THW, Chapter 2: Hate To Say I Told You So.

Do what I want 'cause I can and if I don't because I wanna.

Be ignored by the stiff and the bored because I'm gonna.

Spit and retrieve 'cause I give and receive because I wanna.

Gonna get through your head what the mystery man said because I'm gonna.

Hate to say I told you so.

Do believe I told you so.

Now it's all out and you knew,

'Cause I wanted to.

Turn my back on the rot that's been planning the plot because I'm gonna.

No need for me to wait because I wanna.

No need,Two, Three too late because I'm gonna.

Hate to say I told you so.

Alright.

Come on.

Do believe I told you so.

- The Hives, "Hate To Say I Told You So"

EPOV

"Condoms?"

I look up from my cereals and to see Jasper dangling a box of condoms from across the kitchen.

I silently open up my leather jacket and reveal my own stash at my inside pocket.

"And people say we don't seem like twins." Jasper wonders out loud, taking out some of the foil packages for himself.

"Do you really wanna bang a girl on our first day at a new school?" I ask with honest curiosity.

Jasper turns to answer me but we are interrupted by Carlisle’s cheerful voice.

"Good morning, my boys!"

Both of us just grunt in response.

Carlisle had shocked the living shit out of us when he announced his decision to move out of Seattle. Something about needing a "slow-paced life" and a "healthier environment for us" but I call bullshit. There was something else going on but every time I've tried to corner him for information, he'd just play dumb and dodge the bullet.

Dad fixes himself some coffee and easily spots the condoms left on the counter.

"A new school can be exciting after all, huh?" And his eyes twinkle with mirth behind the rim of his coffee mug.

"It's not like there's much to do in this God forsaken hole, anyway." I point out as I get up and place the empty bowl in the sink.

Carlisle ignores my resentful comment and settles down his coffee. "As both of you seem so keen on having fun, I think a quick reminder of the rules is in order then." He looks thoughtfully at us as he begins listing them out.

"Stay out of trouble – and don't get caught if you are in trouble." I can't help but chuckle at that one.

"Don't attract unnecessary attention. I don't care how hot she is - if she's in a position that might get us problems, she's strictly out of limits." His vehemence is enough of a warning for us.

"And finally, but most importantly, condoms." He picks the box up to make his point. "Always."

We've been through these rules countless times before but apparently Carlisle still wants our acknowledgement, so we entertain him by nodding our heads like fucking five year olds.

"Yeah, Dad, we got it. No fucking if it will eventually fuck us over." Jasper says in a clipped tone while picking his jacket up from the stool.

“Language, Jasper.” He admonishes.

"Such a commitment to rules… one of these days they're going to bite you in the ass, Dad." I tease.

But he just barks out a laugh and shakes his head. "Edward, Hell will freeze over sooner than I'll break those rules!"

I just shrug. "Never say never. Just sayin'."

Carlisle dismisses my comment with a wave of his hand.

"I don't know about you two, but I've got places to go and people to do." Jasper says as he heads for the door.

I pick up my car keys with a smile on my face as I follow behind. "Yeah, let's get going. My Carmen's waiting for me to finally stretch her legs." God, I've been waiting to put my hands on her since Dad got her for me.

"Bro, sometimes I wonder if they dropped you on your head as a child... It's just a car."

I flippantly punch his arm as we make our way to the beauties parked outside.

My hand slides along the sloped black roof line, feeling the smooth cold surface before opening I open the door of my car… My Carmen.

I gotta admit it had been a very cunning move of Carlisle, giving us each a brand new BMW X6 to pay off for the whole forcing-us-to-move-into-Forks thing… It sure shut me up.

"First one to get there, gets shotgun on the hottest girl at school. Are you in?" Jasper asks, challenging me.

Despite us being twins, me and Jasper are kind of complete opposites: he's the sociable and popular one, and I'm the quiet and reserved; he wears fashionable funky colors, and I'm more of a rattled jeans and black t-shirt kind of guy; he hates sports of, and I'm a sucker for football; his coffee is loaded with sugar and cream, while mine is black with no sugar... But I digress.

My point is that we have very opposite tastes on everything… Except women; there’s just something about beautiful brunettes.

So it comes to no surprise that I gladly accept his challenge. "Hope you're in for sloppy seconds, bro."

