A/N Twilight's not mine, and neither is Rob... 'Tis sad but true.

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Renee was concerned by her daughter's lethargy, but also remembered with clarity what a difficult emotional time her own last year of secondary school had been, what with exams and boys. She shuddered and her empathy increased for her own flesh and blood.

Bella's lack of communication and presence around the house increased her mother's worry after a week had elapsed. She had spoken with the school and staff had assured her that her friends were in the dark as to what might be upsetting the teenager.

After a week of moping and regret, the harsh reality of her first time was put on a back burner as Bella decided her experience had been a bitter pill to swallow, but it was done and there was nothing she could do to change it.

Physically she had recovered, emotionally she was getting there.

She had slowly realised that her imagery relationship had caused her to feel things for this man that he hadn't earned.

He had not spent the hours and hours with Bella that she had daydreamed.

He had not wined and dined her and taken long strolls in Stratford by the river.

He had not learnt her likes and dislikes and how to make her laugh until she cried.

That was her, all her. However, this realisation did not stop her from planning a little revenge.

James had enjoyed his evening with Bella and made sure to boast to Laurent about how easy and tight she'd been. He noticed his friends envy which made him feel somewhat superior and even more manly.

He had called her a couple of times hoping for another evening of pleasure and felt a little put out that she never picked up or responded to the two messages he'd left inviting her out. Her lack of response had made him question his prowess, but he recalled the way she had clawed at his shoulders and moaned into his neck. He concluded that she was a player and only had one-night stands; he admired this about her, as the last thing he wanted was a clingy woman hanging on his every word.

Monday morning had arrived and Renee was relieved when Bella sat at the breakfast table bright and early. She noticed the dark circles and her slightly gaunt cheeks, but also saw that her daughter was clean and eating so she knew the worst was over... for now.

Just before leaving the house, Bella checked the mirror but she wasn't overly impressed with what she saw - the week had taken its toll on her natural beauty. After applying a thin layer of foundation to even out her skin tone she reworked the look she had achieved when she went out with James. Satisfied, she called out that she was going and started her walk to school.

There was a cool breeze in the air that morning which caused her hair and school skirt to ruffle. Bella swung her school bag by her side and relaxed into her routine. Five minutes into her walk, she was relieved by the carefree feelings she had.

A couple of cars tooted their horns making her feel attractive. She also noticed the three schoolboys peering out at her from the rear window of the bus, making sexual gestures, she was amused a blew kisses to them as the spring in her step increased.

Thoughts of sex with James filtered through and she surmised that she was now a woman. The experience changed her, she was more aware of her body and how it affected the opposite gender.

The factory was in sight, as was Laurent. Bella continued her confidence souring as her little plan came closer to fruition. She slowed her walk as she approached and waited for Laurent to look up. She saw his double take as he recognised her.

"Bella?" She heard the confusion in his voice and knew her plan would unfold accordingly.

"Hey Laurent. Working hard I see. James around?" Laurent's eyes were bulging as he took in the school-uniform.

"No, he er... he's in with the Boss."

"No worries, just wanted to say hi. I might catch him later after school." She took great pleasure in adding emphasis to the word school and continued on her way knowing the shock James would be in when he was told he'd hooked up with a child.

Laurent's surprise quickly morphed into disgust as he remembered what James had done with her, she was still at school. Kids never left secondary school until they were sixteen. He hoped she was at least sixteen else James' extra curriculative activity would have been illegal and would gain him the title of paedophile.

Bella didn't need to see James again. Her revenge had been set in motion, from now on she would trek across the field to the main road to get home.

Within a couple of weeks, the dark circles had disappeared and Bella was the radiant girl she was before the night she lost her virginity. She no longer judged the girls behind the school gym who were being felt up by sweaty schoolboys, but it still wasn't something she wanted for herself, she still had dreams of being loved and cherished.

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A/N This is the last we'll be seeing of our under-aged Bella.

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