A/N Yes, guys I did it. I changed my pen name because I didnt want people from home and school finding my stories. It's like my Hannah Montana world. Almost everyone I know calls me SeDorka and it's too personal for fanfiction. I want my readers to know me as something less familiar. So thus, I am now Lady Blackwater, which is a name I've called myself ever since I began writing Blackwater.

I dont know if Leah jinxed it or it was just women's intuition but as joked about before, Bree was a lesbian. She was gay.

My whole train of thought was thrown all out of whack now.

"So all the fidgeting and moaning in the theater? That wasn't cus of me?"

She shook her head and resisted to laugh. "No. The chicks in the movie were insanely hot and I was literally forcing myself to not began mastubating in the middle of the theater. Sorry."

I blinked at her again. "So, how long have you been...been, ugh-" my voice broke down to a whisper.

"A lesbian?" she basically yelled and I adjusted my pants as they began to tighten. All this time I'm thinking she's trying to resist me and vice versa. Turns out, she wasnt even into my species. I bit my lip in embarrassment and nodded at her.

She shrugged and played with the tip of her straw. "Since I was in middle school. Maybe younger."

"When did you realize you were gay?" Why was I curious about this?

Her lips enfolded the tip of the straw and released sexily as her tongue caressed the side of her mouth.

"I had never had an attraction to guys...or girls, really before I hit seventh grade. I went to an all girls school and one night, some guys from a visiting school decided to sneak into me and my friend's dorm. They wanted to try and do some thing with us. My friend was down. I wasnt."

Good girl.

"She was gang banged by four sophomore guys and I just watched. And it was at that moment I realized that I wasnt impressed by the size of their cocks or the amount of cum that they ejacualted. It was the confidence and fearlessness of my friend that turned me on. The way her lips were shaped, and how her hair flowed and how her...arousal filled the room."

"I realized that I didnt want some dick. I wanted tits, vagina, long hair, and lipstick. I wanted a fucking Barbie Doll."

I applauded her drive. "Have you ever had a girlfriend?"

She chuckled. "Of course."

"Have you ever fucked any of them?" I was almost shocked at how blunt and nosy my nerve was.

Her tiny grin slid slyly under her nose as she leaned in and withered her voice to a whisper, making her already intense eyes go deep with sultry and lust. The heat of her face made goosebumps crawl up my arms.

"I dont fuck. I make love. And even if I did fuck, a true lady never kisses and tells."

That left me wondering; this girl was a mystery.

Even as we ate our meal and laughed over little stuff, I still had the distant thought in the back of my mind if Bree had ever tried things with a guy.

I saved that thought for another night and after buying her another chocolate milkshake, we headed home.

When we pulled up to her house, she had a pleased expression on her face. I knew I could show her a good time.

"Have fun?"

She put a lock of hair behind her multi-pierced ear and nodded. "Actually...yeah." She sounded surprised.

"Told you."

"In fact, we should do it again."

Well that's one small step for the tough lesbian, I thought to myself and kind of smiled at her. "Oh, really?" I knew I could get through to her.

"Yeah. I never really thought that a guy and a girl could actually get along the way we do. Like as friends without it being weird."

"Well you're a lesbian so..."

She laughed. "Yeah, but still. We're like-"

She turned to me in excitment and punched my shoulder playfully. "We're like buddies!"

I dont think I could actually handle the amount of adorableness that was stored inside her little hundred pound body. "Buddies?"

"Of course. Doesnt that sound nice?" she unbuckled her seat belt but didnt make an attempt to exit the car.

"Yeah, it'd be nice to have a real friend." I mumbled as I thought about the guys I hang out with back in La Push. Were they really my friends? Or was I forced to associate myself with them cus we were all dumbass jerks who played football. Did I really know those guys? Did they know me? To be perfectly honest, my only friend was Leah. Now Bree.

"I never really had friends, let alone real friends," she hung her head and twiddled with the same lock of hair she pushed behind her hair earlier.

It was bad how I could see that being true. "Care to explain?"

She exhaled deeply then nipped her bottom lip sheepishly. Her eyes drooped to her boots in sadness of a memory.

"Well I did have friends but according to them, I was suddenly a different Bree just cus I was a lesbian. One day, we were best friends and when I decide to tell her the truth. . .I'm suddenly some freak. A stranger."

I waited for her to finish.

"Ignorance took over and they automatically assumed just cus I was gay, I was attracted to them. It's whatever now cus I'm good by myself anyway. I've always been independent."

I could believe that actually. "Who do you look up to then?"

Her brown eyes shot up to look at me in wonder. "Nora."

Taken back, I blinked in shock. "Really?"

"She's a smart and strong woman. She's the only one who understands everything. When I first came out about my sexuality, she was the first person I told. My parents are just-"

Her voice died along with her interest to continue the conversation. "Never mind."

I groaned. "We've gotten this far in the conversation. No need to stop now."

She lifted her head to greet me with watery eyes. "You saw what happened yesterday night. My stepdad hits my mom. My mom takes it. I cry about it. They dont give a fuck. My mom is a fucking homo-phobe and my stepdad is too drunk all the time and they're both too caught up in themselves to notice I still exist."

