EmPOV-

Oh Hell naw! Who in the fuck does Bella think she is? First she talks to my girl like she's some common ho, then she's all 'I'll do whatever I want', blah blah blah. Is she on crack? This is definitely not the Bella I knew.

Is it wrong that I completely hate her and yet totally want to hit that shit? I asked Jasper, and he was all 'Why don't you ask Rose?'. Well fuck you buddy, I'm not retarded. I like my balls where they are, fuck you very much. If I asked her something like that I'd be singing soprano, and I'm attached to my sexy bass voice.

I walked Rosalie to her car after school; I parked in front of hers.

"Babe, I'd really appreciate it if you came along tonight."

"Why Emmett? For that bitch Bella? She's just trying to steal you back." She crossed her arms over her chest.

I put my finger under her chin and forced her to look me in the eyes.

"Nobody could do that baby; I'm yours and no one else's."

She smiled.

"Then why are you being so…strange?"

I sighed heavily, "I've known her for years Rosie, and even though we have a rocky past, I don't want her getting fucked around by Jake. I mean, you know him, he's not the best of guys."

She nodded, "Yeah, even if she is a bitch he's sleazy."

"Fuckin' right he is. So will you do me this huge favor, Rose?"

She jutted her lower lip out slightly while she thought on it. "Well…"

My eyes widened, waiting for her answer.

"What will you do for me in return?"

"Anything!" I answered, a little too quickly.

She giggled, "Anything?"

"Hell yeah!"

"Shopping, every weekend, Port Angeles, Seattle and Portland, for three weeks."

I frowned, "Awe, baby…"

She held up her hand, "Take it or leave it, Em."

"Fine. Deal. But I'm not happy about it."

"And I'm not happy about babysitting your ex…whatever she was."

"Cool."

We said our goodbyes and headed to our respective houses. Both of us had homework to do before the party.

I am in hell.

EPOV-

I drove as fast as I could. I couldn't believe I had let myself get that close to making an ass out of myself. Everything that she-devil did made me want her more. I felt like if she got to close…I could love her, and that scared the hell out of me. Not only because I was involved but because she was so much more…experienced than I was. And to top it off, she got that experience from my own brother!

I felt like a cad. Of course I had some sexual thoughts about Tanya, I am a man. But they were usually only oral sex fantasies. I found myself fantasizing about Bella doing the most lurid things I could think of. Albeit there weren't that many, my family didn't think me prude for no good reason. I was a prude.

I looked in the rearview mirror and scowled at myself. My hair was always perfect, my clothes were always ironed. I spoke articulately and rarely allowed myself to get out of control

I am a robot.

But I don't want to be a robot or a prude. I want to be the kind of guy that Bella would want.

I sighed heavily, "Bella isn't mine." I muttered.

However, I didn't know how much longer I could deal with Tanya. I mean, I was her lap-dog. I took whatever she said at face value, rarely questioning her. I was whipped, and not even from sex. I just was without a backbone.

I slammed down on the brakes; the car came to a screeching halt.

"I'm done!" I yelled to no one in particular.

I turned around and headed back home. I would be there in a few hours. But I didn't plan on going to my house; I was going to see Tanya. I was going to tell her, that I cared for her, but I wasn't in love with her, and I that I thought we should break-up. I didn't think she'd be too heartbroken over me. Hell, she didn't even remember how long we'd been together. Alice was more committed to shoes than Tanya was to me.

But I wasn't just finished with Tanya; I was finished with Prude-ward, as Emmett so delicately put it. I was going to be the James Dean that Bella craved. I was going to be the cigarette smoking, motorcycle riding, Hennessy drinking man that Bella would fall head over heals in love with.

Sooner than I had realized I was nearing Port Angeles. I decided I would make a few stops. I went to a barber shop and got my hair cut. Not short or anything, just a trim, but I got it styled; the receptionist deemed it 'sex-hair'. I liked it…no, I should say…I dug it. Yeah, that sounds more rugged.

I went to the local thrift store and searched for a beat up leather jacket and beat up Doc Martins. Check. I then went to H&M and bought tight black jeans that I thought would go well with my new…naughty Edward look.

