DISCLAIMER: ALL KNOWN CHARACTERS BELONG TO STEPHANIE MEYER. I DO NOT OWN THE TWILIGHT SAGA. THIS STORY IS MERELY FOR FUN.

"Cheated"

"So the lion fell in love with the lamb." ~Edward

"Embry used to call them 'Hall Monitors On Steroids'..." ~Jacob

"One more thing. Never turn you're back on the enemy." ~Jasper

"Sometimes I forget that I'm kissing a vampire." ~Bella

. . .

Dear Trent,

I did it. I told Jason I loved him. And you know what happened? He said he wanted to fucking break up. Do you wanna know why? Turns out he's been fucking my sister...for the past month. Anyway, I didn't let myself cry. I'm very proud because it's been an hour since...the incident, and I still haven't cried. No. I didn't slap him, in case you were wondering. I just called him "un trou du cul putain" (a fucking asshole), and walked away. It was nice knowing he didn't know what I called him. When I got home, Lilian (I refuse to call her my sister) was sitting on the couch. Before I came up here to write this, I asked her about Jason. She was nervous, of course. She told me that nothing was going on between them. Can you believe it? The bitch straight up fucking lied to me. I got the satisfaction of slapping her across the face before my mom came in, wanting to what was going on. When I explained everything, she turned to Lilian and told her to get out. My mom told her that behavior such as that, especially towards a family member, was not going to be tolerated. The bitch is 18. She shouldn't been living at home anyway! So now Lilian (can you believe her name means innocent!) is out there somewhere, trying to find something to do with herself. I, on the other hand, am currently packing. My mom was going to tell me tomorrow, but apparently we're moving. Honestly? I'm excited to get the fuck out of this town. Well I better stop writing or I'll be here forever. I'll write to you again soon, don't worry. I love you.

Love, Belle.

. . .

I folded my letter and slipped it into a blank envelope. I quickly scribbled down an address and stuck a stamp on it. Before I starting packing, I ran down to the mailbox, kissing the letter as I slid it in, pulling the little flag up. I went back into my room and sat down.

I looked around my room and sighed as I saw that I still had to pack over half of my stuff. I took my time, smiling as I remembered certain memories as I looked from one object to the next. I finally finished packing and sat down on my bed, hating the crinkle of the plastic sheet that my mom made me put on it. I took one last long look around my room before I started taking my bags and boxes down stairs. Together, it took my mom and I the rest of the night to get all of our furniture packed into the moving van. Once we were done, we both said goodbye to the house before we got in the taxi and rode to the airport.

The flight was a little less than an hour considering we were only flying from Wyoming to Washington. Now it was up to mom and me to unpack all of our crap into the new house.

The movers were nice enough to stay and help us take all of our furniture (couches, beds, tables and such) into the house, for a nice tip. We spent an hour and a half unpacking some of the boxes before we both decided we wanted a break. We got in my mom's car (which had been towed behind the moving van) and went out for lunch.

While we waited for our waitress to bring us our food, we sipped our coffees and talked a bit.

"So, why Washington?" I asked.

My mom's the type of person who likes to move a lot. Seriously, like every 2 years. By the time I'd turned 14, we'd lived in South Carolina, Texas, Ohio, Arizona, New York, Indiana and we were just settling into Wyoming. I turned 16 a little over six months ago and we're moving again.

"I don't know. I'm surprised you haven't asked why we move so often," she said, looking at her hands.

"Yeah, why do we move so often mom?"

"I just...I haven't found a place that I love being..."

"So you think Washington is it?" I said skeptically.

She shrugged, "Who knows!"

We both laughed.

"I just wanted to tell you that we live about a quarter of a mile from La Push, a small town. It's actually more of a reservation. Anyway, the school in La Push was closer than Forks High, so you'll be going to school there."

I nodded, "Wait, Forks? Is that a joke?"

She smiled sadly and shook her head, "Nope. Actually, I grew up here!"

My jaw dropped. My mom didn't talk about her past much...it's not pleasant. But this was news to me. I didn't know my mom grew up in a small town in Washington.

"Close your mouth, you'll catch flies," she teased.

"So, do you know people here?"

"Yes! Turns out some of my friends still live here! My old friend Billy lives on the reservation. He's invited us to a bonfire tonight!"

I groaned.

"He has a son who's 16."

This made me listen, "What time did you say again?"

She laughed at me, shaking her head. At that moment, the waitress decided to bring us our food. We ate ate our lunch, then went home to do some more unpacking. We finished by 4 o'clock.

"Nice work," she said smiling, giving me a high-five.

"So this Billy guy...anything special there?" I pushed.

"No, he's widowed, but we're just friends dear."

"Oh, okay. Just checkin'," I said with a wink.

"We're leaving at 6, so you better be ready."

I nodded before heading upstairs. I walked into my room and smiled. It looked exactly the same as it had in Wyoming. My walls were a shimmering silver that went nicely with the light brown wood floors. I looked to the left and saw my black wooden desk, decorated in pictures on my friends and small knickknacks from who knows where. My laptop sat open on the desk. Looking farther down the wall, I saw my double bed. It had a black wooden frame that matched the desk. My sheets were black, and my comforter was white with a pattern of random black cursive and scattered black and white postage stamps. On the right, was my closet, covered by black curtains. Farther down the right wall was a white door, hiding the bathroom. Past that, there was a black wooden dresser that matched the bed frame and desk. Above the dresser, there was a small flat t.v. On the floor, since I hate hard wood, was a large rug. It was England's flag and was what inspired the colors in my room. Everything was black white and silver, except for the red white and blue rug, and my red and blue accent pieces (which includes red and blue throw pillows, English paintings, and a red and blue spinny chair for my desk). I love my room.

I ran and jumped on the bed. I flopped over onto my stomach and turned on the t.v. I watched Say Yes To The Dress for a while before deciding to get ready for the bonfire.

I slipped into a pair of ripped dark wash skinny jeans that I rolled up just above my ankles. I put on a black camisole tank top and grabbed my hot pink and white striped v-neck fitted sweater. I slipped on my white gladiator style sandals. I quickly ran a brush through my naturally straight chocolate brown hair and decided to leave it down, french twisting my bangs back out of my face. I did some subtle smokey-eye eye shadow and some mascara and black eye liner. I looked at the clock and noticed it was 5:55. Grabbing my phone, I ran out of my room.

When I got downstairs, I noticed my mom looked nicer than I'd expected. She was wearing some straight light wash jeans and an indigo tank top that had black jewels around the neckline. She was wearing flip flops and her brunette hair was pulled back into a curly ponytail, but she still managed to look casually cute. I saw that her brown eyes were wide, I guess she hadn't expected me to come running downstairs. She smiled at me. She had laugh lines around her eyes, and dimples when she smiled. She was tall, 5' 9" at least, and skinny. She works out like 4 times a week, and she runs every morning. Let's just say I was proud to have a hot mom.

"What are you starring at?" she asked.

"Nothing. You look très belle," I said with a smile. She gave me a funny look. "Very beautiful," I said rolling my eyes.

"Now I understand why you're acing french..."

We got in the car and she drove to the bonfire. When we got there, I decided that maybe Washington wasn't so bad after all. There were a bunch of super buff, tall, guys standing around the fire. There were all hot. And the best part? They all looked to be close to my age. I noticed that other than a woman who looked to be around my mom's age, my mother and I were the only girls here. Sweet.

"Sue! Oh it's so good to see you!" my mom said, walking over to the woman.

I followed, unsure of what else to do.

"Grace! It's so nice to see you again! It's been such a long time! Oh, who's this?" the woman, Sue, said to me.

"This is my daughter, Belle."

"Nice to meet you Belle! I'm Sue Clearwater. I don't think my daughter's coming, she doesn't much like things like this..." the woman trailed off.

"Grace? Is that you?" a man said.

"Billy!" my mother exclaimed.

I saw a man with long black hair and dark russet skin who was in a wheel chair coming over to us.

"Billy, this is my daughter Belle. Belle, this is my old friend Billy."

"Hi! It's nice to meet you Billy," I said smiling, shaking his hand.

"Jacob! Come here!" Billy said.

I watched as one of the hotter boys from the fire came over to us.

"Yeah dad?"

"This is Belle," Billy said gesturing to me. "Her and her mother just moved here. Make her feel welcome."

Jacob extended his hand, "I'm Jake."

I shook it, noticing his hand was oddly warm. It was probably from the fire, but I couldn't help noticing.

"Come on, I'll introduce you to the guys," he said with a smile, his eyes bright.

I followed him over to where all the other boys were.

"Guys, this is Belle. She's Grace's daughter."

"Bella? Dude, can't you stop falling for girls with the name Bella," one of the boys said.

"Quil, you idiot, he said BELLE," another boy said.

"Guys, let Jacob speak," one of the older boys said.

"Belle, that's Quil," he said pointing to the first boy who'd talked. "That's Jared," he pointed to the second guy that had talked. "That's Sam," he said pointing to the guy that had shut the other two up. "That's Embry. That's Seth. And that's Paul," he said pointing them out.

"Hi," I said with a hesitant smile. Quil was looking me over, Jared smiled at me, Sam nodded in my direction, Embry waved, Seth had a cheesy grin on his face, and Paul was starring-no glaring at me. His hands were in tight fists by his sides and his jaw was clenched. I could tell there were a lot of conflicting personalities in this group, but they looked nice enough...for the most part.

We spent the rest of the night talking, laughing, and just hanging out. I ended up having a lot more fun than I'd expected to have. By the end of the night, I'd decided that Embry was my favorite. Quil was the funniest though. I loved watching Jared and Quil bicker playfully. Jacob was kind of quiet, but when he did talk, he was easy to talk to. Sam seemed like the leader of the group, stepping in to stop the guys when things got too heated, which happened quite a few times. Seth was just fun and I liked talking to him. Paul glared at me the entire night. He didn't say anything, just starred at me with clenched teeth and tight fists. I was excited to go to school because it meant I could spend time with my new...friends. Hopefully I won't have any classes with Paul though, he doesn't seem to like me very much.

A/N: The chapters won't normally be this long. But I hope you like it!