"Why dont you do something?"

"What the fuck can I do?"

"Speak up."

She ran a hand through her hair. "I'm fine being ignored. It's only a matter of time before I get smacked upside the head."

Pain struck across her face and I knew what I was about to say was gonna screw somethings up. But it was worth a shot to try.

"Bree, let's go back to my place."

Her right brow rose in suspense. "I have curfew."

I used her words against her. " I thought they were too caught up in themselves to notice."

She grimaced and look from the house to me. "Alright," she hummed, matter-of-factly. "We can finish this conversation later but right now I kinda wanna lay on your bed."

I started the engine and grinned at her. "You're cute."

The drive home was quick which was unusual for a Saturday night in California. The real challenge we faced was getting Bree in the house without Nora noticing. Nora would have an absolute fit if she found out about me bringing a girl home after curfew, her sexual orientation not even being a factor.

But Bree was worth it. I really didnt want her to leave so soon cus she reminded me so much of Leah.

For some strange reason, Bree and I found the hilarity in everything when we pulled up to the house. I 'shhh'd' her multiple times as we crouched at the front door. I peeped into the window to see Nora in her sweats watching some film. I couldnt tell if she was asleep or not.

"Ok, so we gotta be as quiet as possible. Take off your boots cus they'll squeak on the floor."

She did as told and bit her lip to keep from giggling. "What if she turns around?"

"She wont. I'll distract her and you run."

I twisted the knob and slowly pushed it open, the creak loud through the house. Nora's head stayed forward to the TV as I took the first steps in.

"Hey, kid. Have fun?" she asked and took a sip of her drink. My heart began to pound. Something about the risk of getting caught made everything funnier.

My teeth chattered with the resistance to chuckle. I extended my hand to Bree and she took it carefully. "Uh huh," my answer was muffled.

"You take Bree home?" Her attention was one hundred percent on the television.

"Yes," I snorted and directed Bree to the stairs. She tip-toed for a few seconds but booked it when I instructed. She sat on the foot of the stairs, out of Nora's peripherals and covered her mouth to muffle her laughs.

"Good, what'd you guys see?"

I shrugged and kept contact with my friend as I backed into the kitchen to quickly grabbed two sodas and a bag of chips. "Some chick flick."

"Hmmm," she hummed uninterested. I kissed my nana on her cheek all the while side eyeing Bree. She was watching us carefully, awaiting a signal to go upstairs.

"Goodnight, Nora."

"'Night."

"Love you."

"Love you too, kid."

And with that, I led Bree up the stairs, our laughs filling the hallway.

"That was good," she was fighting for breath as we high-fived in triumph. She threw her shoes to the side and I tossed her a soda; she caught it one hand and set it on my dresser, before plopping onto my bed.

"Home sweet home," she exhaled as my laughter died and I logged onto my Facebook, only to stalk Leah's profile.

"I wanted to ask you something."

"Shoot."

"Since you like girls, I gotta say Im curious who your celebrity crush is."

Just as she opened her mouth, I stopped her. "And dont say Gaga cus that's too obvious."

She shut her mouth slowly and thought for a second, making those faces that almost all girls make when they're in deep thought. "I got a thing for Amy Lee. Ya know, the lead singer of Evanescence?"

Oh, yeah. That's right, I thought and remembered Bree's strong infatuation with her when we first met. I knew more than I thought.

She sat Indian style near the edge of the bed. "What 'bout you?"

I thought for a minute. "Ugh, Keke Palmer. She's hot."

She nodded in approval. "She's cute. Anyone else?"

"Eh, not really. Well as a child, I was one hundred percent convinced I was married to Carmen Electra."

She burst into a fit of giggles. "Are you serious?"

I nodded, blushing crazily. "Yup."

After sharing another laugh, I suddenly grew the balls to ask her my other question from before. "Can I ask you something else?"

"Anything."

She says 'anything' now but maybe not later. "Have you ever had a boyfriend?"

My question made her giggle some more. "Kinda."

That rose my eyebrow. "Well what I really mean to ask is...have you ever slept with a guy? Did you lose your virginity to a guy?"

Judging by her weary and narked sigh, I could tell I was in for an interesting story.

Leah POV

To free myself from any guilt and celebrate my faithfulness to my boyfriend, Rose took me to a club. I didnt catch the name of it though but it was more of a giant party under an enormous circus tent then an actual club. There were strobe lights, half naked dancers and a whole lot of alcohol so in Rose's eyes, it was a night club.

"If by the end of the night your skirt is too tight, your makeup is feeling heavy, and your heels start to hurt then you know you've had a good time," is how Rose put it.

I wasnt proud of it but she had to flash the bouncer for us to gain entrance, which I thought was unnecessary. I could have easily sat at home and eaten some ice cream to celebrate. When I entered, Just Dance was playing over the insane stereo system and I could already tell it was gonna be a good night. Her boyfriend, Emmett met us there and I wasnt gonna lie, he was a good looking fella.