After gathering my purchases I headed to Tanya's house…I had a strange feeling that it wouldn't be pretty.

Her car was in the drive-way along with one I had never seen before. I assumed it must be her parent's new car or something like that, maybe a friend.

I walked up the stairs and rang the doorbell.

No answer.

I knocked several times.

No answer.

So I tried the doorknob, surprisingly, it was open.

"Tanya?" I called.

No reply.

I looked around the entire first floor. She wasn't there. Odd. Suddenly, I heard Tanya's giggling voice coming from upstairs.

I took the stairs two at a time, desperate to get home so that I could change, and head out to this party at La Push. Uninvited…oh yeah, I'm a rebel.

I came to her door, and opened it.

"Tanya, we need to talk…holy shit!"

I was eating carpet before I could process what was happening. I slowly picked my jaw up from the floor and stared straight ahead. There on her desk was my soon to be ex-girlfriend Tanya with some dude plowing her into oblivion.

"Pure my ass." I said loudly, because apparently my entrance had not interrupted them.

"Fuck me Edward." Tanya gasped when she finally noticed I was there.

"No thanks, it seems this dude's got that area covered."

"Hey buddy, do you mind? We're in the middle of something." The guy said, dick still buried in my soon to be ex.

"No, I'll be out of your hair; I just wanted to tell you Tanya, that I think we should break up. I'd say it's not you it's me…but apparently…it is you. Carry on then."

I turned quickly and left. Curiously, I was not at all upset by what I had seen. I was a free man. Who cares if she was getting it from someone else, I was mind-fucking the hell out of Bella. Hopefully…she'd be mine soon.

I got into Carlisle's Mercedes and headed home. To become…Edward Cullen: Rebel Without A Cause.

It took a mere matter of minutes for the transformation to happen.

'Sweet,' I thought, 'It'll only take me a few minutes to get ready in the morning, I can sleep longer.'

I put a pack of Marlboro's in my jacket pocket, a flask full of Hennessy on the inside pocket and went into my garage. For my seventeenth birthday Emmett had bought me a Ducati, so that Jazz and I could ride together. At the time I thought it was dangerous…but now…I was fucking ready to go.

I casually thought about pulling on a helmet…naw fuck helmets. I straddled the red motorcycle and sped away. I was late; I was even more of a rebel. Fashionably late. Watch out Bella, hold onto your panties.

BPOV-

Alice and I arrived at the beach party exactly on time, because Alice can be creepy-anal at times. Jake and his friends were just setting up the fire wood.

"Bells! Pixie! What's up!" Jake called, noticing our arrival.

"Hey Jake!" He pulled us both into a bone-crushing hug.

"You guy are early."

Alice shook our head, "We're here at the exact time you told us to be."

He laughed, "Yeah, but aren't girls supposed to show up late?"

"Not these girls, we're dtp."

Jake raised an eyebrow at my overly anxious little friend.

"Down to party."

Jake practically fell down he was laughing so hard.

"I have some I.C. Light and Rolling Rock down there in a cooler, and Sam's bringing a keg. So go on and get your drink on."

I giggled, "Well fuck me! I didn't know you'd be so well stocked."

He smiled wickedly, "I might have to take you up on the Bells."

My insides gurgled, maybe he was skeezy. The way he said that…it made me kinda sick. I really wished that Edward was here. Alas, he was off gallivanting far away from me.

Alice and I went over to a grouping of logs and sat down. The only people who were there were kids from the rez. A tall boy with long black hair and russet skin came and sat down next to me.

"Hi, I'm Embry. What's your name?" He asked politely.

I smiled, he seemed nice enough. "Bella."

He laughed.

"What's so funny?" I inquired.

"It's just a coincidence that your name is Bella."

I furrowed my brow in confusion. "It is?"

"Yeah, that just happens to be the name of my next girlfriend."

I punched him in the shoulder, hard.

"What the shit?" He yelled, angrily.

"Don't be a slime-ball and she won't do it again." Alice said from beside me.

"Whatever, bitch." He walked away.

Alice giggled, "What is it with you attracting the pariahs of society?"

