Good afternoon, ladies!
If there’s anything in a fic that’s guaranteed to grab my attention, it’s a BAD BOY!
You know the kind I mean…all the girls WANT him, all the boys want to BE him, and he knows it LMAO!
The summary pretty much gives the whole plot away but that’s OK…the devil is in the details LOL!
“You really don’t know who I am?” It sounded like he was talking more to himself than to me so I didn’t answer. He was staring off intently, lips parted.
“You’re not my boyfriend are you?”Nice, Swan! The words tumbled out before I could stop them. My eyes widened as his gaze fell upon me again, but I couldn’t seem to stop. “Rosalie never said anything about a boyfriend… and I’m sure she would have…” This time I was the one laughed uneasily. “I mean something like that is a pretty big detail to leave out…but you called me Bellarina and that sounds like a term of endearment sooo…unless of course we broke up. Are we exes? No that can’t be it… you’d probably avoid me if that were true…”
“Well at least now I know you’re not faking. You always were a shit actress.” I couldn’t be offended. I was. He must know me fairly well. “You’re uh… right though,” he finally said. “We’re not dating, but we’re also not exes.”
“Oh. Okay… friends then?” I tried.
He opened his mouth only to close it a few times in hesitation. He visibly relaxed as a slow grin crept its way onto his face. His perfect smile almost swept away my train of thought completely, but I somehow managed to remain focused on the current goal: Figuring out who this gorgeous guy was.
When he looked at me again, his eyes held something I couldn’t quite understand. He took a single step forward and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, instantly invading all of my senses with that single touch and his close proximity. And trust me when I tell you, he was close. Whatever body-wash he used was threatening my focus almost as much as his smile had.
He leaned into my ear and spoke quietly.
“We’re a little more than friends.”
Uh oh! I can see the wheels turnin’ in Edward’s gorgeous head…that boy is definitely up to no good!
Give it a shot and leave her some love…it’s CH’s first and only fic, so far.
And just because youz all my homies, I went’n found another Bad Boy Edward to round out today’s post and it’s COMPLETE!
Rated: Fiction M – English – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 16 – Words: 53,981 – Reviews: 1,497 – Favs: 2,087 – Follows: 897 – Updated: Jan 26, 2010 – Published: Oct 16, 2009 – Status: Complete – id: 5445513
These are the fateful words that got me hooked:
I hate Edward Cullen. I absolutely loathe and despise him.
I hate the way he talks. He’s pretentious. He talks down to people, and makes them feel like they’re somehow unworthy of being in his presence.
I hate the way he walks. He has a swagger that makes the girls swoon, but not me.
To me he just looks like he’s seen a few too many bad music videos, and is attempting to walk like a pimped up celebrity… and failing.
I hate the way he smells. His scent lingers, and all it does is remind you that he was just there, invading your space with his massive ego. He smells like sex and bar soap, a combination that he knows makes it look like he doesn’t try too hard. He’s just ‘got it’. Please.
I hate his completely untouchable confidence, and the fact that even though he knows I loathe him with such intensity, he’s completely unfazed. It doesn’t make one ounce of difference to him what people think of him. I really hate that.
So if you were to ask me- seeing as I hate Edward Cullen with such vigour-why I spent earlier tonight scaling the tree outside his bedroom with every intention of fucking him until he was begging for release, well… I suppose I’d just have to tell you the truth.
I fucking hate Edward Cullen, and that’s what makes fucking him so damn good.
What makes it even better, is that he really hates me too.
You can all thank me after you’ve read it ROTFLMAO!
Happy Friday, y’all!