A/N I'm SO FUCKING SORRY that I havent been updated Baby Doll: Part 2. I didnt know that this story would be so long cus when I was writing it, it seemed a lot shorter. Once this story is finished, BDPt2 will be my main priority. Till then, please enjoy this story. :)

Lost, I made a slow gait back towards the bar, trying to recap what just happened.

Carlisle was crazy.

It was all my fault. If I had never suggested the idea to him, I wouldnt be in this mess. If I had studied instead of drooling all over my professor, I might actually have a satisfactory grade.

Fuck my logic form before: I'm a fucking cheater.

Somehow I held my emotions together long enough for Emmett to sober up his girlfriend and take us back to the college. By the time we were at our dorm, I was just about ready to die.

And the worst part of it was even after I texted Jacob back, he didnt respond. I missed him so fucking much and Thanksgiving break was only a couple weeks away. Only a couple more weeks till I get to wrap my arms around him and kiss his lips. I missed his presence.

Speaking of Jacob, I wondered how his chick friend date thing went.

Actually to be perfectly honest, I wondered what she was like. What's her name? Was she pretty? Did Jacob find her pretty? Why would he make such a big deal about me making a big deal about him going out with a girl who he claims was just a friend?

I covered my face in shame of the memory of me reassuring Nessie that Jacob and I were just friends. Jake and I both knew it was a lie cus just the night before, we were naked in each other's arms as he confessed his love for me.

But Jacob never liked Nessie. She was just there as his play thing that was present and pleasing when it was convenient for him.

Just like I am with Carlisle.

Jacob wouldnt cheat on me.

He's gone through too much to ever return to his old ways. He promised me I was his one and only. He gave me a fucking ring, goddammit.

I cleansed my body of anything Carlisle and got right into my pajamas. I wanted to die. Literally, just have everything in me shut down and die. I made a promise to myself this moment on, I'd quit Carlisle. I'd shake off his being and free myself from him like he was the devil.

Deciding that I was thinking too hard, I crawled into bed, nude, and tried to forget everything that's happened with a well earned good night's sleep.

JACOB POV

"Before I start, can you promise you're not gonna judge me?"

"I've no room to judge, Bree."

"Still. It's a little embarrassing."

I shrugged. "You dont have to tell me if you dont want to."

As coyly as possible, she hid her face behind her hair. "I trust you."

That made me feel complete; accomplished. All I wanted was Bree's trust. "Good."

Her ivory cheeks surfaced pink as she toyed with her rings as I waited for her to begin.

"I've had boyfriends before. I can't say I was ever really attracted to any of them but nonetheless, I dated them. Mostly cus I was insecure about being a lesbian and I didnt want people to know just yet."

"They were cover ups," I concluded.

"Exactly. The best part about it was that boys came onto me and I didnt have to work hard to get them."

I can see that being true. Bree was a hottie.

"Of all the boyfriends I've had-" her teeth pressed softly on her lower lip. "There was this one guy that thought he could change me. We had been friends since elementary school and we grew up together. Turns out he had liked me for the longest time and since I'm a nice person, I went out with him when he asked me."

"That was, ugh-nice of you."

"Yeah, that's what I thought but I was so tired of the deception and lying so I finally told him the truth. I told him I was a lesbian cus I felt as if he deserved it. He was my friend and I didnt wanna continue bullshitting him cus he was falling so in love with me."

"You said he tried to change you. What does that mean?"

Bree's eyes drooped towards the floor, back up to me, then off to the side. She was embarrassed.

"Like I said before, you dont have to tell me."

She brushed it off and shivered. "It's fine."

It took her a few good minutes to get herself together. I wish she didnt feel as if she had to tell me.

"What had happened was. . .he, ugh. . .he took me to his place and he, uh. . .he-"

Judging by the look on her face, I could infer as to what he did.

"He put some alcohol in my system and raped me." Her voice croaked but her eyes didnt water. She looked perfectly fine as she went into depth.

"He got incredibly pissed cus he thought I was lying to get out of the relationship so he forced some vodka down my throat, took me to his bedroom and he said if I screamed, he'd kill me."

Her sereneness was putting me on an edge, making me was wish she hadn't told me.

