Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. It belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

I hope you enjoy this story as much as i have writing it. Thank you Mandee without you this story wouldn't be possible.

It is a short chapter the rest will not be.

Chapter 1: THE BEGINNING

TPOV

I buried my head in my pillow and sobbed until i could't cry no more.

I've got a brand new baby what am I going to do?

How could I have been so stupid? AGAIN!

I should have listened to Rose when she told me it was stupid to put my son and me in this situation. That I was making a huge ass mistake for a second time. Of course I didn't listen I was in love.

Love ha what a joke

Love is supposed to make you happy and carefree. I feel empty and hollow inside. The pain is ripping me apart how can "love" be like this?

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid

Now not only do I have 2 kids to take care of but NOTHING to do it with. He took everything when he left. The money, the happy home, my and the kids safety, and worst of all my heart.

That was the first of many nights to come I cried myself to sleep.

It was May and I had only been dating again for a couple of months. After four years of being with Jake and taking two years to get over the fact he left me for Leah, I decided I was ready to dip my toes into the water.

After the last few dates turning out to be lying asshole men, I had given up on the thought of finding someone i could spend the rest of my life with. I had been on a couple dates that Rose had set me up on but it never worked out. It wasn't her fault the date had failed. They just weren't my type because either they were too nice or too clingy.

I had a habit of being attracted to the worst of the worst when it came to men. I liked the "bad boy" and even though a few nice guys had asked for my number I gave them the wrong one.

What my horns hold up my halo.

It was a friday night when he came walking into Newton's. I didn't even give him a second glance as he passed me. Sure he was nice looking, gorgeous blue eyes that looked like the sky, bad boy with his tatts, hair pulled into a ponytail, and the muscles.

God he was ripped.

Ok so I did give a second and maybe third glace. Shoot me I hadn't had sex in two years.

He smiled at me and I gave him a nod and turned away and continued pricing the boots i had on the counter. So what if I was being a bitch by ignoring him?

I had decided unless prince fucking charming rode up on his white horse, I wasn't giving the penis people assholes the time of day. I couldn't help but notice him, out of the corner of my eye as i worked on pricing the hicking boots.

You where totally checking him out.

The boy was HOT! and I am a woman. Geez!

He was ogling me the whole time he was there and it was making me very uncomfortable. I think I blushed four shades of crimson when he caught me staring at him. I never understood why guys would look at me like that, which they always did.

I have never been anything more than ordinarily average at my five foot seven, one-hundred and seventy-five pounds. I've always had brown hair with blond highlights, green eyes, nice teeth, probably larger breasts than most with my double dees. In my eyes it's nothing extraordinar so I really could never figure out why guys would stare it would get so annoying.

Please your fucking hot! My naughty delusional self proclaimed.

Finally James was ready to pay for his purchase, which I was thankful for because he was getting under my skin in more ways than one. I decided, instead of having one of the other cashiers help him, to go collect his money for his purchase and get him out of here as quickly as possible. I added all his items into the register without so much of a glance in his direction. Of course I was being my "polite" self with the general "how are you today sir" and " did you find everything ok" comment as I took his money.

Bad idea I should never have spoken. Should have pretended I was mute.

"I'm good thank you and yes I found everything I needed." He said in a gruff make my panties wet voice.

Gah.

He's not prince charming he's not prince charming.

Yeah keep chanting and maybe you'll forget how turned on you are right now my naughty self piped in.

Oh god I'm loosing it.

"Thank you sir have a nice day" I managed to choke out as I handed him his receipt.

Two more seconds and he'll be gone. I thought in between my chant… he's not prince charming he's not prince charming.

He collected his bag of items, turned to go to the door and I knew I was safe. I turned back around, to finish putting the stupid price tags on the boots that I hated so much, and let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding.

I totally didn't realize that the damn door buzzer that dings when it's opened didn't go off until I heard a man clear his throat.

Shit!

I turned around only to see HIM standing back at the counter with a smug look on his face.

Oh goody my inner-self piped up as she rolled her eyes at me.

"Yes sir." I squeaked. "did you need something else?"

He just gave me a huge smile and I swear my panties got soaked.

"I'm James here's my number why don't you give me a call sometime and we can go out." I swear to god my eyes bugged out of my head. If I could have seen my face at that point I'm sure my jaw was hitting the floor. I looked like a dear in the headlights.

Just give him the fake number and he'll be on his way. My rational self was saying.

SHHHHHH her jabbering at me was getting annoying.

Of course I didn't listen to her, as i often didn't, when she was right. I was dumb and gave him my actual number to my house. That was a damn mistake to say the least. He took my number and walked out the door. I think I must have stood there for five minutes looking complete dumbfounded before I snapped out of it.

Saturday he called and asked me out and of course I jumped at the chance. Then I had a complete and total nervous breakdown.

FUUUUUCK!

What the hell was I thinking? I have nothing to wear and of course sexy was not anywhere in my league so I dialed Rose's number.

Rose had been my friend for over twenty years. We started hanging out in junior high and just clicked. We're a lot alike in many ways. We love the same music, movies, books and even look a bit similar.

Give it she has darker hair that is curly, dark brown eyes, and her body is so much nicer than mine. I even remember one of my guy friends saying he could probably bounce a quarter off her tits and ass once.

WHAT A PERV.

Ok so she's hotter.

No I'm strait just a little jealous.

"Hey hoochie guess what I've got a date." I said when she picked up.

"oh " she giggled on the other end.

"Are you going to actually go this time? Or you going to come up with some lame ass excuse like always?" she asked.

"Duh." I told her as I rolled my eyes. God she could be such a grrr.

"I have nothing to wear. And of course you know I'll have to call Satan and see if she'll watch JJ for me."

Satan a.k.a. Renee or mom, as i call her in the public eye, was so critical. She had been an ache in my side for years with her condescending behavior. Evil was putting in mildly when you refered to her.

She was also always so abusive growing up in one way or the other. My low self-esteem was ninety-nine percent her fault and her lectures on how a "mother should be at home with her children not whoring around" were always so much fun. I would rather hang by my toenails then have to call her and ask for her help, but I had no other family. Renee and Phil were it for me and had been for years. My dad Charlie hadn't been in the picture since I was two even though he only lived fifty miles away.

"Where are you going?" Rose asked.

"He's taking me to the bar and you need to come so If I need to escape I can. You also need to check him out and see what you think. If he passes your test then I know I'm good to go" I almost sounded like i was begging instead of asking.

I told Rose my plan was to pretend like she just showed up out of the blue and then I would introduce her and see what happened. Through her laughing hysterics and telling me what a dork I was. I'm surprised she could choke out that she would come.

She knew I was the type to choose rejects from the bottom of the barrel. She had watched my struggles with men over the years. I owed her so much already for being such a good friend when i needed her the most. i would end up calling her with problems, bugging her all the time with depresso shit or just want to talk. She would just help me however she could and was always there for support.

She was there through my horrible break up with Jake four years ago. She held my hand and pulled my shit out of the depression I was in. That is why I needed her to meet James at the bar with me. I loved this woman like a sister and valued her opinion more than anyone elses. I knew she could read people on first impressions and if I got the O.K. from her, then somehow I thought maybe this guy would be different.

I've taken a twist to the story as you can see.

You will soon learn who is talking and who Rose is.

I promise it's a good one.

Please let me know what you think.