Another long wait, sorry! I don't really have access to my laptop as often anymore but things are about to change in my home for a little while so hopefully I'll be able to have some quality writing time. This chapter starts off a little more M-Rated but not by much. It's the beginning of it all though! Thank you if you're still reading, it means the world to me.

Bella writhed beneath her captor, gasping as a tongue swiped her neck and a hot, heavy kiss was left just behind her ear. Seemingly familiar hips ground against her own, creating the most exquisite friction and all she could seem to do was moan.

With a grunt, Bella bit her lip and couldn't help but chuckle. The sweaty, naked body above her stopped. Their breath mingled as their skin stuck together, slick with exertion. "What?" The woman asked, those same eyes she'd been dreaming about for months looking up at her, taunting her.

Grinning, Bella shook her head and let herself slump back down onto the bed. "We're doing this," She started, waving between them, motioning at both of their crotches, "but I still don't know your name?" Again, she laughed, but this time she was joined.

Then, in a swift movement, the woman was hovering over her once more, this time was Bella's hair wrapped around her fist and her other arm caging her in by holding onto the bedframe behind her head. Bella gasped, feeling that all too familiar heat again. "Hook-ups don't need a name, little bird." She growled in reply, leaning down and trapping their lips in a bruising kiss that-

Bella shot upright and gasped, feeling her cheeks blushing beet red immediately.

Luckily, Angela was nowhere to be seen, but still! That was the third dream like that just this week.

It was clear in that moment that Bella needed to get over whatever her thing was with this woman. After all, wasn't she dating Angela's friend Becca?

Sighing, Bella dragged her hands down over her face and groaned. She'd never had feelings like this before. Sure, things with Edward had been intense to begin with, but she'd honestly never had dreams like that about him. Plus, with him, it seemed to be more about the mystery than anything. Part of her had hoped that being engaged to him would bring back some of those old feelings, but if anything, she was resenting him and herself for what they had done.

Without another thought about Edward, she decided to hop in the shower. Of course, as soon as she was in there, all she could think about was her being in there too.

Bella scrubbed herself clean, actually mad at herself. She was annoyed that she couldn't seem to get a second of thought that didn't involve this mystery woman. Who the hell was she anyway? Part of her wanted to ask Angela, but she could bear to hear the words "Who? Becca's girlfriend?" come out of her friend's mouth, so instead, she decided not to ask.

Deciding that she needed to take her mind off things, Bella decided to call her mom.

Naturally, Renee picked up on the third ring. "Bella!" She all but yelled. Her mom was always excited to hear from her.

Smiling genuinely, she sat on her bed in her towel and held the phone to her ear. "Mom. Hey. How are you?" Great, did she actually sound that awkward?

Alas, her mom clearly didn't notice. "Oh, honey, it's so great to hear your voice! Ugh, I know you're busy, I know, I just miss you! Okay, okay, how are you? How are your classes? Tell me about everything. How about boys? I know that you and Edward are it, you know, but you're allowed to look!" And just like that, Bella was home again. There was something about the way that her mother rambled that put her at ease.

Sighing, she lay back. "I'm good, mom." She replied.

They spoke for a good hour or more before Renee had to go, but it was great. Bella, it seemed, really had needed to just had a pointless, mind numbing conversation about nothing for a while. That was something that her mom was always good for.

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"Hey, Angela." The tall, tattooed woman greeted, pushing a chair out for the new arrival with a smile.

With an equally kind smile, Angela took her seat and appreciatively took a long sip of coffee. "Thank you so much for meeting up with me, this class is kicking my butt." She admitted, placing her work on the small table.

The two young women immediately got into it, talking about each little aspect of the work over their coffees.

It wasn't until an hour later that Angela's phone rang. "Crap, sorry, just one second."

"No worries." The other woman replied, waving her off. "I'll grab us both another drink."

Glancing at her phone, Angela saw that it was Bella. "Uh, I'm actually good thanks. I have a feeling this is my call to go home." The two of them chuckled as Angela answered. "Bells, hey, what's up?"

The other woman, to give her her due, sat silently and looked over Angela's work. For all intents and purposes, she was doing a great job of acting as if she couldn't hear the phone. Angela appreciated it.

She was, however, right. The call was Bella asking if she wanted any of the dinner that she'd just made. "Okay." She said once the call was ended. "Sorry about that. My friend wanted to know if I was coming back for diner. Do you mind if we call it a day?"

Naturally, the response she got was a smile and the shake of a head. "Of course not." The other woman answered honestly. "I gotta ask though," She began as Angela stood up, sheepishly scratching the back of her neck. "Your friend. What's her deal?"

Angela smiled. There it was. She knew she hadn't been blind this entire time. "Oh, you mean Bella?"

The other woman nodded. "Yeah. I just- she's weird. Not bad weird, but like, have I upset her or something?"

"No!" Angela quickly yelped. "No, uh, I think she's just a little embarrassed about the drink thing still. Oh, and the vomit thing."

They chuckled quietly together before the woman nodded and stood, helping Angela to pack her things to leave. They decided when they'd meet next before parting ways. The whole way back to the dorm, Angela felt a hint of guilt, but more than anything? A sense of excitement. Bella had been in a funk for so long since Edward left after her birthday, then he just shows up and they get engaged before she goes off to college? As a good friend, it didn't sit well with Angela that Bella just didn't seem happy with all of these things, so hey, she was just trying to help!

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That evening, as Bella and Angela ate their dinner together, there was something of an awkward air around their room.

Angela felt guilty for talking about Bella to her study buddy, but why was Bella feeling so weird?

If only Angela had known that Bella, during a half hour nap, had had yet another wet dream about that same study buddy. She worried at this point that Angela could read her face like a book, but more than that, she worried what she would do about these dreams. She knew as well as anyone that dreams were leftover thoughts that had to be dealt with, so what? She had to what, deal with this hot stranger who simply wouldn't leave her head? Crap, that sounded scary.

Well, whatever the case, Thanksgiving was in just over a week, so she could go home and not worry about any of this. She didn't have to worry about handsome strangers, guys in her class that looked like James, whatever the hell Victoria was up to. None of it. Only, she would have to worry about Edward. What the hell was she going to tell him? Hell, maybe Alice had been watching and he already knew.

So, not the longest chapter in the world, but the longest one here somehow. I've got this fic planned very loosely, I'm just trying to flesh things out. As always, please please please leave me a review and make my day, but if nothing else, just thank you for giving me and this story a go, hopefully you're enjoying it so far! I'll try to get CH6 up within a week or so but it'll depend on a bunch of other things, thank you for sticking with me though!