"That didnt stop me from trying to escape. I didnt," she scoffed and began to pick at her nails. "As he was forcing himself in me, he was vowing that once he was through with me, I'd love boys. He came really hard inside of me and afterwards, he acted as if nothing happened. He cuddled me and called me his 'one and only.' There went my virginity.

"He said if I told anybody, that'd he kill me and like a simpleton, I believed him and kept my mouth shut. The next day, when I went to break up with him, he was gone. His house was empty and there was no sign of his family anywhere. I asked my friends but they hadnt seen him. He got away with it."

The final piece of the puzzle. "Where do think he is now?"

She shrugged and flipped her hair carelessly. "A year later, there was a rumor going around that he was arrested for robbing some bank up in LA so my best guess is jail...or dead."

I swallowed. "Bree, I'm sorry."

She snickered. "Why are you sorry?"

"That's pretty intense."

"Don't be sorry. It's my own fault."

I shook my head in disagreement. "It's not your fault that some fucking idiot couldnt take the truth that you didnt want him an-an-an-and it's not, it's not your fault. You like who you like. You cant control that and it's ugh...it's not your fault," I was stuttering over my own statement.

The edge of her mouth curved in delight. "I'm over it," she waved her hand to the side as if to brush the memory away.

Was it a guise or that's how she truly felt. "Really?"

"It was like three years ago, Jake. Time heels all wounds."

I called bullshit on that. If she was over it, she wouldnt have such a hard exterior and she wouldve let me in from day one. We wouldve been friends a long time ago.

"Have you been in a relationship since then?"

"Of course. I told all my friends about me being gay and once they ditched me, I dated all the girls I wanted. I slept with majority of those girls," she shrugged shamelessly.

My goodness, she was the female me.

"What was the longest you stayed with any of those girls?" I wondered, genuinely curious as to how alike we really were.

She had to think about it. "I'd say a good four months. The rest were booty calls."

Holy fuck, my twin. "Wow," I muttered. "We're more alike then I thought. When was the last time you had sex?"

She clicked her tongue a few times in thought. "August. It's been a while. You?"

My face flushed when I pondered me and Lee's last sexual encounter. "Last month."

"Not to get in your business but how is your girlfriend in bed?"

Oh, lord. Trying to explain how Leah was in bed was like counting stars or stapling water to a tree. Just thinking about it made me all kinds of excited.

"It's like handling a wild, erotic, untameable, feisty, sex tigress from the sex amazon," those words didnt even cover half of it.

Bree looked impressed. "That good, huh?"

"Amazing. Best I ever had." My brain envisioned Leah's lengthy legs, sexy hips and desirable taste. Fuck. . .

To kill my rapidly growing wood, I began to ask her questions. "Why dont you go to school? You're a senior, right?"

She shook her head yes. "I take classes online. Nora signed me up when she found out I dropped out."

"Hmm. Mind if I asked why you dropped out?"

Her white smile set me off as she got from off my bed and made her way to my side. It was almost a tease as her hips brushed against my arm when she circled me seductively. " 'Member how I was telling you about all those girls I slept with?"

"Yeah."

Her giggle was definitely based off an inside joke with herself. "They wanted revenge."

What? "You little-" I began but her roaring laugh rang through out upstairs. Just when I believed I figured this chick out, she came up with another mystery.

Just a few hours ago, I was struggling not to

The rest of the night went just as well as our actual date did til one AM came around. The last thing I really remembered was taking my last swig of soda then laying next to Bree on my bed, with hazy and sleepy vision. I wasnt sure if it was my imagination or reality that felt Bree's hairs and wrapped my arms securely around her waist.

"Leah," his voice was low in my ear. His kiss swollen lips traveled from my ear to my hairline.

"Hmm?" I hummed contently, eyes barely open.

"Look at the camera, baby."

The flash stung my eyes when I made a weak attempt to see what there was to see. "No."

He chuckled. "You're so beautiful." Every little kiss felt like heaven as he pecked them on my shoulder, neck and face.

I felt him ease inside of me gently and my moan echoed throughout my dorm. I found some composure to open my eyes and stare at the flash again. My giggle was deep within my sultry grin.

"Tell me I'm the best," he demanded when his hip began to rock. "Tell me."

"You're the best."

He picked up his pace. "Say it again," he grunted in demand.

"You're the best."

My skin tingled with pleasure as he rocked us both into our heart stopping climax.

A/N *insert troll face here*