Bella remain motionless with her arms folded as she watched Jake do what he does best. She scrutinize as he continued to argue to her peers that she had infact done them all the good endeavor of murdering Alice Cullen. Jake curved his attention back to Bella and smirked. She rolled her eyes.

"So Princess," Jake said. "Are you ready to admit what you've done?"

She laughed scornfully, "Um no. I'd never bash her head. I wouldn't dare risk getting blood on my cashmere sweater. If I had killed Alice I would have done it openly."

"Openly?" Jake said.

Bella nodded, "Yes. I would have humiliated her in the same way that she humiliated me."

Jake walked closer to her, "Is that so?"

"Yes it is."

Jake glared coldly at her and began to pace back and forth. He paused for a moment," Where were you the night Alice was murdered?" He asked dubiously.

Bella walked back to her seat and sat down. Paul gazed over at her out of the corner of his eye. Their eyes met, "So where were you, Bella?" He repeated after Jake.

"Paul don't do this," Bella pleaded.

Pain fled through her as his deep brown eyes pierced her wickedly. He sighed, "Bella, come on you can't blame us for asking."

"I didn't kill her."

"Then you should have no problem telling us where you were," Jake said.

Tears threatened to fall from her eyes as her attention flashed between the two of them. Bella could not believe that Paul was siding with Jake. Did he really hate her that much to go to such lengths of labeling her as a murderer? Bella had all eyes on her at the moment. For the first time she did not want to be the center of attention.

"Let's hear it princess," Jake continued. "Where the fuck were you?"

"I can't tell you that," She said.

"Why?" Jake said.

"Because I can't," Bella yelled. "It's none of anyone's business."

"Try telling that to the police. Listen Princess you do know what they do to girls like to in the big house right?" Jake smirked. "Your milky skin, big brown eyes, and leggy figure will make you very popular. I'm sure you will have all eyes on you in there."

Tears fell from her eyes as she held her head down low.

"Stop it," Paul said.

"OOOOH," Jake said arrogantly, "I thought we were making progress here."

"No," Paul said coldly. "You were just being a dick. But what else should we aspect from a low life such as yourself."

Jake walked over to where Paul sat, "You want to run that by me one more time?"

"You should stop pointing the finger at Bella. I know her well enough to know that she could
not harm anyone."

"Maybe she couldn't but you could," Jake said. "You know what I think?"

"I could care less what you think," Paul snapped.

"I think that you and Bella had some sort of team work going on. I think Bella was the master mind behind it and you were her flunky."

"Don't listen to him, Paul," Bella pleaded.

"I'm getting warmer aren't I princess?"

"You could never be anymore cold. We would never harm someone in that way," Bella said.

Rosalie turned her attention from the floor to Bella. She could not believe that they were pointing the finger at one another. The three people in the room who she thought would stick together had proven just how out of whack the clique situation had become. The Jock, The princess, and the bad boy had the most in common but yet they turned on one another as soon as they saw fit. This was a reason why Rosalie had became a loner. Not because she could not make friends but because no one could be trusted.

She turned her attention to Jessica. Jessica was doodling on a piece of paper. Rosalie smiled. Although Jessica never said much, when she did decide to talk it had always been relevant. She continued to watch as Jessica circled the pin numerous times over the single sheet of paper. Her thoughts were interrupted be Jake's voice, "Hey genius, what is the percentage of these two killing Cullen?" He asked.

Rosalie rolled her eyes, "Is that a trick question?"

"What's the percentage of my question being a trick question?" He asked.

"Are you always a Jerk?" she asked.

"Nope," Jake said, taking a seat in his chair. "Only ninety percent of the time. The other ten percent I spend sleeping."

One Hour later…...

Bella blew out a bubble with her chewing gum as she gazed around the room. Nothing fascinating had occurred in the last hour. But she was satisfied that Jake had laid off of her. Out of everyone in the room he chose to blame Bella for this. A huge part of her wanted to know why? Why was Jacob Black such a dick? Why was he so sure that she had killed Alice?

Maybe Jake was covering something up? Maybe he had sexed her up and then bashed her head into a bloody pulp. The possibilities were endless.

Bella turned her attention to Paul. He was rather quiet. It was as if he were in mourning. Bella clenched her teeth. She knew that Alice had done nothing to make Paul hate her but the thought that he actually cared about her made Bella angry.

"How long have you been hooking up with her?" Bella whispered.

Paul turned to her," We are not doing this right now," He said coldly.

