This is the missing chapter with a little bit of Bella's background. Not sure how I missed posting it the first time. I apologize. Thank you for continuing to read on. This was beta'd by Sunflower Fran and NanStew. Thank you Ladies :)

Disclaimer: These characters belong to Stephanie Meyers.

Chapter 2

Bella Pov

Euphoria (N.) A feeling or state of intense excitement and happiness

That's how I'd decided to live my life a long time ago. I stopped letting people define me and started believing in myself. That's the real euphoria. Taking my life, my happiness into my own hands and not belonging to anyone; that's the best feeling.

It's not hard to live this way now that my mother left town with her new husband. Now I'm on my own and have been since the beginning of summer. She left me behind with only a letter detailing that she would pay all the necessary bills for three months and by my eighteenth birthday, I had to have a job to pay everything on my own.

It could be done, so I was doing it. I would work my last year of high school and be on my own with no problem. I didn't need her before, and I don't need her now. I'm better alone. At least that's what I like to tell myself. Which is why I push everyone away with my reckless behavior.

Winter (6 Months Ago)

"I dare you to kiss me," I tell Joshua, playfully pointing to my cheek, drunkenly laughing at the silliness of our little game.

We've been at it, playing truth or dare for over an hour waiting for Angela to come home from the library. I often wait here for her no matter how late, and since it's the weekend and her parents are away on vacation, Josh and I decided to have a little fun. He broke into his dad's liquor cabinet and fetched a bottle of Tequila. We've made it halfway through the bottle , and the effects are beginning to show.

Josh leans forward and aims for my cheek, but I turn my face and capture his lips in a kiss. God damn, liquor makes me horny as fuck. I press my body closer and shove my hands into his hair gripping him to me even as he pulls back to breathe.

"Bella, what are we..." He trails off, laughing it off, but I'm turned on now. There's no stopping me. I lean forward and kiss him again, but he pulls back. "You're Angela's friend."

"And you're her younger brother. So what? Are you afraid of me?" I ask, my voice low and seductive, even through my drunken state I can tell that he wants me.

"No, and believe me..." He says as his eyes roam down my body. "I want you." He says and I smile in triumph, trying to make light of it.

"We shouldn't, you're right." I pull back, looking away from him and adjust my shirt. I feel his eyes on me, but I refuse to look. This is a game that I am very good at playing. He never had a chance.

He grabs my hand just as I am pushing from the floor to stand.

"Come here." He says before licking his lips. "I want you right here." He eyes his lap pointedly where there's a visible bulge.

I tilt my head to the side and steady him with a hooded gaze.

"You wouldn't know what to do with me. This pussy will fuck up your world, little boy." I bend down and grip his chin for good measure before standing at my full height just to show him the power dynamic.

I'm a woman, and he's just a little boy.

He shrugs his shoulder and grins at me. "Then fuck it up."

End of Flashback

I'd gotten what I wanted that night just as I'm used to, but I lost something special in return. I lost my friendship with Angela. She had a right to hate me, so I let her. I had a right to what I wanted, though, so I took it. I won't deny myself no matter who I hurt in the process.

Bella POV

I like getting my pussy licked.

Don't get me wrong, my fingers do a fabulous job and so does my vibrator, but there's nothing like good oral stimulation.

When I am all out of options, I make my way to my so-called 'boyfriend.' Well, he thinks he's my boyfriend, but really, he's just some guy I let eat me out because he's great at it. If anything, we're friends with benefits, except I mostly benefit from our time together, and he doesn't seem to mind.

At least I thought he didn't mind.

Flashback (Three Months ago)

With his head between my legs, his lips wet from my juices, he decides it's the perfect time to ask how I feel about him. Feel? I have to have feelings for him in order to get a little oral attention?

"So?" He asks, with glazed eyes full of arousal and something else. Hope? He's hopeful? Really, Mike?

I shove his head back between my legs frustration building to anger and coursing through my veins.

"Can we talk about this later? Possibly after I come?"

He chuckles and gives my pussy a teasing flick. "No more until you answer me, babe."

I lean up on my elbows and stare at him dumbfounded. "Honestly, I just like my pussy licked, and you like to lick it. That's as close to feeling something for you as its going to get."

He arches a brow and mulls over my words. "Oh. Okay."

He never brought it up again after that, and I am beyond grateful because honestly, how awkward would that conversation be if it had continued?

End of Flashback