Twilight has never

been mine to keep le sigh

Wish I owned Jacob

Carry out - Timberlake/Timbaland

Been thinking about you - Mario

I tried not to look too surprised as Michelle immediately began to rub up against him. It was like watching a rap video. After the second song, I decided to make a game of it and have a shot every time she flipped her hair, touched herself or made an "O" face while practically humping his leg.

He'd love that...oooh hair flip! DRINK!

I think I missed about 15 shots cause I couldn't take my eyes off Jake. He looked...happy. Ecstatic even. My heart plummeted to my feet when I realised that he hardly even looked in my direction. I snapped my fingers at the bar keep and she immediately plonked another shot of vodka on the counter with a sympathetic look. I smiled like a moron and knocked it back.

You may ply me with alcohol, lady, but you will not see me break.

I swung my head around to see Rachel mouth, "I'm sorry." I waved her off after mouthing, "Just friends."

"O" face! "O" face! DRINK!

He really was a good dancer. He wasn't going to break out the moonwalk or anything but he had serious rhythm. I wondered if what they said about good dancers and bedroom skills was true and held the cool glass to my hot cheeks. I abandoned the game a few seconds later when Michelle started pulling off combos that needed six weeks of food money to compete with. Plus the edges of my vision were on the verge of going blurry and my "I can handle this" quota was one drink away from imploding.

I watched as his hands went down to her hips, his face lowered to catch her eye before giving one her of his knee-weakening smiles. I swallowed the bile that had accumulated in my throat and grabbed Seth's wrist.

"Whatcha say, roomie? Wanna dance?"

"Bella, you don't dance." He looked confused.

He was right. I have been known to kill on the dance floor, and not in a good way. I rolled my eyes.

"You'll help me and I promise I'll stay in the safe-shuffle zone. I swear I won't go all b-girl on you." I held up two fingers.

Seth touched the back of his head, grinning from ear to ear before he spluttered out, "B-girl?"

"Dude, just cause I read Austen doesn't mean I can't appreciate hip hop."

Seth looked nervously at Jacob and I followed his gaze. Michelle was whispering in his ear. He looked amused.

"Please?"

He shrugged as I pulled him behind me by his shirt. Leah "wooo-ed" from the bar.

Someone needs to be cut off.

Seth was almost as good as Jacob in the dancing department, occasionally breaking out the robot and impersonations of Newton to make me laugh. Gravity, however, decided that it had kept me vertical long enough and shuffled me into someone's spilled drink.

Oh, crap.

I closed my eyes and waited for the awkwardness of walking around for the rest of the night with a damp ass, but it never happened. One arm wrapped around my waist and another hiked me up under my ass as Seth pulled me against him, saving me from sprawling all over a sticky floor.

"You ok?" He looked extremely concerned.

The alcohol sloshing about in my system made this question seem a million times more hilarious than usual. Seconds later we were both laughing like morons. I gripped his upper arm to steady myself and the laugh died on my lips when I saw Jacob's face.

Ruh-roh.

Seth followed my gaze and immediately let go of my waist.

"Seth...ass," I stared pointedly at his arm and he snapped it away like he'd been burned. Jake's eyes smoldered and his mouth was set in a grim line. His hands must have tightened cause Michelle suddenly yelped before giggling. "Ooooh you like it rough, huh?"

He growled angrily in reply. His eyes never left mine but Michelle didn't seem to notice. I glanced up at Seth, who looked like he was about to be sick. I patted his arm and he flinched.

"Seth, its fine." I kept my voice low but I knew they both could hear what I was saying. "Don't mind him. He's just being a possessive ass." I looked at him out of the corner of my eye. "He can't own everything." Seth still looked pale. "If he gives you trouble, you tell me, k? Promise?" I added when all I got was a feeble nod.

Thankfully the song ended and I pushed Seth back to the bar. Halfway there a hand grabbed mine.

Oh, buddy, you messed with the wrong chick.

I whipped my head around, ready to hand out a can of whoop-ass when I realised it was Jake.

"Dance with me," he murmured. It was a command more than a request. Before I could answer, he pulled me back against him. He placed his hands under mine, lacing his fingers through them before pulling us both away from the view of the bar into a dark corner. I let out a staggered breath as he dragged his hands down the side of my body to rest on my hips. His thumbs hooked into my belt loops as he moved us to the rhythm.

"Having fun?" He said through gritted teeth.

"Maybe."

Two can play at this game.

"Loosen up, Bells. Never been to a club before? I mean, I know you're not the social type but I expected more from you than old white guy moves."

Oh, no he didn't.

I knew he was just trying to rile me up and in a less intoxicated state I would have told him to shove it. But right now I was pressed up against a very hot and, from what I could feel against my lower back, very aroused guy and the tenth shot of vodka was telling me I should be very pleased that I put him in that situation. The eleventh told me I should make his jeans as uncomfortable as I could.

I swam through the haziness, trying to remember the music videos I had seen while moving my hands across his ass and down to grip the back of his thighs. I tried to ignore the fact that all I felt was muscle. I slid down the length of his body, my top riding up against his hands. He splayed his fingers on my stomach while his other hand pulled my top back down. I bent over slightly before pulling myself back up, getting up on tip toe to rub into him, feeling him get impossibly harder.

"Oh, fuck," he moaned as I wrapped a hand around the nape of his neck and pulled his head down to whisper in his ear.

"Can an old white guy do that?"

"The last thing on my mind is an old white guy, Bells." He sounded breathless. I grinned as I imagined his tortured face. "Actually..." He lifted me till I could feel him between my thighs. I inhaled quickly as his fingers slid down my arm, his lips pressed against my neck, "...the only thing on my mind right now is how..."

