Hiya guys! Here is the new story I was telling you about, I was going to wait untill Brand New Eyes had finished but this one was keeping me awake so I decided to write it.

Please let me know what you think of it?

Thank you to my awesome beta Magenta, and to Black Hale for reading this and giving me advice and spurring me on! You girls rock!

I don't own Twilight but I do own a heap of Twilight stuff!

Chapter 1 - A woman Scorned.

I've never really been a typical 'girly girl'. I never played with Barbies or went to ballet, I was more than happy to be one of the guys and play football, the word dress was not in my vocabulary and I didn't own anything remotely feminine.

When I got older and started high school I started skating and doing everything the guys did, my dad used to say I should have been a boy. I was comfier wearing baggy jeans, a band t shirt with my dcs hanging off my feet.

I was about as feminine as hulk hogan was... which is not very much.

I remember when I first started developing breasts at 13, I was horrified. I would hold them bad boys down as best as I could!

It wasn't that I didn't want to be a girl, I'm not one of them girls that thinks I was born in the wrong body, I like boys, I just preffered to hang out with them and dress like them. And how was I meant to skate with my boobs flying all over the place throwing me off balance. No, I liked being one of the guys, they were less bitchy than my sister and her bunch of prima ballerina barbie clones.

Ahh my sister Rosalie. Where do I begin with her?

We were about as opposite as we could possibly get, she was tall leggy, blonde (dyed of course), had blue eyes like my father had the perfect complexion, wore the most hideous girlie outfits, she was head cheerleader and had all the guys fawning all over her.

Where as I was shorter, had dark hair, dark eyes, couldn't give a shit about my complexion and the only time guys were all over me was when I had managed to pull off a 360 Ollie on my skateboard without breaking a bone.

While she went to parties to make out with boys I was daring them to beer drinking contests. We were polar opposites and she never failed to let me know how much of an embarrassment I was to her and her friends. Yeah tell someone who actually gives a shit!

She was such a bitch, always sneering and whinging at someone, people were terrified of her and her band of merry skanks but I just rolled my eyes at them, they were not threatening in the slightest, I had seen them with out make up and believe me it was not a pretty site! Plus I could pack a punch so they knew not to mess with me.

Rose was 11 months older than me but she acted so much younger. We barely spoke to each other, only when we had to which was not very often. I kept out of her way and she kept out of mine.

I remember I came home one night after a party when I was about 17 and puked in her shoe cupboard and we got into a full on bitch fight, hair pulling, scratching, biting the lot... of course when Rose started doing that I punched her so hard in the face that she bounced on her arse and since then she had not done anything major to piss me off. I never understood why girls pulled hair? If your gonna fight at least do it properly like!

I'm not a violent person but I'm not a pushover either, so when she starts throwing her weight around I do too.

I was glad not to be a part of her little popular group, they were superficial, shallow and ugly on the inside.

I was happy, my best friends Mike, Jacob, Sam and Quill were all I needed.

When I was 15 though I started seeing Jake differently, he had made out with some freshman behind the gym during 4th period and I got so incredibly mad about it, I then realised I had a little crush on him, I told Mike who found it absolutely hilarious that I was acting like a girl but once I threatened to wrap my skateboard round his head he soon shut up.

Not that I ever would do that... I loved my board far too much to damage it on that fool's big head!

Jake was about 5ft 11, tanned and very muscular which was probably because he was always on his bmx or skating. He had short black hair and dark brown almost black eyes. He was gorgeous and in my opinion no one came close to being as good looking as him.

I remember getting drunk one night on cheap beer when I was about 17 and confessing to him that I liked him. I had suffered in silence for 2 years, watching girl after girl break his heart cos he was far too nice.

He was the kinda guy that would do anything for anyone and usually ended up getting taken advantage of and it made my blood boil that he didn't see it.

He had taken me home that night and rubbed my back as I puked all over his feet after admitting I was in love with him. There was definitely a common theme going on here with Mikes parties, beer and me throwing up.. I should really stop going out.

He was so shocked that he said nothing, I knew he didn't feel the same but I already had a plan to blame it on the alcohol and 'pretend' to forget all about it in the morning and never mention it again no matter how hard it was, I was one of the guys, I didn't get crushes.

So imagine my surprise when the next morning I woke in Jake's arms, he finally admitted he liked me too and I was over the moon.

We started seeing each other and I was the happiest I had ever been, my parents were over the moon, especially my dad who was best friends with Jake's father Billy.

