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Chapter 1 Five Minutes to Midnight

Bella was in the passenger seat of my Volkswagen. Drunk. No, I don't think drunk's the right word. Let's try that again.

Bella was in the passenger seat of my Volkswagen. Smashed. Completely, totally, and utterly smashed. There. That's better.

I really hoped she wouldn't puke in my car. I couldn't roll the windows down anymore to give her some fresh air, because Bella like to stick her head out the window and sing loudly and obnoxiously. Bella had a beautiful voice. When she was sober. Drunk, not so much. Bella should never be allowed to listen to Lady Ga Ga ever again. Ever.

"Where are we going, Jake." Bella said through a fit of giggles.

"I'm taking you home. Hopefully Charlie won't be too mad." I knew Bella's father loved me and thought I was so much better for her than Edward. But I think Chief Swan may draw the line at underage drinking.

"No! I don't want to go home!" Jeez, five-years-old much?

"Bella, it's five minutes to midnight."

"Precisely!" If Bella wasn't so cute, she would be an annoying drunk. "The night's still young. Let's have a party of our own." She punched my arm. It didn't hurt one bit.

"You need to go home and sleep. And have a few cups of coffee."

"Eww! Jake, you know I hate that stuff." she screeched.

Bella then unbuckled her seat belt, stood up, and hit her head loudly off the ceiling of my car. Then she fell victim to another set of laughs and attempted to crawl into the back seat.

"Bella, what are you doing?" Did she want me to crash?

"I want to see the view from back here, Mr. Partypooper!" She stuck her tongue out at me and pouted.

I laughed. "Okay, Princess. You win. Where do you want to go?" I just couldn't say no to this girl.

"Are there any other bonfires tonight.?" She asked sticking her head between the two front seats.

"No, now sit down and buckle up."

"Okay officer." She said saluting me. "Why don't we go to your place, then?" And sleep in my bed. Together.

"For what?"

"Our party, silly." I like parties. Any party that included a drunk Bella in my house at night sounded okay to me. "Jeez, do you have short term memory loss or what? Oh, I know! I'll call you Dory from now on."

"You're naming me after a fish? A girl fish, by the way."

"I think you'd make a cute fish." Bella said giggling. "Home Jeeves!"

"Anything you say, sweetie."

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Bella didn't even make it to my front door. She passed out right as I was pulling into the driveway. I had to carry her inside but I wasn't complaining. I laid her down on my bed before pulling her shoes off. It's very uncomfortable to sleep with your shoes on, you know. It's also very uncomfortable to sleep with your jeans on . . . I kept them on, don't worry. Have a little more faith in me. I was tempted, but I fought against me teenage hormones.

Edward would be angry at me enough. For taking Bella to a bonfire. For letting her get drunk. For not calling him or Charlie. For not taking her home. For letting her sleep in my bed, in my house. Just me. And her. Alone. Without him. But that was the plan, wasn't it? To make Edward go green with jealousy. To show Bella how much better I am. To finally be with her, hold her, kiss her, the way she deserved.

Why had Edward come back anyway? No, you know what? Better yet, why did Bella take him back? He just up and leaves for no good reason, breaks Bella's heart, gets her hooked on drugs, makes her intentionally hurt herself, comes back, and steals her right out from under my nose! How did he do it?

I really like Bella. No, I mean really like. Maybe even love her. But she belongs to someone else. I wish she could see that I'm so much better for her, so much healthier. I would never, ever, hurt Bella. We had practically grown up together. I had made this girl mud pies for God's sake! Mud pies that she thoroughly enjoyed by the way.

But she wanted him. Edward Cullen. Some jerk who broke her heart. And he'll do it again. Once a leaver, always a leaver. Bella should be mine. I had helped her through the toughest time in her life. I scraped her out from under a motorcycle on the side of the road. I was her friend, her best friend, and I hadn't left her high and dry.

Yeah, Bella should be mine. And she would be. I just had to follow the plan.

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