Uhm, new fan fiction? (This one is written by Stephanie (After Jacob's First Love & Playing For Keeps) for all you who are confused)

I guess it's a part of a dream I had? And why does Edward always have to be the bad one that is loose in his sexual morals? Huh? Why doesn't Bella get in on the action? This is why I began this I guess. I guess it was also to motivate me to to get passed my insane writer's block in regards to After Jacob's First Love. Don't worry - a new chapter will be up ASAP.

For now, enjoy this.

Woohoo.

p.s. don't get mad at me for making Bella smoke. It just had to be.

Review. Tell me if I should continue or not.

BPOV

Inhale. Breath. Inhale. Exhale.

Oh God. This can't be happening.

Inhale. Exhale.

"I need something else, would someone please just give me? Hit me, knock me out and let me go back to sleep."

I could hear the music coming from my stereo into the pathetic excuse for a bathroom that Charlie and I shared. These walls are too thin.

"I'll be just fine, pretending I'm not. I'm far from lonely it's all that I've got."

I could feel the rain blowing through the opened window. I didn't even know why I was bothering; the weed wasn't doing anything to calm my fucking nerves anyway.

"I squoze so hard I stopped your heart from beating. So deep that I didn't even scream fuck me."

Good fucking God. Someone needs to turn this song off before I tear all my hair out with my free hand. Leave it to my iPod to pick the best fucking song to play in this situation. I still couldn't believe it was happening.

Seventeen; his age, my age, the number of days it took for me to realize my period was late, and the amount of times it took us being stupid and having careless sex before it came to this point. Seventeen was obviously my unlucky number.

I could hear the little beep on the plastic tube go. I knew I had to look, but it was as if my head was frozen in place, eyes glued to the almost-dead joint. I took my last hit and another deep breath.

Inhale. Exhale.

I counted down from three and glanced to the fifth little stick of death that I had just urinated on and waited for, humiliated, sitting there on the toilet, shorts still in a pool at my ankles and a joint in my hand.

"Fuck!" I shouted out loud. I never imagined that seeing a little '+' that many times made me want to throw myself off a cliff as much as it did right then.

I decided to take the best route and not believe those tests. Maybe I'd get lucky and fall down the stairs just incase, knowing me that wouldn't take long. I did not want to have to think about this any longer, I really wished that it had all been a dream, but unless I had dreamt the seventeen times since Spring Break that Jacob Black got himself into my pants, I was fucked.

I decided to walk the two miles to school that morning, it had been raining, and rain leaves the road slippery, meaning I was just setting myself up for disaster. Charlie had questioned what I was doing but I quickly came back with the excuse that I needed exercise; I was turning over a new leaf. He laughed. I guess I should have rethought my excuse because I only lasted until I was halfway down the driveway before I had to stop and light a cigarette.

It was still drizzling outside and I began silently cursing myself for not driving, but I only reminded myself that it would be more likely for me to fall rather than getting in a near-fatal car accident. Before I knew it I had arrived at sweet, old Forks High, not even coming so close as to tripping the entire way there. If there was a God, he was a crafty motherfucker, and he was not being nice to me. If that girl in my math class brought up that 'God Loves You' shit again, she better be prepared to fail. I was on a rampage today. Bella Swan was not to be fucked with.

I finished my last cigarette quicker than usual and began my trek to math, otherwise, more commonly known as Failure 101. I shrugged out of my sopping wet jacket and hung it on the hook, two minutes late. Not bad. Mr. Whatever-the-fuck-his-name-is greeted me with a grunt from the chalkboard; he was in a good mood. Yes, it's May of senior year and I still don't know his name. Sometimes, if he was in a particularly peachy mood he would single me out from the back of the class and ask me a question. He would then wait until I addressed him by name – regardless of if I actually knew the answer – I would then proceed to get a detention slip. I had so many of those I could plaster my fucking walls with the little pink notes that said 'Disrespectful Behavior.' Maybe he was secretly in love with me and it turned him on to lecture me on proper classroom conduct. Teachers at this school were fucked like that.