They were already planning the wedding in their head. I was like whoaa now hold on like! I was not the long white dress and a fist full of flowers kinda girl, There was no wedding in my near future.

We eventually graduated high school and I went to the University of Washington to study law, my dad was so pleased by this as he wanted me to follow in his legal footsteps.. He was cheif of police in Forks but he wanted me to become a lawyer, I didn't really want to do it but it was an intersting subject and I wanted to make him proud so I followed the plan and off I went.

Jake attended the University of Seattle to study mechanical engineering.. Yeah boring I know!

Rose being the girlie girl she was also attended the university of Washington to do a degree in dance which interested me about as much as Jakes degree.

For the first year everything went amazingly, me and Rose actually started spending more time together, She had taken a year out to travel around Europe and after 6 months she came home . She had matured so much and was not the superficial bitch she once was.

We started College at the same time and lived just down the hall from each other. It was wierd actually, I had spent so much of my life hating her very existence and now I couldn't imagine life here without her.

I had stopped skating as much as I really didn't have the time nor anyone to skate with, my studying was demanding but I loved it, as much as I really did not want to be a lawyer I loved the subject.

I was still unsure what I wanted to do with my life, everyone around me seemed to know what they wanted to do but I was clueless. Me and Jake saw each other all the time, he seemed to love college life and was settling into things so well, he was really anxious about being away from me but we made it work.

In my second year I had a new room mate, Alice. She was a tiny bundle of energy that was way too happy in the mornings but she was awesome, Rose and her hit it off straight away talking about clothes and the latest gucci whatever on the market. I still wasn't interested in clothes or fashion even though they did everything they could to play dress up Bella and usually after days of nagging I gave in and let them make me over on the condition that they left me alone afterwards.

Jake had finally proposed to me in our third year of college on Valentines day. I was absolutely stunned and said yes, it was so out of the blue that I shocked into silence which is completely rare for me.

We had been together for a long time so naturally this was the next step for us but I just could not see myself getting married, having kids and settling down.... despite my love for him I just couldn't see it. Things would probably change when I finished college and we grew up though right?

I talked to the girls about my reservations and they said it was natural to be slightly apprehensive.

I was meant to meet Jake one Friday afternoon in March, we were going for dinner and a movie but he called me to say he wasn't feeling well so being the nice loving fiance I was I headed over to his dorm to take him some soup and maybe watch a movie there until he felt better.

I climbed in my old red truck that my dad had gotten me for my 16th birthday and headed over there to surprise him, I had tried calling him but he wasn't picking up so I assumed he was sleeping and headed over there anyway.

I knocked on his door but no one answered, I could hear muffled noises so I knew someone was in there, I pushed open the door and dropped the container of soup splattering it all over the wall, door and floor. Jake was in bed with some skank blonde bouncing up and down on top of him.

He was moaning and had his head thrown back, she had her filthy fake nails all over my mans chest, I wanted nothing more than to go over and grip her by the hair and fling her across the room but I was rooted to the spot, I just stood there staring unable to tear my eyes away from them.

Jake finally realised I was in the room and was horrified, he threw her off him and jumped up, he grabbed a towel and flew towards me, I just spun on my heel and marched down the hall with a half naked Jake coming after me.

People had appeared in the hallway to see what all the commotion was, I didn't cry and I didn't shout. I stopped and turned to face him, pulled my arm back and punched the son of a bitch so hard in the face I heard bone crunching.

I stormed off and headed back to my dorm, packed some stuff and high tailed it back to my dads in Forks.

I still hadn't cried, I was so fuckin angry that I wanted to murder someone, I wasn't one to cry normally, I hadn't cried in years and even now despite how angry I was I still couldn't do it. My mother always said men weren't worth my tears and she was so right.

I got to my dads but he was out, probably fishing or working or whatever.

I sat there fuming watching the football, usually I loved football but I couldn't see anything other than that hot blonde with MY boyfriend.

Rose eventually called the house phone looking for me, I had shut my cell phone off so no one could contact me. No one being Jake. I had totally forgotten to tell Rose and Alice where I was, they were probably frantic with worry.

She said that Jake had been there looking for me and knew something was wrong as he was sporting a cracking black eye.

I told her what had happened and she went mental, she was about to go over there and beat his brains out but I convinced her I didn't want that and that he had already had a smack so he didn't need to do anything else.

I told her I would be back in a few days and that I just needed some time out. I fell asleep that night and dreamt of Jake and the blonde.

I woke in the morning after an extremely restless night and got in the shower, I still hadn't allowed myself to cry, I was stronger than crying over a bloke that had screwed me over!

