Wow…thank you for all the reviews. I know I said that you'd get chapters super fast if I got a lot of reviews, and I meant it. But things came up and I couldn't get this to you as fast as I wanted. So, I'm going to do a double post…kind of. I haven't written the next chapter, but I think I know what I want to do with it. So I'm going to work endlessly on it until I can get it up! It should be up by later tonight or early tomorrow!

Oh, and you were right. Of course it's James! Who else would it be?

Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

Alice

Lambs are gentle creatures. Everyone knows that. They frolic around in their white, fleecy coats and nibble on grass. Lambs just don't cause problems.

And they're also very consistent. You never hear about a lamb turned carnivore, ripping all the neighboring cows to shreds, or a lamb producing green cotton.

Sure, there is the occasional lamb that will go and fall in love with a lion, but that's extremely rare.

Until tonight, I thought lambs were these sweet little creatures that like to follow around Mary and Little Bo Peep, but now I think I might need to take a closer look at those soft, little guys.

Edward and Jasper have just taught me and Bella that it is possible for a gentle, caring lamb to morph into a rude, cocky, condescending beast.

I'm still in shock. I mean, after last night, I thought Jasper was for sure the one for me. And not in that cheesy "you're the one I'm going to spend the rest of my life with" way. I thought he was going to be the one to rescue me from the pits of high school hell. The one who would hold my hand and say, "Here, Alice. This is how to survive." And that's exactly what I need; someone to not only be my shoulder to cry on, but also my helping hand, the one to guide me through all the wreckage to the brighter side of things.

I need that more than anything. I thought it would be possible for me to just ride through high school in obscurity, my only friend being Bella, but I was wrong. Dead wrong. It doesn't work that way. It's impossible to be invisible. You're always seen--no matter who you are--and you're always talked about. And Bella doesn't know how to be what I want to be; popular.

But Jasper's not going to help me. This much is clear, as I sit on the couch, surrounded by drunken people tripping over their own two feet, and watch as he sips a beer and squeezes Rosalie's knee. His eyes are glazed over and his beautiful blonde locks are pushed back off his forehead. He's laughing at something, and, oh, what I wouldn't give to be close enough to hear that musical laugh.

With a sigh, I pry my gaze away from Jasper, and look at Bella on the other end of the couch. Her cheeks have the slightest tint of pink to them as she looks up at that blonde guy from under her lashes. Bella doesn't realize it, but she is an amazing flirt. Everything she does, even if it's unintentional, is beyond cute. If only she could see the effect she has on the male race.

Suddenly, Bella's eyes snap up and lock with mine. She smiles sweetly at me and calls, "Ali! Come over and talk to us!"

Ugh. I've been trying to subtly remove myself from Bella's presence since the moment Edward shut her down. It's nothing against my dear best friend, it's just the guy she's been fawning over for the past hour is…well, the guy gives me the creeps. I'm not sure what it is about him. I just get a bad vibe from him.

I think I know him from somewhere, though. He looks vaguely familiar, but I can't quite put my finger on it. Oh well.

Sighing internally, I inch myself over next to Bella and try to catch up with the conversation she and Creepy Dude are having.

"I can understand your point," Bella says, nodding. "But Indie music is just so much more exciting! I mean, think about it. It's almost like you're discovering these bands before they make it big."

Scary Blonde nods appreciatively as he considers this, his lips pursed.

"Independent artists are in," Bella declares, wrapping up her little speech.

"Well, you sure have me convinced, Dearest Bella."

I roll my eyes as the blonde drapes his arm around Bella's shoulders and gives her a gentle squeeze. Bells looks up at him and absolutely beams. Looks like she got over Edward pretty fast.

"Oh, Ali, this is James, by the way. He goes to Washington University." Bella winks at me discreetly at the fact that he's a college boy. "James, this is my best friend, Alice."

"Nice to meet you, Alice," he purrs, extending a hand out to me, which I totally ignore. I just give him one curt nod of acknowledgement.

