((AN: Drake isn't bad. Well…okay, yes he is bad in the sense that he gave Bella alcohol and is going to…well…just read the story. But he's not genuinely bad…really, he isn't….))

Chapter 12

Drake had pushed a third beer in front of me. Somehow I was still conscious and ignored the drink. This was definitely not such a good idea as I thought at first. Deciding it would be best for me to just go back to the room and sleep this off as best as I could, I move to get up. My legs seemed to be made of jello and I could barely stand without the aid of the barstool.

"Uh, thanks for dinks, I go…home now." I slur between burps. Drake caught me before I fell.

"Maybe I should call a taxi for you." Drake asked concerned. At least it sounded concerned. I laughed unrestrained for an unusual amount of time for no apparent reason.

"Hahaha. You mizzer are hil…hil…you're funny! I be walking, my room is 12b around corner dude. Later bro!" Lightly punching him on his arm, I turn to leave. Three steps pass and the world disappears.

Several hours later

Ah, my head feels like a bulldozer repeatedly ran over my head. I can feel that I'm lying down somewhere and I'm extremely skeptical of opening up my eyes. But I think that I have to know what happened, or is happening. Opening up my eyes, I am met with a blinding light. Rapidly beating my eyes, I force my eyes to adjust to my surroundings.

What I see surprises me. I am in my hotel room and on my bed. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Looking down nervously, I'm relieved when I see all my clothes in their proper place. Leaning up I notice a figure walking up to me. He seemed familiar for some reason but I was still feeling wary.

Jumping up I scramble to the opposite end of the room. Which proved to be a bad idea as all the blood seemed to rush to my brain. Drake, I remember now, takes cautious steps up to me.

"Bella. It's okay, you passed at and I brought you back here and just stayed to make sure you were okay." His hands were up as if in surrender.

"Well…um…how did you know where my room was then?" I questioned. Ha, he wasn't as smart as he thought he was.

"When you were, uh, drunk, you kinda blurted out you're room number and even how to get there. Which isn't a good thing by the way, I coulda been some crazed serial killer or worse." He chuckled at first but his tone became more solemn and serious when he ended. So he didn't do anything to take advantage of me when he could of very easily, and for some strange reason he seemed to care about my well being.

"Oh. Right, I normally wouldn't, but well, I've never gotten drunk again." I bring my hand up to my face. Now would be a good time to shut up before I cause any further embarrassment.

"That's my fault, you just looked like you could have used it." Drake said, he was now right in front of me.

"I appreciate what you tried to do, it did help. Well, except for the massive headache." I smiled.

"I think I can help with that. May I?" He asked bringing his hands to both sides of my head. I nodded in agreement but still tensed when his hands rested on my head.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, great. I mean fine." I could feel my cheeks flush. He started rubbing my head gently. He guided me to sit on the edge of the bed and continued. An involuntary moan escaped my mouth. He massaged my head for a few more moments before pulling back.

"Hope that's a little bit better." Drake spoke with his right hand still on the side of my head.

"Yeah, it was…it was…" We both were leaning forward to one another and I completely forgot what I was going to say. My heart beat thumped loudly in my chest and our lips made contact. He wasn't fast and careless, just slow, gentle yet still needy.

We break apart and look at each other questioningly. Words seemed superfluous at this point and we connected once again. His hands came up to my shoulders and not breaking the kiss, lightly pushed me back to the bed.

Sitting back up he unbuttoned his shirt and began to open mine. All I could think was 'was this really happening?' 'was I really going through with this?' My shirt fell open and Drake backed away a little. Looking down, I realized that he saw the teeth marks everywhere. Ashamed, I quickly reached for my shirt.

"Sorry, didn't mean to freak you out. I know they are ugly, I know I'm ugly. You can go, I'll understand." I say rushed, giving him a way out that I knew he would look for. Instead of looking relieved as I expected, a small sad smile graced his face.

"I'm not freaked out Bella. And you aren't ugly. Neither are your scars, in fact I think they are beautiful, just like you." Drake said confidently.

"Excuse me, are you crazy? They are anything but beautiful and neither am I." I turn to get up but Drake stops me.

"Bella, I'm serious. Your scars show how strong you are, how courageous and how you can survive anything. And that is incredibly and uncontrollably sexy." He said in a husky voice. It seemed like the perfect thing to say, yet the kind of thing that he just came up with as if it was a genuine response.

Letting my shirt fall out of my hand, I clasp my hands around my neck and pull him back to me. It's like this voice in the back of my head is yelling at me to stop. That this is stupid and reckless and just an all around bad move. But I can't begin to understand why Drake wants me. He could have a perfect, unscathed girl but he chooses to be here with me now. With Broken Bella.

Before I know it, we reach the point of no return and I can feel the last remnants of my clothes fall away. Drake pauses and asks if I'm ready. Biting my bottom lip I whisper my response.

"Yes."

At first it feels kind of tight and painful at first but once I feel more comfortable it's like, it's like fireworks. Drake moves above me, slowly and calculated trying not to hurt me. Moaning, I get lost in the moments. After we both come to a stop, Drake falls to the side of me and pulls me in his arms. Sleep creeps up on the both of us quickly.

"Sleep well Bella." Drake whispers, stroking his hand through my hair.

Yawning, I reply sleepily, "Good night….Edward."

((AN: So. Do you hate me for this? Haha. This was like a one time thing, it's not like Bella is going to go out and be a proho now or anything….lemme try to explain. This night with Drake helped her feel more secure and confident about herself, helped her feel like she could be with Edward and feel like she belonged with him and deserved him, which she didn't feel like at all before Drake and which is why she left in the first place.

Did you notice my little play on words in the 'mini sex scene?' Haha. Well, anyways, review please! Edward POV next chapter!))