No Angel

"Hell is a teenage girl."

Phase I

1.

hey girl, hey girl
we can make it easy if we lift each other

From the cold, metal bleachers, Leah Clearwater stared at Rosalie Hale. The blonde looked like a dream with her voluminous hair, glossy lips, flawless pale skin, soft curves, and her navy-blue cheer uniform. Rosalie was easily the prettiest cheerleader that Forks High School had right now—and possibly ever, if they were being completely fucking honest—and she was Leah's best friend.

Rows down on the track, the cheerleading team finished their stunt, and the girls were jumping around, pumping up the crowd underneath the Friday night lights. Rosalie caught Leah's gaze and promptly waved, a glint in her baby blue eyes. Leah smiled and waved back.

Jacob Black gave Leah a nudge. "Chill the fuck out, Lee," he said.

Leah narrowed her eyes at him and nudged him back. "I am chill," she replied. "And what's your problem?"

"You're such a lesbian for Rosalie," he said.

Leah rolled her eyes. "Don't get so wrapped up in your hyper-masculine shit," she told him. "She's my best friend."

And Rosalie really was her best friend. Even better, Leah was Rosalie's best friend, too.

"I still don't know why," Jacob admitted, and he had known the girls for a long time. Then again, to Leah, he didn't know anything. He was a guy, and not really a smart one. She had a crush on him and she was still allowed to admit that.

"I feel like I already told you this," Leah said turning to him, "but you know how my brother has bad asthma?"

Who could forget Seth and his best friend, his inhaler? Jacob nodded.

"Well, it used to be worse," she replied. "Way worse. In fifth grade, Edward Cullen made fun of him for his asthma and Rosalie helped me jump him."

"That sounds like Rosalie," Jacob agreed. "That doesn't sound like Edward, though. He doesn't look like he'd bully someone."

"Yeah, he looks like he'd shoot up a school over a math test, though."

Jacob laughed a little too hard. "You're fucked up," he said. "I don't see how you stand her, though. Rose is such a bitch."

Leah shrugged, her eyes back on Rosalie. "She's a bitch, I'm a bitch," she said. "We're Scorpio and Aries."

"Okay, and?"

"We're two sides of the same coin or whatever. We get along. And, anyway, she's real."

Rosalie was truly a real friend to Leah, and she had never switched up on her. Back in fifth grade, when they had both been sort of ugly, Rose had Leah's back. Leah had glowed up a bit during puberty, but Rose had glowed up a lot of bit, and way faster. She was hot—like Topanga from Boy Meets World if Topanga could throw hands. When Rose had joined cheer sophomore year, which was two years ago, she had managed to get even hotter. But she had remained as real as ever to Leah, and Leah loved that the most about her. Even when Rosalie made her feel unimportant sometimes, she remembered that they were true friends. Real friends. Rosalie was especially picky with who her friends were, and Leah felt lucky for that.

The Spartans—Forks High's mascot—scored, and despite being twelve points behind the Montesano Bulldogs, the entirety of the packed bleachers cheered. Leah and Jacob cheered, too, their hot breaths making clouds against the frigid November air. Even though Leah couldn't feel her face, it was her favorite time of the year. And even though the football team was losing, she felt like she was winning.

The Spartans ended up losing the home game, which was nothing new. Jacob and Leah waited for Rosalie by the gates to the parking lot, and she was one of the last to leave. From a distance, they watched her give the quarterback, Emmett Cullen, a quick kiss and a swift grab of the dick. She was fearless like that. Emmett was Rosalie's current boy toy, and it was long overdue. They were the typical couple, even if she kept saying they were nothing serious.

"Hey, Lee," she said, approaching her and Jake.

"You did a good job out there," Leah told her.

She wasn't even surprised. "I know, right?"

"Why did I even ask?"

