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A/N: THANK YOU FRK921 FOR BEING THE BEST BETA EVER. That's right. You heard me. She's awesome.

Chapter 13: Tanya

I felt myself being reluctantly dragged back to consciousness. And I was having such a wonderful dream too! Edward and I were alone in a beautiful meadow, holding each other and watching the sunset. He was murmuring sweet nothings into my ear. It was pure and absolute bliss.

I cracked an eye open, and the other flew open immediately. My personal Adonis was sleeping peacefully next to me. I glanced at the bed across the room—still vacant. My eyes flickered to my clock, which read six forty five. This gave us three quarters of an hour to get ready and eat breakfast. But looking back to Edward, I concluded that a few more minutes wouldn't hurt.

A small smile crept across his full lips. "Good morning, beautiful," he murmured. I blushed. How had he known I was looking? And it hadn't even been a full minute. His emerald eyes slowly blinked the sleep out of his eyes. I lightly kissed the tip of his perfect nose.

"Good morning. We have about forty five minutes until class. I'll meet you at the food court in a half hour?" I suggested, tilting my head to the side to get a better look at him.

"I don't know if I can wait that long," he countered, closing his eyes again, and drawing me closer. I eagerly complied, snuggling my cheek into his chest. He placed a kiss in my hair, inhaling a deep breath.

"Okay Edward, we really should get going. I've already missed a whole week of school, and I don't want to make it more." I rolled out of bed, giving him a regretful look, before diving into my closet. I really did want to look nice for my first day back. I pulled a black butterfly wrap shirt and bright turquoise jeans out of my closet, snatching the closest pair of black shoes. I folded my clothes over my arm, and ducked out of the closet. Edward had sadly, already left. I snatched my toiletries bag and tucked it under my arm as I hurried towards the bathroom.

Edward was waiting for me when I walked quickly towards the food court, as I was running my fingers self consciously through my hair. I had quickly brushed through it, nothing special, and I was worried it didn't look right. But the way his eyes popped out when he spotted me… well, that told me quite the contrary. I smiled shyly at him.

"Hello again," I greeted quietly. He was still at a loss for words, his eyes grazing over my body. "Breakfast time for the humans," I teased, gently taking his hand, and leading him towards Starbucks. I ordered my favorite drink while Edward ordered his. He, of course, insisted on paying. Then he linked his arm through mine, and we started off towards class. He continued asking me questions, generally yes or no, as I nibbled at my muffin. Edward pecked my cheek when we stopped outside the door to English, knowing that we wouldn't be able to be that close for a while.

Once inside the classroom Mike bounded to the desk next to mine. I gave him a timid smile—his returning one was brilliant.

"Hello, Mike," I greeted him pleasantly.

"Hey, Bella," he responded with a nervous grin. I returned my attention to the front board, tuning out Mike's muttered musings. I took explicit notes on the lecture, successfully keeping my mind off of Edward. As the bell rang, I shoved my notebook and pen back into my bag, slinging it wildly over my shoulder. I hurried out of the room, only to find myself face to face with Jessica. I stared at her blankly, and she offered me a weak smile.

"Hi, Bella, can I talk to you for a sec? Alone?" She looked pointedly at a spot over my shoulder. I turned around to see what she was glaring at, spotting Mike turning and walking quickly away. "Walk with me," she requested quietly, striding off in the opposite direction with her big brown curls bouncing. I followed her, growing more suspicious with each step. She finally stopped, and whirled around to face me.

"What is with you and Mike?" I could tell that her words went deeper than trying to figure out my love life. I had seen the way she looked at Mike; I had also seen the way he had eyes only for me. "I asked him if he was going with anyone to the ball, and he said no. Then I asked him if he would like to go with me, and he said he'll think about it! I know he's trying to pluck up the courage to go with you, even though you pay no attention to him!" She sniffled loudly, dramatically ending her rant. My eyes were wide, and my jaw hung.

"I'm not going with him," I started as soon as I regained my composure. "I'm going with… a friend."

"Is it Edward? You know he's a womanizer. At least, that's what everyone called him before you came…" She trailed off.

"No, I'm not going with Edward," I replied, sighing deeply. Jessica cracked a smile.

"You two are cute together… but watch out for Tanya. She's mad jealous," she warned. I nodded a bit, before giving her a small wave, and heading to my next class.

