Chapter Two

BPOV

I walked into the cafeteria for lunch, took a pre-packed tuna salad sandwich and a bottle of water and strolled over to our table. I glanced over and saw that the girls were fussing over Rose. Well it was her birthday after all, she could suck it up and enjoy the attention. It only happened once a year. “Happy Birthday Rose!” I yelled at the top of my voice so everyone knew it was her birthday. Rose looked up gave me a filthy look, tried not to look embarrassed and went back to talking to Alice.

Well that wasn’t quite the greeting I was expecting. Rachael waved me over to sit next to her, “Hello there, Bells. You were late this morning again I see?” giving me a knowing smirk. “Any accidents to report?”

I rolled my eyes, “Nope, not this morning. I have shocked you I am sure,” I tossed straight back at her, “I forgot something.” I mumbled as I started eating the tuna salad sandwich in front of me.

“How do you think you did on the math’s test?” Rachael asked giving me a small smile.

“Yeah, pretty straightforward so I think I did okay?” I shrugged, “How about you? You ran out of there pretty quickly. I tried to catch up but you just disappeared.” I said giving her a quizzical glance.

“I think I flunked it,” she said, looking at her plate of food.

Rachael and I had known each other ever since we were babies. Our dads were best friends. She had an annoying little brother who was always hanging around us like a bad smell. He was only a year younger than us. Jacob was Jacob though, a smelly little boy who wanted to pull things apart until he eventually worked out how to put them back together again. His dad was always yelling at him, something was always missing or not working.

“I am sure you didn’t Rach,” I said in a small voice so the other girls didn’t catch on to our conversation, “you always think that. I am sure you did fine.” I smiled at her. She was always so nervous about her grades. I know she was desperate to go to university and leave La Push. She needed to get away from there, and I was even more desperate to go with her.

Her mom died a few years ago, it was so sad when Sarah died of cancer. Ever since, Rachel and I leaned on each other. We grew so close I don’t think anything could break the bond we had. Since I didn’t really remember my own mom, Sarah had been the closest thing I had to one. I even called her mom a few times.

We were suddenly interrupted by Alice pushing me aside to sit next to me on the bench seat. “You girls ready to party tonight?” She started bouncing up and down excitedly next to me.

I bit my tongue and glanced up at Rachel, who had gone from doom and gloom over her math test to now straightforward amusement at me about tonight’s activities.

“I am not sure I really want to go Alice,” I started saying when Alice sighed. I dared to look over to her, much to my mistake, when I saw she was giving me her puppy dog eyes. Shit! I should have known better than to look at her!

“Aww... don’t do that too me Alice, that’s not fair!” I groaned as Rose, Tanya and Angela came over to the table to join us.

“What’s not fair?” Rose asked, looking confused at Alice.

“Oh, Bella was just informed that I get to pick her outfit for tonight.” Alice said like it was no big deal to Rose. “We all ready girls to go to this club Tanya has been telling us about?” Her excitement was completely over the top.

They all chorused “Yes!” to Alice and I stifled a groan back.

I looked up to see Rachael who was pretty much laughing her ass off, nearly falling on to the floor at Alice and completely ignoring anything I had to say. How did it go from me saying I didn’t want to go out tonight to Alice picking out my outfit? Did I really think I had a hope in hell? I rolled my eyes at her.

Just as I was about to argue, the bell rang and Alice smiled triumphantly at me and rose to her feet. “Don’t be late to my house after school, okay Bella?” Not even waiting for my answer she turned on her heel and walked out of the cafeteria shouting over her shoulder. “See you girls then.”

I looked back at Rachael, “Well you were a load of help! Thanks Rach!” I threw my hands down on the table and got up ready to go to class.

Rachael was still laughing, “Your welcome Bells, anytime.” And walked off going to her class.

With friends like these who needs enemies?

