A/N: Here's the 4th chapter. We're almost out this bitch. By the way, if you catch any repetitions, it's on purpose and for creative, reflexive means. I know what I'm about.

Enjoy.

4.

now I got nothing to hide
come tear me down

The following morning, Saturday, word broke out that Emmett Cullen—the star quarterback of the Spartans—had been attacked by a bear near school grounds. Principal Greene had no idea what to do with the school (and entire town, really) in so much emotional distress. He ended up cancelling classes the following week and making Thanksgiving break extra long just for the hell of it. Maybe if they turned the school off and turned it back on, things would be okay again.

Leah had woken up early out of habit despite knowing it was Saturday. It had become harder and harder for her to sleep these days. She didn't want to be alone with her thoughts, so she called Jacob, who picked her up in a matter of minutes.

"What are we gonna do?" she asked him even though she called him.

"Whatever you want."

They ended up at the coffee shop in Forks, which was really just a diner. They weren't the most original seniors in school, so they shared the shop with a good portion of their class. Leah guessed it was just a Saturday in Forks kind of thing. For a moment, Leah thought she saw Rosalie, but she decided she was just tripping. Then Rosalie scooted into the booth next to Leah, and Leah was already mentally finished before this could all begin.

"Thanks for the invite, assholes," she said to them. She managed to look even more stunning than the last time Leah saw her. Her skin was glowy and flawless. Her lips were glossy. Her hair was even shinier. She looked like a dream and even more. She looked like a superhuman.

"You look nice, Rose," Jacob said while Leah was too busy gawking.

"It's officially Thanksgiving break," she replied. "We should all be happy about that."

"We're only on break because the school board is a fucking wreck," Leah reminded her. "Since your boyfriend got killed by a bear."

Rosalie shoved her a little too hard. Leah could already feel the bruise forming. When the fuck did Rose get so strong? She thought back on how she effortlessly beat the shit out of Bella and Edward yesterday in the cafeteria.

"He's not my boyfriend," Rosalie specified. "Or he wasn't. He was just a boy toy. Boys come and go."

Jacob gave Leah a look. Leah gave him a look back. They were all silent.

Leah and Jacob looked down at their menus. Rosalie peeked over at Leah's.

"What are you thinking of getting?" Leah asked her.

"Oh, I'm not hungry."

Then why are you even here?

Somehow, Rosalie got the hint that she wasn't the center of attention right now, so she got ready to leave.

"Dipping already?" Jacob asked her.

"Yeah," Rosalie sighed. "I've got some things to take care of. I better not interrupt you guys' date."

Jacob didn't deny it. "Okay," he told her.

"See ya," Leah said.

Rose didn't even wave goodbye.

Leah's friendship with Rosalie suffered over the long Thanksgiving break. They didn't have much in common anymore. Being with Rosalie wasn't the same. It actually scared the hell out of Leah to be around her, and she wasn't sure exactly why. Rosalie had always been intimidating—intimidatingly smart, intimidatingly beautiful, intimidatingly outspoken—but now, she was just downright scary. And, anyway, Rosalie wasn't Leah's only friend. She was her best friend and the only person who really got her, but she wasn't the only one.

While Jacob was still as stupid as any other boy, he was there for Leah. He was so boring and used to doing whatever that he didn't have a choice but to be there for Leah. When he got sick of Quil and Paul and Embry—which was getting easier these days—he never got sick of Leah. She was good company and they were the most comfortable people they knew.

But still, Leah felt something missing with the same old Rosalie. Or maybe she was outgrowing her. Maybe she'd never know.

The next time that Leah spoke with or even saw Rosalie was the Monday after Thanksgiving, in homeroom. Rosalie looked the opposite of how Leah last saw her. Her skin was sickly pale and had slight breakouts around her cheeks. Her hair was limp and dull. Her lips were chapped. She looked skinnier. Her eyes were dead and with purple circles underneath them. She looked like a zombie.

"Are you alright?" Leah asked near the end of the class period.

"No!" Rosalie said brightly, just to be an asshole. Then she rolled her eyes. "I feel like how Bella Swan looks."

