Chapter 12
EPOV
When I first saw Bella Swan, confidently walking over to me at my last bonfire before the start of school, I practically got a boner instantly. She was so unlike the carbon-copies of the girls in Forks, I was dumbstruck. She was hot—no, beautiful, the kind that made you go on crazy journeys across foreign seas for it. Even though she was so plainly dressed in a band-tee and jeans (also very unlike the female population of Forks) she caught my eye with her all-brunette fury in hers. I accidently came across as the asshole I didn't want her to think I am and I had stumbled for words in front of a girl for the first time ever. When I saw that nose-ring though—an indication that shetruly wasn't like the preppy, perfectly manicured bitches I had previously known—I got really excited. Shit, I had thought, now I have to hide this boner, unless…Oh, fuckCullen, you just met her.
Yeah, I am kind of an ass, aren't I? Bella had me so wound up that I had needed a cigarette, bad: it was my lucky-fucking-day to find out that Bella had a sharp tongue, which was so damn hot. Bella had continued to unconsciously torture me every moment of my life since, and I have to admit, I'm a bit of a masochist, myself. If it wasn't bad enough that Bella, herself, tortured me (in ways that I enjoyed), Alice started in on me too. The next morning, while we were cleaning up our backyard from the morons that didn't know how to use a damn trashcan, she started probing me with questions about Bella.
"So, Edward, I noticed that you and Bella … hit it off last night." She called to me, ever so innocently.
"Bullshit. We practically fought the whole time. She was just using me for my booze."
"Oh, puh-leez, I am not blind! I see everything! You practically pitched a tent when you saw her. Don't lie to me Edward Masen Cullen!" Damn it! I thought, How does Alice always know everything!
"That's sick sis, you shouldn't talk about my dick like that. It's weird," I responded, ignoring the conversation at hand. She only stared at me with tiny daggers in her eyes, tapping her foot, impatiently waiting for my admission. Fuck… "Ok, fine! Bella's hot. So what? Sue me. But she really did just trash talk me the whole time. Nothing will come of it," my words hurt me as I felt them to be true, sadly.
"Edward, you are so thick! She may not know it yet, but she was interested in you too. You're both such idiots when it comes to this stuff," Alice stated, and rolled her eyes. I knew better than to hope her words were true: good things just don't fall into my lap that easily.
I figured that Bella would end up sitting with us at lunch on the first day of school, seeing as how I was the only person she actually got to know at all at the bonfire; Emmett would look out for her. I had happily anticipated it, but it was only to my surprise and extreme pleasure that Bella ended up in my Biology class as well. What another lucky-fucking-day. She seemed like she hated every minute of it and I made a mental note to change that the next day. School finally became something more exciting than Hell with the promise of seeing Bella every day.
Bella once again surprised me when she showed up to school, drunk as a mother-fucking skunk. This girl was nearly as fucked up as I was! I could count on more than two hands the amount of times I had to drink to make the school day bearable. It made me wonder though, what the hell was going on in Bella's life that drove her to it. Admittedly so, I didn't have much knowledge of Bella before I had met her. Of course Emmett had all told us random funny anecdotes but he was nothing, if not vague, in his telling of why she was moving here. I didn't expect to like her in the way I did—I'm not really sure what I expected: maybe a girly copy of Emmett? That would befucking weird. When Emmett forgot about Bella's ride home situation, I was only too happy to fill in. Being alone with her in a small space and with the way she smelled—all freesia and strawberry and sex—(don't ask me how the hell I knew what freesia was) was only too good to be true. I didn't really have a plan to seduce Bella and make her mine, which probably was my first mistake, but I knew it had to be done.
The tension between us slowly started to lift, even though the bickering continued (not the sexual tension: that was only increasing). It seemed as though we bickered for fun, at least, that's what I was doing. Everything started to progress the way I had hoped—that was, until Tanya came up to me during lunch. I saw her out of the corner of my eye approaching Bella and me, wishing she would keep walking past us. I fucking hated Tanya. She was one of the carbon-copy, easy skanks that I could get some from whenever I wanted. I let her put her little labels on whatever we were doing, like I cared. It didn't stop me from hooking up with other girls, if that's what she was trying to do. Tanya was similar to Bella only in the sense that she also had a sharp tongue, but whereas Bella seemed to only have one with me, Tanya was a huge bitch to everyone. It started grating on my nerves immediately, but the head was good, and the sex was ok, so I continued to see her on and off. That Saturday, before Bella arrived into my life, I had finally had it with Tanya and told her to stay the fuck away from me forever. I didn't want to catch some disease from her: my record was thus far clean. She was a bitch through and through.
Against my better judgment, I acquiesced and went to have a talk with Tanya or whatever—maybe I hadn't been clear enough the first time: we're over. Bella, always shocking me, snubbed Tanya before she headed off to bio: I had to stifle back my laughter, trying not to make this situation worse. I shouldn't have been as stupid as that: I was fucking naïve if I thought that Tanya would just want to talk. So when Bella had walked by Tanya trying to convince me to let her give me head and me politely refusing, (attempting to be a gentleman and let her down easy), I was furious with Tanya. Poor Bella—what she must have thought—I had to make it right. Once Bella disappeared to where she had come from, I pushed Tanya away from me once and for all yelling "Listen you cunt! Don't you ever fucking touch me again. How many times do I have to tell you it's fucking over! You're so damn pathetic." before I ran to bio.
