Text Size Large SizeMedium SizeSmall Size    Color Scheme Black SchemeWhite SchemeGrey SchemePaper Scheme        

Tainted Innocence

Summary:
Bella Swan and her best friend Jasper Whitlock are the poster children for juvenile deliquency. Parties, booze, and sex are the centers of their comfortable little world. But all will change with the arrival of a certain bronze-haired, brooding teenager. AU/AH/OOC.


Notes:
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. That brilliant stuff belongs to the one and only Stephenie Meyer. I just borrow her characters.


1. Chapter 1

Rating 5/5   Word Count 626   Review this Chapter

Emmett McCarty sure knew how to throw one hell of a party.

My partner in crime, the wonderfully amazing Jasper Whitlock, was at my side, running his hands through his unkempt, dirty hair, swaying his body in time with the pumping music that was blaring through the oversized speakers. He had a knowing smirk on his face—a smirk that never leaves his face, to be precise. His eyes were scoping the room, sizing the girls up to find one that met his standards.

Jasper Whitlock standards include: a freshly trimmed vagina. And that’s it.

Someone must have caught his eye, because he gave me a nod, and he was out of sight in a millisecond. I didn’t mind being left alone. I wasn’t the type of girl to cock-block my best friend of since I could remember. It just didn’t seem right.

So I let Jasper go on his way to fuck the vapid, brainless skank of the night. It was nothing new. The absolute usual. So, as I watched Jasper retreat, I decided to follow in his footsteps. I scoped the room like Jasper had, but Lady Luck seemed to have it out for me. No one caught my eye. I mean, sure, there were plenty of fuckable guys roaming around the place, but I couldn’t picture myself riding on top of them, screaming a name that I wouldn’t remember in the morning.

Oh well. Maybe another time. Instead of letting a drunk, sweaty quarterback pile-drive me, I decided it was fitting to down another pint of vodka and dance until my legs fell off. It shouldn’t take too long; I couldn’t feel them, anyway.

I thrashed around the makeshift dance floor, making sure that I gyrated my hips and ass all over every good looking guy I saw. I noticed Jessica Stanley and Angela Weber in the corner, their heads together, whispering, while their eyes darted around the room hastily.

Yes, Jessica, I did just feel your boyfriends cock on my ass, thank you very fucking much. Deal with it.

And the rest of the night went by in a hazy, drunken blur. I knew what my limit on straight vodka was, but tonight I decided to get a little crazy. I drank. And drank, and drank, and drank. And then things went fuzzy—and then they went black.

“Bella?”

Shut up.

“Wake the hell up.”

Go fuck yourself.

“We’re going to be late.”

I don’t fucking care.

“You have a Calculus final today.”

Shit.

“I’m awake,” I groaned. My voice sounded like I’d been chain-smoking for my entire life. I cleared my throat and scratched my head. My fucking head. It was pounding so hard that I couldn’t bring myself to open my eyes.

“Good. That’s one step. Now you actually have to get out of bed,” Jasper said, prying at my arms which I had wrapped securely around my throbbing head. Hangovers are a bitch.

I slapped Jasper’s hand away and sat up in bed. I was glad Forks was always rainy. My head would have surely exploded if I had been exposed to sunlight. I yawned and stretched. My muscles felt like they were made of wood, it took all of my strength to swing my legs off of the bed.

I hung my head low and looked at my legs. They were bare. Jasper must have taken my pants off while I was passed out. With any other guy, I would have felt particularly violated, but I knew Jasper did it out of love.

“Thanks,” I said, gesturing half-heartedly to my bare legs.

“No problem,” he drawled. “You’ve got about twenty minutes before we’re tardy, so get your shit together quick.”

And here we go again...another mind-numbing day at Forks High.