A/N All Twilight character's belong to Stephenie Meyer

hmm...not much to say....here's 11 (12 will be up later) but on a different note..the rest of the chapters are sort of up in the air...my aunt was diagnosed with breast cancer last week so I have been down in Boca for the last few days and will be here for a while, taking her to doctors and surgery and all her other appointments. A friend of mine offered to finish the story (because she loves it as much as I do and its not fair to you guys to not finish it) so as of right now its all up in the air, but I promise, as soon as I know more I will let you all know.

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BPOV

At nine Jake knocked on the front door. Sue answered and let him in. She called up the stairs to let me know he was here. I applied the finishing touches to my makeup, then put some shoes on and hurried down the stairs. I got the curfew spiel from Sue before we left. I hugged her lightly and hurried out the door with a carefree promise to call if I was going to be late.

Jake let me choose the radio station as he drove across town. The streets were crowded with people out and about on a Saturday night. "What did you want to see?" Jake asked stopping at a red light.

I shrugged, bouncing in the seat along to the beat of the music. "I don't really care. That zombie movie looks kind of funny. We can see that if you want to."

Jake went through the intersection and turned left at the next light. "What is this?" I asked pointing at the radio.

"All Time Low, why do you like it?"

I nodded my head along to the music. "I like this song. It's catchy; makes me want to dance."

Jake laughed and sang along to the song. I listened to the chorus and snickered. It was fitting. "Cause I'm damned if I do ya, damned if I don't."

"So you want to see Zombie Land, you're sure?"

I nodded. "Hell yeah, that one dude, the one who looks like a stoner, is hilarious. And the other guy is funny, or at least he is in the previews."

Jake laughed. "You are the strangest girl," he said shaking his head.

I stuck my tongue out at him. "Why?"

"You like zombie movies, you understand football, and you don't do all that girly drama. It's awesome."

"Zombie movies fucking rock, football, well ok, blame my dad for that one, but he fucking rocks, and girly drama is overrated," I stated.

Jake pulled into the packed theater parking lot and circled twice looking for a spot. On the third pass, he found a spot and quickly pulled the Wrangler in. Together we walked toward the theater. Jake paid for the tickets and we went inside.

"So did you and Embry work all your issues out?" Jake asked as we waited in line for popcorn.

I nodded. "Of course," I said playfully. "It wasn't his fault. I might not have all that girly drama, but that doesn't mean I don't act like a spoiled bitch sometimes. The night of the party was one of those times."

Jake shrugged. "Eh, you're entitled every now and then."

"Yeah every now and then, but what I said to him was out of line. But whatever, we're cool now." I smiled up at him. He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. I almost melted against his hand. It was warm and calloused and felt absolutely perfect as his fingers grazed my cheek.

We got to the front of the line and Jake ordered a bucket of popcorn and two sodas. Loaded down with goodies we set off in search of our theater. The room was partially full, but we snagged some seats right under the projector. As the lights dimmed, I reminded myself to keep breathing as my heart raced nine to the dozen in my chest. Jake took me by surprise when he slipped his hand into mine, causing me to fumble the popcorn. I was thankful for the darkness hiding my blush as he held it for the rest of the movie.

All in all, the movie was okay. It had its funny parts, but the previews definitely made it seem funnier. After it ended, we left the theater still hand in hand. "Are you hungry?" Jake asked, letting go of my hand to unlock the car door.

"Maybe a little. Why are you?" I wasn't really hungry, but I really wasn't ready to go home yet. I got into the Jeep.

"Yeah, I could go for a burger. What time do you have to be home?"

I glanced down at my watch. It was nearing eleven. "Let me call him real quick and see if I can stay out a little later." I reached into my purse and dug out my cell phone. Sue answered sleepily and granted me permission to stay out later. After I hung up the phone I turned to Jake and smiled. "I have until 12:30. So let's go get a burger."

Jake drove to a diner down the road from the theater. Surprisingly, there were other diners. A sweet old lady greeted us as we walked in. I smirked as I read her name tag, Marge. The booths were red and black vinyl, the tables white Formica. I was grinning ear to ear as we slide into a booth in the back.

"This place is great."

"I thought you'd like it." Jake beamed, taking my hand once more.

Marge took out orders and shuffled off, leaving us to our talk about school and football.

"You should come over Sunday, watch a game," he shrugged. "Could be fun."

I nodded, beaming at him as Marge set our plates down. "Yeah, just give me a call or whatever. I'll come over."

Jake grinned and took a huge bite of his burger. "How about tomorrow? Cowboys are playing the Giants. Embry and Paul are coming over. You could come too, if you wanted."

I smiled and tried not to look too eager. There was a party going on inside my head. Every part of me was doing the "hell yeah the hottie asked me out" cha-cha. I shrugged, "I'll have to see what's going on tomorrow. Gimme a call and if I can I'll come over."