As the competitive motherfuckers that we are, it only takes but a few moments for us to be racing our asses across the Olympic National Forest's road. Jasper gets the head start but I'm close behind and intend to get in front of him when I see that he has to swerve to his left to get ahead of a cruising black Mini.

I'm a bit curious about the driver, since Mini Coopers are one of my personal classics, so when I follow Jasper's lead I make sure to slow down enough to take a peek inside.

Jackpot.

The driver is a petite brunette and there are some other girls in the car. I try to look further inside to check them out but the goddamn Mini suddenly hits the gas gets way ahead of me, forcing me to swerve back to the right lane as another car approaches.

You wanna play, little girl?

I wait to make sure the path is clear before I hit the pedal and quickly than I’d expected it, I outrun the Mini Cooper. I laugh and throw her a sarcastic "Thank you" gesture.

Through the review mirror I see the brunette’s hand jerked outside the window giving me the finger.

Feisty.

As much as I like the attitude, I don't forget the bet and urge Carmen on. The drive is fast and furious and I manage to finally outrun Jasper and to be the first one to cut the engine at FHS’ parking lot.

I step outside the car feeling like The Stig.

"I just let you win because I know how much of a whiny bitch you are when you get sloppy seconds."

"Sure, keep telling yourself that." I sardonically reply as we make our walk towards the building and take our first look at the student population.

Forks High School is tediously identical to any other High School.

It doesn’t matter if it’s a posh school in downtown Seattle or a small-ass town school like this one: it’s always the same boring human landscape of ordinary boys and girls who are desperately screaming out their individuality. There's a small group of Goths and Badass-wannabes - who probably never went to a real rock concert - standing on a corner; a couple of Nerds scram their way through the corridors with their thick books secured tight in their arms; and then there's the Jocks and Cheerleaders who stand tall in the middle of the hall, kings and queens of bullshit.

I spot the lockers at the end of the hall and stop to point them out to Jasper. He takes notice and then smiles as he nods towards where the jocks and cheerleaders are, silently communicating that he has chosen his target.

Typical.

I follow his lead as he walks straight into their little group.

"Hello, I'm Jasper Cullen and this is my twin brother, Edward. I was wondering if you could help us find the lockers?" Jasper's words are sweet and controlled; his charm full-on.

The girls turn their heads and actually swoon. One of them wastes no time in putting her hand upon Jasper's chest, offering her assistance with a flirty smile.

Easy game.

"Hi, I'm Lauren."

I look down at the busty blonde standing before me. Blue eyes and bleached hair, and way too much make-up for my taste but her curves are'nt bad. The nasty look on her eyes, though, is what gives her away… she's just too easy.

"I'm Edward." I heedlessly reply.

She giggles."I know who you are, silly... Your brother just introduced you."

My eyes immediately go out to the pink nails that are now resting on my leather jacket's sleeve.

"Well, Eddie, can I help you with..." Her voice being forcibly breathy. "Anything?..." Her fake eyelashes bate at me and I know she's not talking about my locker.

I coolly remove her fingers from my arm.

"The name's Edward. And thanks, but I don't need your… help."

Lauren's face falls so hard that it's kind of comical the image of her gaping mouth.

I know I'm being rude but I have no interest for her whatsoever, and the soon she understands it, the better.

Yeah 'cause there's no way my dick is getting near that pussy... it screams STD.

A shiver runs through me just at the thought and because there’s no one here that holds my attention, I walk away and outside the hall to have a quick smoke before class. When I come back inside I see Jasper leaned against the wall, and I’m surprised to find that the annoying blonde is gone. In her place is a very pretty blue eyed brunette.

The fucker just got lucky.

Trig was boring as hell.

Not that I wasn't expecting it to suddenly become interesting but Mr. Greene's monotone voice was seriously numbing my brain cells.

I feel my phone vibrating mid-class, thankfully waking me up from my anesthesia.

Jasper.

"Meet me by your locker. Something's up."

Confused, I text him back.

"I'm in class douche. Why aren't you in class? What's up?"

Seconds later he replies

.

"Meet me after class then."

I tuck my phone away at my jeans’ pocket and spend the rest of the class mulling over Jasper's cryptic texts. What did he do? Did he get caught banging the brunette?

Fucking Jasper and his shenanigans.

The bell finally rings and I exit the classroom, going straight for my locker and into a fidgeting Jasper.

