Title- HighSchool (All Human)

Summary- In reality, we all know most of high school relationships, don't last. Why should Bella and Edward's be any different. Edward is a player, big time. Sure he's been Bella's boyfriend since ninth grade, but that doesn't mean that he hasn't been with other girls. What happens when a new girl, Rosalie Hale catches his eye?

Characters- All main Twilight characters, and then some.

Rating: NC-17/Mature. We all know how teenagers are.

Disclaimer: Nothing of Twilight is mine, unfortunately.

*THIS STORY FINALLY HAS A BETA, SHE IS EDITING EACH CHAPTER ONE BY ONE. BIG THANK-YOU TO:

*MillerElizabeth! *


Womanizer by Britney Spears

My Name is Edward Anthony Cullen. Seventeen years old and a junior at Forks High School, I am a typical teenage young man; Sex is constantly on my mind, and along with sex comes pretty girls – short skirts, tight shirts, the works. Easy access was always best.

If my sex drive wasn't as high as it is, everything in my life would be very bland. Being football captain has its perks, but then again, it's just a sport. School is a breeze - both of my parents are doctors, and being one of the most popular guys in school, I'm invited to parties every weekend. Shit-facing aside, what's a party without a little fooling around?

Softly, almost inaudibly, my girlfriend of three years, Bella, called my name, breaking my reminiscence. "Edward," she cooed, rubbing my arm lovingly. Two years ago, I stole her virtue, making her think that it was my first time as well. Unbeknownst to her, I'd already had sex with a senior named Victoria.

I found it strange that a senior would fix her eyes on someone as feeble as a new freshman. Of course, it helped that she was head cheerleader and I was quarterback, despite my age. James, the captain my freshman year, had swept her off her feet. However, it was fun fucking his girlfriend behind his back, as he hated my guts with a burning passion. Throughout my freshman year, we had sex numerous times and enjoyed in our little rendezvous', until it was time for her to leave for college.

"Yes baby?" I replied, trying to sound cute, though the mere thought of being that way made me cringe.

"I'm really confused on all this Shakespeare stuff," she said flatly, sliding her textbook over to me, wide open and ready for me to divulge.

Love was a concept that I wasn't too fond of, but, ironically, all this Shakespeare crap came easy to me and I understood it perfectly.

"...Love is not love. Which alters when it alteration finds, Or Bends with the remover to remove. O, no! It is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken. It is the star to every wandering bark, whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken."

After I finished reading the passage out loud, I was instantly shoved onto the floor and Bella ripped my shirt off like an animal. Poetry turned her on like nothing else, and that was how I got in her pants the very first time with her. During class, I'd written her a sappy love poem, full of fluff and corny shit, and it was almost impossible for her to keep her hands off of me when we got home.

Bella unbuckled my pants excitedly as I laid there, letting her do all the work. One of the perks of having a girlfriend – the sex was constant and, because she loved me – though I didn't necessarily love her – there was never a question of whether or not we should.

Knowing that constant sex was healthy, I reciprocated her yearning kiss accordingly, letting her know that I was really into it. Hugh Heffner – you're my idol.

"I love you," she whispered in my ear as she stroked my cock.

Every time she said shit like this, the mood was ruined. I know that she was just trying to make our endeavors more romantic and intimate, but frankly, it was killing my mood. When I had sex with other girls, I was never expected to say that I loved them, making my job much, much easier.

Then again, Bella didn't require me to use a condom so I put up with her words of love.

"I love you too," I lied through gritted teeth, acting like I was juts in the moment. For years I'd practiced this lie, and I was damn good at it. Not giving a fuck about anything but my sexual appetite was the greatest life anyone could ask for and my rein over all the women of Forks High was legendary.