Well. I couldn`t resist. The reviews made me feel great, and the fact that I nearly DROWNED in an inbox full of emails from people favoriting (totally made up a word :3) this stupid story gave me … uh … motivation! (or something like it xD) so I present to you, a looong over due chapter.

You might realize that I have problems with keeping the tense right. I switch from present tense to past tense. Sorry. I would correct it but i`m lazy. I need a Beta Reader or something xD

Most of this chapter was written listening to The Bravery (except for one occasion where 3OH!3`s Punk Bitch slipped into my playlist 3). So go listen to them. Their great :3

Anyway. I don`t own anything. The creator of Edward, Bella, Jacob, and the Twilight in general goes to Stephanie Meyer (who is also the bane of my existence, considering my sister discovered how 'great' Twilight is and is pretending to like it because her friend does. We have a poster with Jacob and Edward from Hottopic on our ceiling. We wrote 'YAOI LOVE' on it in a red sharpie 83)

Enjoy? And review! Reviews make me happy and make me feel like writing! XD

I rest my chin in the palm of my hand, hunched over on the lid of the toilet. My eyes wandered over Bella with disinterest.

Her lovely brown hair, fair skin, the white t-shirt she was wearing, the low riding jeans.

Bella was crouched over the large bathtub, gazing inside of it intently.

"I think some of the pictures are starting to show" she said aloud. I grunted in response.

Yes. Bella had turned my bathroom into a Developing Room. I glanced up at the single red light that now hung from the ceiling and then to the black garbage bag over the wide, arched window.

"Ah! Look!" she turned to me excitedly, pointing into the tub.

I scrunched up my face with distaste "No thanks" I mumbled, looking away from her. I definitely did not want to see the picture of Jacob and me.

I shivered. Clenched my fists.

Ever since that stupid, stupid day Bella asked for a photoshoot, I haven`t been able to get Dog-boy out of my head. Even at night, when I lie next to Bella, stroking her soft hair … my thoughts wander to Jacob and his own black, unkempt hair. His sun kissed body, quivering with the muscle underneath warm skin.

I remember the fiery heat of his touch and almost stop breathing. Has it suddenly gotten hot in here?

I look to Bella, who is still hunched over the tub, using a pair of tongs to move around the developing prints.

Think, Ed, think. Panties. Yes. Panties. What kind of panties do you think Bella is wearing? Maybe those frilly ones; the pink ones with the yellow polka dots. Those are sexy, right? Yes, very.

"Edward" Bella says; she`s turned to face me "I think I let this one sit to long". I raise an eyebrow at the dark sheet of high gloss paper that my Mother bought for her.

She stares at me, as if expecting me to say something.

"Are the others okay?" I fill the silence.

She turns back and pokes them around with the tongs "Yeah. I guess I should take them out now though".

I stand up and begin the taste of hanging a piece of nylon from the shower curtain pole. Bella carefully picks up one of the papers "Can you hand me a clothes pin?" she asks. I do.

She hangs the picture up on the string, and I nearly vomit when I catch sight of the high gloss imagine of Jacob on top of me, face buried into my neck. I avoid looking at the expression on my own face.

"Doesn`t that bother you?" I ask, though I hadn`t meant to say it aloud.

"What?" Bella asks, turning as she pins another sheet up.

"That!" I hiss, motioning with my head to the pictures.

"Why?" Bella responds. The one word answer-questions are grating my nerves.

"I`m your boyfriend. You took pictures of me with Jacob practically sticking his hand down my pants!" the words come out fast, like a breath of air I`d been holding in.

Bella looks at me startled, then begins to laugh "It`s Jacob, Edward. What do I have to worry about?". She stifles a few more giggles as she reaches for another print.

I`m furious now. I grind my teeth together, open my mouth to shout something, close it, then reach for the door handle..

"NO!" Bella shouts, turning so swiftly that she nearly falls into the bathtub. I snatch her arm before she has a chance.

