A/N OMG Ya'll think so lowly of Jacob.! Have some faith. ;)

Three things were running through my head when I returned back to my dorm.

First: I had just cheated on my boyfriend.

Second: I just fucked my professor on top of his desk.

Third: Where the hell was Rose?

That last thought was a tablespoon compared to the gallons of fuckery that was the first two situations.

Based on the events that occurred tonight, I was one hundred percent sure that I had lost my motherfucking mind. My feelings were mixed on everything, really.

Like, I felt bad about cheating but it was all worth it considering Jacob was fucking some other girl and I had the accidental misfortune to hear. For those few hours, Dr. Cullen was subsiding the pain I was hiding inside. Up until now, I had kept in tears.

I didnt wanna believe Jacob was cheating on me. I didnt wanna be sad about it, either. I didnt wanna be like Nessie and act completely devastated and feel the need to hop into bed with the next decently hunky guy.

Which was exactly what I did.

Where the hell was Rose! I needed to talk to somebody!

My cell suddenly rang from inside my pocket, and I rushed for it, praying it was Rose.

Jacob, the screen read.

Decisive about answering, I swallowed all my guilt like I did Dr. Cullen's semen.

My finger brushed over the green phone icon and I pressed the speaker button. "Hello?" my voice shook with remorse.

"Baby," he sighed. "Look, Im sorry about before. I didnt-" he groaned. "I didnt mean to jump to conclusions earlier."

My jaw was glued shut.

"Im sorry that I yelled and accused how I did. I'm just worried that Im gonna be replaced. I know you'd never cheat or hurt me on purpose. I shouldve known better."

Biting my lip to keep from telling him the truth right there, he continued. "And earlier, I wasnt with another girl. It my was just. . ." he sighed as if he were sucking up his pride. "I was watching some porn, and I wanted to hear your voice. I was, um...er,-"

"Yes?"

"I was. . ." He mumbled.

"Huh?" I removed my shoes and chucked them into the closet.

His voice grew with gruff. "I said I was. . ."

"Jacob, you're gonna have to-"

"I was masturbating cus I missed you, alright? Jesus Christ," he grumbled in frustration then quickly added, "Lord forgive me."

Exhaling deeply, I slumped right down to the floor and landed on my ass with a loud thump.

"Jacob," my breath was gone.

"Yeah?"

A strange heat lingered over my nose, ears and neck and was quickly spreading to my cheeks as if I were start crying. I didnt have the sense or need to cry but my body was sure enough producing tears and the sad part is that I didnt even feel anything. I just cheated on my boyfriend and I didnt feel a thing. He didnt even cheat on me? He was watching porn?

"Im sorry about earlier." And fucking Dr. Cullen.

"Me, too."

My face practically burned now. "Can you forgive me?"

"For?" Fucking Dr. Cullen.

Biting my lip, I responded slowly. "Can you just forgive me? Please?"

He seemed hesitant for a second. "Yes, but can you promise me something?"

"What?"

"Promise to never find someone else. Someone who can do things better then I can." His fragile voice rung out in the empty room, creating an echo in my ears.

At that moment, I had the urge to chuck my cell across the room and pray that it'll shatter into a million pieces to represent the mass destruction that I had turned myself into.

"Jake, you know no one can do me like you do." Except Carlisle Cullen.

"You say that now but what's gonna happen later? I dont wanna lose you."

I connected the phone to its charger and stared at the ceiling. "There's no one better then you."

He seemed to chuckle. "Promise?"

"Cross my heart."

He let out a sigh of relief and I pictured him plopping down on his bed. "You're the most amazing girl I've ever-"

Blushing and my face on fire now, I had to stop him. "Im not, really."

"Oh, but you are," he teased and I felt his smile light up.

"You never had a real girlfriend before me. How would you know Im the most amazing when you've only had me?" I suddenly went defensive. Why was he praising me? I was a fucking slut.

That stumped him for a few minutes. "Maybe it's cus I dont need anybody else."

My cheeks boiled in anger. Stop being so perfect, goddamnit!

Before I exploded, he spoke again. "Lee, I have to go but I'm gonna text you later, ok?"

I nodded dumbly and face palmed myself. "Yeah, sure."

"I love you, Leah."

Oh really? "I love you, too."

And with that, we mutually hung up and I wanted someone to slap the shit out of me.

The door knob clicked and twisted, revealing Rose on the other side. "What's up, bi-atch?" she greeted me nonchalantly.

