AN: OMG! You guys are great. I was so excited to see so many reviews. You guys really like Bella and Jacob together. I feel so bad now. This is the last chapter and I'm going to miss writing it. I'll probably write some more outtakes, but another sequel hasn't evolved in my cranium just yet.

Don't own Twilight, don't own Bad Reputation. Give it up for Stephenie Meyer and Cecil Castellucci.

Chapter 12—So . . . So . . . ?

We laid there post coitus for a few minutes. The euphoria had settled within me as our bodies glistened in sweat. We had taken our time and I had forgotten again about the awaiting parent outside.

Jacob leaned over to kiss my cheek. "I got to go." He got out of my bed and began putting his Levis on.

I turned toward him slightly jolted. He retrieved his Hanes and stuck it in his pocket. "What? Why?"

"Are you kidding? It's been forty-five minutes. Your mom probably has steam coming out of her ears. Besides, I have a hot date tonight."

I sat up quickly. "With who? Heidi?"

He smiled. "No. Lara."

"Oh." The name sounded so familiar. I leaned over to the other side of the bed to grab his shirt and gave it to him.

He sat on the bed tying his Converse, when he whispered, "I'll cancel if you want."

"No," I said instinctively. "I'll probably be grounded for the rest of my life. You go enjoy yourself." The words came out hollow. My face drooped downward. I couldn't even look at him.

I felt his gaze for a moment. "Okay. I'll talk to you tomorrow." He got up and left the room. I could hear him descend the steps and exit the house. My body still buzzed as I knew what I must do now.

After about ten minutes I was dressed and outside beside my very quiet mother. Her hands spread out over her bulging belly.

"How long?" she uttered.

"Excuse me?" She wasn't even looking at me.

"How long have you two been doing that?"

"A while, but not since we broke up," I answered honestly.

She nodded. "Do I have to ask about everything?"

"No." I sighed then continued. "We always used protection and it isn't just a . . . sex thing. He's the only one I've been active with. Please don't be angry. I really love him."

She looked at me. Her tone raised in volume. "You know about the risks. You think you're in love—"

"I know I'm in love," I interrupted.

"You're seventeen!"

"So is he!"

"Exactly. Couldn't you have waited until college? You'll be more mature. Then you could handle a sexual relationship and the emotions that go with it."

I felt overwhelmed. Everything seemed to come crashing down. I never meant for any of this to happen. This year started off being perfect and now I was alone dealing with a hormonal pregnant mother who had been expecting me to hold her together. "I'm sorry if I disappointed you, Mom," I sniffed. Tears started rolling down my face.

Her hand slipped into mine and she gave a gentle squeeze. "You were only thinking of yourself. That's what it does to you when you're not ready."

"What?" I questioned.

"Let me ask you something. Who initiated what happened upstairs while I waited?"

I kept silent.

"See, you're selfish."

"How can you be sure it wasn't him?" I spoke defiantly.

"Because that boy's father is a detective and he knows I could kill him and get away with it."

"I'm not selfish," I mumbled. I got up from my seat and headed back into the house.

"I'm not done with you young lady," my mother called out.

I felt my tears flow. I could feel my face redden and as I tried to catch my tears, I noticed the blacken smudges on my hand from my ruined mascara. What had my face looked like when I went out to see my mother? I rushed to the bathroom to wash my shame off my face.

I paced my room. I kept thinking about what my mother thought of me. As my meditation circulated, it changed to ideas of Jacob dating. He was going to be seeing someone else tonight. Someone I didn't know, but I felt I recognized the name. It wasn't a very common name.

Lara sounded close to the name Lauren, but Jacob would never date Lauren Mallory. He couldn't stand her. So who was this Lara? I thought.

I decided I needed to get there. I wanted to see her, size her up. And while I was there I guess I could maybe stop the date. I opened my window and climbed out onto the ledge. It looked really high, but there was a tree branch close to the ledge. I went back inside and changed to something appropriate for tree descending, yet flattering enough to keep Jacob's eyes on me. I put on my tight black jeans. They were covered in horizontal rips along the whole leg, so if I ripped it further during the climb down, no one would know. I put on a black top and stuck a few makeup essentials into a backpack shaped purse.

I took a deep breath and climbed out of the window again. It's now or never. I will definitely be grounded now. I reached for the branch and prayed I wouldn't fall. I had second thoughts about my boots; they didn't give me much control over my footing, but I needed to go. At any point my mother could find me. I made it to the ground unscathed and dashed to my car.