Bella wouldn't give me the time of day as I tried to apologize. I had to make it right. I agonized over it for the rest of the day. I thought I'd get my chance when I headed over to the Swan's house for the Mariner's game with the guys. Shit, I had thought as I remembered that she wasn't there, Fuck. I forgot Alice had Bella on some girly shopping spree. Damn it! I impatiently waited for Bella to get back, unable to enjoy the game, although that was partially because we were losing. When she finally entered her house after nine, I was riddled with thoughts of how to get her alone. She did most of the work for me as she immediately went to her room to work on homework. I was so nervous that I didn't even allow myself to appreciate the sexy new haircut Bella had gotten—which, by the way, was fucking hot on her: the red streaks matched her fiery temper perfectly. Now all I had to do was wait an appropriate amount of time and pretend to go to the bathroom.
When I got to her room, I was so anxious that I didn't even feign politeness and wait for her to answer her door: I just walked-in after the first set of knocks. That was how deep my need for her to forgive me and accept my explanation. I noticed right away the flask she held in her hands, which made me laugh: typical Bella, a hot mess. I started in with our usual banter, easing into the subject of my intent. When I finally saw it in her eyes that she believed and accepted my explanation, I felt an incredible sense of relief swim through me. Now that the hard part was over, my relief was colored with my intense attraction to Bella. Damn, she was barely wearing suitable clothes… We were both standing, for some reason, and I was really turned-on. All I wanted to do was touch her. I took a step closer, unsure if I should. I became lost within her chocolate eyes and their endless depths. Finally, I reached out and cupped her chin; I had wanted a better look at her face, the beautiful face with the sparkly nose-stud. I tried to read her eyes and figure out what she had seen with them, what had they been through to make her so… fucked-up? I wanted to make it better, and I knew that I couldn't, not now. I wanted to kiss her so badly, her full naturally red lips called to me. Tonight was not the night, though, for our first kiss: I didn't want it to happen on the coattails of the Tanya-fiasco. I felt like a pussy, but reasoned that I would make it up to her. I begrudgingly left the room, and seemingly, my heart with her.
The moment Bella glided down the steps of my house in her short blue dress and sexy hooker-boots, I was in my own version of Heaven. If Hell had been life before Bella, than surely now was some sort of wonderful Heaven, probably better. Bella looked like some rock-goddess; the image went straight to my dick. Oh, the things she does to me! I thought. While gentlemanly helping her into the limo, I became unable to keep up the façade for long, as I told her how delicious she looked. The whole while at dinner I remained next to her, needing to remain in close contact, fearful that I was somehow dreaming her up.
After dinner was over and we headed into the back yard to her party, I took her arm and led her to the middle of the dance floor, as Alice had previously instructed me to. There was a look of fear and apprehension in her eyes, surely the idea of a little dancing didn't scare her? I mentally chuckled, fearless Bella, afraid of dancing; the thought was hilarious. I had gotten us drinks after the birthday song was sung, Bella blushing away the whole time. She was so fucking cute! When I wished her happy birthday myself, I kissed her on the cheek: this chaste contact we had been keeping was driving me wild! I fucking wanted to just take her right then and there, but my Bella deserved more than that. Finally, after a few drinks Bella was dance-ready and we hit the floor. We, barely separated by the thin layer of clothing, were inseparable while moving to the beat. Bella should give herself more credit: when it came to bumping and grinding, Bella was quite good. Maybe that's because it's reminiscent of more primal movements. The only time we parted each other's side was when I replenished our drinks.
Drunk dancing with Bella was the most fun I had ever had while dancing—and that's saying something. When everyone had started to count down to midnight to ring-in Bella's true birthday like New Years, I decided that the moment was right when I looked into her chocolate eyes: I wanted to fucking kiss the hell out of her. It was the best fucking kiss in the entire history of first-fucking -kisses. We were so in tune, like our mouths were created to perfectly hold the other. At first it was all sweet, our lips gently touching, but I couldn't stay like that for long. I wanted her to fucking know that I wanted her. I could feel it in her as well as she returned my urgency. I bit her full luscious lips with my desire for her coursing through my body. I pulled her closer to me as I palmed her perfect-fucking-ass, and ran my fingers through my girl's sexy hair.Damn, did it feel good too. Finally, unable to breathe we pulled apart, heavily gasping for air. I offered to get us another drink to quench our sucked-dry mouths before we could go somewhere alone. I wanted to talk to her… This may sound like a chick thing to say, but I wanted to just fucking know how she felt about me. It was killing me not knowing.
I had left Bella for less than minute and already the sharks were swarming around her. I saw Mike look at her from the drinks station where he and I both were. That pissed me off. I turned around to look at Bella and saw James walking towards her, that fucking prick. He stopped a few feet away from her and grabbed something from his jacket. What the fuck? I thought. He removed whatever he had been searching for and kept walking towards her. I was rooted in my spot, curious as hell as to what the fuck this dooshbag thought he was going to do with my Bella. He chatted her up, reeking of smooth-operator tendencies, and … wait. What the—did he just fucking slip something into her drink? I thought as he handed her the drink, cheers-ed and took a sip. NOOO! I ran over to her, pissed as all hell at that fucking scumbag James. She looked confused as I arrived; I could detect her eyes becoming fatigued, as the fucking roofies started kicking in. I punched James in the face and yelled.
"What the FUCK were you thinking!"