I stepped quickly over the threshold as the bell rang, scurrying over to the empty desk next to Alice.

"Tsk tsk, Bella. Almost late again… you shouldn't make this a habit!" I rolled my eyes, before gazing absently at the white board. "Bella, you know me better than that. Tell me why you were late," she demanded, her petite features drawn in concentration. "Wait, let me guess. Mike has plans to ask you to the dance?" I nodded sullenly. "He appears quite… determined. The vision of him dancing with you is extremely clear," she explained quickly. I groaned inwardly, while Alice smirked.

"So you've decided that the visions are based on decisions rather than the strong sense of déjà vu?" Alice nodded. I jerked my head upwards slightly, and then back down. It was a very awkward nod. She giggled loudly.

"Miss Swan, miss Brandon, I'm going to have to ask you to quiet down please." I pressed my lips together in a tight line, returning to my blank staring. I impatiently awaited the resounding ding of the bell, which would announce my freedom. When it finally came, I sprang from my seat, and towards the door. I waited for Alice, and she quickly caught up.

"Bella, I'm not going to trig. I have a doctor's appointment that Jazz is taking me to. I'll see you in lunch!" She kissed me on the cheek in farewell, bouncing off towards the exit of the building. I sighed, trudging towards my most dreaded subject—Trigonometry.

"Please open your text books to lesson five dash one. Miss Beckett, please read the introduction." I let my mind drift as the girl read. The teacher, whose name I had already forgotten, was calling my name.

"Miss Swan, please answer the question. Choose the angle measure represented by 4.7 rotations clockwise." I glanced down at my textbook, stumped. Why did this even matter? I quickly scribbled on my paper, multiplying 4.7 and 360, and getting my final answer.

"Um… sixteen ninety two?" Tanya sneered at me before shooting her hand into the air.

"Mr. Turner, I believe Bella has suffered from brain damage. She obviously can't remember her signs. The answer is negative sixteen ninety two." A couple of girl's snickered at her comment, while Tanya's cold glare remained on me. I felt myself blushing—I hadn't even raised my hand, and I wasn't mentally prepared to answer the problem.

"Excellent, Miss Denali." Her sneer became more pronounced, before she whipped her strawberry blonde curls around. What would she look like with more pink in that hair, I thought fleetingly, a smirk crawling onto my lips. I continued plotting throughout the class, only picking up the tail end.

"For homework, page two eighty one, numbers eighteen through thirty six," Mr. Turner directed as the bell rang. I took a mental note to not put off my homework, before scuttling out of the room. I stumbled over my feet, knocking into the door frame. My entire face flushed a brilliant crimson as my forehead started to throb angrily. I tried to rub the pain away to no avail. I rushed through the door, tears stinging the backs of my eyes. Jessica patted me hesitantly on the shoulder, and her eyes were trying to portray comfort. However, Tanya snatched Jessica's hand, dragging her away. She started whispering as soon as I was out of ear shot.

The throbbing in my head was getting worse. I decided that a trip to the nurse's quarters would be a good idea. I pushed the door open, and held in a yelp as déjà vu slapped me in the face. Jacob was sitting in a chair, staring at me. He looked… dazzled, to say the least. I gave him a vacillating smile, one which he returned just as hesitantly. His eyes were still glazed over. I turned towards the nurse, feeling the viral blush creeping up my neck.

"Can I please have an ice pack? I hit my head." My voice cracked twice from the nerves. Why was Jacob staring at me like that? Did he think I liked him as more than a friend? Oh dear, I couldn't lead him on anymore, but I didn't want to hurt him. I decided that if it got to be too much, I would voice my opinion on our relationship. The nurse handed me an ice pack, and directed me to sit down next to Jacob.

"Hey, Bella," he greeted me, his voice frail. Apparently, he hadn't broken out of his daze.

"Hi Jake," I answered while pressing the ice to my forehead. I exhaled in an attempt to calm myself. When that didn't work, I closed my eyes, imagining the sunshine and heat of Phoenix. That just made me miss my mother. When I tried to think of Charlie and Forks, I was immediately reminded of the dreary Riverside campus, hurling all of my problems back at me. I opened my eyes again, frowning. I looked back at Jacob. I wasn't surprised to see him staring back.

