Chemistry Of Lust

CHAPTER 28

"Edward, can I ask you something?" I say taking a sip of my cranberry juice. He knows I don't like alcoholic drinks much that's why he got us both cranberry juices as he was also not in the mood to drink.

He smiles at me as he also takes a sip of his juice, "Sure anything."

I take a deep breath. Okay here goes nothing, "You have this bad boy persona created in the school which I also believed but now that I know you much more I don't think that's true. I know you have slept with few girls, more than others, but that doesn't make you bad." God please tell me that I am right.

Edward's face softens up a little at my concern and worry, "I guess you're right. I am not what or who people think of me as but they're not the one to blame here, I am." A sad smile spreads across his face. I can't look at him like this.

I make my way to him and push the table a little aside as it would be easier to move the table than the chair Edward's sitting on. I sit on his lap with both of my thighs (as my legs are folded by the knees) on either side of his legs. He places both of his hands on my bare thighs, as my dress rides up. We both look in each other's eyes and he moves one off his hand to tuck some strand of hair, falling on my face, back in place.

"Why? Why are you to blame? How's it your fault?" I ask caressing the light stubble on his face. I like it. "I know I've known you only about two weeks  or more but I know the school Edward's not the real one. This one is."

"You might be right. And this Edward is the reason why it's my fault. I have created this fake bad boy persona because I don't want people to play with this Edward and also with themselves because in this world softies like him, you and them are treated badly and played as they try to see good in everything, even the things which are the worst. That is why I have become the worst Edward I could be, thinking that people won't try to find good in me because I know they will end up hurt as even the best Edward has the ability to drive people away....but you still find good in me. That is the difference between us, even the best of me can hurt people but even when you're at your worst you won't hurt a single soul no matter what they have done. And so that people don't even dare to see the real me, I drive them away before causing them any real pain by being 'bad boy Edward' because I know that people don't mind being hurt by the bad ones as they kind off expect it but if they get hurt by the good ones, they end up crushed." Oh my God.... I am gonna cry. I just stare at Edward with wide eyes. I have no words, which makes Edward smile for some reason.

"I know that was too much to take in. I know I am a little complicated." He says making me laugh too.

"Just a little bit, yeah but you know you don't have to be "bad" as they say it. You can be yourself. You just need to learn to have a control over it so that people don't walk all over you. I mean look at me, I am goody two shoes but yesterday I smacked the shit out of Amelia." I explain confessing about what I did which makes Edward smirk and shocked at the same time.

"You did what?" he exclaims as both of his hands move to my ass making me blush.

"You heard it right. I smacked the shit out of her because she slut shamed me and called me 'whore' saying that I am only tutoring you because we are sleeping together. I can hear anything about myself except being slut shamed that too in the bathroom so, I did what I had to." I say casually shrugging.

"That's my girl." He kisses me claiming what's his, proudly, as his hands move all over my back and ass. My hands grabbing on his jacket as I thrust towards him back and forth. I can feel his excitement from outside his pants. He grabs my ass stopping me from rubbing against him. He tugs at my hair as he pulls apart.

"Don't start what you can't finish, baby girl." He says breathing heavily, suddenly as his eyes darken, replacing his earlier sweet voice with something lethal and dangerous.