I pouted, "I do not."

"Yes honey, you do."

"Okay, then please, enlighten me."

"Emmett."

"Good point."

"Mike."

I scowled, "True." She was on a roll.

"That joker."

"Fine…I get it."

"Jake."

"Wait, what?"

"You heard me Bells. Jacob."

"He seemed perfectly nice. A little overzealous, but nice nonetheless."

"Okay Bella, do you want to know why my brothers hate him so much?" Alice asked, in a timid voice, her eyes staring intently at my chucks.

"Sure, Ali." I said, trying to encourage her, meanwhile looking around making sure Jake was nowhere near. Apparently he had gone back to his house to grab some more alcohol.

"This happened the summer before Jasper and I started dating. Jake had just gotten kicked out of the La Push school and had started at Forks High."

She looked at me, making sure I was paying attention. I nodded, waiting for her to continue.

"I had pretty much given up on Jasper, he was dating some girl named Angela at the time, and of course I was crushed. I knew from the moment I met him we were supposed to be together. So imagine my heartbreak when he starts dating that chick."

I smiled weakly, knowing exactly how she must have felt.

"Anyway, it was a few months into school when Jake started talking to me. I was so excited. He was this cute, rebellious guy, and he was actually showing interest in me. Naturally I said yes when he asked me out."

She paused, and I assumed she was editing some of her story that she found unimportant.

"He was my first everything Bella. He gave me my first kiss right here, on First Beach. He was my first boyfriend. And he took my virginity. I thought I was in love with him, he told me he loved me and that if I loved him I would let him…"

She broke off, and shuddered. She quickly recovered quickly.

"I would let him make love to me. This was not at all what happened. My parents were out of town, and my brothers were at Jasper's house. It was hard, fast, and painful. It was over in minutes. After he had finished, he threw his clothes on, and got up. As he was walking out the door, he called to me. 'Hey, that was nice Alice, thanks for that. But I think we should see other people. If you wanna hook-up some time though, I'm down. Never change kid.' And with that he left. He was probably cool with me coming tonight because he thought he would get a repeat. My brothers came home and found me sitting in the living room, looking like hell, and I told them everything."

A single tear traveled down her tiny face, "Alice…I didn't know. We can leave."

She shook her head, "No we can't. Emmett is coming tonight."

"What?" I asked, momentarily distracted.

"Yeah, he's bringing Rose, and it's your job to make him jealous. I was hoping it would be with Edward…but since he's gone, you'll have to make due with Jake."

I scrunched up my face in disgust, "You think I'd actually let that pig touch me after what you just told me? I'm not like that Alice."

She giggled, "That's why I came, and I don't think he'll try anything if we're both here. All you have to do is flirt with him. And face it Bells, you could flirt with a rock and make it look hot."

I laughed loudly, "Do you have any idea of how much I adore you?"

She smiled sweetly, "About half as much as I love you?"

"Not possible Alice." I pulled her in for a quick hug.

I heard a loud rumble and several cars pulled up and kids got out, a few yelling 'party!'. Suddenly there was a loud scream and the pounding of a kick drum. I turned around, wondering where the sound had come from.

There was a mini-stage like area, set up with instruments and Jake was there. He was standing there with a guitar in his hand arm raised.

"What the fuck is up everybody?!" He yelled.

The crowd of people screamed and he laughed.

"We're gonna play a little music for ya, how's that sound?"

The crowd went wild. Literally.

"Here's a little song from my favorite movie of all time. I immediately recognized the opening guitar rifts and kicked myself for loving the song that was coming, because of who would be singing it.

'Scotty doesn't know, that Fiona and me do it in my van every Sunday. She tells him she's in church, but she doesn't go, still she's on her knees…'

To my surprise Alice was pulling on my arm begging me to dance with her. I, being the kick ass friend that I am, obliged.

"I love this song!" She yelled over the blaring bass lines.

"Me too!"

The song soon ended and we went to grab some beers. Jake's band played a few more songs, until he declared they were going on an hour break so they could, 'get some brewski's'.