"Ew."

"Fucking ew."

"Well, at least you look better than her," Leah said.

"Obviously, Leah. My corpse would look better than her."

At least Rosalie's ego was still intact.

The bell rang, and the girls walked to Leah's locker during passing period. Taped across the rows and rows of lockers leading to Leah's were a bunch of papers that said things like, "Pray for Forks" and "Stay strong, Forks."

Rosalie ripped down a handful of them, and she could hear Kim from down the hall yell, "Hey, we worked hard putting those up!" Rose just stuck up the finger—without turning around, of course—and kept going.

"Holier-than-thou bullshit," Rosalie muttered, stuffing the papers in a nearby trashcan.

"No one wants La Push to stay strong, though," Leah said as she put in her locker combination.

"Of course not," Rosalie agreed.

"Well, okay, no," Leah corrected herself, changing out her books. "Delinquent V is speaking out a lot on what happened."

"Who?"

"Delinquent V. Quil. The guy who wrote a song about you and performed it at my party."

Rosalie snorted. "'Rosa-lye, you're divine,'" she quoted.

"'Mighty fine,'" Leah continued. "He's doing a lot for La Push, though. Really spreading the word and the facts. Maybe if someone was paying him to begin with, he'd donate to the tribe."

"Is no one giving him credit?"

"Duh, no one's giving him credit," Leah replied. "He's a dropout, remember?"

"Quil's kind of cute," Rosalie said, smiling with pursed lips.

"Could you contain yourself for once in your life?" Leah asked.

They both already knew the answer to that one, though. When Leah looked into Rosalie's dead, hungry eyes, she was worried about if Quil was going to be the next teenage boy in the county to disappear.

When Jacob and Leah got to his house after school, Quil and Paul were already there. They just chilled on the couch, watching some sport on the static television set.

"Do you guys not have houses of your own?" Jacob asked them, setting his backpack down on the floor.

"Your dad let us in," Paul said, getting up from the couch and walking around Jacob and Leah to the kitchen.

"Then where is he now?"

Quil didn't take his eyes off whatever he was trying to watch on the TV. "He went to hang out with Chief Swan."

There were moments where Leah suddenly remembered that she and Bella weren't so separated. Jacob was the link between them. Forks and La Push never felt smaller than in a moment like this one.

"Damn, Jacob," Paul said as he peered into the refrigerator. "Y'all don't have no type of food in here."

"That's 'cause your bum ass eats all my food!" Jacob retorted.

Paul leaned back with wide eyes and both of his hands up.

There was a sudden knock on the front door, which was surprising. Anybody who was good friends with Jacob and Billy Black knew they could just walk right in—the door was always unlocked.

Jacob swung open the front door, and it was Rosalie. She had skipped lunch, so this was the first time he'd seen her all day. He was taken aback by how gross she looked compared to the last time he'd seen her.

"Take a picture, dickhead," she said bitterly, shoving past him to enter the house, effectively knocking him into the doorframe. "It'll last longer."

"Hey, Rose," Leah greeted her uneasily, leaning against the wall in the living room.

"Hey, baby girl," Rosalie replied. She waved at Paul and Quil, who both waved back, clearly in a daze. Even when Rose looked ordinary, she still had it. ("It" being her ego.)

"What're you doing here?" Leah asked, trying not to sound accusing.

"I just wanted to see," she said, turning to Quil, "if Delinquent V here would wanna play my song for me later. I was thinking about it earlier, and it's really sweet how you did that for me."

Quil stared up at her, faltering as he looked for the right words. "Uh—um—yeah, sure. I mean, yes. I can do that for you."

Rosalie smiled. "Good. Come by my place at five, okay?"

She could ask him to jump off a cliff in that voice and Quil would still say yes. He nodded, and Rosalie promptly left the house soon after that.

"What the hell was that?" Paul asked as soon as she was gone. He was still standing in the kitchen, but his head was in the pantry now.

Quil was rolling on the couch, fist-pumping the air. "I don't give a fuck," he said excitedly. "I'm gonna play my song for Rosalie Hale later."

