AN: Just want to take a little space to introduce you guys to the story. This came to me out of the blue actually. Hopefully it turns out to be a wonderful story. Thank you guys for reading.

DISCLAIMER: All Twilight people/places/things belong to SM. Plots belong to me.

Chapter 1

The blaring music started to dwindle as I made my way down the rocky driveway. This had to be the night that I had to wear heels, pretty, black, peep-toe heels, but heels none the less. It was making it difficult to make my dramatic exit, especially while I was twisting my heels every which way until I hit the smooth pavement of the street. I sighed in relief as I started to walk. I knew that soon I would have to take these things off; it was a long way home.

After I got my bearings, my mind when back to what just happened. Why did guys have to be…such asses? Yes, like almost every other teenage girl, my life involved a guy, a complete douche of a guy. Here, I thought that nothing like this would ever happen to me. I laughed. Yeah right. It hurt, I wasn't going to mask over the pain.

My mind raced through the night. I had arrived at the first house party of the summer. I was desperately looking forward to it after the hectic weeks of finals and graduation, and just wanted to let go and have a little fun, with my boyfriend. I deserved that. The bass from the music in the house pulsed through my body as my boyfriend and I made our way through the house, chatting up with friends, taking a few sips from my red plastic cup. During this time I had lost track of my boyfriend, and automatically assumed that he went to hang out with his friends.

After spending a while with my own friends I started looking for my boyfriend, who I was told, was upstairs. I of course thought that he was using the bathroom. So with my drink still in my hand I made my way up the stairs to wait for him.

I was standing against the wall, arms and legs crossed waiting when I suddenly saw him come around the corner. I pushed myself away from the wall to try and get his attention but stop just short of calling out his name when a platinum blonde girl wrapped her arms around him from behind. I stood there frozen as I watched as they walked into a room, giggling.

I couldn't believe what I just saw. After all the kisses, the "I love you's", and the "deep" conversations, I was subjected to this. After all that, it ended on my boyfriend hooking up with another girl? Of course dozens of thoughts raced through my mind. Mostly, why? Was I not good in bed? Was I annoying? Did I make him mad? Did we have an argument or something? I shook my head. It didn't matter. I didn't deserve to be cheated on.

It took me a few minutes but I was able to shake myself out of my stupor and walk towards the room. As much as I wanted to burst into the room being Miss Bad Ass, I didn't. Instead I cracked the door slowly and peeked in. I could feel my face getting red with anger as I watched him getting a special little job from that blonde skank.

I felt sick to my stomach, and wanted to vomit. So much for forever and always. I closed the door softly and leaned my head against it. My heart was beating rapidly and I was feeling extremely warm. Even in my blue jean skirt and tank top. I just couldn't understand how he could be in there with her when I was with him. What was his problem? If he was going to cheat, why do it here? He knew I was going to be here.

I knew in my gut that this wasn't the first time. It was just too careless for it to be. He had cheated before. I knew he had. Those times when he canceled dates or didn't pick up his phone…was he with some other skank. God damn it! Why did this shit have to happen to me?

I took a deep breath and wiped the tears from my eyes before standing tall and swinging open the door, loudly this time. They had changed positions this time and he was actually fucking her. He jumped off of her as though he had been burned, bare ass in air. I chuckled humorlessly as I watched him try and quickly get his jeans on. He was mumbling and looking at me with wide eyes. I looked away from him and looked at the girl. She continued to lie on the bed looking back at me with a smirk on her face. That bitch knew who I was but I didn't know her.

"Bella, baby…this isn't what it looks like."

I turned my head back to my boy—ex-boyfriend and raised my eyebrows. "Really? Because it looks like you're fucking someone who isn't me. Stop spitting out clichéd phrases, Jake. You're a bastard, and I'll be damned if you and I will ever get back together again. We're through. That's the end of that."

I looked back at the girl, "You might wanna finish up, and she still looks unsatisfied." I said, trying to keep my monotone voice and not go completely off on both of them, but God how I wanted to.

I started to leave the room before I stopped and looked at the girl who was still smiling at me. I smirked at her and threw my drink at her, and then the cup, making it bounce off her head. That felt good.

"Agh! You slut!" She screamed, as the clear liquid ran down her face and into her cleavage that was obviously made bigger by her bra.

"Yeah, you're one to talk."

She stood up from the bed and made her way towards me, but didn't put her hands on me, seeing how Jake stood in front of her blocking her way.

I shook my head in disgust as I turned around and left the room, distraught, embarrassed, and continuingly asking myself why.

So here I was, walking down a dark street in four inch heels. My feet were hurting already but I told myself to press on. Urging myself to think about walking to the next tree and the next, trying to keep myself from thinking of him. I could call my father, but he would flip his shit if he knew I was at a party like this…not to mention he would shut it down, being the chief of police in our small town.

I started to swing my purse from hand to hand, when I noticed lights coming from behind me. I sighed and made sure I was far over so I wouldn't get it. Unfortunately the car slowed up and I noticed that it was Jake's car.

"Bella, please stop and get I the car." He said rolling the window down.

I ignored him and continued to swing my purse.

"Bella come on babe. I'm so sorry. I…I…God, I'm so sorry. I love you."

I couldn't help but to snort loudly at this. He didn't love me. People didn't do this to people they loved.

"Are you seriously going to walk fifteen miles home?" he asked still driving slowly next to me.

I frowned at the thought. There was no way I could walk that far. I sighed and stop, making Jake stop also.