"What brings you here, Jake?" I asked him boldly. He held up his hand, which was wrapped in a bandage. I rolled my eyes, suppressing a giggle. "Didn't I tell you to let your partner do the lighting?" He chuckled, shrugging lightly.

"How was I supposed to resist? Fire… it's every adolescent male's dream," he teased, and I let the giggles flow. Jake was so easy for me to be myself around; It was like none of the rest of the world mattered. It was just me, and my best friend. If Edward didn't exist, then maybe I would see Jake in a different light. But Edward did exist, and I was in love with him.

"So, what did you hit your head on?" Jake inquired, pulling me out of my sentiment. I blushed again, not wanting to relay the information. "Come on, Bells. Tell me. I promise I won't laugh…" He trailed off. "Okay, I'll try not to laugh," he corrected himself. I closed my eyes, shifting the ice more comfortable on my forehead.

"I walked into the door frame," I mumbled. I could feel his gaze on me, deliberating. I peek at him from behind my pack, and could see the expression of amusement on his face. He pressed his lips in a tight line, prohibiting laughter from escaping. I rolled my eyes again. "Don't hurt yourself anymore there, buddy. Go on and laugh… come to think of it, it is pretty funny…" I giggled, which set him off.

After a good five minutes, I was breathless and clutching a stitch in my side. I brought up another topic.

"So, you always seem to be in the infirmary when I am. What are you, my stalker or something?" I taunted him. I noticed his russet skin start to darken slightly, before he scoffed.

"Honestly, Bella. I'm not creepy like that. It just that the fates seem to think that pain will bring us together." He shrugged lightly, ending the subject.

"What color is your dress for the ball?" He asked after a few moments of silence. I was taken aback by his question, rendering my voice shaky.

"B-blue?" It came out as more of a question than an answer. He nodded.

"Okay. Today's the twenty ninth, right?" I nodded. "Okay, that gives me time to get everything set. So, are you looking forward to it?" His eyes were twinkling with contagious excitement.

"Of course!" I exclaimed, grinning like a maniac. Jake nodded, a brilliant smile on his face as well. It was then that the nurse came over, checked my forehead, and announced I was fit to leave. I waved goodbye to Jake, who was getting his burn treated… again. I giggled, shaking my head. There was a slight bounce to my step, a drastic change from how I had been walking last. Tanya was all but forgotten.

That is, until I pushed open the doors of the main school building.

My wide set dark eyes stared back at me, my brown hair tied back into a ponytail, a confused smile placed on my face. The picture was set above bolded words.

Please help our mentally disabled children.

Bella Swan suffers from brain damage.

Have a heart, and offer a hand.

Then everything went black.

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"Bella!" The door burst open, and a frightened voice met my ears. It sounded like an angel. "Oh no, Bella, no!" The angel sounded broken. But why? I tried to open my eyes, I tried to part my lips, I tried to twitch my fingers; anything that would assure the angel I was alright."Bella, can you hear me?" I tried again and again to tell the angel I was alright, but the black fog was closing in on me again. "Bella…"

.:.

"Ah, it looks like she's stirring."

"She's going to be alright?" It was the angel again. Cool lips brushed against my cheek, and my pulse quickened in response. A musical chuckle emitted from the angel's mouth, before arms were wrapped around me. "Bella… my Bella," he cooed, his voice filled with adoration. My eyes slowly flickered open, immediately greeting green ones.

"Edward, my angel," I replied with a small smile growing on my face. He nuzzled his nose into the crook of my neck. We stayed like this for a few moments, before my curiosity got the better of me. "What happened?" Edward's beautiful features grew grave.

"Tanya." He hissed, his fists clenching.

"Hey man, calm down." This voice was deeper and husky. What was Jacob still doing here? I groaned inwardly, knowing by the tone of Jacob's voice that this wouldn't end well. Edward possessively pressed his lips to my neck. Jacob scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Give her some space, will you? It looks like you want to suck her blood or something," he sneered.

"And you're so much better? Following her around like a dog… at least I have a reason to be here," Edward retorted hotly.

"I have plenty reason. I'm her best friend. What are you, her worshipper or something?"

"I just happen to be the love of her life." Jacob stared blankly at him, before whipping his gaze around to meet mine. His eyes were pleading, begging me to prove Edward wrong. I didn't say anything. His face fell, and he quickly turned to race out of the room.