EPOV

Friday’s at school are always a trip. Everyone is tired of all the crap and ready to blow off some steam over the weekend. As I walk down the hall between first and second period, I am asked to at least six different parties. When you have a good supply of weed, you are suddenly on everyone’s VIP list. I never give anyone an answer as to if I am going to be at their party or not.

I always wait until the last minute and weigh my options. I need to pick the best party so I can make the most money. That means going where the hottest girls and the most liquor are going to be. I usually try to make it to at least two or three of the Friday night festivities, because let’s face it.

Everybody wants Edward Cullen at their party.

I stop at my locker to get my books for the next class, and I feel a hard slap across my back. “Sup Eddie! What’s the word on the hook ups tonight? You got any good parties lined up for us?”

Emmett has been my best friend and partner in crime for many years. He is almost as bad with his whorish ways as me. He and I have shared more girls than I can count. He makes a great wingman.

“Why do you insist on calling me Eddie? You know I fucking hate it.”I punch back in the shoulder, and I roll my eyes.

“There are a few prospects, but nothing much. I am sure something good will come along, if not we can crash some college parties.” And with that we high five and walk to our next class.

On the way, we meet up with Jasper. He is a crazy ass Texan that started school here last year. We all immediately became friends. I say immediately, it was more accidentally. His first day here was a disaster. Just like most new toys at Forks High, he was under the microscope the moment people heard he was moving here. There were rumors about how he was a womanizer and a pothead. It was even rumored he has spent some time in a Juvenile Detention Center for stealing cars.

Everyone was excited about the “bad” boy coming to shake things up at Forks.

When he first set foot in the doors of the school, I knew that the rumors were false. This kid was NOT a badass. He was a NERDASS. He looked like he was scared shitless, and he probably was. He had his backpack over BOTH shoulders and he was wearing a fucking suit and tie. I knew I had to help the poor bastard before the jackals got to him. I walked right up to him, and said, “You better fucking come with me if you know what is good for you.” I grabbed his backpack and pulled his ass back out the door and behind the school.

“You are Jasper Whitlock, am I right?” I questioned him. He looked like he was going to cry, but he nodded his head. I started laughing hysterically. “You are the badass mother fucker we have heard so much about over the past few weeks?” I could hardly breathe I was laughing so hard. I put my hand on the wall to steady myself, but I kept one hand on his backpack. It looked like he was preparing to runaway.

“Please don’t hurt me. This is my first day. Do you want my lunch money?” He was really scared.

I calmed down a bit from my hysterics, and started to try and calm him down.“Look, obviously all of us here have been given some bogus information about you. Everyone has been anxiously awaiting the arrival of you, the new bastard of Forks. We were expecting some serious trouble.” I still don’t think he understood me. I began to think that maybe he had mental problems.

He began to stammer, “Couldn’t we just tell everyone the truth? I don’t want anyone to think I am a bad person. I really want to get in with the right crowd.”

Holy Hell…I had my work cut out for me. This kid was going to be eaten alive. “Jasper, I know you don’t know me from shit, but would you please listen to some words of advice? If you let people see you like this now, you will be eating your lunch in the restroom for the rest of the year. Forget getting in with the right crowd. The crowd will part like the Red Sea to get away from you. Trust me on this. I have seen it happen more times than I can count. A few kids have even had to move away because the shit got so bad.” I don’t know why I cared so much, but he seemed like a nice guy. I didn’t want to see his boxers hanging on the flag pole.

“You really think it would be that bad for me? What can I do? I just want to go back to my private school. Things were so much more civil there.” He took off his backpack and looked at his feet.

“I don’t know anything about high school students being civil, but Dorothy you are not in Kansas anymore. Now are you ready to start your first day of school?” I had a plan, but I had to know if he was going to be cool.

“UM? I am not from Kansas, I am from Texas. Lubbock, Texas to be precise. What do you have in mind? Is this going to hurt?” He shuttered at the last statement. I was going to have to toughen up this kid.