"We could have done this yesterday day if it had not been for your stubbornness. Did you touch her?"

"What do you mean?" Paul asked.

Bella held her head low in embarrassment. She was shy when it came to speaking in a sexual manner. It was due to the fact of not being experienced and that they were not actually engaging in a private conversation.

"Did you touch her?" she repeated. "In the same way that you touched me."

Paul sighed.

"You did, didn't you?" She sobbed. "How could you do that?"

"Bella," He pleaded. "I didn't."

Bella placed her head in her hands.

Jake gazed at the two of them. It amazed him how Bella could be in love with someone like Paul. Yea the guy had been attempting to change for her but before their relationship he was an asshole. Jake thought back to the time when he had to comfort his best friend Leah last year. Leah had been dating Paul. That is if you could call what they were doing dating. Leah had been seeing him for three months before she found out that he had been sleeping with her cousin Emily. Jake hated Paul for many reasons but the biggest reason was because Paul had caused tension between Leah and Emily. They had not spoken to one another in a year and they lived together.

Jake clenched his fist. He would have given anything to kick Paul's ass But Leah made him promise not to. Some small part of her was still in love with Paul. That part had been dominate in her decision. He watched as Bella cover her eyes with her hands.
The door opened and Mr. Myers appeared. He was snacking on grapes from a plastic bag. The two police officers from earlier were trailing behind him. Rosalie chuckled and whispered something to Jessica.

"Something funny Miss Hale?" Mr. Myers asked.

"No sir," Rosalie said.

"Good. Any progress?" He asked.

"Well I have a lead," Jake said.

Bella gazed over her shoulder at him. Tears filled her eyes. Jake stared into her eyes for a moment and then looked back at Mr. Myers.

"Well Black let's hear it," He said.

"I have to take a leak," Jake said, standing to his feet.

"A what? Is that slang?" He asked.

Jake chuckled," I have to pee, use the restroom, unclog the drain."

Mr. Myers clenched his jaw," I will not tolerate that sort of language."

"Take the stick out of your ass," Jake said.

"Excuse me?"

"Take…the…stick…out…of…your…ass."

"You better watched it," The officer said. "Another word and your out of here."

Jake ignored them and walked towards the door.

"I need to go too," Bella said, standing to her feet.

She proceeded towards the door behind him. Paul stood up to follow but was stopped by Mr. Myers," Two at a time."

He sighed and flopped back down in his seat.

"Swan and Black you have 3 minutes and a two minute grace period. In other words get back here in five minutes. No monkey business."

Bella agreed and followed Jake out of the door. Once the door was closed behind them Jake grabbed her arm and began dragging her in the direction opposite of the restroom.

"What are you doing?" She said.

"Something reckless."

"I…I can't," She pleaded. "We have three minutes."

Jake ignored her and continued until the were at the end of the hallway. He lead her towards the gym. Once inside they trailed towards to boys locker room. Bella knew that she should have objected and took off running the moment that he let her hand go but of course she obeyed his wishes and followed him.

"Why are we down here?" Bella asked curiously. "We are going to be in a lot of trouble."

"Relax," Jake said. "I'm sure daddy will have you out of jail as soon as you step a foot in it."
Bella remained quiet. She knew what he said was true. Jake sat down on a bench.

"We should go," She said.

"Can you do any tricks?" he asked with a smirk.

"When you say tricks…you mean?" Bella asked.

"I mean is there anything interesting that you can do."

Bella folded her arms uncomfortably over her chest, "I'm not a toy. I'm leaving," she said.

"Suit yourself," Jake said lying back on the bench.

"Really I am," She repeated, standing in place.

Jake smiled, "Your not going anywhere. Your going to sit here until they sniff us out."

Bella sighed, "What will we do until then?"

Jake smirked, "I'm going to pop your cherry."

Bella held her hand over her mouth. Jake sat up again. He smiled at her. She was a good
girl for sure. Her face had went from pale to fire engine red.

"Not in the way your thinking," He said. "Although, I would not be opposed to popping more than one cherry in a short period of time."

He stood to his feet and went over to a locker. Bella watched as he popped the lock.

#

Paul shifted in his seat. It had been fifteen minutes since Bella left the classroom with Jacob. He had been feeling uneasy and nervous. Paul turned his attention back to Mr.
Myers, "It's been fifteen minutes."

"I know that," He snapped. "When officer dean locate them Black and Swan will be back in here with the rest of you."

"I should have packed an overnight bag," Paul muttered.