"I can't believe she just came up here and asked you out," Jacob said. "She's always been straightforward, but I didn't think she'd do all that."

"What did I tell y'all?" Quil asked. "She wants me. She's been wanting me."

Leah rolled her eyes. "Alright, Quil."

He hopped off the couch. "I'll catch you guys later. I've gotta get ready for my date."

"She said five," Jacob said. "It's three fifteen."

Quil practically ran towards the front door. "Don't worry about it."

"Wait up, Quil," Paul called. Then he tossed a can of pineapple juice to him. "You're gonna need this."

"Okay, get out of my pantry," Jacob told Paul.

"Say no more, say no more." Paul left the kitchen and followed Quil out the house. "I'll see you guys later."

"What, do you have a date with Rosalie, too?" Leah asked.

"Nah, there's just no food. See ya!"

And then Leah and Jacob were alone. They got their backpacks and sat down at the dining room table, ready to do homework.

"If I didn't know Quil and Paul since we were all in diapers," Jacob said, "then I would definitely think they're scrubs."

"Oh, they're definitely scrubs," Leah assured him. "No doubt about that. But they're our scrubs."

"Sure, sure."

They were silent for a little while as they started their homework. Jacob worked through Hamlet, and he watched Leah silently suffer through AP calculus. Her face was scrunched up as she stared long and hard at her textbook. She ran her eraser across the graph paper. When she finally realized what she was doing wrong and got through the problems, which took a while, she carefully set her pencil down and looked up at Jacob.

"Yeah?" he asked her, turning his attention back to Hamlet so it wouldn't look like he was staring.

"What are we?"

"We're whatever you wanna be."

"You know I don't mean that."

He set the paperback play down on the table. "What do you mean?" he asked her.

"Did our kiss mean anything to you?" While Leah felt like a year had passed since they'd kissed, it really hadn't been that long. It had only been a few weeks.

"Of course it did, babe," he said.

"Yeah. Right."

"What?"

"Then why didn't you say anything to me about later?" she asked. "Or at least before you made out with Rosalie at my party?"

"Oh, is that what this is about?" he asked her.

She nodded.

"Lee, we were drunk," he said.

"We were all drunk," Leah countered. "I didn't go and make out with Paul, or Quil, or Embry, or—"

"Okay, fair," Jacob interrupted her. "But you know I don't like Rose like that. It didn't mean anything."

"Your timing was really fucking off," Leah said bluntly.

Jacob sighed. "I know. Well, I'm sorry, and you mean a lot to me."

"I do?"

He put his hand up to her cheek and brushed some strands of her wavy hair behind her ear. "Yeah," he said. "I'll show you how much you mean to me."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." And then he leaned in to kiss her for the second time. He was a lot braver this time around, but he must have passed some of that on to her, because soon enough, Leah asked if they could go to his bedroom.

"Are you sure?" he asked her.

She needed a distraction. This would be it.

She nodded. "Yeah," she told him.

Once Jacob took her virginity and came in twelve seconds, Leah decided that she really hadn't needed the distraction. In his cramped bed in his cramped room in his cramped house, Leah laid with Jacob, who seemed so pleased with himself.

"Were you a virgin?" she asked him, as if it wasn't obvious.

He had his arms wrapped around her and he nuzzled his face into her collarbone. "Yeah," he murmured.

But who am I to judge? Leah asked herself. I was a virgin, too.

Leah decided that making out with Jacob for half an hour and actually having sex for twelve seconds had been a distraction—not a very good one, though—but she didn't want a man to ever touch her again. Sex was sweaty and gross and not at all worth the hype. Also, his dick was too big for her and she could already see herself walking bowlegged for the next couple of days despite the short amount of time he'd spent inside of her.

She peered over at his digital clock. It was six o'clock. Fuck this, she thought.

She got out of his arms and quickly started to redress herself. He shifted over in his bed and looked at her. "Leaving already?" he asked.

"My mom needs me to start dinner," she lied.

"Need me to walk you out?"

