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Chapter 33

The next morning…

A voice disturbed my slumber.

"Bitch."

What?

"Wake your ass up."

No.

"I'm tired of waiting for you to get up."

Who cares?

"I don't have time for this shit."

Then leave.

I made myself comfortable, snuggling back in my blankets until… smack.

"Shit." The pillow muffled my curse and I rolled my head to the side. Carefully, I opened my eyes to see Liz standing beside my bed, looking impatient.

Freeing a hand from my blanket, I rubbed the place she'd hit me on my butt, grumbling, "Damn it, Liz. What the hell?"

Unfazed by my grouchy attitude, Liz was brimming with excitement. "Time to get up."

I groaned, clutching my head. Already I could feel the beginnings of a headache coming on, and predicted that a bitch of a hangover was headed my way. As I began to push myself into sitting position, I felt a hand move on my hip and froze. Someone was in the bed with me.

Shutting my eyes, I silently prayed that it wasn't Taylor. Cautiously, I opened my eyes and slowly turned my head to see Angela's sleeping form next to me. Sighing with relief, I turned my attention back to Liz.

Interpreting my expression, Liz smirked, "Don't worry. My brother slept alone last night. Now, I want you to take a look at this."

I noticed Liz had Zach's camcorder in her hand. Angela stirred, opening her brown eyes as I kicked off the blankets. Noticing the camera in Liz's hand, Angela giggled, "If you guys want to make lesbian porn now, you have to let me freshen up first."

Liz climbed onto the bed, crawling toward us. "Later. You guys have to watch this."

I rubbed my eyes and stifled a yawn. "What is it?" Glancing down at my body, I noticed Angela and I were still wearing our clothes from last night.

Liz clamored into the space between us and sat down. She opened the screen and pressed play.

The video began with three girls dancing wildly on a bar while Don't Cha played in the background. I abruptly figured out the identity of the girls.

"Holy shit. That's us." Angela gasped. I didn't see Leah with us on the bar, and wondered where she was. There were people around the bar cheering us on including Jimmy, the owner of the bar. It was obvious that we were out of control and drunk off our asses.

The camera zoomed in on one of us… me. We watched as I rotated my hips. My eyes were closed as I swung my head from side to side, making my hair bounce around my face. Suddenly, I opened my eyes and leaned forward, giving the crowd a great view of my cleavage. We heard Zach's voice in the background, "Fucking A, that's hot."

I fell to my knees and swiped a drink from a guy at the bar, downing it in one gulp. Upon closer inspection, we were able to recognize the guy. It was Dillon. He took my hand and helped me off the bar. Pulling me to the dance floor where he hooked an arm around my waist, then we were practically grinding on each other. The camera zipped back toward the bar where Liz and Angela were still dancing. The men in the crowd cheered when Liz lifted up her shirt, trying to flash the crowd but thankfully, she was wearing a bra.

It was at this point we heard Ryan's voice. "What the fuck, Liz? Get your ass down from there." Liz was oblivious to his protests as she continued to dance up against Angela.

Angela and I turned to look at Liz in shock. Liz shrugged her shoulders then offered us an embarrassed grin. "What can I say? It was not one of my finest moments."

As we returned out attention to the recording, the camera panned back to Dillon and me. My face was buried in his chest, and his lips moved as he whispered something in my ear. It looked like he was doing most of the dancing for us as I moved lazily against him. Our hips seemed to be permanently stuck together as we swayed. Then his right hand slinked down my back and grabbed my ass.

Moments later, I was roughly yanked out of Dillon's arms. Angela and I watched in shock as Taylor lunged at Dillon, punching him right in the face. Dillon was momentarily stunned but quickly retaliated with a swift punch that caught Taylor the cheek and a fight broke out between the two men. It was shocking to witness Taylor's ferocity as he repeatedly slammed his fist into Dillon body. I'd never seen him so enraged.

Zach shouted, "Holy shit!" The video shook as Zach hastily put the camera down on the table and we weren't able to see the fight anymore. After a few seconds, someone picked up the camera again and pointed it back toward the guys. We came upon the scene of Zach and Ryan restraining a struggling, furious Taylor as he tried to go after Dillon who was being dragged away by Preston and Brad.

We caught Jimmy's voice in the background as he threatened to throw them out if they didn't stop their shit. Finally, Ryan and Zach were able to calm Taylor down enough to sit down.

Beside me, I heard Liz's relief filled voice, "I'm glad Zach and Ryan were able to stop Taylor. My brother has a bad temper and it's almost impossible to stop him when he gets like that."

Back on the recording, Ryan turned to Zach, "Man, forget this shit. We're leaving. Let's go get the girls."

They walked off screen and in the direction of the bar. The camera panned a little to the right and found me dancing by myself in a corner, completely oblivious to the fracas that just occurred. My drunken gaze landed on Taylor as he sat, gingerly touching his face, and I danced my way over to him.

I dropped myself down in the chair next to him and slurred, "There's red jelly coming out of your face." I leaned in close to his face. "You are a beautiful man."

Taylor tried to smirk then winced at the cut on his cheek. "You're drunk."

"And you're sexy." I leaned in closer with the intention of kissing him. But before our lips touched, my eyes drifted shut and I passed out. I fell face first, landing with my head in his crotch.

A mad cackle sounded in the background and we realized that Leah was the person that continued to film after Zach stopped. "This is too fucking funny. Bella Swan, the hell raiser." She managed to choke out in between guffaws.