Nevertheless I went silently to the back of the room, directly behind Jessica Stanley – the greatest thing to ever happen to me since coming to Forks. She was loud, obnoxious, a little too loose in her sexual morals and down right psychotic – but I loved the shit out of her.

"Morning, Juno." She greeted out loud. I felt my chest collapse as I sat down slowly in my desk, not saying anything back until she turned around to face me. She must have noticed my anxiety, but mistook it for confusion, and explained herself. "Your shirt?" She said pointing at my chest. I looked down only to notice I had put on my orange and white striped t-shirt. I needed to be fucking committed.

After a long discussion on how exciting quadratic functions were and how we were never going to use it in the real world but we have to learn it anyway, math was over. Time flew through art and English – my two saviors of the day – and I found myself back out in the west end of the parking lot, teamed with Jessica, Tyler Crowley and Mike Newton. Jessica took out her Marlboro's and offered me one, noticing that I hadn't lit up yet. She was the only one of us that didn't smoke the reserves. Instead she dished out more money than healthy on a weekly basis to by her precious Marlboro's. I had always questioned where she was getting the money from, as her parents weren't exactly the richest folks on the planet and she was fired from the Seven 11 in January for coming in still drunk after New Years. That, no matter how fucked up I was, was not something I wanted to know the answer to.

"Dude, you were fucking hammered!" Tyler was arguing with Mike about something that happened at the last reserve party. "They need to have one of those bonfires again, man, it was awesome. No cops or anything." I knew that was a shot at me, Charlie always proceeded to break up the parties that we threw within the limits of Forks. I had been taken home in that cruiser along with Jessica, sloshed, one too many times.

"I was NOT hammered, Tyler, YOU were. And yes, I agree they need to have one again." I knew Mike was right but I wasn't prepared to get into the middle of this battle.

"I don't think so man." Tyler fought, taking a drag of his cigarette. "Bella, you need to come to this one. You have no idea how fucking fun they are."

"I was there, Tyler." I said, letting the beautiful Marlboro burn in my hand. I had only taken two drags and everyone was already taking out their seconds, and in Jessica's case, her third.

"Fuck? I didn't see you. What were you doing?" Tyler was taken aback. I knew why he didn't see me but I just shrugged my shoulders. That was one night of many that I didn't want to be thinking about right now, for a few reasons.

"More like, who was she doing?" Jessica chuckled, disguising a dainty cough. "She was with Jacob all night."

"That native kid?" Mike asked; his face resembled that of a lost puppy. I was considering just letting him fuck me once to get whatever he has for me out of his system, but that was Jessica's territory. Unlike her, I did have some morals somewhere. She even begged me to fuck him once just so he would stop saying my name when he was fucking her. Now, being told that, in front of the entire adolescent population of Forks at a party in which Jessica was so drunk she ended up blacking out, was humiliating.

Tyler burst out laughing, "Where did you go? We were in a fucking forest, Bella!" I shot him a look that I was hoping would melt his flesh – no such luck. They all continued to laugh.

I remember the night clearer than I should have considering the amount of alcohol I consumed. I had found myself another beer in the cooler and I was just about to turn back to where Jessica and everyone was standing when I ran straight into Jacob Black, with that big, goofy grin plastered on his face. Before I knew it he had taken me deeper into the forest and we began fooling around, drunk, as per usual. In no time I was pushed up against a tree, sans pants, straddling Jake. You fucked him against a tree Bella; how classy. I just couldn't help myself; I had this thing for long hair and guys that look as if they could break every bone in my body with one hand. A psychiatrist would have a field day with me sitting in their patients' chair.

As I began thinking about it more, I realized that that night could have been when my little problem sprouted, but then again, it could have also been the two weekends prior to that as well. Needless to say, I never thought a condom was important – actually – I never thought of condoms period. Whenever I was with Jake everything just happened. Even thought I couldn't pinpoint exactly when it happened, I knew for certain it was Jake's – it had to be. He was the only person I had ever had sex with without a condom. I guess I was in that 2% bracket that birth control decides not to work for. And to think I laughed at Bristol Palin's "If it happened to me it can happen to you" and "The only way to prevent it is abstinence" speech last week. I had to laugh, this would happen to me.

It was decided, I was the new poster child for .