"What the hell, Jazz?"

He ushers me to a quiet corner.

“What’s going on?"

He looks me in the eye. "I don't know. I don’t know what’s going on, or why or how!" He says in a rush. "It just didn't work! The seduction didn't work. I was talking with that Jessica girl when out of nowhere this goddess walks up to me, and we started flirting and shit and - She's just spectacular! She's got this deep blue eyes and a tight bod-"

"Jasper!"

My hushed bark seems to stop his rambling and get him back to the point.

"I worked my charm all over her and nothing! Granted, I did bluntly ask her to go to my car so we could fuck, but c’mon! You know as well as I do that has never stopped it from happening before!"

I look at him dumfounded. "She rejected you?"

Jasper just nods.

I pace, trying to assimilate the information.

"And bro? I've never felt this attracted to anyone."

"Not even to last month’s Victoria Secrets’ angel you slept with?" I condescendingly remind him of his head over heels recent reaction.

He humphs in frustration. “No, that was completely different. This... this felt like a pull.”

He levels his eyes with mine and I see the seriousness in them. “Edward, when I touched her it felt like someone had punched the air out of me and at the same time overdosed me with oxygen."

"And you are sure you were trying to lure her in, right? Because you could’ve been distracted, and simply have relied on your looks." Because let's face it: we are some handsome fuckers.

His answer is instant and final. "I've never put so much effort into attracting a girl to me."

The weight of his words finally dawn on me.

It's impossible. It's in our blood to be irresistible.

"Maybe she was just pretending to be hard to get?"

"No, man, she wasn't. She was badly pissed and everything." He whimpers in desperation, burying his face in his hands.

"Am I broken?" He whines.

I chuckle at his breakdown.

"No, Jazz, you're not broken."

And I grip his shoulder forcing him to look at me."I'm sure there's a plausible explanation for all of this."

He searches my eyes for reassurance and seems to find it. "Yeah... There has to be an explanation. I mean, we are who we are, right?" He asks with a hint of a hope.

"Easy game, bro. Always easy game." I reply with a confident smirk.

The bell rings. "We have to go to class."

Jasper nods. "See you at lunch?"

"Yep."

I walk towards the class but my mind is a jangled mess of questions on Jasper's weird rendezvous. I stop at the door frame to shake the thoughts away but as soon as I look inside I freeze.

My vision is clouded by creamy white skin, slightly tinted by a pink blush.

Slim body, deliciously curvaceous at all the right places and strong long legs.

The thick brown hair falls in waves low at her back.

But it’s the feisty deep brown eyes that are staring right back at me that do me in.

The girl from the Mini Cooper.

I feel myself instantly harden against the denim of my jeans, because this woman can drive, and I'm a goner.

You're a goner with a boner.

I snort at my annoying inner voice.

"Ah, you must be Mr. Edward Cullen. I'm Mr. Molina, your Biology teacher." I break the eye contact with the fuck-hot brunette and turn to him.

"Hi Mr. Molina."

"Since the semester has already started, I'm afraid you don't have much of a choice but to be paired with our lovely Ms. Isabella Swan over there." And Mr. Molina points out to my temptress.

Isabella Swan…

Fuck! Even her name is hot.

I watch her eyes widen with realization.

Oh yeah Ms Swan, you are going to be my lab partner… among other things.

"I'm sure it's going to be a pleasure to work with Ms Sawn." I all but mumble as I walk towards the desk and slide into the seat next to her.

The class starts and I have to angle my body towards her so I can see her but she’s completely focused on the teacher.

I lightly couch to get her attention.

She turns slightly my way and heat comes off of her in waves.

Edward Cullen is time step into The Game.

I look deeply into her eyes and smile my trademark panties-dropping smile.

"Hi, I'd like to properly introduce-"

"Save it." Her hissed words cut out my well prepared speech and I'm a bit stunned, but make a quick recovery.

"Well, I just wanted to int-"

"I said save it." She glares at me.

Kitten's got claws…

I smirk and lick my upper lip in a predatory fashion. I see her eyes follow the path of my tongue and my own dart to her chest... The tight T-shirt she's wearing hides very little of her hardening nipples.

"Do they look like sundaes?" Her amused voice rings, dissipating my thoughts.

"What?" I ask in utter perplexity.

