Hehe. Based on a tortuous true story.

I didn't stop at my locker, seeing as I only needed the small Spanish textbook under my arm. Navigating the hallways quickly, I soon found myself turning the corner and walking into my Spanish class. It was by far my favorite of the four classes—I was a natural at the interesting language and all my best friends but Jasper were in it with me.

Noticing I was one of the first to arrive today, I sat down one row over and a seat behind Angela and started working on the daily despierta. The rest of the class, including Alice, Edward, Emmett, and that bitch Hale filed in within the five minutes between classes, and Sr. Guapo called on random students to write the answers to our daily wake-up drill on his prized SmartBoard.

Edward was called on for number one, and I couldn't stop myself from staring at his perfect ass as he walked from his seat behind me to write the answer to his question. Alice noticed my blatant staring from her seat beside me and behind Angela and rolled her eyes at me.

What? I mouthed, shrugging my shoulders.

Edward Cullen and I had been dancing around our feelings for months. We'd been friends all our lives, but the night of the homecoming game in September, Edward began flirting with me out of nowhere. And what girl in her right mind wouldn't be crazy for the bronze-haired, green-eyed god? We both knew the feelings—whatever they were—were mutual, but we had yet to say anything serious about the awkward-ass issue.

Whatever. I've still got a great view for an hour and a half.

After all the questions had been answered, Sr. Guapo passed out a crossword puzzle for us to fill out in Spanish and went to his desk to myspace or whatever. When he reminded us that we were free to work in groups of two, the entire classroom filled with the sound of desks screeching across the tile floors. Alice and Angela turned toward each other and opened Alice's book to begin, and Emmett moved faster than Jesse Owens to get the seat next to Rosalie the bitchtastic, his huge head of curls bouncing in time with him.

"So," Edward purred into my ear, effectively making me shiver. "You wanna work together, since Emmett left me for Holy Hale, or what?"

It was so refreshing to know I wasn't the only one who thought the world would be better if Rosalie ended up in a meat grinder.

"Sure," I was barely able to whisper.

Too fast for me to realize what was happening, Edward had my desk turned around, facing him. He smiled at me, and rather than turn crimson for all to see, I looked down at my book, searching for the chapter vocabulary.

"You're so sexy when you blush," Edward whispered, his head ducked so that our eyes were level.

I rolled my eyes and, satisfied with page 194, wrote my name on my paper. I began working on the puzzle, and noticed in my peripheral that Edward did not.

"You look so tense, Bella. You don't always have to sit up perfectly straight, you know."

"I didn't notice I was," I said, writing in las uvas for five down.

"Sit back, Bella. Relax a little. We have until 12:35 to have this done," he murmured, slouching himself.

I wondered why he was so dead set on having me practically laying down in my desk for nearly five minutes before I remembered I was wearing a short plaid skirt and white knee-high socks.

I smiled wryly at my conclusion. "Edward, really, you don't have to try this hard to look up my skirt."

He laughed. "Really, Bella, I know that. I wouldn't inconvenience myself by getting under the desk to look anyway."

Rolling my eyes, I finally leaned back.

I moved on to the next problem and reached an answer almost instantly. I began to write it down, but my pencil dropped from my hand, my z looking almost like an r, when Edward's knee began to massage me through my panties. One fist clenched on the side of my desk, while my right hand tried to recover my pencil before it rolled into the floor. Edward moved down, a full sweep from top to bottom, before pounding himself so hard against me that my knees hit the top of the desk.

And it felt so good.

Fighting back a whimper, I looked around me to see if anyone had taken notice. Everyone's eyes were trained to their papers, and Sr. Guapo was still engrossed by the light of his computer monitor. And Edward sat there smirking at me, fighting back a chuckle. He moved up again, pressing expertly against my clit, the son of a bitch.

I inhaled sharply and tried to continue working. Edward followed my lead, but he obviously worked quicker than I did. My handwriting ended up all over the place, like a kindergartener's, and Edward, still keeping up his excelente ministrations, took my paper to fill in what I did not—err—could not.

"Bella, your handwriting seems a little sloppy, like you're distracted or something," Edward commented, smiling like a fool.

"Fuck you," I hissed, holding back the moan threatening to escape.

We were the first ones finished, naturally, and held on to our papers to help anybody that might need it. And of course they would while I was trying to have one hell of an orgasm in the middle of class. And of course they would ask me, and not the sex demon sitting across from me with his knee between my fucking legs.

"Hey, Bella," Alice called. "What did you get on twenty-eight across?"

"Generalmente," I squeaked.

Suddenly, a booming laughter met my ears, and my eyes darted to meet Emmett's only to see that he had caught on. My eyes widened in horror, and Edward turned around to shush him.

"Hey, Mufasa," our teacher called from his desk. "Keep it down."

Eventually, the bell rang for lunch. Edward's knee had yet to succeed at getting me off, so I was careful to make us the last ones out of the room. I tugged on his sleeve at the door, and stood on the tips of my toes to whisper in his ear seductively, "¿Quieres ver mi asiento trasero?"

We turned the opposite way as we came from the classroom, headed straight for a rendezvous in my pretty little Honda.

I smirked at my Spanish skills as we navigated the hallways hand in hand, thinking over my words.

"Do you want to see my backseat?"

…Yesterday was a good day. Sadly, the ending was not quite the same. I took a nap on the bleachers during lunch. Haha. I guess this is going to become a two-shot. Should be up later sometime. Whore-bag Mom is making me help her clean. Haha.