A/N: Okay, I just want to make sure that everyone knows that this story is rated Mature. There's some language, as I'm sure you've seen in the first chapter, but also the possibility of sexual issues in later chapters. There might even be lemons, but that's definitely not sure.

I didn't want y'all to get all involved in the story and then be hit broadside by a later chapter that totally ticks you off. I'll warn you in the AN if there're any lemons in the chapter, so you can skip them.

Crap! Two big things I forgot! One is that I forgot to thank my over worked beta herinfiniteeyes! She has a lot going on and still finds time to look over my chapters! She even edited this one twice, lol!

The second is:

Disclaimer: All things Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer.

Song for the Chapter: "Ride" by The Vines

Chapter 2: Ride

BPOV

"Stop, Jake." He ignored me.

"C'mon Jake, I mean it," I said, kicking my foot a little bit. He just smirked at me and ran his tongue up the arch of my other foot. I had to stifle either a moan or a giggle at that; my feet were ticklish, but he was also stimulating something else.

"Bella…," he whispered his breath cold on my wet arch. "Baby, aren't you finished yet? I haven't seen you at all this month, and I've missed you." His big hands gripped my foot and started to massage it.

I sighed and fought the urge to close my eyes and lean back against my headboard. Yeah, I'd been very busy all month, but it was finals and I was a senior. If I was going into the Master's program then I had to do well on my courses. I had too many to take next semester as it was, and I couldn't retake any.

"Jake, please. I have got to study this. Today is Thursday and my last three tests are tomorrow. After that you can have me all you want, I promise. I'll move in to your room this weekend or you can move in here," I said, not looking up from my textbook. I knew if I looked into his big brown eyes I'd be done for. I couldn't resist him.

He kept massaging my foot, slowly inching his way to my ankle. I really didn't want him to stop, so I tried to ignore him and read the poems for my World Lit class. Too bad I hated poetry, but loved Jake's hands.

"Bella…," he breathed on my calf. I straightened up in bed, pulling slightly away from him. His grip on my leg wasn't strong so my leg slid through his hand. He was being so sweet and teasing that I couldn't really be mad at him for interrupting.

He worked as a mechanic while going to school part time. His finals were over, and since he was only taking two classes this semester, his load was light compared to mine. It seemed like he had to beg to see me when I had to study, especially lately.

Jacob had come to my house since I couldn't go to his. He'd shown up at my door an hour before with Chinese food and a cheesy grin. My roommates Jessica, Irina, and Tanya rolled their eyes from their spots in the den. We ignored them as always.

"Hey," I said when I opened the door. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to him, almost crushing the food between us. I stretched up on my toes to reach his mouth and felt that familiar zing when he bent over to reach my lips. I wasn't that short, just average, but he was way over six feet. I knew then it had been too long since I'd seen him.

My mouth automatically opened for his tongue without any conscious thought or any of the usual teasing prodding from him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and promptly forgot about the food, my sneering roommates, or the front door wide open for the entire world to see.

With a breathy laugh, Jacob let me go after a sarcastic comment from Irina about letting in flies.

We'd piled on my bed talking and eating Chinese, but all too soon I had to end our fun with talk of finals. Jacob begged me to let him stay, and I'd only agreed after he promised not to do what he was currently doing.

"Bella…" Jacob said again. He'd worked his way back up to my calf and was going still higher. There was no way I could concentrate on the poetry of Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. My body was once again reminding me how long it had been since I'd seen Jacob.

I swallowed my thoughts, and tried to tell my body to calm down. I swallowed the moisture in my mouth at the images my mind was conjuring.

"Yes, Jacob?" I really hoped he didn't notice how husky my voice sounded.

"Well, I was wondering…," he paused and slid his hands up higher. He was now at my upper thighs. I sighed and put my book aside. There was no point in trying to study tonight. Jacob had other plans.

"Yes?" I asked, turning my full attention on him. He smiled widely at my now empty lap. His dark eyes sparkled at me, and I think my heart skipped a beat. Yep, we were still in the honeymoon stage of our relationship, so it was perfectly fine that he could melt my insides with a look.

"Bella, how much do you love me?" Ah, so he really wanted something. Something other than what he was doing at that moment.

"Why?" I hedged. The L-word wasn't something we'd said to each other yet.

"Okay… how much do you hate your roommates?" That was a surprising question.

"You know they make my life a living hell, Jacob," I said, rolling my eyes.

"I have a solution, then. Move in with me!" He announced his plan with a huge smile on his face. He let go of my legs and sat up on the bed. My mouth dropped open.

"I know you hate it here, and I've already talked to the guys. They're okay with it if you are," he finished, smiling.

It took me just a split second to think it over.

I barely knew Jacob's roommates, the Cullen brothers. Emmett was the huge dark haired one, Jasper the tall blonde one, and Edward was the one with the unusual red hair. They sometimes reminded me of Charlie's Angels with their difference in appearance and the fact that they were quite mischievous.

In knew my roommates, however, a little too well. Irina was a know-it-all who acted or spoke first and asked questions later. She was nosy and bossy and always had to know what I was doing and with whom. Jessica was a huge gossiper who'd known every detail of Jacob asking me out before I'd gotten home that day. She got most of her "information" from Irina.

Then there was Tanya. She'd seemed really nice and sweet when I'd first moved in two years before. However, since then, she'd cozy up to any guy I brought home, whether he was a date or a friend. Pretty soon, that guy wouldn't even look at me anymore. Sly manipulative bitch.