She buttoned up her jeans and slipped her shoes on. Then she went over to the bed and kissed him briefly. "I'm good," she said.

"You sure?"

No. "Yeah. I'll see you tomorrow."

"See ya."

Leah's house was just down the road from Jacob's, so she took her time walking. She was as bowlegged as she thought she'd be, and while she didn't resent Jacob, she just felt… wrong.

It was already pitch black outside, and Leah slowly grew increasingly paranoid. She kept hearing far away crashes and animal noises. At one point, she thought she heard footsteps. She turned around, but there was nobody there. When she turned again, she saw glowing yellow eyes staring at her from one of the surrounding trees. She turned away, but then she saw a dark, catlike figure jump from one of the trees and into another one.

Leah booked it home, and when she finally entered the house, she locked the front door. She ran to her bedroom and slammed the door behind her. She pressed her forehead to the wooden door, hearing herself breathe.

You look like a crazy person! she told herself. Calm the fuck down. You're just being paranoid.

She turned around, and Rosalie—clad in her usual pajamas consisting of a three-quarters sleeves shirt, booty shorts, and legwarmers—was lying in her bed with a box of pizza. She was glowy again, with shiny hair and clear skin and glossy lips. Her blue eyes were even bluer. Her curves were even more defined. She looked the exact opposite of how she'd looked at school, and it freaked Leah out.

"Hey, baby girl," Rosalie greeted her.

Leah, wide-eyed and terrified, fell back into her door. "Rose, what the fuck?" she screamed, on the verge of tears.

"Chill out," Rosalie said, rolling her eyes. "God, I know some people don't like pineapple on their pizza, but you don't have to be so damn dramatic."

"I'm not hungry," Leah said sternly.

"Rude," Rosalie said, putting the pizza box on the floor next to the bed. "Come sit down."

Leah stared at her dubiously.

"I won't bite, Lee-Lee," Rose said. "I missed you."

Leah sighed and sat down on the bed. "What in the actual fuck has been going on with you?" she asked. "I wanna hear it all. No bullshit."

Rosalie smiled wryly. "I was hoping you'd say that."

"Well?"

"Okay, baby girl, listen. Remember your birthday party and the fire that broke out and all that shit?"

Leah blinked. "Yeah, of course."

"I was super fucked up, and I was just trying to find Emmett so I could get out of there and go home. I ended up running into Columbine—I mean, Edward—and Bella. I don't know who the fuck invited them, but they were like, 'We can take you to Emmett, come with us,' and my drunk ass went with them. They took me up to this fucking cliff where they tied me up to a tree and basically tried to sacrifice me to Satan."

"What?" Leah asked incredulously.

"Just listen. Anyway, they were sacrificing me so they could 'rule over the school' or some white shit. They stabbed the shit out of me with this knife and when they thought I was dead, they threw me over the cliff like I was garbage. Anyway, so they fuckin' tried it because I'm not dead and they don't rule shit, obviously."

"Why aren't you dead?" Leah asked. "They basically killed you."

"I feel like somewhere in the fine print of their stupid little spell, there was something about the person they sacrifice having to be a virgin. They fucked up there."

"Wait, you're not a virgin?"

"Freshman year. Big mistake. I don't talk about it."

Leah just sat there, wide-eyed.

"What is it, baby girl?" Rosalie asked softly. "What do you wanna know?"

"If you're not dead, but they killed you… then what are you? A vampire or something?"

Rosalie rolled her eyes. "What do I look like, Twilight?" she asked. "But no. I'm not a vampire. I'm super fast and strong and hot as long as I keep eating boys. I'm kind of the shit."

"It was you?" Leah asked quietly. "You're the person eating all the guys in town?"

"I mean, yeah," Rosalie replied easily. "I don't what I am, but I'm here. In fact, I'm probably just oppressed."

"Possessed," Leah corrected her.

"What?"

"You're possessed. Not oppressed."

"Then I'm that."

"Rose, you're killing people," Leah said.

"No," Rosalie replied, mocking Leah's tone. "I'm killing boys."

"Oh, so they're not people, right?"