"Don`t you dare open that door Edward!" she says "Not yet! Just wait!". She huffs and brushes off imaginary dust "Jeeze. What`s with you today?" rhetorical question.

I can`t help it now. My eyes tear across the prints hanging from the shower rod like starving men. Each picture brings a wave of heat, and I can feel the molten spots where Jacob firm hands brushed, touched, and gripped.

I close my eyes. This is not good.

A few days later I find myself on the couch of Bella`s house, sitting alone and staring at a TV that`s turned off.

Bella is up in her room, doing who the hell knows what.

I turn my head, take in the pale yellow kitchen and pots and pans hanging into the small window-structure.

The carpet is old, a shaggy brown. I push my socked feet against it.

"Bella" I call half heartedly. I don`t think I really care if she hears.

A few moments later I hear her thumping down the stairs. I look up as she hops from the last one and strides toward me, a large smile on her face.

"What took so long?" I ask, though I don`t really care.

"I was just organizing my wall" Bella answers. She sits down next to me, bring her legs up onto the couch.

I look at her, squinting "Your wall?" I repeated.

"My photo wall" she expands.

"Oh" I say. Great, now every time I visit her at night i`ll see Jacob. As if I wasn`t seeing him enough lately. I shake my head.

"What`s wrong?" Bella asked, looking thoroughly concerned. I almost want to scream at her.

"Nothing" I answer, offering her a lopsided smile. She beams.

"Are you ready to go?" I ask next, standing up.

"Yes" she says, taking my outstretched arm.

We head towards the door; both slip on our shoes and coats and head outside to my car. A light sheet of rain is falling, but I hardly notice it.

I walk around the other side of the car to open the door for Bella, who gingerly climbs inside. After shutting the door I slowly meander my way to the driver's side. I`m not feeling much like going to school today. I get in and start the car.

It`s silent the entire ride.

When we arrive we both stay put for a few moments until I break the silent spell by saying "I`m skipping school today".

Bella looks at me, almost alarmed "Why?" she asks, bending over to look out the windshield "It`s not sunny out today".

I cringe "I`m not … feeling well" I mumbled.

Bella stares at me for a few moments, until realization hits her. Or at least, she thinks it`s that. "Oh" she says "Oooh. You need to feed?" she practically whispers it.

I latch onto the idea "Uh, yeah. That`s it" I say quickly. It`s true I haven`t eaten in a while. I haven`t had much time to even worry about my thirst though, so it wasn`t bothering me. That`s what I needed, a nice drink.

Bella smiles warmly at me "Alright Edward. I`ll see you soon then" she says, and then opens the car door and gets out. I watch as Jessica wildly runs over to her, nearly tackling her to ground.

It`s long after first class has started before I move the car again.

The sickly sweet scent of deer washes over me.

I crouch against a tall tree, peering with sharp eyes through the forest. I can hear it crunching along the undergrowth not far away.

I move swiftly, with practiced ease, weaving through trees and keeping myself silent.

The deer hesitates, lifts its lean head up and gazes around, unsure. For a moment or two I`m sure the deer will bolt, but it doesn`t. It lowers its head again and sniffs at something on the ground.

I hunch over, fangs protruding from my gums and prepare to pounce.

But I don`t.

Because suddenly there`s a lovely ripping sound and warm, sticky blood is spattered across my face.

I blink and a powerful stench overwhelms me, causing me to gag and give a dry heave. I`m glad I haven`t eaten in so long, it would have been embarrassed to have regurgitated blood all over me.

I glare at the large, wolfy figure in front of me; the deer dangling from its mouth like a chew toy; it`s large bushy tail wags back and forth wildly.

I let a snarl rip past my lips.

The wolf looks startled, nearly takes a step back, but suddenly it`s eyes harden and it takes a step forward instead. It drops the deer at my feet.

"You`re welcome, ungrateful blood sucker" I hear.

"I didn`t need any help, Dog-boy" I spit at Jacob.

He snorts and rolls his eyes.

"Sure, sure. Go ahead and bite a guy for being nice."

I`m still crouched over, fangs exposed; defensive.

