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Turning over I looked at the dark outline of the girl lying beside me. She was very striking, a model in looks. A curvy body that made heads turn. Perfect in nearly every way. Every guy's dream catch. Exactly my type.
Except she wasn't.
She wasn't enough. They were never enough anymore.
There was a time I didn't think so. There was a time that girls like the one lying next to me were what I lived for. Shamelessly I would chase after them, and shamelessly they would allow me to catch them. I would stay for a while, until I got bored, and then I'd move on.
It's just the way it was with me.
I took a deep breath, and pinched the bridge of my nose, closing my eyes.
But then there was her. It had all started innocent enough. There was the party, the alcohol, and the girl. We had come to an agreement quickly enough after that night. If neither of us were in a relationship, or even just dating or seeing someone, then we would have each other.
There were many nights throughout the years when she'd warm my bed, or I hers. There were times when we would both sneak away to fill a need. Sometimes the only shelter being a semi secluded corner, wall, or car. She was the easy way for me to let out all my frustration, my hurt, my lust. And I, hers.
It wasn't until recently that I discovered my feelings for her.
And I was afraid of them.
Love wasn't a part of the agreement we had made, and I'm sure she didn't feel the same way. How could she?
She was sweet, and gentle. She may not have had her virtue for a long time, but it didn't change the fact that she was pure. She was honest, and unbearably kind. She didn't whore around like I did.
I could admit it to myself now.
There was nothing compelling about my behavior. There was nothing good about it. In all honesty I was probably a scum bag. I was the guy that, once he had his fun, was gone. I was the guy that, if he thought you were interesting enough, would start a relationship, but it didn't mean it would last long. I'd promise to call, and yet never get around to it.
Yeah, I was that guy.
And I was in love with someone I didn't deserve. I was in love with an angel.
I might not deserve her, but it didn't mean I wasn't selfish.
I was going to try.
I was going to try to get her to love me too. I was going to stop with all of the girls, and show her I was worthy. I was going to show her I loved her.
But first, I had to wait for the girl lying next to me to leave.
I could be honest and tell her I wasn't going to call. I could be honest and tell her there was someone else. I hope she wouldn't wait by the phone.
I didn't want to be that guy anymore.
I sighed put my arm back down at my side and rolled over, glancing at the alarm clock.
1:24 AM, the blaring red digits read.
It was about this time that first night. I still remember it like it was only moments ago. When she walked through the door, all breath had left my body. She was beautiful, but looked out of place. She had come in with Alice Brandon, a popular girl.
It wasn't long until she was standing against the back wall next to me. When she caught me looking at her I introduced myself.
"Hey, I'm Edward." I introduced myself to the girl standing next to me. I had to speak a little louder than usual due to the loud music coming from the speakers, and the chatter of all the people standing around at the party.
She looked up at me, her brown eyes sparkling as she smiled.
"Bella," She stuck her hand out and shook mine, "I think you're in my Biology class."
I frowned; I think I would remember if she were. "Are you sure?"
She nodded, "Yeah, Edward Cullen, right?"
I nodded, still trying to think if she were in my class or not.
I had been distracted today, with my head phones on, finishing up the math homework that was do the next period. I had forgotten about it.
"Were you the one who sat down next to me?"
She nodded, "Yeah, you didn't look up. I think you were doing math homework or something. Anyhow, I'm your new lab partner."
"Ah, I'm sorry about that." I reached out and touched her shoulder.
She beamed, "Don't worry about it."
"You wanna get something to drink?"
Another nod and we were in the kitchen. When offered she had crinkled her nose at the beer, so I gave her a Smirnoff instead.
There were already some drunk guys, and not so drunk guys playing beer games. At either side of the kitchen table there were cups set up like bowling pins. Two guys on each side of the table made a team and they each had two ping-pong balls. The object of the game was to try to make your ball into the other team's cups. If you did then the other team had to drink from theirs before the game would continue. If you got both of the balls in the same cup, then the opposing team had to drink from all of the cups on the table.
It was actually entertaining to watch sometimes. When I realized my drink was gone I looked over at hers, empty as well. I smiled at her and grabbed a few more bottles before leading her out to the back. This house had a pool, and pool chairs. Not to mention, nobody really went out back.
I sat back into one of the lawn chairs, and she sat down at the end, by my feet.
"So, tell me about yourself." She said.
I laughed. It was kind of hard to see her in the dark, as my eyes hadn't adjusted, but it was a beautiful night. The stars were out, but there was no moon.
"How about we play a game?"
I could see her head cock to the side, "What sort of game?"
I grinned even though she couldn't see. "Well, for every question each of us asks, and every question we answer we have to take a drink."
She thought about it for a few moments before agreeing.
"Why did you move here?" I took a swallow.
"My mother got remarried." She took a swallow, "How long have you lived here?" She took another.
"Since freshman year," I drank from my bottle, "how old are you?" and another.
"Seventeen. How old are you?" She took two swallows.
"Seventeen. What's type of music do you listen to?"
The questions went on in this fashion for the whole of the next few bottles, until finally they were forgotten. We were learning a lot about each other, even through the haze from the alcohol. I hoped I would remember in the morning.
After a while we were falling onto each other, she giggling, and I chuckling.
"What do you mean, you've only ever had one boyfriend?" I laughed. I'm sure my words were slurred.
"I told you! He was an idiot anyway. I don't know why I ever went out with him."
I laughed again, and then stood, but as soon as I did I realized I was a lot worse off than I had thought I was.
"Ah…"I stumbled into the wall. "I've better get home."
She stood as well, and giggling leaned into me, "Here I'll help you stand. Should you be driving home?"
"I walked, my parents are out of town, so they won't know I came here anyhow."
Still giggling she replied, "That's great. Mind if I come over? Charlie's gone fishing and I don't know if I can find Alice."
I slung my arm around her and led her out the front and down the few blocks and short cut to my house, which was about half a mile away and surrounded by trees. The walk didn't seem to take that long, although we were stumbling into everything.
We made it to my room and stumbled to the bed. "You take the floor I'll have the bed." I slurred.
She slumped into me before I could flop onto the bed, "Don't be ridiculous."
Her mouth was just a few short inches away from my own. All I had to do was lean down just a little bit to kiss her. The blurred state of my mind thought it was an excellent idea, so I went for it.
Her hands came up around my shoulders and she moaned into my mouth.
The rest of the night was a blur of clothing being removed and skin. So much skin. Hers was smooth and soft, and warm. She tasted sweet and moist, like fruit. And the sounds she made.
I should have known then, that I would fall for her.
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