"You should know this better than anyone, baby girl. Boys ain't shit. Boys are stupid. Boys are disposable."

Leah knew Rosalie wasn't wrong, but she was still a murderer. Rosalie, her best friend since elementary school, was a murderer. She'd always been brutally honest, a bitch, a classic bully, and pretty much high school evil, but now she was something much, much more powerful than the both of them.

She was actually evil.

"I don't know what to do," Leah said quietly to herself.

"You don't have to do anything," Rosalie told her in her calm, sultry voice. "If anything, baby girl, I just want things to be like how they used to be between us."

"You're possessed by a demon," Leah said bluntly.

"I mean, yeah, there's that, but I still want what we have to be the same."

"I don't think that's gonna work. As long as you're killing people—"

"Boys," Rosalie corrected her. "They're just boys."

"—As long as you're killing boys, then I don't think what you want is going to work."

"Leah," Rosalie said softly. "Look at me."

Leah looked up, her eyes wet. Rosalie brushed her hair behind her ear and cradled her warm cheek in her soft hand.

"You know me, right?" Rosalie asked her.

Leah nodded. Despite everything that was going on, she still knew Rose better than she knew herself.

"I always get what I want," the blonde reminded her.

Leah wished she could fight her on this. She really did.

"And what I want," Rosalie continued, "is to have a sleepover like we used to, when we were little. We always shared your bed. I liked that. You remember that?"

Leah just nodded again.

Rosalie bit her lip as she brought all of Leah's hair to one side. She gently combed her fingers through her wavy, dark brown hair. Her red fingernails lightly grazed Leah's collarbone, giving her goosebumps.

"Are you scared, baby girl?" Rosalie whispered.

Terrified, and you know that. Leah didn't say anything.

"Come here."

Then Rosalie brought her lips up to Leah's. She kissed her softly at first, playing relatively nice as she kept her hands in Leah's hair.

Leah kissed her back, and it was almost as if she'd been waiting for this moment. Why did Rosalie have to get possessed by a demon all for this to finally happen?

Rosalie broke away for a moment, and Leah's eyes were still closed. Leah then opened her eyes and leaned forward, lying down with Rosalie on top of the bedspread. Her hands traced Rosalie's silky thighs as they kissed, and Rosalie ran her hands along Leah's arched back, underneath her shirt.

Leah moaned against Rosalie's lips, and then she realized what she was doing and nearly jumped back.

"Oh my God," Leah said, coming to her senses and hopping off the bed. She stood up, running her hands through her own hair.

Rosalie bit her lip and sat up in the bed. "You're tingling from your head to your toes to your clit, Lee-Lee," she said teasingly.

Leah really was tingling from her heads to her toes to her clit, but she wasn't proud of it. "Get the fuck out of my house," she commanded Rosalie.

Rosalie's eyebrows furrowed and her jaw dropped. "Wow, you fake-ass bitch."

"Me, fake?" Leah asked. "Me?"

Rosalie gestured to the pizza box on the floor next to the bed. "I bring you this whole-ass pizza—I mean, yeah, I had to finesse it off Quil, but still—and I'm all ready for a sleepover and then you just—"

"Wait," Leah interrupted. "You had to finesse the pizza off Quil?"

Rosalie nodded. "Mm-hm," she replied. "For some reason, he ordered a pizza when I just told him I wanted to hear his stupid song about me. Sucks for him, though, 'cause I'd already eaten his guts by the time Seth came over. I love Seth. But, yeah, I knew I had to bring a pizza for my baby girl even though regular food does nothing for me."

"You killed Quil?" Leah demanded.

Rosalie rolled her eyes. "No, I just sat there and listened to the local SoundCloud rapper Delinquent V mispronounce my name for three minutes."

"Get out!" Leah yelled. "Get out of here!"

"Could you fucking quit it with the screaming, Leah?" Rosalie asked.

"You're a psycho," Leah said. "Leave. Get out."

"Fine," Rosalie said. "But I'm just looking out for you like I've always been. Remember that."

And in an instant, she was gone.

A/N: I'll try to update soon.

Thanks,

HS