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Jacob's POV

We were walking up the driveway of Delilah's house. I was so happy she had finally admitted she was falling in love with my I almost forgot what had just happened with Bella. I can't even describe the scene I had walked in on. Bella and Delilah standing in the middle of the road glaring daggers at each other, around then a whirl of winds. Delilah must not have known she was casting winds around them, and I wasn't going to worry her more by telling her. Good thing that stupid leech was there to take Bella away. I couldn't understand why all of a sudden she wanted to be around me. When Edward came back she completely forgot about me. Still after all that was happening, I couldn't hate Bella. I cared about her still, but I don't think she realized I could no longer be there for her whenever she needed me. Delilah came before her now, just like in Bella's mind Edward came before me.

We walked into Delilah's house and into the living room where my dad and Daniel were watching a baseball game. Bandit ran over and jumped on Daniel.

"Damn dog, off the couch. How was your hike honey?" Daniel asked Delilah.

"It was good dad," she said. "Jake and I are going to watch t.v. in my room ok." Daniel and my dad eyed each other.

"Okay Dells," he said smiling. Those guys are really twisted. Delilah led me up the stairs to her bedroom. I had never been inside her room. It was humongous. It was pink and purple. It had a huge king sized bed in the middle of the right wall, a drawing desk in the left corner, and doors that led to a balcony.

"Wow," I said amazed. "This place is huge." I glanced at a door in the left side of the wall, it was creaked open a little I could tell it was a bathroom.

"You want to see my favorite part?" she asked giggling.

"Sure, sure," I said, still taking in her massive room. She grabbed my hand and led me through the bathroom door. The bathroom was pure white with a Jacuzzi bathtub and shower. She opened another door and pulled me in, we were standing in her closet. It was huge, it looked like a closet off MTV's Cribs. Her closet was about the size of Billy and my room put together. Two walls were filled with two rows of hanging clothes, another wall was all shoes, and the fourth wall was handbags. There was an island in the middle with drawers all around it and a huge jewelry case on top.

"Wow," I breathed out.

"Do you like it? I picked everything out myself. It was probably the most fun I have ever had. My other houses have good closets, but this is seriously every girl's dream closet."

I couldn't say anything. I just looked at her. I suddenly saw the worry in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, I am flaunting it. Come on well just- I am so sorry Jake. I didn't mean to I just-"

"Hey calm down. I am not mad, I'm just surprised is all. This place is bigger than my room." I pulled her too me. She instantly relaxed in my arms.

"I'm sorry Jake. I am seriously not used to- well um-"

"Not used to being around middle class people?" I finished for her.

"Yeah," she said quietly. "Something like that. I swear I don't think I am better than anyone because of my dad's money."

"I know that babe," I said. I knew Delilah loved her possessions, but I also knew she could survive without them.

"I have been raised with all this stuff my entire life. My parents seriously screwed me up by giving me everything I wanted, but they did teach me not to let it possess me. My dad is super modest and my mom was the same way, I try really hard to be its just hard sometimes."

"Dells, seriously so you have money so what? Even if you were poor I am positive you would be just as stuck up and annoying." I said with a laugh. I pulled away from her and started touring the closet. Everything in it looked to expensive. I came to a corner that had all puffy dresses and on a shelf underneath them were a row of ballet shoes.

"You do ballet?" I asked. She walked over to me.

"Ummm yeah," she said uncomfortably.

"For how long?" I asked. I wanted to know more about her life.

"Since I could walk pretty much. Its um well its kind of my thing," she said while straightening out some shoes on a shelf.

"Do you still dance?"

"Yeah, I-well-we uh see my dad- he-" she looked so cute when she stuttered.

"Spit it out Dells," I laughed.

"We kinda of sorta have a dance studio in the basement. My dad's idea not mine. I hardly use it. He had this whole thing about how the only place to dance in La Push in the community center. I tried to talk him out of it, but you try telling that man no." She has her own dance studio. How good was she at ballet?

"Dells, how serious are you about ballet?" I asked. She looked at me biting her lip.

"Um well Julliard serious I guess. Well I was before….." she trailed off. I immediately thought it had something to do with her mom's death.

"Before your mom….." I said quietly.

"What? Oh no my mom had nothing to do with it, I mean she got me into ballet but I didn't stop because of her. No it was a plague by the name of Adrian. I was stupid enough to let him consume my life. I only quit like four months ago. I have begun dancing again a little bit."

"Why would he be able to stop you from dancing?" I wanted to know.

"Well I first got serious about ballet when Adrian and I first got together. He was so supportive and he loved the fact I was a dancer, he said it added something extra when we- uh ANYWAYS I quit dance to spite him. I had never seen him so mad when I told him I quit, well besides kissing you in front of him." she was blushing by the end of her story. I felt a pang of jealousy when she almost mentioned her and Adrian's sex life. I absolutely hated the fact some other guy had touched her before me.

She must have picked up on my jealousy because before I knew it we were engaged in a battle of the tongue. I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around me. I set her on the island in the middle of the closet and proceeded to kiss her jaw line down to her pulse point. I sucked and nipped at her neck, leaving my mark. She moaned and trailed her hands down my chest and up again. I could feel my erection growing. She used her legs to bring me closer and we both moaned when my erection brushed her inner thigh. I made my way back up to her lips and sucked her bottom lip into my mouth. Our tongues began fighting for dominance again. I slid my hands up and down her sides each time getting closer and closer to her breast. She groaned in annoyance before taking my hands and placing them over her breasts. I squeezed them roughly and was awarded a moan. She began kissing at my neck, while her hands made their way under my shirt.

"Fuck Dells, do you know what you do to me?" I groaned.

"I think I have a bit of an idea," she said against my neck before she cupped my penis through my pants. I let out a growl. She began stroking my penis and I was fighting the urge to take her right there. "But," she whispered. "Our dads are right down stairs so we should probably go down there." She then kissed me roughly then pushed me away and hopped off the island.

"You are such a fucking tease," I said trying to hide my erection. She looked at me innocently.

"That Mr. Black, is not even a half of the teasing I can do," she smiled. I shook my head but smiled at her. I fucking love this little tease.

"You will pay for this later," I assured her.

"Looking forward to it," she said. Then turned and walked out of the closet, with me trailing right behind her.