"James is going to give us a ride home," Bella explains.

James nods as he says, "I don't drink." He glances Edward and Jasper's way and gives them a hard glare. I'm guessing Bella told him all about our little squabble with the guys we were supposed to…well, I don't really know what we were supposed to do with them, but it sure as hell isn't this.

"That's very nice of you," I respond flatly. Trying to ignore Creepy-ass James, I start to scan the room, looking for anyone who can hold my interest better than he can. When my eyes land on where Jasper, Edward, Rosalie, and Emmett are sitting, I see Jasper, blatantly staring at me, like he wants to wring my neck or something. And Edward is staring at Bella the same way. Weird.

But I'm not about to spend the rest of the night watching Bella flirt with guys that look like rapists. And I'm sure as shit not going to sit here and let Jasper shoot daggers at me, when I did absolutely nothing wrong to him. So I stand up, smooth my slutty-ass shirt, and set out to find something fun to do for the rest of the night.

Bella

I watch as Alice stalks away, her tight jeans straining over her perfect little ass, with furrowed eyebrows. I know she's upset about the whole Jasper thing, but there's no reason for her to be so cold to James. I mean, the guy is going to give us a ride home, for Christ's sake. The least she could do is act a little grateful.

James notices the distress on my face, and starts rubbing my knee in a comforting way. At least, I think he means for it to be comforting. His hands are a little too rough for my taste.

"What's wrong, Bella?" he whispers in my ear.

I smile reassuringly. "Nothing."

He nods and moves a lock of my hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering just a little bit on my cheek. "So, Bella. We still have a few hours before you have to be home. Do you want to go for a walk with me?"

Somewhere out there, Charlie is flashing his warning lights and telling me to snap on a chastity belt. But the whole point of being here is becoming someone new, someone who has fun and doesn't worry about her police officer father. So I let James pull me to my feet, and I even let him snake an arm around my waist. New Bella doesn't get nervous when hot guys want to touch her…or, at least, she doesn't show it.

James leads me to a little pool house to the right of the party. Inside, it's pretty much empty except for a few inflatable rafts and canisters of pool chemicals. It's cold outside, and the skanky top and thin jeans Alice gave me offer no warmth whatsoever.

"You're shivering," James whispers, his voice low and husky. He takes off his hoodie and drapes it over my shoulders. Then he starts rubbing them vigorously, trying to create friction to warm me up, my back pressed up against his chest.

I feel one of his hands come up and sweep my hair away from my neck, and then his lips pressing against the flesh there. A gasp involuntarily escapes me as he runs his hands up and down my arms, over my shoulders and stomach. My head lolls over to rest on his shoulder, and he begins to kiss my neck again.

"You like that, Bella?" he croons in my ear, as one of his fingers dips under the hem of my shirt and tickles the soft skin of my belly.

I answer with a soft whimper, begging him wordlessly to go back to attacking my neck, because, damn, did that feel good. Almost as good as when Edward did that…but now is not the time to be thinking about that.

James spins me around and his lips crash onto mine. And the only thing I can think of when his tongue plunges into my mouth, is how he doesn't suck lightly on my bottom lip, like Edward did, or how his tongue is moving in and out of my mouth too insistently, not softly the way Edward's did. God, all I can fucking think about is Edward. That's a problem.

Forcing myself to think of James, and only James, I throw my arms around him and crush myself into him, eagerly nipping at his lip and massaging his tongue with mine. I sigh into his mouth as one of his hands goes into my hair, tugging it. But he pulls on it a little too hard, and I bite down on his lip in response.

And, boy, does he like that. He grunts and pushes me up against a wall, his hands roaming down my arms and playing with my fingers. One of my knees is in between his slightly parted legs, and we both start shamelessly grinding all over each other. I can feel him, hard and at attention, right on my aroused pussy. I moan as he digs his hips into mine, rhythmically rubbing his erection into me.

James fingers are just traveling up under my shirt, when the door to the pool shed slams open.