So now, my food gets eaten, my dishes are left dirty in the sink for up to a week, and my pots and pans (once very expensive and nice) aren't even fit for a thrift store sale.

Tanya had been unsuccessful with Jacob, and her malice towards me had spread to the other bitches. I now had to lock my bedroom every day when I left and I made sure none of my stuff ever lay out within their reach.

I barely knew Jacob's roommates, but I already knew they were much better than mine.

Instead of answering him, I jumped him.

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"So I guess that's a yes?" Jacob chuckled in my ear. His arms snaked around my waist from behind me and he pulled me closer. I nodded, listening to the sounds of the night around us. My bedroom was on the second floor, right over the den. I sort of remembered the TV being turned way up at one point, but now it and the hall light were both off.

"Good. I can't wait to wake up with you every single morning."

"Now I just have to tell my roommates," I sighed.

"Fuck them. You don't owe them anything, baby. They've certainly made your life hell long enough. I'm surprised you've stayed so long."

"I couldn't afford to move out on my own, and I definitely didn't want to move back into the dorms. That sucked. I also felt kind of guilty when I thought how hard it would be for them to find a replacement willing to live in this closet." Jacob snorted in my ear.

I rolled over and faced him. I played with a strand of his beautiful dark hair and changed the subject.

"So, when can I start moving in?"

"As soon as you can," he said, pulling me on top of him and kissing me deeply.

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I knew Jacob was right. My shitty roommates had made my life hell, and worse, for too long. But now that I'd decided to move out, I felt weird about abandoning them. They needed my extra money to keep this house and no one would be looking for a place to live right before Christmas break.

Friday afternoon I got home before the other three and snuck in with my boxes and plastic storage tubs. Jacob would be over after work to help me pack and load my stuff up. If I knew anything about my roommates, it was that once I said I was leaving, I couldn't leave anything behind I wanted to keep.

I had just enough time to fix dinner for myself before they all got home from their various classes or jobs.

What I saw in the kitchen completely erased any hesitation or guilt I'd had about moving out. Cleaning was one way that I used to clear my mind in order to study for exams, and I'd spent the two days before scrubbing every inch of our kitchen.

The other three girls weren't cleaners, and it had been absolutely filthy with neglect. Final projects and exams had distracted me, but they'd just continued to let the dirty dishes and grease pile up on every surface of the kitchen.

My brand new Teflon skillets were burnt. It looked like they had used every single piece of cookware I had and then went out of their way to ruin it.

"That's great," I said to the empty house. "That's just motherfucking great." I threw up my hands and headed upstairs to pack. I didn't have anything more than what was in my room now—they'd completely trashed all my kitchenware—so it wouldn't take very long to pack it all.

Jessica was first, singing some top 40 song that wasn't really music. She went straight to the kitchen and the refrigerator. Irina came in next and I heard her and Jessica arguing over the dirty dishes.

"They're Bella's, let her clean them up," was Tanya's assessment. I hadn't even heard her come in over the sound of the argument.

Great. They were all here. Together. At the same time. Perfect.

I looked around my small room, noting the half-packed state of it. My gaze landed on my alarm clock.

"Shit. I'll never survive this." It was already 6:05, and Jacob would be there any minute with the U-Haul and I wasn't ready. At all.

I was acting like a total wimp and I knew it. I didn't need their permission to move out. I was an adult with no ties to them or a lease. Still, I only went as far as the bottom of the stairs. From there, I could tell the three my news and still make it up the stairs before they did.

"Girls?" I said. They ignored me. I cleared my throat and tried louder.

"Excuse me," I said. They all three looked up at me with blank looks as if I didn't really matter to them. "I just wanted to let you guys know I'm moving out. Tonight. Jake is on his way to help, and I'm packing. I'll get everything tonight, and you guys can keep the cookware I brought."

I waited for the outburst. The drama. The something. I didn't expect them just to continue to stare at me like I was a freak. I guess they didn't believe me. Until Jacob showed up with a few more boxes and a roll of packing tape.

I yelled for him to come in, since I didn't want to leave my spot on the stairs.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing Isabella Swan!?" Tanya finally screeched, jumping up. "You can't just fucking move your shit out on a two minutes' fucking notice, you bitch!"

I ushered Jacob upstairs to get him out of the way, and made him stay up there. This was my fight and I had to go through with it. I ignored his vibrating anger and turned back to Tanya.

"I'm leaving," I said, my voice surprisingly even. "I'm not the bitch in this house, you three are. And I didn't sign anything, so I can leave whenever the hell I want." I turned my back on her and ran upstairs. No use in even pretending I was brave enough to walk.

A few minutes later we heard a high-pitched argument out front. Irina was outside, at my car with a carton of eggs and shaving cream in her hands. She was poised to start defacing my car, but was being blocked by a little girl with dark hair.

I thought the car thing was going a little far for my soon to be former roommates, but Jacob didn't seem as surprised.

"Do you want to deal with her, or continue packing?" He asked me, disbelief in his voice.

"You deal with Irina. Who knows how long that little girl can keep from being egged? Besides, I can pack faster that you," I teased. He kissed me quickly, ignoring the tremor in my voice, and ran downstairs. I watched from the window, unable to make out everything they were saying.

Irina went back inside and Jacob turned to talk to the girl. I pulled back into the window and went back to packing.

A few minutes later, heavy footsteps announced Jacob's return. He stepped into the room and stepped aside to let the little girl from outside come in from behind him.

"Hi," she said. "I'm Alice Brandon."