinginess right now.

As though I had no control, I felt my eyes being drawn to the plain-looking brunette girl in the corner. She sat with her head down and her lips moved infinitesimally as her eyes traveled over the pages in her book.

And Alice said she wasn't weird?

Swan couldn't even read a fucking book in silence without doing something weird.

I turned my eyes to the front with a huff, and slumped even lower in my seat.

I guess I wasn't getting laid today.