Jacob notices this and takes a small step back, loosening his stance. He gazes at me.

I take note of the change in position. He`s trying to appear less threatening.

"What do you want?" I ask him harshly. I expect to hear him say something about wanting me dead, or wanting me to die and leave Bella alone; something along those lines.

I should have guessed I`d be wrong.

"You, of course"

I nearly fall over at that.

"Get the fuck away from me" I hiss, and promptly turn and walk away.

"Edward"

I don`t think i`ve ever mentioned this before.

"Edward"

But Bella can be extremely annoying at times.

"Edwaaaard"

Especially when she repeats your name. Over. And over. And over.

"Ed. Ward."

I turned my head swiftly words her.

"What?" I asked coldly.

She blinks at me, and frowns "What`s the matter with you?" she asks, hurt.

I roll my eyes, drumming my fingers on her kitchen table. She`s eating a slice of cheese pizza for dinner. I don`t even remember why I`m here anymore.

"What`s the matter with ME? You're the one calling my name over and over." I shoot her a dagger glare, then soften when I see the hurt in her eyes "What did you want Bella? I`m sorry. I`m just a little … stressed is all".

Bella`s lovely smile returns "Oh. Alright." She looked a bit unsure.

An awkward silence falls on us.

I drum my fingers against the tiled table, staring out into the night resting my hand in my palm. Bella, who has finished eating, sits staring at her lap and fiddling with something between her fingers.

"I think I`ll go now …" I murmured. Bella looks up and nods in understanding "Will you come by later?" she asks.

I nod as I stand "Yes" I answer; but my gut turns in guilt because I`m pretty sure I`m lying.

I walk down the street, a light rain pattering against my skin, against the green world. My hands are jammed inside the pockets of my coat.

I feel strange, as if my insides are moving upwards into my throat. It`s a feeling I`ve never really felt before. It`s not a bad feeling.

I swallow hard and lick my dry lips. When I lift my eyes from the ground, I notice I`m standing on the border that separates Forks from La Push. I stare out at the sand that starts not far from me. I can see fuzzy lights in the distance, shacks and sheds and cabins up ahead where the simple people of La Push rest, unaware of my inner turmoil.

I blame Bella for this. It has to be her fault. None of these thoughts had chased me before that stupid photo shoot.

Or had they?

My eyes fluttered closed and I stand for awhile, breathing in the salty tang of the ocean. I only open my eyes when I catch a new scent drifting towards me.

I can see a tall silhouette not far off, standing on La Push sand. Amber eyes flash in the darkness.

We stand, staring at one another for a while. I fight with the temptation to break the border. What would he do?

My fingers itched to feel his warm skins, to feel the trails of fire his fingers left on my own cold skin. I wanted to inhale that musky scent of his, see the flaming passion in his eyes.

I never noticed how lovely they were; his eyes.

He took a step towards me, and I felt the gentle presence of his thoughts.

"Well?"

I can feel my features breaking; I`m shaking with the desire to cross the border and smash our lips together. I want to wrestle in the sand for dominance, for leadership. I have a feeling it`ll be challenging. We both have a natural instinct for dominance. I want that challenge.

"Edward"

That does it. The sound of my name being spoken, or rather though. I snap around and run. Run fast and hard and long.

This isn`t love. This is desire.

"I`ll be waiting Edward. I`ll be waiting here, waiting for you to crawl back with your tail between your legs. I know what you want."

I spend the rest of the night in my Meadow. I lied to Bella. I wonder if she`ll notice the absence of my presence.

Was it as bad as I thought it was when I finished writing it? I haven`t proof read it. I`m lazy (I should look into getting a Beta … but I don`t write enough to get one! D: )

Did anyone think it was terribly cheesy? I tried to tone down Bella OOCness, because I know quite a bit of you were not thrilled with it. I can`t remember how Bella should act, it`s been ages since I read Twilight xD

Anyway. Dunno when the next chapter will be up. Reviews make me write fast though, I work well under pressure (: