AN: So here's the second chapter, hope you like it. And I just wanted to let you guys know that I do love Jacob, granted not as much as the Cullen boys, but still. I only used him because it fit, and I didn't need him for anything else. So don't be mad because he's a jerk.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

If heaven is a place where the angels go,

Well than I've got a story to tell.

If heaven is a place where the angels go,

Then I guess you're going straight to hell!

When I was fifteen I moved to Forks to live with my father. My mother's new husband travelled and she really missed him when he was gone so I decided to give them time to be together without having to worry about me. So while there I spent a lot of time with my father's friend's son, Jacob. Needless to say we got along really well, and we, naturally, started to date. We were together all through high school, and when we graduated together we decided to go to the same University so we could be together. We bought our own house and everything. Living the perfect fairytale right?

Well it would have been. If it wasn't for the fact that the reason this perfect little fairytale was about to go straight down the drain was staring straight into my eyes. And he was smirking.

I just froze; it was like everything just stopped while I stared at my supposed loyal boyfriend. He was in bed, with another woman. In my bed. The bed we shared every night for the past year and the bed that we made love in numerous of times.

The girl, thankfully, had the decency to cover up.

"Baby, I thought you weren't getting home till after five?" Jacob said glancing at the clock, though not looking at all ashamed.

Through clenched teeth I said, "I left early so I could surprise you," I gave a short humourless laugh, "but I guess you're the one doing the surprising."

"Uh, yeah. About that, see I was going to breakup with you before you left, but I mean the goodbye sex was just too good to give up." He replied, with that cocky smirk still on his lips. "Oh and if you don't mind," he gestured to himself first then to the girl in bed with him,"we were kinda in the middle of something."

"Yeah, so can you like, leave?" Said a nasally voice. The girl actually had the guts to speak!

I was speechless. He just expects me, after catching him in bed with another woman, to just shrug it off and leave so he could continue. Ugh, he's such a pig.

I didn't know what to do. Do I just leave without saying anything? Do I grab my stuff and march right back down the stairs and never come back? Or do I yell and scream at him for cheating on me?

Why do I feel so weird? Shouldn't I know what I want to do? I mean I just caught my boyfriend of 6 years cheating on me with some skank. I was angry, I knew that, but I didn't feel like yelling at him would really change anything. I was sad but I didn't want him to see me cry.

"Ahem"

I jumped, forgetting that I was just standing there while my, I guess now ex-boyfriend and his little buddy were still in bed completely naked. So I made up my mind.

"Okay," I replied, my voice wavering a little, "I'll just grab my stuff and be on my way. You two…have fun."

I went to our closet and pulled out one the rarely used duffle bags and started to stuff all the clothes I was in reach of. Thankfully most of my clothes were still packed, and down stairs so I didn't have much to grab. When I was done, I ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. Sadly not fast enough. I could hear the moans now coming from the room. I grabbed the other bag still laying where I left it, grabbed my keys and ran out the door.

Once in the safety of my old beat up truck, I took a deep breath absorbing all that had happened. I choked a sob back. No, not yet. I need to get away first, and find a place to stay.

I groaned when no names came to mind, why didn't I have any friends here? Oh that's right, I normally spend all my time with Jacob and his friends, and never got the chance to meet any of my own.

"Just perfect," I mumbled to myself.

I took another deep breath, trying to calm myself. I started my truck and took off down the road. I guess I could just go to a motel or something, for the night at least. I was about to take the turn that would take me to the only motel I knew when something caught my eye. Something very inviting. So I pulled into the nearly empty lot and parked my car. Getting out I walked to the entrance and opened the door.

The first thing I noticed was that this place was exactly what I needed.

The bar was nice, and quant. Well as nice and quant as a bar can get. I made my way over to the stools that were placed in front of the bar and waited till I was noticed so I could be served. Right away a very beautiful blond woman came up to me and asked what I would like.

"The strongest thing you've got," I replied.

She just laughed, a look of understanding on her face, "tough night huh?" she asked as she set down a shot of something clear. I grabbed it and downed the whole thing, grimacing as it burned my throat.

"I'll say."

"I'm Rosalie." She introduced herself.

"Bella." I replied shortly.

"Do you want to talk about it? I've been doing this a long time, and I'm known to be quite the listener." When I looked up I noticed the sincere look in her crystal blue eyes. Normally this kind of woman would intimidate me. You know the extremely gorgeous girls with the long legs and the perfect curves. Really makes an average girl like myself feel very inferior. But there was still something in her eyes. Like she really wanted to know what was wrong. I guess I really look like shit, huh? I sighed, it's not like I have anyone else to talk to.

"I came home today after about a week away. And I really wanted to surprise Jacob, you know my boyfriend. Because I had really missed him and thought it would be nice to surprise him, you know?" I asked as I looked at her. She nodded so I continued, "what I didn't expect was to find him in our bed, with some other girl." I was really starting to get mad now. Screw being sad, he's not worth it the stupid some of a bitch, "And the worst part was that he didn't even react, he just smiled and said 'oh, I was going to tell you' I mean who the hell even does that, he wasn't even guilty!" I took another shot, she just kept the drinks coming probably knowing I wasn't going to stop anytime soon.

"And don't even have a place to go. All my friends were his friends, and I don't even know if they knew this was going on. They probably did and didn't even care to tell me!"

This felt good. Just letting it all out like this.

"If you don't mind me saying-" I quickly interrupted her.

"Oh I don't mind."

"Good. So as I was saying, this guy is a jerk. You shouldn't even waste your time, because he is so not worth it."

"Ugh, I know! And you know what he asked me after? Well don't worry 'cause I was going to tell you anyways! He told me that they were in the middle of something and asked me to leave. Just like that! Didn't even care!"

I was really starting to like these drinks. They hardly even burned anymore when I downed them. I could tell she was about to say something else, probably more advice but I just had that greatest idea. It might be the drinks, or it could be the anger that has been built up inside me for all the times Jacob did something to anger me. Or it could be the part of me that still felt like breaking down and letting my sobs take me over, but I knew that this idea would make me happier than anything else would.

"I need to do something, you know? For all the times he's done something to me, all the times he's made me wait, all the times he's made me cry, and for all the times that he's made me so angry that I can't stand him!" I was ranting now, but I didn't care, it just needed to come out.

"What are you gonna do?"

I looked her straight into her curious eyes, an evil smile making its way to me face and said the words that would start the path of my new life.

"I'm gonna get even."

Hoped you like it, I really did. Though I'm kind of biased. I would love to know what guys think though, even if it's to give me criticism.

Also thank you to everyone who has me on their favourites, or who's alerted this story, it means a lot. I am very self conscious when it comes to my writing, so it's nice to know people might actually like it.