I don't know how I feel about this one…it's kind of choppy. But I think I like it that way. And it's a little man-hater. But you know, our favorite she-wolf is entitled to that now and again :) Any recognizable characters are that of Stephanie Meyer's. Who I am not. Except the beginning bit, that's the lovely Dorothy Parker's.

Some Men

"Some men break your heart in two,
Some men fawn and flatter,
Some men never look at you;
And that cleans up the matter."
― Dorothy Parker, Enough Rope

Prologue

Leah thought it was something she was missing. Lacking. Something she did wrong that made Sam leave her.

And then she thought it was because she was too old, too mean, just too whatever, that all she got was Brady's constant attention.

But Jacob Black straightened things out for her. When he refused to meet her eye again.

And then she realized it was them.

Men.

. . . . .

Sam

Sorry Leah.

That's what he said when he left her for Emily. I love her. Believe me, I'm sorry Leah. This is not how I wanted things to turn out.

Now, it's for smaller things. Other things.

Sorry Leah.

He put her on patrol with Paul, and Paul said something insensitive.

Sorry Leah.

He had a memory of kissing Emily while the whole pack was phased.

Sorry Leah.

He stepped on her feet during a meeting.

Sorry sorry sorry Leah.

And it's funny, because he always apologizes for little things. He's always sorry for what he's doing, but not what he has done. He just doesn't seem to be sorry for breaking her heart.

. . . . .

Brady

"You look really nice today Leah!" Brady would call, as he jogged by.

Leah would look down at her ratty top, and cutoffs, and roll her eyes.

Sometimes, he would compliment her hair, or her teeth, he would laugh a little too hard and long at her comments.

Collin started to even give him shit about it. Kiss ass, she heard the other boy whisper more than once.

And it really wasn't a big deal. It was just a little crush.

But that's the problem.

It was not a big deal.

And that was the most attention she got from a guy these days. That was it.

All she was going to get was some fawning and flattering.

. . . . .

Jacob

It was about 95% an accident that Leah had sex with Jacob. It was wholly unplanned, but not completely unwanted…so that left a murky five percent.

She knew it was a bad idea.

Badbadbad.

But she didn't stop herself, and she didn't stop him.

And it turned out the sex was pretty good, a little self-loathing on each of their parts, but not bad.

I can't do this again—Nessie…I can't. He had stammered out, pulling his clothes on. Leah nodded. She knew.

She knew, but it didn't help. She wanted more. And not just more fucking…but more.

The next day, he would look her in the eye. She thought he would get over that. They weren't children.

It's been over ninety next-days now.

And Leah dimly remembers that Jacob's pupils were a warm brown.

Epilgoue

Broken, hollow, and ignored; but what the fuck did Leah Clearwater care?