We both fly apart, licking our slightly swollen lips and looking like we just broke Mommy's expensive vase and are waiting to be punished.

I look in the doorway and all the air leaves my lungs in one big whoosh.

Because there in the doorway, in all his bronze-haired glory, is Edward Cullen.

Alice

"Take your top off!" some guy screams at me and my new friend, Angela, as we dance and grind all over each other.

Bella and I used to be best friends with Angela back in the day. In elementary school, the three of us would patrol the jungle gym at recess, running off to tattletale on anyone who abused the sacred monkey bars. Then junior high came along, and Angela Weber grew boobs. Huge, Double D boobs. And with so much boobage, she outgrew us.

Angela separated from our little trio, and joined up with a bunch of sheisty bitches, like Jessica Stanley and Lauren Mallory. For a while, Angela was queen bitch at Forks High. She was notorious for spending her weekends up at some college or another, and going down on every sexy college boy in sight.

And then she had to go and get pregnant.

She didn't keep the baby, of course. She was only, like, fifteen, so she went to a free clinic and got herself an abortion. The only problem; everyone found out about it. Turns out there are downsides to being friends with the most popular girls in school; they have huge mouths.

Stanley and Mallory told everyone about the abortion, and Angela became a social outcast. Until last year, no one would even look at her.

Then, when we were Sophomores, Angela did the unthinkable (as if the abortion wasn't enough). She canoodled around with Garrett Nomad, Kate Denali's boyfriend of two years. You just don't mess with Kate Denali. The girl is vicious.

But, surprisingly, it put Angela back on the map. All of a sudden, she was the girl that all the guys in our high school wanted to hook up with. She started hanging out with all the Senior boys, going to their parties, riding in their BMWs.

She may not have any girlfriends, but every guy wants her. And when I say every guy, I mean every guy.

I know an opportunity when I see one. If I want guys to want me, all I have to do is have a source. And Angela Weber has men at her beck and call at every hour of the day. I'm sure she can introduce me to a few.

All I had to do was strut up to her, reminisce about old times, and she was basically my best friend all over again. I think she was just desperate for teenage, female interaction, but it's whatever. I'll take what I can get.

Now, the two of us are thick as thieves. We're both standing in the middle of the floor, swaying our hips and mouthing the words to some dirty rap song. And, much to my delight, there are numerous hot guys swarming around us and watching us dance provocatively.

"Take your top off!!" one of the guys shout again. "Doooo iiiitttt!"

I just laugh it off, but Angela…

The room erupts in cheers and hoots from every single guy. Angela is now in nothing but a black water bra (which makes her Double Ds look even more voluptuous) and her tight jeans, with the straps of her thong peeking out. She whips her shirt around her head, like a helicopter, and tosses it right at Eric Yorkie's face.

Angela gives me a very pointed look that clearly says, Why the hell is your shirt still on?

So, without even thinking about it, I peel the thin fabric off and pull it over my head slowly, giving all the horny guys a little show as I wiggle free. With a grimace, I realize that my meager B-cups look miniscule next to Angela's huge knockers. It's like she's the mountains, and I'm just the poor little plateaus. I need to do something to step up my game, something that will make me look even sexier than Angela.

I do not regret what I do next whatsoever. In fact, I kind of enjoy it.

With a slow, half grin spreading across my face, I step closer to Angela's tall, slim figure, so I'm pressed up against her. She's so much taller than me, my chest only reaches her ribs, and my head is right next to her neck. We swivel to the beat, skin on skin, with all the guys gaping at us.

Slowly and sensually, I move my mouth to her bra strap and hook my tongue around it, slowly inching it off her shoulder. This incites even more cheers from the guys, which makes me grin in triumph. Angela sees what I'm doing, and joins in, twirling a strand of my hair around her finger and licking her lips.

"Kiss her!" someone yells out.

