Hey peeps. By now, y'all already know my updating habits. It can be summed up as yearly. Haha. Sorry, alright? I FEEL SO BAD. Anyways, here's a li'l something before the New Year.

Warning: it's pretty...cheesy. imo. haha.

But please, do read! :)

Oh, and P.S - I don't own Twilight/its characters/etc.

Chapter 5:

The dude was just sitting there, nonchalantly chewing on his roll. We made out not too long ago, in front of his parents for Christ's sake! And now… He's just being Edward…existing nonchalantly! Ugh! I want him to be… Be chalant! Whatever the fuck that means. Just..I want him to rid of the calm 'tude and start freaking out. Like I am!

Aside the fact that I've been ravished and teased properly by this man, I've also been incredibly annoyed and frustrated by him. What's been bugging me the whole dinner, besides his calm face, is the fact that he said he knew me. Every time I look at him, I remember his smug face when he said it, as if he has a dirty secret to himself. I hate that. It's bugging me to no end.

"Bella, dear, are the peas no good?" My mother asked, distracting me from my musings. As I shook my head no, I couldn't help but notice the look my mother gave me. Raised eyebrows, evil glare.

She's probably upset by the lack of interaction between me and the green-eyed monster.

"No, mom, they're great." I said, eating a spoonful to prove a point.

Of course, when I struggle to chew the peas in my mouth, He decides to stare at me.

"Mfat?" I ask, irritated.

He stared at me with amused eyes whilst chuckling.

"You're adorable."

…

Uhm. Hello. What?

He must've read my mind as he repeated the words.

"Renee, would you mind if Bella and I take over the desserts?" He asked my mother, suddenly.

Unable to refuse him anything, my mother quickly motioned him her permission. Before I knew it, I was being dragged to the kitchen.

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"Freshman year. I was in your English class."

"What?" I exclaimed, whiplash-ed from his suddenness.

"That's how I know you. I figured you wouldn't remember me." He spoke while busying himself with the pies.

"High school? Are you serious?" I said, incredulous.

He nodded, still not meeting my eye.

"I gotta say, you haven't changed much. Same style, same naivety."

"Excuse me? What's that supposed to mean?"

He shrugged, "It means exactly what it sounded like. No, it's not meant to be offensive, but it's how I see it."

"Well, I don't give a fuck on your opinion." I said, noticing my involuntary harsher voice.

"Really? You seemed to give a lot of "fuck" when you were on top of me, molesting my mouth."

That did it.

I jumped on his back, and started beating him with my puny, little fists.

"You." Punch. "Are." Punch. "So." Punch. "FRUSTRATING!" Punch

The following moment allowed me to realize he was not unwilling to retaliate. He turned, leading me to drop to the floor, held my wrists with one of his hands, ceasing my meager punches, and used his other hand to poke me back.

"Well, you're a fucking tease." He said in between pokes.

"What 'tease'? I haven't done a thing to provoke anything from you!" I practically shouted at his face.

"Oh yeah?" He challenged, inching closer. "What so you just moan to all the strangers you meet? Kiss just anyone? Play with their hair? Hmm?"

"N-no…" I stammered, flustered by his proximity. I admit, all those things he held against me sounded pretty bad. But, for crying out loud, I've lived all through eighteen years, all through high school without a single kiss. I've never gotten near a single guy, and my self-esteem has reached the depths of hell. Yeah. That low. Forgive me for my reactions to this one guy. But c'mon! I recall all those horny bitches that made out with their other horny-halves in front of me all the time! They flaunted their shallow relationships and created huge deals when their heart broke after a silly break up. I found all of it stupid at the time, and I couldn't find the desire to seek out those types of relationships, therefore leading to my virgin lips. I don't regret not falling into the traps of superficial high school drama, but…now that I've witnessed the magic of kissing a man, after years of deprival, I'm not about to say I didn't enjoy it.

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"Edward, Bella, how's the dessert coming along?" My mother called out from the dining room, killing the mood instantly.

"We'll be out soon. Just heating the pies, Renee." Edward responded.

He released my wrists and returned to the pies, once again, ignoring me.

"Listen, Edward, I promise you, I'm not that kind of girl. I didn't mean to tease you in any way. And I'm so sorry I didn't remember you were in my English class FOUR YEARS AGO. Really, forgive me, but, if it makes you feel any better, I couldn't tell you who were in my physics class either. Could you just…." Looking at his unmoved body, I sighed in defeat. "Listen... Alright. Listen…That was…What happened back there…That was my first…."

The last part of my rambling seemed to have piqued his interest.

"First?"

Picking on my nails, I nodded.

"First, what?" He pushed.

"Agh! First kiss!"

After my horrendous confession, I held my breath, awaiting the laughter and mockery. This green-eyed monster is sure to rub the humiliation on my face.

"Really?"

I sighed, "Yes."

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"Well, damn." He said. What I saw as I looked at him surprised me. The monster had glazed eyes…eyes that stared at me curiously, more specifically, at my lips.

"E-Edward?"

Well, he's not ignoring me anymore, that's for sure.

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"Bella, let me fix it." He whispered, moving closer to me.

"What? Fix what?"

Grasping my arm, he pulled me to a position where we pressed against each other, and said, "Your first kiss. The one earlier wasn't good enough. No. You deserve a much better one…And I want to do it for you.

Dun Dun Dun.

Well, there you go! Sorry if I was a little rusty up there, haha. Not that I was ever a smooth writer, but yeah, ya know what I mean.

Fun fact of the day: osn means Oh Shit Nigga. Isn't that hilar? I kept thinking that people were just mistyping...but I guess that doesn't really make sense..So yeah, anyway, it turns out the OSN is the ghetto version of OMG. lol like totes.

Anyways, yep.

Happy New Year to you!

May you have a chance to say osn to someone, or better yet, make out with someone on New Year's Eve THEN say osn. Whatever you think will give you the most joy.

Love,

bemyhoneybee :)