A/N:: I love you guys! You guys are so good to me! Ah! Anyway, here's a treat because I have been so moved by all of your reviews on the last chapter, that I just had to update because, well I feel I owe you guys. *hugs*

Disclaimer:: SMeyer owns everything related to Twilight. I just think that my plot of this story makes Jacob Black so much hotter. But still, if I was Stephenie Meyer, do you guys think that I would be sitting here on my but, waiting for Eclipse to come out onto Vuze so I can pirate it?

No.

I didn't think so.

Now, in light of recent events, I have read all of the reviews on the last chapter, and I noticed that all most of you were like 'Oh, no he didn't!' or 'That bastard!' or 'Jacob is SUCH a jerk-off!' Except one.

And her or his name is :: Musical Pineapple (Did I spell it right?)

MP's(Is it okay if I call you that?) review really caught my eyes (not that all of the rest of your guy's didn't) and the way that she/he said that she was glad that Jacob 'cheated' on Nessie really had me thinking. Because (No offence to all of you who Jake/Ness FF) the other FF's that were of J/N, Jacob was really loyal. And I am proud to say that Musical Pineapple is my reviewer of the day! Or night. Or afternoon! Lol

So I must say, that here is the next chapter. :D

OH! BTW, it's like 11.50 PM where I'm at. So I'mma time myself to see how long it will take me to write this chapter.

WAIT! One more announcement! I'm kinda-sorta not-so un-proud to say that I have decided that I am switching to Team Switzerland. *sigh* I think I love Edward and Jacob the same. Ok. Moving on. . .

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Jacob's POV::

I parked outside of Nessie's house. I was sweating bullets and on top of that, my dick hurt. I felt the tears rolling down my cheeks and my fists clenched so hard around the steering wheel of the Rabbit that my knuckles were white.

I couldn't do this.

I was to chicken shit.

I started the Rabbit back up and pulled out of Nessie's neighbor's driveway and headed home. I was such a jerk.

My tears were now flowing down my face and in my mind all I could picture was Nessie's face when we would see each other at school and come up to me and ask me why I never showed.

I need some type of alcohol. This is too much.

.d[-_-]b.

After I had gotten inside my house, I was glad to see that my mother and father were not home. I ran into the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of Jagermeister out of the fridge and took a gulp. I felt the liquorish flavored booze slid down my throat and down into my stomach. I took 4 more big gulps until the bottle was empty.

I wasn't drunk, but I was more on a buz. I NEEDED to be drunk.

I searched the fridge for anymore alcohol that is might store and was happy to see a handle of Crown Royal sitting in the back of the fridge. Not even opened! The fifteen year old in me shouted.

I grabbed the Crown Royal and hastily pulled off the blue velvet bag that it was in and unscrewed that lid and chugged it down.

I drank the CR until there was about a third left in it.

NOW I was drunk.

And so damn glad I was.

I went and set down on the couch and just let my drunken mind let its self wonder.

BANG BANG BANG!

I jumped out of my place that I was sitting and ran, drunkenly over to the door and opened it.

And there stood Claire Santana. La Push's Head slut.

"Hey Jacob. You wanna have some fun?"

"Suuuurrreee. 'uo onna playyee 'onoplayee?" I replied

"No Jacob. I was thinking more on the lines of. .. . . . . . this" She grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me into a kiss.

Oh no.

"Jacob, I want your tongue." I was too drunk to care who she was. She wanted my tongue, I'll give her my tongue. . .

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I'll spare you the details because we all know how that shit happens. After Claire got her panties back on and her clothes straightened up, my cell rang.

And before I could reach for it, Claire did.

"Hello?" She asked breathlessly.

"Yea, he sure is. And he just gave me the best orgasm EVER!" Then she hung up the phone and threw it at me.

"Who 'uz dat?"

"I don't know. But the ID said 'Nessie'."

That right there got me sobered up.

Shit. This was not going to be good. I hated myself. I wanted to kill myself. How could I let this happen?

Oh wait. I was drunk. Nice.

Somehow, some way, I managed to make to my room after almost shoving Claire out of my house.

I plopped down on my bed and waited for darkness to close in on me.

.d[-_-]b.

I woke up and I noticed that I had slept in almost an hour. Shit! I got up quickly and regretted it. My head started pounding and the images from last night came flooding in. Fuuuucccckkkkkk.

I glanced at my clock and noticed that I was an hour late for school.

I got up and got ready for school.

I was going to go to school with a hangover. Nice Jacob. How about a round of applause, hm?

.d[-_-]b.

I was walking down the hall and was going to head into the main office to get a 'tardy slip' so I could go into class, when someone small bumped into me.

I looked down and saw those big beautiful brown eyes that captured my heart for the first time.

Renesmee.

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A/N:

Ok, it took me an hour to write this. It is now 12.32 AM.

So yea. I love you guys. Review please.

Questions?

Favorite part?

Anyone enjoy Drunk-y Jakey as much as I do?

K, I'mma go to bed.

~Nikki "I have Fingers."