The thing that I was most annoyed at was that I hadn't even seen this coming, there were no signs, nothing out of the ordinary so I was just dumb founded.

How could I have been so blind and stupid? I didn't get it, we were happy and it wasn't like he had no sex, we were at it like rabbits when ever we saw each other! Fuck him, and fuck her and not in the sexual way!

My dad was home when I finally came down on Saturday morning and knew something had happened when he saw my truck outside, but I just said I wanted a break and needed to clear my head. He didn't believe me, I could see that, but my dad was the kinda person that didn't push, he knew I would talk to him when I was ready. I was grateful for that.

On sunday after spending all Saturday with my dad watching football and eating Pizza I finally confessed what had happened. He was angry but was adamant that things would sort themselves out, he believed Jake acted stupidly but still believed that he loved me. Yeah if only I could believe that.

What I just couldn't understand was why the fuck would he propose to me and less than a month later cheat on me? What the fuck was that all about?

That afternoon I packed up my stuff and threw my bag in the truck, I needed to get back to school and didn't wanna be travelling back to Seattle in the dark.I got lost a lot so driving in the dark was not a good idea for me.

I was just about to say goodbye to my dad when Jake's car pulled up and blocked me in. I could hear the damn thing a mile away, he had one of those huge arsed exhaust pipes that let the world know he was in the area. I hated it, It was loud and annoying.

'Ugh' I said out loud as he got out of the car.

'Bells, just please talk to me babe, I'm so so sorry' He said with his huge puppy dog eyes.

I might have fallen for that once but not now.

My dad told me he had to go to work, kissed me good bye and told Jake to sort his shit out and left. I told him I would call at the station before I left to see him. I think he just felt awkward witnessing this so he had made an excuse and left.

'Jake, leave me alone' I hissed.'And do not fucking call me babe'

'No, not until you talk to me' He begged.

'I'm done talking to you, we. are. OVER' I over pronouced the last few words just in case he didn't realise what I was getting at.

I was not about to be walked all over by him, I was not weak.

I got into my truck and told him to move his car or I would reverse into it, the look on his face was priceless. His souped up little boy racing car was his pride and joy and he knew I always did what I said so before his car got squashed by a tonne of scrap metal he moved it.

I headed down to my dads work with fuck nut behind me, he wasn't gonna give up so I pulled over about a mile from the station and got out.

'Jake, what the fuck do you want?' I demanded.

'You' he replied.

'Bullshit' I spat 'If you wanted me you would not have been screwing around behind my back you fucking ass'

He blanced at this but he was not about to get way with this, I had never let anyone treat me so badly before, I wasn't about to start now.

'You think you can just say sorry and bat your eye lashes at me and this will all go away? I will never forgive you for this' I turned to walk away and he grabbed my arm, I looked at him with all the anger and hate I could muster and he glanced at the ground with his head down.

'Bella, I'm sorry, I was lonely... and bored'

I stopped dead in my tracks. Did I just hear that correctly? Was that meant to make me feel better?

'I'm sorry WHAT?, you were BORED? You ruined our fuckin relationship cos you were bored?'I spat at him.

I was seething, I don't think I had ever been so angry, I was literally shaking..

Oh he was going to pay for this and if looks could kill dear Jakey would be dead on the spot.

His phone started ringing, he pulled it out of his pocket and looked at the caller and turned around quickly to answer it, I heard him call someone baby and again my blood boiled.

Here he was trying to make things up to me yet he was on the phone to his skank on the side?

I saw red! I never fully understood that expression until now, I was such a mellow person by nature normally but I was so angry my vision was literally impaired by a red haze.

I stomped back to my car and leaned in and reached into the glove compartment, then grabbed the spare can of petrol I had in the back of my truck for emergencies and started pouring it all over the interior of his car, on his seats and dash board, and then all over the bonnet and roof.

He hadn't even noticed, he was too busy on the phone with his new fancy bit. He was talking in hushed tones to her so I couldn't hear what they were saying, I didn't need to know what they were saying, I had heard enough.

I honestly do not know what possessed me to do something so down right nasty but I wasn't thinking straight. I was a woman insane.

He turned around as I finshed emptying the can over the car and stared at me with his eyes wide and his mouth open. I threw the can on the floor, lifted open the zippo and flicked it at Jakes precious car.

I did what every cold blooded woman scorned would do in this situation.

I set fire to his fucking car!

So, what do you all think?

This is totally different from my other story, I hope you like it!

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See you next time. Sae xxx