I press my lips to Angela's shoulder, where her bra strap used to be, and drag them across the area there. She responds by taking her nails and running them along my back. I crush myself closer against her bare stomach and bury my face in her collarbone, her long black hair sticking to my cheeks.

The song ends, and so does our little charade, much to all the guys disappointment. I smile amusedly at all their faces and internally pat myself on the back. Who knew I could turn on an entire room of men?

I scan the room, looking for my shirt, feeling like the sexiest girl in the whole house.

And then my eyes fall on Jasper, yet again watching me, but this time with his mouth hanging open in shock at my little display.

Oh, Jasper. Now you want me, don't you?

Too bad you can't have me.

Bella

A million scenarios run through my head.

Edward running up and knocking James out for laying his hands on me, then grabbing my face and marking me as his own.

Edward falling down on his knees and apologizing for being such an ass, begging me to give him another chance.

Edward scooping me up and sexing me up on the leather seats of his car…

But none of those things happen. Because my eyes finally leave Edward's sparkling green eyes, and land on a leggy strawberry blonde with tits the size of beach balls. She's tucked under his arm, stroking his chest with one finger as she whispers something in his ear. I recognize her immediately as Tanya Denali, one of the infamous Denali sisters who are all known for their fornicating with anything equipped with a penis.

She finishes whatever it is she's whispering to him, and looks right at me and James. "Oh, it looks like this is already occupied, Eddie…" She trails off as her eyes focus on me, looking me up and down. "Bella Swan!?" she laughs in incredulity when she recognizes. "Bella Swan and James!? I don't believe this!"

"You know Tanya?" James asks me. I nod and smooth back my hair.

Of course I know Tanya. She and her two sisters, Kate and Irina, are like high school royalty. They're also strong believers in the whole "Alice and Bella are lesbians" thing.

Edward is just looking at me like I have three heads. His mouth is forming a perfect O and his eyebrows are both raised. Is me getting a little hot and heavy with another guy really that hard to believe?

"Bella goes to Forks High, James. That's where I went. My sisters are both still there," she explains. "James and I go to Washington U together," she tells me.

"Sweet," I mutter.

Edward hasn't moved an inch.

"Well," Bitch Tanya says, "we're sorry we interrupted. Come on, Eddie." She gives him a little tug on the arm, but he doesn't budge. He just keeps staring at me, with that same disbelieving look on his face. It's not until James puts his arm around me and draws me to him, that Edward finally allows Tanya to lead him away.

Odd.

Once the door is shut, James attacks my face again. His hands are all over me, groping me through the fabric of my shirt roughly. It's all too much. I try to push him away.

"James," I gasp into his lips. "Wait."

"I want you so bad, Bella," he snarls into my neck before he starts licking and sucking it.

One of his hands goes to my ass and gives it a tight squeeze.

"James," I try again. "Stop it."

He responds by moving his hand away from my ass cheek and moving it to my face, forcing my lips to meet his. I struggle against him, but he's too strong. He just forces me to lie down on one of the inflatable rafts, and pins me down there, his hands going to work with the buttons of my pants.

"You know you want it," he whispers.

"Please. Stop."

He puts a finger to my lips as he undoes my zipper. "Shh, Bella. It's alright."

No,

But he already has my pants pulled down to my thighs. He sits up off of me to shimmy them off my legs, and I take the opportunity to recoil from him, backing all the way up to the corner of the pool shed.

He mock frowns at me and says, "Come on now, Bella Dear. Don't make this hard on me, you fucking cock tease."

"Please," I whimper. "Please don't do this."

Chuckling humorlessly, he stands up and removes his shirt, then unzips his pants, but leaves them on. He walks towards me, reaching for me, and all I can think of is Charlie snapping handcuffs on him and reciting the Miranda Rights.

James' strong hands lock around my arms, and he yanks me to my feet, tearing my shirt off of me and tossing it aside.

"Now, please," he coos, "try to enjoy this."

Okay…intense, right? The next chapter will be up either today or tomorrow. I swear on all that I hold dear!

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