"I asked you they looked like sundaes? 'Cause you're staring at my boobs like a fat kid at the ice cream stand."

I must've looked flabbergast because the next thing I know she's shaking her head with a snort. "Just my luck; I finally get a lab partner and he's a fucking perv."

Something inside me cracks as I feel my sex appeal stumble hard into the ground. I don’t know what to do so I react by reaching out for her elbow to stop her from turning away from me; but as my fingers make contact with the bare skin of her arm an electric current goes through my body and I immediately drop my hand as if I've been burned.

When I lift up my eyes to hers, I see my own confusion reflected on them. Our eyes search lock and suddenly there’s no seduction game… just brown on green, and green on brown. The classroom fades away and I'm swallowed in her roaring fiery chocolate depths; a bottomless need taking over my being like flames.

An abrupt blast breaks our connection and I take the opportunity to twist my body away from hers, catching a breath I didn’t knew I was holding. The reality of the classroom creeps in and I notice the room is much darker than before.

There’s a commotion around the room because the fluorescent light bulbs in the ceiling had somehow busted.

"Calm down guys, calm down! I'm going to call in the janitor to replace the lights; something must've overcharged the electric wiring. Please remain in your seats just in case any broken glass has fallen through, Ok?"

What the fuck?

"Shit!" I hear Isabella hissing beside me, but I resist the urge of looking over at her. I'm not ready for that just yet.

My heart’s racing and my body’s tingling from what perspired between us… I've never felt anything like it. That had neither been a staring contest nor a seductive eye-lock.

I pretend to be very much interested on the janitor’s actions as he comes in and replaces some of the lights just to avoid her, but by the time the janitor leaves the class is restored to its order and I have to twist back into my previous position.

Out of the corner of my eye I can see that her hair has fallen like a curtain around her face, effectively blocking me out.

The class continues… and so does my torture. Because try as I might, I just can’t seem to ignore Isabella.

I'm acutely aware of every intake of breath, of every movement of her hand as she scribbles in her notebook, of every shift of her legs under the table… Her outrageous delectable body taunts me with its proximity and the magnetic pull between us is definitely driving me insane.

Now you sound like Jasper.

Her right leg is incessantly bouncing up and down under the desk; and much to my own shock, my hand has moved on its own accord and is now rested high upon her denim covered thigh.

The bouncing stops at once and my fingers act on reflex by squeezing her thigh.

I hear her harsh intake of air and feel the muscle tighten beneath my fingers; and the wave of lust that assaults me is almost enough to make me groan out loud. I quickly draw my hand back and shift in my seat to adjust what is probably the hard-on of the motherfucking century.

When the bell finally rings, Isabella is already up and out the door.

I get up after a moment and quickly make my way outside into the fresh air to light up a much needed cigarette, letting my lungs absorb the smoke before letting it out in a big cloud.

That was, without doubt, the freakiest class ever.

I don’t know what happened back in there, but there are a few things that I’m deadly sure of: that the electric wiring of FHS’ in critical need of replacement; that my genetic abnormal sex appeal had just impossibly and epically failed; and that Isabella Swan would undoubtedly be the death of me.

You’re so fucked.

Amazingly enough, the rest of the day slides by in trouble-free normalcy.

At lunch we manage to escape the cheerleaders' horde, that seem to be downright stalking us, by quite literally sliding our way inside the library. I told him everything about what was from then on mentioned as “The Great Biology Catastrophe of Edward Cullen” and after much needed debate, both of us decide to try to find out the most that we can on these girls and later talk to Dad about their clear immunity to us.

We also agree on leaving out the pull detail.

At least for now.

I didn't see Isabella for the rest of the day and that was a relief… even though there's a part of me – the sexual part of me, I might say - that was actually disappointed.

When our last period rolls in, we had already compiled some interesting data on both girls: Isabella Swan and Alice Higginbotham. They were cousins and Isabella had a little sister, Agnes, who’s a Junior. Apparently they are Forks’ own urban legends: they don’t mingle and have very few friends. The weird family arrangement combined with the fact that their family was one of the wealthiest and oldest in Washington State, elevated them to celebrity status.

Since Dad was working the night shift, Jasper suggested eating out at the local Diner, and it’s only around 6:30 that I realize that I have three missed calls and one voicemail from Carlisle.

"Hey Jazz, do you have any missed call from dad?"