Marge came back and asked if we wanted any desert. Jake looked at me, waiting to see if I wanted anything. I shook my head no and he asked for the check. Marge set the weathered bill folder down and shuffled away.

Jake reached into his back pocket and extracted his wallet. He slipped some money into the folder and slid out of the booth. "Ready?"

I nodded. "I think so." I didn't want to go home. I wanted to get back into the Wrangler and drive all night with nothing but the glow of the radio to keep us company. For the first time in my life I wished I was older and there was no such thing as curfew.

Jake drove through the deserted streets, the radio playing softly and there was that glow. I sighed happily. It wasn't all night, but it was good enough for now.

At quarter after twelve, Jake pulled into his driveway and we got out of the car. He walked me to the front door and waited as I unlocked the door. "So, thanks. I had a lot of fun," I said softly.

"I did too. Maybe we could do it again," Jake replied.

I nodded. We both stood there awkwardly, not sure what to do next. My heart slammed against my ribs and I had trouble breathing. Screw this, I thought. I'd waited too long to do this. I stood on my tip toes and barely grazed his lips. Jake's face registered a look of surprised. "Sorry," he mumbled, "I wasn't sure if you wanted me to, uh, you know."

I smiled. "Yeah, I kinda did. Sorry, I didn't mean to be pushy."

Jake grasped either side of my face and tilted it towards his. Our lips touched, and I swear to God I saw fireworks. The way my body was acting you'd think I'd never been kissed before.

.God.

He let go of my face and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me toward him. All those nights of fantasizing about this moment didn't even come close in comparison. Jake's tongue slid over mine; he tasted like cherry coke and ketchup. I sighed softly and wrapped my arms around his neck. Inside, the grandfather clocked chimed the half hour.

I, unwillingly, broke the kiss. I was lightheaded as if I'd been holding my breath. I took a deep breath of the cold night air. Jakes eyes were hooded and sparked with desire. A tiny thrill went through me. I tripped, grabbing the storm door for support.

"Okay. So, yeah. I'll see you later," I breathed and stumbled into the house.

"Goodnight," Jake said softly.

With the door closed behind me, I smiled. Dreamily I made my way to my room and opened the door. It, my room, was trashed. All my posters and pictures had been torn off the walls, and were shredded; my clothes were tossed all over the floor. My laptop screen looked like someone had put their foot through it. And my books, all my books were ruined. The antique pages lay like forgotten confetti all over the floor. Cloud nine immediately dissipated and I came crashing back to earth at warp speed.

I sank to the floor, grabbing the pages of my destroyed books. A sob caught in my chest as I glanced at the shredded pieces. How could Leah do this to me? I seriously didn't understand. Okay, yeah, I went out with her ex-boyfriend, but he asked me. I didn't go chasing after him. Hell, at first I didn't want anything to do with him. Why would she do this? I dropped the pages to the floor and stared at them.

I shifted my leg, a piled of rubbish slid to the side revealing the picture of Renee and Phil, the one that I kept on my desk. The frame was destroyed and the picture was scribbled on. I picked it up and looked at it.

Renee and Phil's faces were scribbled over; I fingered the edges, tears welling up in my eyes. That was it. I was done with Leah, with her bullshit drama, with everything. I set the ruined picture down and cautiously made my way to bed. First thing in the morning I was going to Sue and Charlie and they were going to do something about it. That was all there was to it.

* * *

When I went down for breakfast the whole family was sitting around the table. Charlie called to me as I walked by.

"Bella, can you come in here and sit down please," he said calmly.

I swallowed hard, feeling like I was about to be in serious trouble for something I didn't do. I sat down on the edge of the seat and started at Charlie.

"Leah told me you took some of her clothes; a pair of jeans, two pairs of shoes, and a shirt. She said she found them in the back of your closet."

My jaw dropped as I looked at him. She told him I stole her clothes. And he believed her. Why was I not surprised. "I—I didn't steal her clothes," I sputtered. "We aren't even the same size for crying out loud. I'd have to gain like fifty pounds to fit into her clothes." Under the table I clenched and unclenched my fists. I wanted to fly over this table and beat the shit out of her –again.

"If anything, why don't you ask Leah about what she did to my room," I said angrily.

Charlie's eyes narrowed. "What she did to your room? What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about all my books that are now ruined because someone ripped their pages out, I'm talking about my laptop that looks like someone kicked the screen out of. I'm talking about the picture of-" my voice cracked, "the picture of my parents that's scribbled all over."

I furiously blinked the tears away. There was no way in hell I was letting that hoe see me cry. Charlie glanced at Leah. "Is that true?" he asked.

Leah batted her eyelashes. "No, Daddy. I only went into Bella's room to see if she had my stuff. Maybe she did it just to get me in trouble."