Rose smiled devilishly. The three of them started to walk back to Jacob's car. "Did you enjoy the show, Jake?" she asked him. Her voice was naturally flirtatious (it was part of her charm), but Leah always got the implication that she was flirting with Jacob. It made her uneasy.

Over the latest summer, Jacob had built his car—a Volkswagen Rabbit—by himself out of a bunch of parts, which had made him all the more useful, especially to Leah, who always found herself wondering why she and Jacob were even friends besides the fact that they had known each other since the dawn of time.

Leah just couldn't fucking believe she was a third wheel to people that she had introduced to each other. Even though Jacob thought Rose was a bitch, he still let her ride shotgun when the three of them were together, and he flirted back. But Leah wasn't going to say anything because she liked having friends, even if they were kind of fake and she had a stupid crush on Jacob.

Rosalie, unlike Leah and Jacob, lived in Forks. She had a decent-sized house with her decent family, which consisted of her parents and her twin brother, Jasper Hale. Jasper was kind of weird like Edward, but not the school shooter type. At least, not yet.

"Ugh," Rosalie groaned as they approached her driveway. "Jazz took the car and my parents aren't even home."

"I thought that was a good thing," Leah said.

"No, that just means my fuckass of a brother is hanging out with Edward and Bella. Again."

"Ew."

"I swear to God they're trying to make Forks the next Columbine, as if this dinky, boring town isn't bad enough."

Leah agreed that Edward Cullen and Bella Swan were kind of weird (and overly touchy in public), but she wouldn't say all that. Then again, Rosalie didn't have a filter. That was why they were friends. It was just that Leah was a little bit nicer, and Rosalie was really good—almost too good—at making a punk bitch out of her when they were together.

"Do you need me to spend the night?" Leah asked as Jacob parked in the empty driveway.

"I didn't say that," Rosalie replied curly. "I'm gonna have Emmett come over."

"But he's not your boyfriend, right?" Leah challenged, her voice sharp.

Rosalie turned to look at Leah with a mischievous smile. "He's my little side thing."

"I mean, whatever."

"His dick game is crazy, too," Rose gushed. "White boys are evolving."

Jacob groaned, and the girls laughed. Rosalie got out of the car and patted down her cheer jacket pockets. "Don't tell me I left my fucking phone at school," she said.

"Wait, you told me to hold it for you during the game," Leah said, reaching into her own pocket. "Almost forgot." She got out of the car and handed Rosalie her cell phone. Then she got back into the passenger seat.

Rosalie went into her house, and Leah and Jacob headed out to La Push.

The Quileute reservation wasn't super far from Forks, but it was certainly out of the way. The teenagers of La Push were supposed to attend Forks High, but most of them didn't. In fact, Leah, Jacob, Embry Call, and Kim Connweller (another cheerleader) were the only ones. The white kids over in Forks had a running gag that a Quileute Indian dropped out of school every minute. But they were just assholes.

Only a couple of the kids that Jacob and Leah had grown up with had actually dropped out. One of the most recent was Quil Ateara, Jacob's best friend. Quil had been in love with Rosalie, and she'd never given him the time of day. He hadn't gotten anyone pregnant or even gotten locked up; he'd dropped out to pursue his rap career after getting a couple thousand hits on SoundCloud and getting full of himself. Leah thought it was all really funny in a really sad way.

Jacob played Quil's music on his CD player now, and Leah knew he and Quil weren't real friends at all. The kid wasn't even that talented.

"If you were a real friend," she told Jacob, "you'd convince your boy Quil to go back to school."

"His music's not even that bad," he said. "You're just a hater. Delinquent V is off the chain."

"Delinquent V is just as trash of a name for a trash artist."

"He's good live," Jacob told her. "Swear to God. And not everyone's good at school. You know that."

