Raw & Rosy.pdf

Raw & Rosy

by tuesdaymidnight

Chapter 1 Ï p. 3

Chapter 2 Ï p. 11

Chapter 3 Ï p. 24

Chapter 4 Ï p. 36

Chapter 5 Ï p. 48

Chapter 6 Ï p. 60

Chapter 7 Ï p. 73

Chapter 8 Ï p. 85

Chapter 9 Ï p. 97

Chapter 10 Ï p. 113

Chapter 11 Ï p. 125

Chapter 12 Ï p. 136

Chapter 13 Ï p. 152

Chapter 14 Ï p. 166

Chapter 15 Ï p. 182

Chapter 16 Ï p. 196

Chapter 17 Ï p. 209

Chapter 18 Ï p. 225

Epilogue Ï p. 242

Chapter 1

JPOV

I hated Edward Cullen.

I hated him with a passion.

I hated the way he smiled that obnoxious crooked half smile. I hated the way the other guys at school

tried to get their hair to stay up the way his so casually did. I hated the way all the girls at Forks High

soaked their panties every time he walked by. I hated hearing my sister swoon about him ever since

the first day he showed up in Forks. I hated the way he was so aloof and basically a dick to everyone,

but somehow had everyone eating out of the palm of his hand. I hated that I was no longer big man

on campus.

All perfectly logical reasons as to why, after lunch, I had him pinned to the floor in the hallway in

front of Mr. Banner's classroom, punching him in the ribs as he struggled against me. He had gotten a

few good blows in before I had him trapped. But, now I had my hand on his jaw, holding his head

down, about ready to use my other to get him square in his precious face.

"You like that don't you," I sneered. "You like it when I put you in your place."

"Hale! Cullen!" I heard the vice principal's voice calling down the hallway, and the clicking of his

wingtips on the tile as he approached.

Shit.

"What is the meaning of this? You're both seniors! I expect you to act like adults! What is it going to

take to get the two of you to stop fighting? Every week I'm pulling the two of you apart!" His face

was red and angry, so I immediately broke in with as soothing a voice as possible.

"We were just horsing around," I pleaded.

"Yeah," Cullen's immediate agreement shocked me. "Just messing around."

"We're good," I nodded. "Really, it won't happen again."

I scrambled up and reached out my hand to grab Cullen's. He hesitated, but played along and let me

pull him up.

"See?" I said to the vice principal. "It's all good. Right, Eddie?" Without really thinking about it, I gave

Cullen a quick slap on the ass, as if we had just been wrestling for sport, and not because I actually

wanted to bash his perfect face into the lockers.

The vice principal and I both looked to Cullen for a response, but it was not what I had expected.

At all.

Cullen's reaction was unmistakable. His body tensed and his face turned a rosy color, but it was his

expression that was the most revealing.

He was aroused.

My mouth gaped open a little, and I barely heard what the vice principal said to us. It was something

about us not letting it happen again. If we want to roughhouse, we should do it off school property,

and blah blah blah. I tried to nod in the right places, but I kept glancing over in Cullen's direction.

His shoulders were slumped down, and it was obvious that he was trying to conceal his groin. I

sneaked a glance, and I did not miss the unmistakable bulge that was impossible to hide in his

ridiculous skinny jeans that basically clung to his body.

I tried to catch his eye, to let him know that I knew, but he kept his eyes trained away from me. I

knew he could feel my eyes on him, though, because his blush continued to deepen.

Interesting.

I was absolutely worthless for the rest of the day. My mind kept turning over the strange chain of

events that had taken place. I wasn't sure why I cared, but I was starting to become obsessed with

the idea of Cullen getting off on our altercation. Was it the fighting itself? Sure, occasionally I might

have gotten a little excited when in the middle of one of our countless fights, but I was a teenage guy

and it was due to all the adrenaline. I had certainly never been straining against my jeans the way

Cullen had been. But, if he had been hard when I had him pinned down, surely I would have noticed

it, right?

No, it was when I gave him the slightly-harder-than-friendly pat on his ass that he reacted so

strangely.

Then, I finally realized it.

Edward Cullen liked to be spanked.

Oh, this was too good to pass up.

I thought about all the ways I could use this to exploit my nemesis. I could make t-shirts that said, "I

Spanked Edward Cullen," or, better yet, try to slowly drive him insane by giving him a pat on the ass

every time I saw him.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat in study hall.

Fuck.

Was the thought of spanking Edward Cullen getting me hard? I let my mind drift a little, away from

thoughts of Cullen, and my hard on resided. Then, I heard the door creak open and my head turned.

Into the room walking my rival himself, carrying a note for the study hall teacher. I studied him

surreptitiously as he walked to the front of the room. I watched as the muscles in his rear end tensed

as relaxed with each step. I thought about what it would be like to see it unclothed, to be able to put

my hands on it, to give it a rough slap while Cullen writhed beneath me.

Yep, my boner had returned with full force.

After school got out, I waited around in the hallway where his locker was. My eyes were honed in on

him as he pulled books out of his locker and shoved them into his bag. It was when he started toward

the door that I made my move.

"Cullen," I called.

He kept his head down and kept walking.

"Edward," I called again, trying his first name.

He was visibly startled but picked up the pace. I jogged after him. He was fast, but I was faster. I

caught up to him just as he reached his car - a stupid, shiny Volvo.

Before he could reach the door handle, I used my weight to press his body up against the car,

effectively trapping him against me. I could hear his heart racing.

"Hale," he hissed. "What the fuck do you want?"

"I want to know what happened today."

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean."

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