I parked the car badly and applied my makeup in the mirror. I needed to be perfect. I wasn't even sure he was still home. It took me so long to dress and get down the tree. I saw his Harley by the garage, but he didn't use his bike with dates other than me. I quickly got to the front door and persistently knocked. Maybe his mom or sister could tell me where he went.

To my surprise, Jacob opened it.

"Hey," he said with his face illuminated.

"You're still here. I thought you might have already gone."

"Gone where?"

"On your hot date. Aren't you going?"

"Oh yeah. I'm on it." He pointed to the Playstation. "Isn't she gorgeous? This game is really addictive."

I walked over to the flatscreen and saw the game paused on a figure of a female in a white tanktop and black pants. She was in the middle of doing some athletic maneuver to avoid some obstacles. The game cover on the coffee table read "Tomb Raider."

A small light went on in my head. "Your hot date is with Lara Croft?"

"Yup. Why? Were you jealous?" he chortled.

A smile escaped my lips. "Maybe a little."

"Maybe a lot?" he suggested.

I nodded reluctantly. I felt warmth in my thumping chest as he stepped closer to me. His soft lips pressed against mine as I felt his hand caress my face. The familiarity washed over me. I should have never let Jacob go.

His mouth moved to my ear. "You know when I kiss you, it's like I could breathe again," he whispered.

A tear slipped down my cheek and his thumb wiped it away.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"I miss this."

"We just slept together earlier—"

"No, not that. This . . . us. I miss the feeling you will always be there for me. I blinked and everything changed." More of my tears flowed. I was glad this time I was wearing waterproof eye makeup.

His fingers brushed my loose tress off my face. "I told you I was there. I just needed the time to get over the shock. I didn't know you weren't. I swear."

I already knew this, but this time I believed it. Things were different between us. Time had passed and things changed. "Jacob, can we just go back to where you worshipped me?" I asked, a nervous giggle added to the end.

He smiled with complete seriousness. "I never stopped."

I put one arm around his neck and the other followed to give him a hug. "I love you Jacob. I always loved you." I heard his audible sigh as if he wasn't previously sure. "I don't care if my mother thinks I'm selfish."

He chuckled at the out of the blue statement. He pulled away to face me. "Why would she think that?"

"It was part of her lecture. It doesn't matter."

He held my gaze for a moment. "Oh. I have something for you." He went to the steps. I followed and we ended up in his room. I saw the same picture he had of us in his wallet framed on his night table by his bed. I felt my heart melt down into my butterfly-filled stomach.

He bent down beside the said table and pulled something out of the drawer. When he turned, I saw it was a maroon ring box. My stomach insects shoved my heart back up my chest as they flew to the rhythm of its rapid beating.

"It wasn't expensive, but I think you'll still like it." I held my breath as he opened it.

It was a ring made of some silver metal setting. It held a polished stone I was unfamiliar with. "Um, thank you?" I wasn't sure what to say.

He laughed slightly. "It is a piece of our rock, the boulder where I used to kiss you. I broke a chunk off and had it made into a promise ring. You wanted something that made me think of you and I know this will make you think of me."

"A promise ring?"

"Yeah." He took the ring and placed it on my ring finger. "I promise to be there for you, no matter what shock you throw my way. I will always come back, because I can't be without you. You're my rock girl."

I smiled and pulled him into me for one of his best kisses ever.

*0*

When I got home, I discovered my mother was so angry about my sexual indiscretion and from my disappearance. She channeled it into finding my father. No one wanted to give this irked pregnant woman the run around and my father's company fessed up the number to the main lab where my dad and the pharmaceutical engineers had been held barricaded voluntarily until they came up with the solution to the medicinal problem or died trying. My dad was glad to have the excuse to come home. He was getting sick of seeing their faces. He was already on his way to the airport. As soon as he was home, I was going to hear the full Sex-Ed lecture.

So that's my happy ending—well until my dad gets home. My mom already informed me, I was grounded until graduation.

AN: Well? That's it. How did you like this sequel? Like I said before, I've grown fond of my characters and I'm sorry to see them go too. Let me know what you think. Review, review and review.

If you guys have any ideas on more, send it my way. I'm already brewing a Demetri finds them together outtake.