“Well, first thing, we have to get rid of this suit. You look like a walking prick. Take off the jacket and the tie and roll up the sleeves of your shirt. He did as I asked and then I got a bottle of water out of my bag. I had him pour it over his head and mess up his golden locks. He still looked too nice and neat for the reputation he had acquired. “Jasper, this last thing just might hurt a bit, but you will thank me for it later. You might want to close your eyes.” He tensed up but closed his eyes as I requested. It had to be done. I hauled off and punched him square in the nose. I felt it crunch under my knuckles. Blood suddenly flooded the front of his shirt and his eyes filled with tears, but much to my surprise he did not make a sound. He definitely had potential.

“Now you look like the guy we heard about. Now get this straight. You never have to tell anyone about anything. Just keep your mouth shut about your past and act all mysterious. Hang out with Emmett and I and you will be fine. Do not confirm or deny anything.”

With that we heard the bell for first period. “Let’s start this. Remember, you are a badass. Stay quiet and you will be fine.” He nodded his head, and another drop of blood landed on his shirt.

“May I ask one question?” I eyed him suspiciously. Was he going to baulk now? He started again, “What is your name?” I realized then that I had not even introduced myself. This guy was amazingly trusting.

“My name is Edward Cullen, and welcome to your first day of public high school.” I put my hand on his shoulder and grabbed his backpack. We walked to our first classes to the terrified stares of the entire student body.

It wasn’t long till Jasper Whitlock started to live up to his reputation. The three of us are the Kings of the school. There is not a woman on campus below the age of 50 that hasn’t expressed an interest in fucking one or all of us.

Jasper strolls over to Emmett and me. He has a shit eating grin on his face. I eye him cautiously. When Jasper has that look things usually get interesting. “What’s up with you Jasper? Did you just get laid?” I ask.

“You know a gentleman never fucks and tells, but seeing that I don’t know any gentlemen, I guess I will just say, you were right about Lauren’s tight ass.” We laugh and shake our heads. Lauren is a regular. She is always good for a quick fuck, and usually doesn’t get all cuddly and shit afterward. I hate that.

“But that is not why I have the look. I have a club for us to go to tonight. Lots of people are going. It sounds like it might have primo pussy potential.” Emmett laughs and gives him a fist bump.

“Sounds like a plan to me. Are you in, Edward?” Emmett leans against the wall as if he is saying he is not moving until I give him the correct answer. I think about the bag of weed I need to move. That is a lot harder at a public place. There are always bouncers and shit watching.

“You know this is going to cut into my profits for the night? How do you know about the primo pussy? Give me the details and then I will decide.” We are late to class and are the only students still in the hall. None of us give a shit.

“I heard that a bunch of girls from the “all girls” private school are getting together for some chick’s birthday. You have to admit. Girls in uniforms are hot. They are probably all still virgins, and all innocent and shit. I can almost smell them from here.” He closes his eyes and takes in a long breath. Emmett copies his actions.

“And where exactly did you get this information?” I always say if it sounds too good to be true, it probably is.

“Well, now don’t freak out on me, but that is the only downside to the whole plan. I got the 411 from Tanya. I know you two have a history, but don’t leave Emmett and me hanging just ‘cause you let some girl get the better of you.” He starts to walk down the hall.

I knew that Tanya’s parents had moved her to an all girls private school. They thought that this would help fix all her problems. I knew better. News flash to the parents, your little girl is a whore. She has no redeeming qualities, but if she was going to be going to a club it did indeed have the promise of being a good night. She was basically me in a woman’s body. This should be fun.

“Fine I will go, but we have to stop by Mike’s party first so I can sell some shit. I still have to make a living you know.”

Emmett jumped off the wall and yelled, “Yes! We are going to get us some virgin pussy tonight.”

I could only hope the girls knew what they were walking into. I went into my classroom and began to daydream about my plans for the night.