"Thank you, get in."

I shook my head and took out my cell phone.

"Are you calling your father? Bella please, he'll kill me."

Damn right he's gonna kill him, but that wasn't who I was calling. I did a quick search, and finding a number I dialed.

"Hi, I need a cab." I said into the phone.

"Bella!" Jake practically screamed.

"Where are you located?" The person said on the other end.

I bit my lip, raking my mind. "I think it's the corner of Hillcrest and Draft." I could always walk back to the party and wait until they showed up.

"Bella please. I can take you there instead."

I flipped him off and listened to the taxi service. "Ma'am, we can come and pick you up in about three hours. We're pretty busy tonight."

"Three hours!" I exclaimed. Damn.

"Bella, please. I swear I won't even talk, I'll be quiet, let me just take you home."

I looked up at Jake. His dark brown eyes looked sincere; then again they could be a lie. My eyes roamed his body, even if it was in the car. Jake was very built, hard and warm. Short black hair and his completion would drive a tween crazy. Yes, he was a very handsome boy. But full of deceit and lies.

"No thank you." I said into the phone before I hung up. I looked at Jake. "Not one word. I just want to go home."

He nodded his head with a small smile.

I sighed and got into the car, slamming the door as hard as I could, before putting on my seatbelt. I could see him wince. He loved this stupid ass car.

He pulled off and we headed home. Jake kept his word. He didn't say one word to me…for the first five minutes.

"Bella, look. I'm so sorry babe. I'm an idiot…I…you know…I…"

I sighed and shook my head.

"Damn it Bella, I'm trying to apologize." He said, slamming his hands on the steering wheel violently.

"Jake, don't get all Chris Brown on me. You even think about putting your hands on me, I'll destroy you dick so bad you'll never cheat on another girl again." I seethed.

He took a deep breath and mumbled under his breath.

"Look, it was nothing. She meant nothing babe, you're my everything. You have to forgive me." He begged.

"Fuck you." I bit out.

Jake pressed his lips together. I could see he was trying to get control of his emotions. He started talking about, but they weren't full sentences.

I looked at him questionably. "Jake? Are you drunk?" I asked.

He laughed and shook his head. "Of course not babe. I had a few drinks."

I continued to stare at him and he glanced at me. "Bella look. It didn't mean anything. I was drunk. I didn't know what I was doing."

I sighed. "You are drunk. "

"No I'm not."

"You just said you were drunk. There was no way you got sober that fast."

"The thought of losing you sobered me up." He mumbled.

I glared at him. "Stop the car Jake and give me your keys. I'll drive." I said sitting up straighter.

"No. I have this." He said.

I was quiet for a few minutes. Maybe he really did have it. He wasn't swerving or anything. I relaxed again and looked out the window. God I couldn't wait to get home. A rustling sound made me look back over at Jake, and I was pissed.

"God damn it Jake, put the beer down, stop the car and get the fuck out." I practically screamed.

"Listen bitch, I got the car. I'm fine."

"I don't care if you think you're fine. I'm not going to die because you're too stupid to know not to drink and drive or while driving. Fucking idiot."

He laughed and tilted his head back taking a long swig, taunting me.

"See, half a bottle gone already and I'm fine."

"Stop the damn car Jake." I fumed.

"Fuck you."

I wanted to reach over and snatch the bag from him, but if he yanked it out my reach he could turn the car also. I took a deep breath and hoped that he would do as I said.

"Jake." I said with a small voice. "Baby please. If you let me drive home, I'll let you spend the night." I lied with a smile on my face.

I knew that would get him.

"Really?" He said glancing at me.

"Yep. I'll even wear that sexy birthday present you gave me last year." I said dropping my voice, trying to sound sexy. For my eighteenth birthday, Jake thought it was sweet to get me an all leather, skin tight, very revealing lingerie outfit. I threw it out when he left.

"Holy shit." He said giddy. He nodded his head. "You promise."

I said nothing but nodded my head. He looked at me and I smiled, making sure to cross my fingers, like a little kid. Jake continued to look at me and I smiled before turning forward.

"Jake! The curb!"

"Shit!"

Suddenly I felt the car spin sharply around, making a loud screeching sound. Jake's reaction time was too late; and the back of the car hit the railing of the curved street, yanking us the opposite way. I flew forward at the impact hitting me knees on the dashboard. I held my hands out to brace myself, as I felt my head slam into the passenger side window. I felt as though my seatbelt didn't help at all as I tried to clear my blurry vision.

I suddenly felt the car lift and I screamed mercy as I felt the car flip. Blood rushed to my head, and I could fell the warm liquid trickle down my face. Tears filled my eyes, blinding in with the blood. The screeching of metal scraping along the road tore at my heart as we finally came to a stop. I was hurting…bad. My seatbelt had me suspending, making it impossible to fall on the roof of the car which on was on the ground. I tried to take a deep breath and clear my vision but it wasn't working.

"Jake" I barely got out. My throat felt raw. "Jake."

I tried to move my head to look at him. He was in the same position as I was, but he seemed to be passed out...or…dead. No. No. I tried to lift my hand to reach out to him, but a shooting pain went through my arm. I couldn't move it without it being painful. "Jake." I called out again. The smell of burnt rubber met my nose and I sobbed loudly. God I was going to die. Please God, I begged. Please.

My vision started to get even cloudier, and I could feel my eyes droop close. I took a ragged breath and the last thing I heard was the loud sound of a car horn, continuously blaring.

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