Wow, I really dropped the ball eh? Sorry for such a long delay. To be honest this is where I'm hitting my wall, but I determined to keep writing. This chapter is not my best, but I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

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February 2008: Victoria's House

Victoria's hand wraps around the front door knob, tossing her curly, red hair behind her shoulder as she opens the door.

"Mi casa, su casa," she says with a smile.

As soon as I enter, a pungent, skunk like smell invades my nostrils and I wrinkle my nose. Victoria chuckles at my face.

"Apparently James and Laurent have helped themselves to my stash," she says walking towards the back.

As she opens her bedroom door, two boys sit are sitting on the floor, a pipe between them with controllers in their hands playing some shooting game.

"Thanks for asking Jackass," Victoria snaps as she hits the back of Jame's head.

"The hell woman," he says dropping the controller.

"You can't just come in and start going through my shit when I'm not even fucking home," she says and James rolls his eyes.

"Just chill, we hardly smoked at all," he says and I snicker.

"Dude, we're getting our asses kicked, fight with your woman after this," Laurent says.

James turns around and Victoria's eyes narrow.

"Are you fucking-

"Fuck!" Laurent yells and James throws the controller down.

A chuckle escapes my lips at their pouting faces.

"I take it you just got your asses handed to you then?" I say with a smile.

Laurent turns around, his eyes scan me for a moment before his face breaks into a large grin.

"Fuck off, if James wasn't so concerned getting his dick wet then we'd actually win," he says with a laugh and James rolls his eyes.

"Don't get pissy just because your dick is shriveling from lack of use," James says.

Laurent gets up, handing the pipe to Vicky.

"Unless you stop going through my shit you should be more concerned for your own dick," Victoria says packing the bowl.

I watch with rapt interest as she takes a hit.

I should leave, my dad will kill me if he finds out I was around people smoking weed.

Victoria hands the pipe to me.

I almost shake my head.

Why? I mean, it's not like it's heroine or something.

My eyes scan the pipe before taking it.

How the hell do I do this? My fingers grasp the glass as I stare at it.

Shit, this is embarrassing. I should just hand it over, you probably shouldn't be doing this anyway.

"Don't tell me you've never smoke weed before," Victoria says with wide eyes.

My cheeks burn.

I shouldn't feel embarrassed, but I can't help it.

"Oh my god, you haven't have you?" Victoria continues with a giggle.

Laurent frowns and steps in front of me.

"Piss of Vicky," he says with a sneer before meeting my eyes.

"You know, you don't have to if you don't want to," he says.

I'm a good girl, I don't do stuff like this.

I don't do drugs.

I'm a good-

Every fight I've had with my mother comes to the surface.

And what has been being good ever done for you?

They all still think you're awful.

What's the point of being good when you treated as if you're bad?

Edward's face comes to mind.

He thinks you're good.

He doesn't know you, not really.

I look up to Laurent's dark, brown eyes.

"No I want to, I'm just not sure how," I whisper looking at the pipe as if it were an alien.

Laurent chuckles and takes the pipe from me.

"I'll light it for you, take a light inhale, not too deep," he says before putting the pipe to his mouth lighting it. He exhales briefly and brings the pipe to my lips. I lightly inhale, smoking burning down my lungs and cough nearly immediately.

James lets out a loud laugh and Vicky kicks him in the shin.

"Shut the fuck up James," she says clearly feeling bad for me now.

Laurent puts his hand on my back while I'm currently hacking up a lung.

"Don't worry, everybody coughs, including fuck face over there," he says throwing a glance James' way.

Suddenly I feel light, my whole body tingles.

This is what I was so worried about?

I feel so light. Looking up at the ceiling I close my eyes.

I could float right through the roof.

"Don't worry, we'd just pull you back," Laurent chuckles beside me.

My cheeks burn and my eyes flow open.

"Shit, did I actually say that?" I say before erupting into a fit of giggles. My hand slaps over my mouth.

"Oh my god, just ignore everything I'm saying."

Laurent throws his head back and laughs and I stumble forward. His arm reaches out and steadies me.

I feel so fucking light, as if nothing matters anymore. Not my mother, not Leah, not even fucking Lauren hanging all over Edward.

"I need a cigarette," I blurt. "Like really fucking bad."

Victoria smirks. "Well well, now that is surprising."

I roll my eyes and stumble again.

Shit, I can't even walk straight right now.

"I'm full of them," I say swaying and Laurent's arm tightens around me. "Surpises," I clarify loudly.

James lets out a roar of laughter again and Laurent turns me to the door.

"Come on, we can smoke outback," he says leading me outside.

He pulls out a box of Marlboro's and hands one to me.

"You have actually smoked a cigarette before right, or do I need to show you that too," he says.

His eyes look at me playfully.

He's hitting on you.

My cheeks burn again.

Jesus Bella, stop fucking blushing.

"No," I say in a petulant tone. "I can do it myself, thank you very much," I finish, sticking out my tongue at him.

His eyes darken a minute at the action.

I blush harder.

Goddammit.

"You know, you're really something else," he says lighting his own and taking a puff.

You mean damaged.

Broken.

Fucked up.

Unloved and unwanted?

"I most certainly am that," I mutter before taking a drag.

I feel his eyes on me and I shiver.

This is wrong.

You should tell him.

"I have a boyfriend," I blurt.

He blinks then shrugs.

"Yeah, cool," he says his face fall a bit. But the look is gone nearly as fast as it happened. "The way I see it, we're just two people having a smoke, nothing nefarious going on."

I chuckle. "You mean other than getting me high as fucking kite."

He laughs.

High as a fucking kite.

Holy shit, my dad can't smell this on me, he'll kill me.

"You okay? You went a little pale," he says.

Okay?

No I'm not fucking okay!

"My dad," I sputter, leaning over.

"He's going to murder me," I wheeze.

Laurent crouches down beside me, his hand on my back.

"Don't worry, you can wash your clothes here, Vicky should have something you can wear," he says.

We finish smoking and go back inside. Vicky is perched on Jame's lap giggling at something he's whispering in her ear.

"Yo Vicky," Laurent says as we walk into her room. "Can Bella wear some of your clothes? She doesn't want to go home smelling like this."

She gets out of Jame's lap and throws open her closet door. She rummages for a minute then tosses a shirt and some shorts to me.

"This should fit you, bathroom is down the hall. Just leave your shit here, I'll wash it and bring it to you tomorrow," she says and I nod.

I stumble to the bathroom, and shed off my clothes. My phone falls out of my jeans and I pick it up.

The text notification pops up.

Edward. Fuck.

Where are you.

My fingers hover over the keyboard.

Shit what do I tell him?

I mean, I can't say I'm with Vicky and James.

Images of Edward showing up play across my vision.

Suddenly I feel sick.

Oh my god, he can't see me like this!

My fingers fly across the keyboard.

I'm at a friend's house. I'll be home by seven. Dad already knows.

I quickly change into Vicky's clothes and put my phone back in my pocket.

Fuck, I really hope this shit wears off by then.

Careful Bella, not sure Edward would appreciate any of this. Sometimes, Bella can just be so stupidly blind. Hope you guys enjoyed that! Until tomorrow! (well uh, hopefully)