He quickly retrieves his phone.

"Yeah, two missed calls."

"No voicemail?" I ask.

He shrugs. "Nope, he knows I always ignore those."

I play the voicemail in speaker mode.

"Edward, I've tried to call you and your brother but honestly I don't know why the hell do I spend money on buying you both state of the art phones when none of you picks it up when I need you to!... There's a Parents/Teacher meeting tonight at FHS that I have to attend to but my car just fucking broke down. Make sure one of you picks me up around seven at school, ok? Bye"

We both chuckle when we hear our Dad swear… it's a rare occurrence.

"I told him that his engine was making a funny noise." I say with a shake of my head.

"Hey, we better get going before he grills our asses." Jasper says as he gets up to pay the bill at the dinner's counter.

We drive from the dinner to High School and when I get to the lot my attention is immediately caught by the black Mini Cooper that's still parked there.

Isabella.

I loudly groan as I exit the car, meeting Jasper outside.

"What is she doing here?" I wonder.

Jasper shrugs with his hands down his pockets, and I start walking towards the building.

"Where are you going?" Jasper asks, unmoving.

"To Disneyland." I reply in exasperation. "What do you think, Sherlock? I'm going inside, it's fucking freezing out here."

Jasper grumps but still comes after me. "Wait up douche! I actually need to take a piss."

We walk inside the deserted building and Jasper makes a beeline to the bathroom. I stand idly around the hall and notice light streaking through a semi open door next to the library.

Curiosity kicks in and I slowly make my way towards it, a faint sound getting increasingly distinctive the closer I get.

"Stupid fucking fabric that won't fucking hold!... It's going to be easy, she said. It's just a simple bow, she said."

I finally reach the door and see it’s the students' hall.

Carefully I press my fingers into the wood of the door so it opens and I can see inside.

Standing with her back turned to me on her tiptoes, trying to do some kind of hanging bow from the ceiling while balancing on top of a high chair, is none other than my personal living hell and wet dream – Isabella Swan.

I'm mesmerized by her tight round ass squirming inside the skin-tight jeans. My eyes drink in the scrumptious way her hips flare smoothly into the deep curve of her ass and then begin the luscious descent to the dip of her tiny wait. Her T-shirt had severely rod up and the right side of her upper body was bare to my eyes, the velvety flesh of her back making my mouth water for a taste of her.

Too preoccupied ogling her body, I didn't even realize that I've unthinkingly steeped closer, just a mere couple of feet now between us.

She lets out a tired sigh as she drops down her right arm and cracks her neck. It isn’t easy for me to contain the growl that wants to escape at the sight of her strained delicate throat as I imagine myself biting it and licking it as I take her from behind and feeling her heat wrapped around my cock as I fuck her deep and-

“I can do this.” Her determined words bring me out from my fantasy and I see that she’s once again stretching herself up, this time with her left arm high in the air grabbing the knotted fabric. My eyes once again travel her body and when they reach her midriff I feel a furious rush of blood to my groin because her T-shirt had once more rode up and her left side is covered in fine black lines that expand and contract as the muscles beneath move.

Ink.

Isabella Swan has a motherfucking tattoo, and I think I might have just permanently damaged my dick judging by the strength with which it’s pressed against the buttons of my jeans.

“Fuck me hard.”

I hear her startled shriek before I register the fact that I've just all but growled out my thoughts; and then it all happens in slow motion.

Isabella loses her balance and topples over from the top of the swaying chair.

I act on pure instinct as I reach out for her, not wanting my temptress to smash that beautiful face of hers on the floor, and thrust myself forward so that I’m between her and the floor. The result, however, is that my back hits the ground with the force of her tumbling over me and my heads drops with a loud thump. As the sharp pain shots through my spine and head, I very eloquently cry a loud "Fuck!" that echoes through the deserted hall ways of the school.

That's how I find myself on my back, with Isabella Swan's appetizing ass pressed hard against my raging denim covered erection, when a distressed Jasper comes in through the door followed by a tear-streaked face Alice.

I don’t have time to wonder why the fuck those two came in together, because the library’s closed doors open to reveal a gorgeous older woman dressed in an elegant but tousled dress accompanied by a disheveled blonde man that has red lipstick smeared all over his mouth.

"Dad?"

I rasp in confusion, before blissful unconsciousness takes over.