Eyeing me funnily, she caught onto my somber mood. "What's wrong?" she plopped onto my bed.

Rose was the closest thing I'd ever had to a best friend and we usually told each other everything. She never told anyone a single secret of mine and I knew in the back of my mind, I could trust her.

Or maybe it was best to keep it to myself cus even telling Rose would be a risk. Carlisle had whispered, "our little secret," and I had to honor that. But I should be able to at least vent, right? It was my idea anyway. Carlisle could get in some big time trouble but who was Rose gonna tell?

Here goes nothing. . .

"Ok, but you cannot tell anyone-" I began.

"Duh."

Over the course of a half hour, I spilled my guts. I confided with all my heart, beginning at the possibility of failing Dr. Cullen's class to me and Jacob's fight and to the events that occurred about an forty-five minutes ago.

She simply blinked at me and cocked her brow in deep thought.

"Wow," was all she muttered as she sat up to cradle my pillow in her arms.

I nodded my head in agreement, that one word reflecting on everything that's happened.

"This thing between you and Dr. Cullen. . .is it gonna be-"

I shook my head, already knowing what she was asking me.

"Are you gonna tell-"

Another head shake.

"Wow," she repeated and I hung my head in shame. I've been a bad girl.


Jacob POV

Nora had sent me out on a mission back to the studio because she forgot some art work or something.

Now that I had fixed things with my babe, I was in a more chipper mood then before so I didnt complain about having to leave the house.

I was taken back when I pulled up to the entrance because the inside was still lit. It was a little after closing so this was obviously strange.

I was cautious as I went to open the door but gasped when the front door was already open.

"Hello?" I called out as the door swung behind me. Stupid Jacob, that's always what the dumb teen says right before the murder comes out to slice his ass up.

There was a light shuffle of papers from the very back and reassurance washed over me when a teenager with a grimace stricken face and a pencil in her hand emerged from the dim light of the back room.

"Oh," her nose wrinkled, and she turned right around on her heels.

My eyebrows lifted. "Well, hi to you too."

She caught onto my sarcasm, sighed and spun herself back around. "I didnt mean it like that."

I shrugged it off and my fingers did a crawl through my grandmother's front desk drawer for whatever she forgot earlier. I didnt wanna meet her eyes for some reason.

"What are you doing here?" she questioned.

I shut the drawer and and went on searching everywhere for this artwork. My good mood was slowing fading.

"I could ask you the same thing," I shot back and peeked inside a closet filled with paint.

She messed with a scrunchie on her wrist as she answered me. "Nora said I could come here whenever I wanted. Your turn." Sassy, I noted.

"Well, Nora sent me here to find some artwork that she left here but for the life of me, I cant-"

The girl crept away, back into her abyss and I was left there just looking stupid. When I thought she wouldnt come back, she returned with a manilla folder that was labeled, Winter,on the front with thick, black Sharpie.

"Here," she handed it to me, looking beyond annoyed. "This is probably what she's talking about."

I graciously took it, resisting the urge to stick my tongue out at her; I was getting the feeling that she just didnt like me.

"Thank. . .you," my grit teeth growled.

She rolled her eyes as did I and made my way towards the exit.

The gentlemen in me made me suck up my pride and turn around to introduce myself.

"I'm Jacob, by the way." I leaned on the door and slightly pushed it open, stick my foot out casually.

The teenager rose her brows. "Y-y-you're Jacob?"

I nodded and took notice of the sudden grin she had on her face. She seemed amazed by me out of the blue and it was getting awkward for me.

"Yes."

She did me over with her eyes a few times and I felt as if I shouldve done a 360 so she'd get the whole view.

"Hmmph," she squeaked and aimlessly began to sketch on a sheet of loose leaf.

I had to ask. "And your name would be?"

Her huge brown eyes blinked once in confidence. "Bree Tanner."

That name lingered on my lips the whole car ride home. Bree Tanner; Little Bree Tanner with the curls in her hair and sass in her mouth.

Ok, so now I knew her name. What's next?

It would be nice to know why she didnt like me.

Did I have a huge stamp on my forehead that read, "Im a complete asshole, please dont like me?" I didnt think I came off as a jerk but maybe it's a chick thing with being insecure and assuming all guys are jerks.

When I finally rested my head on my pillow that night, I found myself thinking about Bree Tanner and not my beautiful girlfriend.

A/N Show of hands. Who wants a Black Leather sequel?