BPOV

It was no secret at school what happened between me and Jacob. Mainly because later that day I had logged onto face book, and he was on, he had uploaded a new video earlier that morning. I clicked it to watch. Call me a stalker but I had to know what it was.

It was terrible, the video had been taken with the video recorder he got for his birthday, he clicked it on and started to record, it said.

"If any ladies are watching this, I want you know something, I'm now single," on the video he moved the camera to focus in on his bed, I could see him leaving his room. I noticed the bottom of the video was taken Friday night at 11pm around the time that Jake and I had sex. A moment later, I saw me and Jake entering his bedroom, another moment and I was giving him oral, another moment we were having sex.

He filmed it, and put it online. I paused the video; I was watching myself in a porn video that he made of me and him…

I checked how many times the video was viewed, it got over 300 views and about 200 people commented on it a few said,

"DIZAM! SHE GOT ME HARD!"

"Can i have some?"

"Bella, I'm coming for you!"

"What a slut!"

"Hey Bella, if your reading this, I was having sex with him while you were dating"

"Hey Bella, it was a bet, and he won, I didn't think he would,"…

"Hey Bella, can you come over tonight?"

I had become a sex icon…I was all over the internet … my school mates saw this…

My life went black. I felt dizzy and faint I threw up and fell to the floor. I could hear Jacobs voice, telling me how much he loved me, memories flooded back to me the football game, the first date, the conversations that's we would have, how well he seemed to fit into my life , how much we agreed on different stuff.

He was perfect, but he wasn't a good guy.

He was perfect, but he wasn't.

I passed out all night on my cold floor, I woke the next morning with my mother on my bed, she was probably watching over me last night, I looked back to the floor and saw cleaning supplies, and she had cleaned up the mess I had made. I lifted up my head, my back aching, a pillow under my head, and a blanket wrapped tightly around me, I lifted myself up from the floor and looked to my computer the website was closed, meaning my mother probably saw the video.

I looked toward the bed where my mother was sprawled out on. I crawled up to her, I felt her waking up, I whispered,

"Mom", she opened her eyes and looked at me; she had tears in her eyes.

"Oh honey," she whispered as she replaced the loose strands of my hair into and back into their proper l places,

"Mom, I really messed," she frowned,

"I know, honey", she patted me on the back,

"I thought," I stuttered, tears chocking me,

"I loved him", she frowned again and pulled me into a hug,

"I am so sorry, that this happened, I should have seen something in him, I should have known",

She was trying to place the blame on herself, it wasn't her fault though, it was mines. I should have known, but I was blinded by the idea of love.

"I don't want to go back to school, mom." Her tears fell from her cheeks and landed on my bed. She nodded,

"I understand",

"I think I owe dad a visit", more tears fell; she knew I wanted to leave, not just the school, but the state. My father, Charlie lived in Forks, Washington. I would visit him once every few years, and stay for the summer. But now I'm thinking of a more permanent stay.

We laid there for a few more minutes before my mom got up and called in sick, I'm sure she was only staying home; to watch me, and make sure I don't do anything to myself. After lunch I decided that I would call my dad and set something up,

"Hello, dad?" I asked,

"Bella?" he asked, I couldn't blame him I hadn't talked to him in a month,

"Yeah, dad it's me, listen I was wondering, if it would be alright if I came to stay up there with you for a while", I said, stuttering my way through the words, there was a pause, awkward…

"Yeah, sure, my doors are always open, you know that, is something the matter?" he asked, I planned on telling my dad what was wrong, but I didn't know how to say it,

"I just got myself into a situation," his breathing paused,

"Did, your mother kick you out?" he said, sounding almost furious,

"No, dad. I just don't want to go back to my school, or out of my door," his breathing hiked,

"So you're okay though, right"? I breathed out and relaxed,

"Yeah dad, I'll be fine," I could hear him again,

"That's not what I asked," he said,

"I know", I could hear him sigh,

"So when can I expect you?" he asked, excitement hidden in his voice,

"Well I can fly out on Thursday and be at the airport in Seattle on Friday evening around 8.

"Alright, I'll be there Friday".

"Thanks dad,"

"No problem kid", I heard the click of his phone first, I hung up and placed the phone down on the desk, off the hook, I didn't want anyone to call.

"What did he say, Hun," mom had asked from the kitchen, she made waffles and eggs, my favorite.

"He said that it was fine, I didn't tell him though, I couldn't", she nodded and understood.

"Okay, are you sure you want to go?" I smirked, and said

"I make one stupid mistake, and was totally embarrassed in one moment", I said with tears beginning to form in my eyes,

"Alright," she said as she left the room.

It was Monday and my flight would leave Thursday evening, that means I would be in Forks by Friday night, and I could begin school on Monday morning, I just needed to get my transcripts and report cards ready.

Later that night, after my mother had gone to sleep, I decided that I would put the phone back on the hook, big mistake because a few minutes after I got a phone call, I didn't have caller id, so I picked it up thinking that it would be either my father or my mothers work calling.

"Hey Bella, can I come over"? it was him, Jake.

"Really? You want to come over after what you've put me through?" I began to have histerics,

"Hey, it was a bet, besides no one said we couldn't be friends with benefits", oh so that's why he wanted to come over, of course im sure after his last stunt a lot of the girls didn't want to have sex with him.

"Oh that's why, you wanna have sex", I asked him,

"Yeah I can be over in a few minutes," he said with lust pouring from his mouth,

"Hell no Jacob, don't bother coming here anymore",I screamed hoping my mother wouldn't wake up,

"Hey come on don't take it personal, look on the up side you were great in bed,"

"Don't come here anymore," I hung up the phone and pulled the cord from the wall.

Later that night, or more like earlier the next morning, I found myself crying myself to sleep. I will never ever let this happen to me again, no matter what! There will be no more boyfriends, no more boys that are just friends. All boys were terrible because all they want is sex!