Leah knew that very well. Her brother, Seth, was the most recent Quileute youth to drop out. He was sixteen, and he'd been damn good at school, but since their father, Harry, had passed away last July, money had been tight around the house. Sue's paychecks—even though she worked at the hospital just about all the time—weren't cutting it alone. Seth delivered pizzas now, and while he was smart, he didn't still miss high school. Leah felt guilty for not having a job, but she had worked too hard to drop out now. She was a senior, and she was going to fucking finish.

So not everyone was good at school. The white kids from Forks knew that. The Quileutes knew that. The Quileutes also knew what those kids thought of the rez, and they didn't think very highly of it. That didn't stop them from coming out to the parties every now and then, though. It was just part of the thrill. It was all fun for them because they had nothing to lose.

The rest of the car ride was silent, except for Quil's voice coming from the CD player.

Jacob finally pulled up to Leah's house, and they sat still in the driveway for a while. They had more tension like this more often than not these days. Maybe he was picking up on her little crush on him. She hoped so. But her crush didn't mean anything if he made her feel invisible when Rose was around.

"What's up, Lee?" he asked, cutting the engine.

She undid her seatbelt and leaned forward, against the dashboard. She peered at him. "Do you like Rose?"

"She's a bitch," he said.

"I know. That's the only word you use to describe her. Like, ever."

"What do you mean?" he asked her.

"Do you have a thing for her?" she clarified.

"Doesn't everyone?"

"Alright. Cool." Fucker. She began to get out of the car, but he leaned over and shut the door.

"Wait," he said.

She was already over it. "What?"

"I didn't mean that."

Okay, maybe I'm not over it, she thought.

"I don't like her like that," he said.

"Deadass?"

"Deadass. She's… she's something else."

"Okay."

"Are you alright?"

Leah nodded. "I'll see you Monday." She began to get out of the car again.

"Wait, Lee, c'mere," he said.

She turned around yet again. "Yeah?"

Then he leaned in and kissed her. Jacob Black, who she'd known since they'd been little kids, finally kissed her. It wasn't her first kiss, and it wasn't his, either, but it was different for them.

When it was over, Leah opened her eyes and smiled. "Maybe I'll see you before Monday," she whispered.

He smiled back. "Okay," he whispered back.

Leah finally got out of the car and entered her house. She could feel her face. She could feel her own smile. She could feel everything.

A/N: So guess what guys? I'm a damn liar. (Also, I'm gonna get a little personal.)

When I finished up my baby Static a month and a half ago, I swore off Twilight fanfiction. I was like, "I'm gonna move on from this mostly dead fandom and do something else." So I did something else. I spent more time on myself and focused on school and was messing with this guy, but I got my heart shattered into a trillion fucking pieces and quite frankly, I didn't know what to do with myself in order to make me happy. I decided to start another fic to keep myself distracted. I feel like a fraud because I thought I was taking a giant step in quitting fanfiction, but it's home. It's still home.

So then came No Angel. It's a bit different than the other things I've written, especially in recent times. Here's the rundown:

-It's basically the movie Jennifer's Body (the 2009 one, starring Megan Fox and Amanda Seyfried) but with Twilight characters and a couple minor adjustments. So it's super unoriginal but it's all for fun.

-It's going to be short. I don't know how short (I wanna say under 10 chapters), but it's definitely going to be a small thing of a project.

-Rated M for language, violence, and some sexual situations.

-The main characters are Leah, Rosalie, and Jacob, but mostly Leah and Rosalie.

-It's an all-human high school AU... BUT it's basically a horror movie with a demonic possession. I was trying to work through this and incorporate vampires and werewolves, but it wasn't working out. So it's just all human but definitely not realistic.

-For clarity, the Cullens (Edward, Emmett, and Alice) are related, but the Hales (Jasper and Rosalie) are not at all related to them. So they're two separate families.

-This is not for Edward x Bella fans, lmao.

-This IS, however, for my girl SeDona, who convinced me to start writing again.

-Don't take it that seriously. I certainly don't.

Those are the basics of this story. If you have any questions, let me know and show me some love in the reviews.

Thank you,

HS