"Jacob! I was looking for you, silly!" He dropped me like a hot potato.

Damn you, Michelle!

"Bella, do you mind if I cut in?"

"Sure, sure," I said out of habit and jumped when I felt his fingers on my lower back. It was so quick I wondered if I was imagining it but when I looked back at him he had his lower lip between his fingers, his eyebrow raised.

"I mean..." I looked back at Michelle "...sure. Be my guest."

I heard her whine behind me, "It's so dark here, Jakey, let's go back."

Jakey? JAKEY!? Oh he'd love that! Maybe she'll give him a shirt with "Jakey-poo hearts Mish-Mish forevah!" on it.

I should have looked where I was going cause I walked into Seth, who looked dismal.

"No one wants to dance with me and Paul called me a douche."

"Awww Seth, are you sure?"

Please say no, please say no, please say no.

He noticed my hesitation. "Just this song, Bell...a." His eyes flickered quickly to see if his alpha caught his almost-slip. He hadn't, but only cause he was whispering in the blonde's ear.

Wow, does he move fast or what?

I wasn't sure whether to feel like a slut for being all over a guy who was now all over someone else but it was killing my buzz, so I shook my head and began the shuffle. The shuffle was safe; the shuffle wouldn't kill me or make me look like a stripper working for tips.

"So. What's going on with you and..." he nodded in Jacob's direction.

"Nothing. Nothing's going on. As you can see, he's suitably occupied with Michelle. Just friends." I held my hands up in innocence. I wondered how much of our "friendship" Seth had witnessed and why Jake was fine with dry-humping Michelle under the strobe lights.

"Oh, he's suitably occupied, alright."

I grabbed his wrists and whirled him around to get a better look.

Fuck.

Jake was kissing Michelle.

Are you fucking kidding me?

"What...the...fuck..." I pushed past Seth but he put his hand on my shoulder.

"Bella."

Jake's eyes popped open, his lips still on hers. I held his gaze as Michelle's hands roamed all over his body before fisting in his hair. His hands remained stationary on her back.

Payback's a bitch, asshole.

I whirled around, got on my tiptoes and grabbed Seth by the shoulders before kissing him. For a few seconds he was unresponsive but then he grabbed my waist, pulling me against him while running his hand through my hair.

I'm gonna regret this.

His lips were softer than Jacob's and held none of the heat of that experience. I heard Leah hoot in the background. He kissed me with what I could only describe as reverence and I stiffened as he hummed in satisfaction against my lips before pulling away. When I opened my eyes he was looking past me with a steely glare. He was challenging Jacob but I wasn't in the mood to get in on that dog fight.

"I'm...I'm sorry," I whispered, my fingers on my lips. I grabbed my bag off the counter, avoiding everyone's eyes. Embry chuckled in my ear, "It's about time that boy got some action," as I fumbled around for my purse to pay for the drinks. Emily touched my shoulder. "Bella, are you ok? We can talk..."

"I'm fine, Em, I just need to get back home. My head is killing me."

And so is my heart.

I didn't look back, pushing through the crowd till I reached the entrance. The cool air hit me and for a second it was sweet relief.

"We need to talk."

Boy, oh boy, was he angry.

He dragged me into the dark alley next to the club and trapped me against the wall with his body. He pushed his knee between my legs, spreading them, and pinned my wrists against the brick wall. Every inch of his hot body pressed up against mine as I struggled to maintain my composure.

"What the fuck was that about?" His face hovered inches from mine.

"I could ask you the same thing," I spat back.

"She kissed ME. What do you expect me to do? Make a scene in front of everyone?"

"No, Jake, I expect you to shove your tongue down her throat and give everyone a show like two seals mating at Sea World. Go give 'em their money's worth. I'm sure there are a few hundred chicks in there that didn't get to hump your almighty alpha leg."

Doofus! YOU'RE humping his almighty alpha leg!

He growled. "There's only one..." I could feel him hard against me before he lowered his head to my neck. I felt his teeth graze against my skin and I gasped when he sucked on it.

Way to maintain the anger, Bella. Brava. Your brain cells are gonna start a slow clap anytime now. Not to mention Michelle...

"Michelle," I blurted out.

"What?"

"Michelle! You should go back to her." I struggled against him and he stepped away while I rubbed at my wrists. "Don't let little old me keep you from your man-whoring."

Cue stormy exit.

"Whatever this..." I indicated between the two of us "...is, this phase you're going through? You need to make up your mind cause I'm not some kind of backup plan for you. Gah! Sometimes you're such...you're such an Edward!" I stomped off, leaving a bemused and pissed Jacob behind. I prayed that I wouldn't trip and ruin the whole effect.

I don't care, I don't care, I don't care.

I had to go meet Alice tomorrow to see what designer torture device she had planned for the wedding. The last thing I needed to think about was Jacob "must-have-my-cake-and-eat-it-too" Black.

I was no one's cake.

I hailed a cab, quickly sending a text to Emily telling her that I was ok and that I'd see her tomorrow. I thought back to what I did in the club and groaned while smacking my head repeatedly against the window. The driver shot me a look of concern. I needed time away from the wolves. I was close to having heat stroke and it was making me act like a lunatic. A day with cool, level-headed vampires was just what I needed to get a pair of dark eyes out of my head. I prayed that Edward had eaten.

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And finally much love to two amazing authors ForeverDreamland (who writes a sex-god Jake in "Coming Closer") and wordslinger (whose Jake I need to marry in "Distortion") for being so lovely and rec-ing the little muffin. I pink puffy heart you!