"Jacob…" I started weakly, but he was already gone. I turned back to Edward, who looked determined yet somewhat pained. I opened my mouth to say something, but was cut off by a broken hearted howl. A grimace crossed both of our faces, my eyes fluttering shut, trying to wish away the pain Jacob had.

"I should talk to him…" Edward said quietly. I shook my head.

"I should." I stated, opening my eyes again. A nurse bustled over to us.

"Are you feeling better, dearie?" She asked, a kind smile gracing her features. I nodded in agreement with her statement.

"I just fainted, didn't I? What the big deal? People have fainting spells?" Nerves were settling in my lower stomach as I tried to think out what to say to Jacob.

"We were afraid you might get a concussion, but you were lucky. Take it easy, you're excused from classes today." With that, she returned to her desk. I sat bolt upright, and Edward put a hand on my shoulder, chuckling musically.

"Take it easy, love. I'll be waiting for you at your room, okay?" I nodded vigorously, itching to go find Jake. He sighed reluctantly, taking his hand off my shoulder, and shoving it into his pocket. I launched myself off the bed, and out of the room, sprinting towards Seymour, where Jake was hopefully taking refuge.

A few minutes and two stumbles later, I was pounding my fist on the door to room 112. His roommate answered the door, with a huge grin on his face. When he saw it was me, it faltered slightly. I took a deep breath, deciding to keep it simple.

"Quil, who's at the door?" His husky voice sounded broken. Quil looked nervously at me, then back over his shoulder.

"Jake, it's for you…" he said slowly. I heard the mattress creak as Jacob stood up to push Quil out of the way. He frowned at me, his black eyes hardening.

"Where's your bloodsucker love?" He sneered, crossing his arms defiantly over his broad chest.

"Aren't you going to let me in? I need to talk to you," I stated, ignoring his question. Jacob rolled his eyes, moving out of the way so that I could enter his room. It looked like any boy's dorm should—unmade beds, clothes strewn all over the place, and a small television on the sports channel. "Alone?" I threw a pointed glance at Quil. He made a move to exit, but Jacob grabbed his arm.

"Anything you say to me, you can say to Quil," he declared, visibly tightening his grip on his roommate. I rolled my eyes, but began my little speech.

"Jacob, you're my best friend. You should know that. The problem is, Edward didn't know about you being my best friend. Most of the time I have spent with him was while I was unconscious, so I couldn't exactly relay the information to him. There's also the fact that he stayed with me all the time, and I know he would do anything for me, regardless. And I would do the same for him, because I love him…" I trailed off, thinking about my words. Jacob appeared to be doing the same. I loved Edward, but what was that feeling I was getting for Jacob? It certainly wasn't the same thing as my infatuation with Edward, but there was definitely something. What was happening?

"If you love Edward, why are you telling me this?" Each of his words looked as if they were inflicting pain on him. I placed my palm on his shoulder.

"You needed to know. You're my best friend, Jake. And I'm going to the ball with you, aren't I? You and not Edward? Doesn't that mean anything to you?"

"That's just it… you're only my best friend. What would happen if I didn't want to be just best friends?" He shot back. Quil was watching us with a wary expression.

"Let's cross that bridge when we reach it," I decided after a few moments of musing. He sighed, and nodded reluctantly.

"I guess I'd rather be friends than nothing at all." I smiled at him, opening my arms for an embrace. Jacob squeezed my torso, forcing all the air out of me.

"Can't… breathe…" I gasped, my eyes bulging. Jacob, laughed, dropping his arms.

"So Bella, what color is your dress? You know, so I can plan things out…" He started, obvious nerves flitting across his face.

"Deep sky blue," I responded, recalling exactly what Alice told Edward.

"Cool. I'll meet you outside your building at seven forty five. That gives us fifteen minutes before the dance starts." I nodded in agreement, before giving him a quick hug.

"I should get back now," I determined, giving Quil and Jacob both a small wave. A dark look crossed Jacob's features, obviously drawing the conclusion that I was going back to Edward. Which was the truth… but I wasn't about to let him know that.