The first few dances were fun cus Rose was sober. After a few drinks and music, she lost her cool. She was one of those friendly drunks that wanna be lovey-dovey and best friends with everyone. I loved her for it but I hated having to babysit her. Emmett took her out back to get some fresh air and I stupidly waited at the bar, trying to get in touch with my boyfriend.

Hey babe :)

To: Jacob 10:54pm

As I waited for him to text me back, I wondered how mature I looked sitting here at the bar in my tiny skirt and six-hundred mile long heels. Did the bartender know I was only eighteen and wasnt even old enough to be in this club?

Obviously I mustve looked old enough because creeps far too old to even consider the idea of clubbing were examining my body with their hungry eyes. Their stares feasted upon the fresh, exposed, and young flesh of my thighs, legs, arms and chest. In all honesty, it freaked me out. Rose loved and lived off of this kind of attention but I hated it actually. My body belonged to Jacob and it was for his eyes only. It baffled me as to how I could have ever gave myself to Carlisle for something so simple like a good grade. I knew better.

wuts up?

From: Jacob 10:56pm

I grimaced at the dry text.

how was the movie tonight? whatd u see?

To: Jacob 10:59pm

My foot tapped on the stool to the beat of the song impatiently. Oh, what I would give to grind mercilessly on Jacob in the middle of the dance floor to get all these creepers to stop staring at me! I eyed them all back and a few winked only to receive my disgusted twitch of the lip in return.

"Hey, sweetie," the female bartender called to me. I turned to stare at her but my attention was being drawn toward the drink in front of me. She pushed it towards me and pointed down the bar.

"A drink courtesy of the gentlemen down there," she informed me and I followed her finger's direction.

My heart seemed to drop right into my stomach as his honey blonde hair came into my vision. I cringed. Fuck.

"Thanks," I mumbled to her, took a sip,-not too familiar with the flavor-and hopped off the stool.

I stalked towards him, furious and by the shit-eating grin on his face, he mustve found this hilarious. I wasnt amused.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I shouted over the music.

"I have a life out of teaching, ya know."

I growled at the professor and his casualness. If Rose saw the two of us talking, she'd be so disappointed.

"There are hundreds of other places in Washington and you had to come here?"

He shrugged.

"Did you follow me?" I accused in fear and he only rolled his eyes at my logical assumptions.

"I cant lie. I couldnt wait till Monday. I had to see you," his arms were suddenly around my waist, pulling me towards him, hands descending to my ass. In a panic, I pushed him right off.

"Carlisle, I have a boyfriend," I snarled at him and he simply laughed.

"That didnt stop you before. Why do you care about him all of a sudden?"

Now I was pissed. "Because I love him and I'm done hurting him. Besides, youre married."

His expression was beyond entertained. "You're a teenager. You dont know what love is." His sultry whisper crept into my ear slowly and I hated that I loved it. All the while, I still found the strength to push him off. I've had enough. This was over.

"Stop!" I screamed at him, my blood boiling, hating myself for subjecting my body to this. "This ends now!" His amusement quickly turned to aggression because as I turned to walk away, his grip on my arm spun me towards him, making our eyes meet.

"This. Ends. When. I. Say. This. Ends," he promised through grit teeth and a harsh tone.

"I started this. I end this," I protested, somehow allowing his arms to rub onto my shoulders.

His chuckle was menacing. "How quickly you forget, Leah. I hold your grade in my hands, at least that's what you told me."

Fucking damnit to hell, shit, fucking slut, bitch, whore motherfucking, my body was screaming at me. He knew his victory when he examined the defeated look on my face.

We made a slow and casual travel through the sea of drunk people towards the back of the club. My heart began to race and I felt the urge to puke. Was this really happening? Had I really become this?

Just when I thought I could shake his addictive being, he has to get me hooked again. I couldn't resist him as he locked the door to a backroom that consisted of a sofa, love seat, hot tub and a bathroom. I couldn't resist his sweet lips as they began to kiss me gingerly along my face, jaw and collarbone.

As badly as I wanted to, I couldnt push him off anymore or beg him to stop. Half of me didnt want him but yearned for Jacob to come and rescue me. The other goddamn half liked this touch and wanted him to continue.

How did I go from making sweet love to Jacob on his bed to being fucked senseless by my unfairly irresistible professor in the backroom of a night club?

I muttered Jacob's name repeatedly till we both came but he left a trail of kisses all over me before I had had enough and pulled away to get redressed.

"You know what I love most about you, my Leah?" he chimed in my ear with much satisfaction.

I snapped. "I'm not your Leah. Unless your name is magically Jacob Black, I'm not yours." My lip began to quiver.

He seemed taken back but nonetheless, still happy. "That's it. That's what I love most about you. Your nerve."

I blinked at him. "When did you stop caring about your wife?"

His laugh echoed. "Nice try, Leah."

Did he hold no guilt?

Why was I his enemy all of a sudden?

Whilst getting fucked, I didnt even realize Jacob had texted me back.

A/N :O