I was sipping my I.C. Light, when I noticed that Emmett and Rosalie had arrived. He was searching the crowd, presumably for me. Upon seeing me he grabbed Rose's hand and pulled her along. At that very moment Jake wandered up to me.

"Hey, hey pretty lady." He crooned in my ear, making me want to vomit…everywhere.

"Hey yourself…" I said, trying to look, enamored.

"What do you think of my band?" He asked, clearly impressed with himself.

"You guys are…great." I said, lying through my teeth.

"Yeah, we're trying to get some gigs; we wanna cut a demo soon."

"Cool," I said shortly, wanting to end the conversation, but Emmett was nearing me, looking pissed.

"What's the name of your band Jake?"

He laughed, "Whore Island."

I couldn't help it, I cracked up. He frowned.

"What's so damn funny?"

"You named your band after something Ron Burgundy said in Anchorman?"

"Yeah, so what?"

"So the line is, 'Go back to your home on whore island', there are so many better quotes you could've used." It was getting hard to breathe, I was laughing so hard.

"Oh really, Miss Ron Burgundy aficionado, why don't you share with the class?"

"Fine, try these on for size, Dirty Pirate Hookers, Pants Party, Dirty Reuben Love, Sex Panther…need I go on?"

He began to laugh, "I guess your right. It's Sam's favorite movie, and it's his equipment and van we use, so he got to pick the name."

I giggled, "Maybe he should be fired."

"Yeah, maybe."

Just then Emmett and Rose were standing in front of us.

"What the fuck is up Jacob?" Emmett said, his words snarled.

"Nothin' man." Jake answered, clearly not catching on.

"Hi Emmett, Rose. What are you two doing here?"

Rose frowned. "Ask Emmett." She spat, clearly not wanting to be here.

"I told you Bella, there wasn't a party that I didn't go to."

"Ah, I see."

"What are you two up to?" He asked his eyes boring into mine.

"None of your damn business Emmett." Jake said, angry.

"Bella is my business Jacob."

Rose's face turned beet red, "Excuse me Emmett? What was that?"

"Shit…nothing babe."

I looked at Rose, "I don't want your man sweetie, not when I have someone like this."

I patted Jacob's chest and pulled his face down to mine, planting a chaste kiss on his lips. Gross. He had this goofy smile on his face when I was finished.

"Come on Jake, let's go somewhere quiet."

That was mistake number two, number one was kissing him. I shouldn't go anywhere with him alone. As I lead him away from a spluttering Emmett, and a pissy Rosalie, I searched the crowd of people desperately for Alice. She was sitting on a log talking to Jasper…funny; I don't remember him showing up.

Before I knew it, Jacob and I were in the woods. He pushed me against a tree.

"You don't know how long I've wanted this Bella." He slurred into my ear.

I put my hands to his chest and pushed, "Jake, get off me!" I screamed.

"You know you want this baby. I've known you since I was little, and it's about time I get you all to myself."

He crushed his lips to mine angrily forcing mine to open. His one hand was wrapped around the back of my neck, holding me to the kiss. The other had snaked its way up my camisole and was gripping my breast tightly, painfully. I cried out in pain when he pinched my nipple.

"Stop it Jake! You're hurting me! Please!"

He laughed against my lips, "You're saying no, but your body says yes, your nipples are hard as rocks babe."

"That's because it's cold out and you hurt them. ASSHOLE!" I screamed, shoving against him again.

He squeezed the back of my neck hard. "Stop fussing or you won't enjoy this." He growled.

I let my hands drop to my sides. Tears streamed down my face. I just prayed that it would be quick.

And then it was a blur. Jacob howled in pain and he was off of me. I heard a scuffle, skin on skin. I slid down the tree, and began to sob.

I heard a high pitch scream and a thud.

I was shaking profusely.

And then I felt hands on me. All I could think of was that Jake was back. I screamed weakly. And slapped my hands around limply.

"Bella, shh, it's alright. He's unconscious. He won't ever touch you again. I'm so sorry."

I recognized the voice. But the smell was wrong. It didn't smell like him. What the hell?

I opened my eyes.

"Oh my God." I whispered, my hands flying to his face to make sure he was real.