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"BELLA!" Alice screamed, wrapping her tiny arms around me in a death grip. I tried to pry her off me, to no avail. I glanced around my room above her head… Rosalie was sitting on my bed, flipping through one of Skye's magazines, Jasper and Emmett were arguing about who had really won their last Halo game, but the person I sought was nowhere to be found.

"Where's Edward," I demanded, my brow knitting together. Alice sighed deeply, and Rosalie turned to face me with a look of reluctance on her perfect face.

"Lauren captured him. She's extra clingy lately. Tanya is probably using her to get Edward back. Did you know that the lothario that is my brother was never really interested in Tanya? His friends pressured him to go out with her, and he really couldn't back down. Before you came, they basically ruled his life!" She exclaimed, letting out a haughty sigh afterwards. I tensed, my fists clenching together in anger. "There's also the fact that she's telling anyone who will listen that she's going with Edward to the ball." Jasper shot Alice an exasperated look, noticing my growing fury.

"She… stealing… what?" I sputtered, the green monster raging in my veins. Jasper swiftly rose and placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. A strange sense of ease washed over me, and I felt my hands unclench.

"Edward keeps saying that he's only going with her to be a gentleman, but not many people believe him. They don't understand how much he has changed in the past two or so weeks. They only know that he missed a week of school because he was in the hospital. But they don't know why, or with whom." I closed my eyes for a second. People doubted Edward. They probably assumed that the track team had forced him into our relationship. But that wasn't true…

Was it?

I opened my eyes again, shuffling over to sit on my bed next to Rosalie. She put a reassuring arm around my shoulder, and pulled me into a side hug.

"None of us doubt Edward really loves you. You don't see the way he looks at you… when did you become divine?" She chuckled at her little joke. I raised my brows, looking over at her like she had serious mental issues. Which reminded me of something…

"Why did Tanya say I had brain damage? That's seriously… low. There are real people out there who are really suffering because of that, and she decides to use it as a tool for my eternal mortification?" I shook my head in disgust.

"Let's just say the cheese fell off her cracker a long time ago," Rose decided, causing all of us to burst into raucous laughter.

"A funny joke and I'm not in on it?" A velvety, indignant voice rang from the door frame. My bronze haired, green eyed Adonis was leaning against the doorframe, his lower lips sticking out in a childish pout. My heart was sent into a frenzy, my lips parting infinitesimally. I vaguely heard Emmett make a remark.

"The joke's on you, man."

"Bella…" Edward was speaking, but I tuned out the moment he said Bella I found myself basking in the glory that was his voice. "Bella… Bella, are you thinking about Anthony and Alison again?" He teased, shaking me gently. When he removed his hand from my shoulder, I frowned and grabbed it again.

"I didn't say you could stop touching me," I complained, placing both of my hands on his one. Emmett guffawed loudly.

"I think that's our cue to leave." He started to tug on Rose's arm, but she resisted.

"Um…" That was all I said. Could I honestly get any more awkward? Yes. But Edward, thankfully, saved me.

"I can touch Bella anytime I want, but I think now we all have plans." My eyes widened in embarrassment, the viral blush returning to claim my cheeks. Edward wasn't my savior after all.

"Edward," I whined quietly, but Alice cut me off.

"What plans?"

"Strip poker? Where shall the game take place?" Alice beamed and clapped her hands together rapidly. I quickly dropped Edward's hand in order to bury my face in my own palms.

"Noooo," I moaned into my hands, shaking my head in denial. "No, no, no!" Someone's fingers were lightly tracing my backbone, toying with the ends of my hair. Their lips made their way to my ear.

"I won't let you lose… or maybe I will," he assured me, his voice more alluring than ever. He tenderly removed my hands from my face, and placed a sweet kiss on my lips. My arms wrapped around his neck on their own accord, pulling him closer. He gently broke my hold, his half smile gracing his perfect lips.

"Stop tempting me, Bella," he scolded me, before emitting a musical chuckle.

"Time to play strip poker!" Emmett announced loudly, ripping Edward away from me.

"Jesus, Emmett! Makes me wonder how Rose doesn't have bruises all over her body after a night with you!" Rose's cheeks turned a brilliant scarlet, a blush almost worthy of me.

"Kids, break it up! Jasper and I have decided that we will be playing by the lake. More explanation there!" She concluded, before bounding out of the room, Jasper gliding along in her wake. Rosalie and Emmett followed after, and Edward slipped his hand into mine. I grabbed my jacket, tossing it over my shoulders, before leading the way out of the room.