Charlie smiled at Leah. "Okay pumpkin." Then he turned to look at me. "Bella, I don't know who did those things to your room, but you have no proof is was Leah-"

"Why the hell would I tear up my own books and pictures of my parents? How stupid do you have to be," I screamed jumping out of my chair. It fell back and hit the floor with a loud thud. I stood there, breathing heavily, staring at Charlie.

"Watch your language young lady. I will not allow you to speak to me that way. As for your things. I don't know what happened and until I have proof there's nothing I can do. On the other hand, you're grounded for two weeks for taking your sisters-"

"She's not my sister," I sneered.

"For taking your sisters things. End of discussion."

I rolled my eyes and walked past the fallen chair. I couldn't believe this. The bitch gets away with trashing my room, and I get grounded for stealing her clothes. We weren't even the same size, any idiot with two eyes could see that. I was taller and thinner than her. Unless I wanted to go swimming in her clothes I had no reason to take them.

What the fuck ever, I thought as I went into the kitchen. I was no longer hungry. I opened the fridge and took out the orange juice. Leah entered the kitchen and grabbed my glass. "Thought you could steal my boyfriend and get away with it. I told you not to mess with me. Guess you're stupid like your mom and don't know how to listen."

I reached into the fruit basket on the counter in front of me and picked up an orange. I gave it a good squeeze. "Leah, I'm only gonna say this once. Touch my stuff, talk about my parents, look at me funny one more time and I'm going to beat the living shit out of you. I swear to god I will kick your fucking face in. I'm not kidding and if you think I am, just go ahead and try me," I said calmly.

Leah's face registered the softest shade of surprise. I continued, "As for stealing your boyfriend? Please. Jake broke up with you because you're a bitch. And by the way, I'm kind of bummed you never told me how great a kisser he is. I guess it's one of those things you have to experience firsthand, huh?"

Leah sputtered, her face turning bright red.

I relaxed my grip on the orange and walked past her. "Touché, bitch."

* * *

Seth helped me clean up the mess in my room. He seemed just as upset as me to see all my stuff lying ruined on the floor. "I saw her do it," he said as he tossed what was left of Beowulf into the overflowing trash bag on the floor next to him. "I'm gonna tell my mom, that I saw her come in here and ruin your room."

I sighed. "I appreciate that Seth, but do you really think she'll believe you? I mean even Charlie didn't believe it."

"Yeah well, Dad's a little, um, based, is that the word?"

"You mean biased?" I asked scooping up a handful of paper.

"That's the word that means he likes Leah better than us, right? That he treats her better than us?"

I nodded. "Yup, that's what it means. He's got a better opinion of little Miss "holier than thou", than he does of us."

"We should steal frogs from the biology lab and put them in her bed," Seth suggested as he tried to tape a My Chemical Romance poster back together.

"Don't worry about that Seth. She ripped it right in half. It's trash. But thank you for trying to fix it." On the desk next to shattered remains of my laptop, my cell phone started to ring.

"It was a lie when they smiled and said you won't feel a thing," the phone, well MCR sang. "You're just a sad song with nothing to say."

I grabbed it and flipped it open. "Hello?"

"Hey pretty girl," Jake greeted me.

"Hey. What's up?" I cradled the phone between my ear and my neck and scooped up more trash.

"Nothing much. What are you doing?"

"Cleaning my room. Leah trashed it while we were out last night," I told him. A handful of pictures went into the bag.

Jake sighed. "Are you sure it was Leah and not Seth?"

"Yeah," I said. "I'm sure."

"How do you know?"

I walked to the window and looked out. Jake was sitting on the end of his bed, his back to me. "Because he's right here with me, helping me clean it up. And he said he saw Leah come in and after I was gone last night."

"Did you tell Charlie and Sue?"

"Yes," I sighed. "They didn't believe me. Well, at least Charlie didn't. He grounded me for two weeks."

"Damn Bella, I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault she's a psychotic bitch. It's okay, though, she'll get what's coming to her. Karma's a bitch that way."

Jake laughed. "I guess that's another way of looking at it. So anyway, the reason I was calling was to find out what you were doing later this afternoon, but since you're grounded I guess it doesn't matter, huh?"

I tied the trash bag and carried to the door. I set it down next to the other two that were already sitting there. "No, I guess it doesn't. But I'm glad you called."

Across the room Seth gagged and started making kissy faces. I threw a crumbled ball of paper at him. He grinned and bent down to shove more discarded paper into the trash bag. I sighed. "Well, look I gotta get this mess cleaned up. Sorry I can't watch the Giants spank the Cowboys with you."

Jake got up from the end of his bed and walked to his window. I waved. "See you tomorrow," I said.

"Yeah, see you tomorrow."

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