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"Okay kids! This is how the game goes. Each hand, there is one winner, obviously. The winner gets to choose one person, and one article of clothing. The person that they choose has to oblige, or else they can't play anymore. The cards are ranked from high to low-- Ace, King, Queen, Jack, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, Ace. Ace can be high or low, but is usually high. There are four suits; however, no suit is higher than another. All poker hands contain five cards, the highest hand wins.

"We won't be playing with wild cards, so no five of a kind. The highest is a royal flush, which is an ace, a king, a queen, a jack and a ten, all of the same suit. No wrap-arounds, which is basically like a king, an ace, a two, a three, a four and a five. A straight flush comes after a royal flush, which is five cards in order in the same suit. Then there is four of a kind, which is four cards of the same rank, like four fives, or four nines. After that is a full house, which is three of a kind and a pair. For example, three queens and two fours is a full house. After that is a flush, which is four cards of the same suit. Then comes a straight, which is five cards in order, regardless of the suit. Then there's three of a kind, which is three cards of the same rank, like three fives. Then is a two pair, which is two distinct pairs and then another card. The second worst hand is a pair, which is when you have a distinct pair, and then three other cards. If no one has a flush of any kind, four of a kind, a full house, a straight, three of a kind, a two pair or a pair, then there is something called high card. Whoever has the highest card wins the round.

"We also won't play with raises or calls. But if someone folds, which is dropping out of the current hand, that person sacrifices a piece of clothing. Simple enough. Does everyone understand?" Alice prompted after her long explanation. I was still somewhat confused, but I just nodded my head. "Let's play poker!"

The game turned out to be eventful, to say the least. Edward won the first round with a straight flush, and demanded my jacket.

" You started out with one article of clothing more than anyone else, so now it is fair game," he justified. I rolled my eyes, turning my attention to my hand. Another two pair. Emmett hooted when he received a royal flush, holding his hand out to me.

"Your shirt, m'dear," He announced, smirking. Why was everyone ganging up on me? The third round was better for me. I was dealt a straight, but Emmett got another royal flush. This time, it was Rosalie who lost an article of clothing.

And so the game continued. During the seventh round, Alice winked at me before ordering Edward to remove his shirt. My jaw dropped as his pale stomach was revealed to me, as perfect as the rest of him. There was a distinct v shape disappearing into his pants. Head out of the gutter, Bella! I scolded myself. Alice won another few rounds, and as she took Edward's socks, he complained about her using her foresight to… foresee… everyone's moves. She retaliated by telling Edward to use his mind reading 'skills.' But Alice continued to win. The first person to lose was Emmett, during the fourteenth round. He tore off his boxers before sprinting towards the lake, screaming 'Victory!' at the top of his lungs before jumping in. It took everyone else a few minutes to regain focus. My jaw dropped as I was dealt a king of hearts… a jack of hearts… a ten of hearts… a queen of hearts… an ace of hearts! I mimicked Emmett's call of victory, before claiming Alice's shirt—she had only lost her shirt, and if I had taken Edward's last article of clothing, I was not sure if I would be able to resist. The next round, Jasper lost his boxers to Alice, and sauntered over to the lake, slipping in without a word. There were only four of us left, all of us in only undergarments.

"Bella, time for you to strip," Edward announced as he revealed a straight flush. My blush matched the red diamonds on each card. He reached over to help me unclasp my bra, and my eyes widened, my thoughts swirling. I quickly snatched Edward's shirt from the grass, tossing it over my shoulders. I turned around, and quickly unhooked my bra and slipped out of my panties before I raced back towards the building, buttoning Edward's shirt as I went. I swore I heard him moan, then speak to Alice.

"Don't you love how she looks in my clothes?" Alice's bell like laughter rang out to me as I pushed the doors to my building open, the blush gaining in strength. My mind became obsessed with revenge, and as I plopped onto my bed, I decided which would be best to use against them tomorrow.

Or later tonight…

Author's Note: So I've never played poker in my life, let alone strip poker. I kind of googled it, and hoped for the best. And was the Tanya drama alright, or... dumb...? AHH. There's more Tanya drama next chapter. I would also like to say Welcome back, Jacob Black.