Ryan and Zach rejoined us just as Taylor stood up, scooping me into his arms. Ryan had Liz thrown over his shoulder, fireman style while Zach had his arm around Angela's waist, trying to hold her upright.

Zach noticed Leah holding camera and dragged Angela over to where she stood. "You continued filming? My kinda woman." He leaned in close to Leah, then the video ended.

I sat there speechless with embarrassment while Liz and Angela rolled around on the bed howling with laughter. Bitches! I was ashamed of the way I acted and carried on last night. The hitting on Taylor, grinding on Dillon and let's not forget the stripper dancing on the bar. Then to make things worse, I ended up with my face in Taylor's crotch. My God. I barely recognized myself in that recording.

"It's even funnier the second time around." Liz panted breathlessly as she lay on the bed. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she tried to catch her breath.

Angela sat up, brushing the hair out of her eyes and took in my horrified expression. "Relax, Bella. We were all having fun last night." She tried to comfort me.

Agreeing with Angela, Liz supplied, "Yeah, you have nothing to be ashamed of. I was the one who tried to show a group of drunk, horny men my breasts. We were all pretty wasted."

Allowing myself to take solace in the fact that we'd all done things we weren't proud of last night, I relaxed. However, my relief was short-lived as Liz teased, "So what if you tried to seduce my brother, started a bar fight and danced like a hooker."

I gasped, suddenly remembering Taylor's bleeding cheek. "Oh! I almost forgot. Is Taylor okay?"

Liz waved off my concern. "He's fine. Everyone's downstairs having breakfast. Come on down." She was already striding toward the door, and I couldn't help but glare at her in jealousy. How Liz always managed to look hangover free the morning after a night of drinking, I would never know.

I called out behind her as she left the room. "I'll be down in a few. I need to have a shower and wash the skank off me."

"As if a shower's gonna help with that, hooker." Angela teased evilly. Her brown eyes twinkled as she rolled off the bed and began to peel off her clothes.

I figured she had the same idea. Holding up a hand, I quipped, "Sorry, I shower alone."

Down to her underwear, Angela snorted in amusement. "Hooker, please. There's more than one shower in this house." She wrapped herself in her towel and left me to undress.

After I'd had my bath and changed, I padded down the stairs. I heard laughter coming from the kitchen and went in. I imagined they were all gathered around the table having their breakfast. As I came into everyone's view, the table fell silent and everyone stared at me. Jeez.

Liz broke the silence, greeting me loudly, "Hi, hooker!"

Everyone laughed as I flipped her off, strolling toward the counter in search of my breakfast. After organizing two pieces of toast and a glass of orange juice, I took my place in the empty spot next to a smirking Leah. Nervously, I nibbled on a piece of toast and zoned out the talking going on around me.

Feeling eyes on me, I looked up from my plate and into the piercing eyes of Taylor as he sat across from me. From where I sat, I was able to see the red discoloration of his cheek bone and the slight swelling of his bottom lip. Poor thing. Guilt gnawed away at my stomach. Whatever appetite I had, up and fled.

Taylor was the first to break our eye contact, returning his attention back to his eggs while I fretted silently. Was he mad at me? Or even worse, disappointed? I supposed I would have to apologize to him sometime today. If I hadn't been acting so slutty, then, a drunk off his ass, Dillon wouldn't have grabbed my ass leading Taylor to punch him for it. After I apologized to Taylor, I would have to call Dillon and make sure he was okay. Taylor really beat him down last night.

My gaze flitted over to where Zach sat grinning. I knew that look. Zach wore his cat that had sex with the canary before killing and eating it grin on his face. Did Zach and Leah… I watched as he playful wagged a piece of bacon in her face. She smacked it away, trying not to smile and failing miserably. Oh yeah. They slept together last night.

Just the sight of my she-wolf smiling was worth any lingering shame I'd felt about the night before. No one deserved to have at least one good night like Leah did. A small smile bloomed on my face as I watched them and I bit my bottom lip in an attempt to stop it. My eyes wandered back to see Taylor looking at me intently. Blushing lightly, I dropped my gaze to my plate and forced myself to finish my toast.

Later. I would apologize to him later.

I stood beside the car, waiting for Leah and Zach to finish saying goodbye. As much as I tried not to stare at them, I couldn't help it. I was too far away and unable to hear their conversation. Zach was leaning against the side of the house, as he spoke to her. Leah shook her head in reply and shuffled almost… shyly on her feet. Shyly, what the hell? Leah was shy… wow. With stuffed hands in his pockets, Zach glanced down at his feet as he spoke to her. Aw… that's so cute. He looked like a little boy asking a girl out for the first time.

Not wanting to ruin their moment, I smothered the giggle that threatened to trickle from my mouth. Without warning, Leah turned on her heel and walked away from a confused looking Zach. "Aw, come on, Lee."

Leah didn't slow her steps as she tossed over shoulder, "Forget it, kid. I don't do long distance relationships."

What the hell is this?

Did Zach want to start something serious with Leah? I'd never pegged Zach for a relationship kinda guy as he'd always been a ruthless serial dater in the past. He wasn't the type to fool a girl into believing they had any kind of future together. And he never made promises he couldn't keep.

Leah hopped into the passenger seat, slamming the door behind her. I threw a sympathetic gaze at Zach before scampering around the car and climbing into the driver's seat. I turned to ask Leah if she was sure she wanted to say goodbye to Zach like this. I didn't even get past her name before she snapped at me, "Just drive."

I put the car into gear then drove us away from the house. Breaking the silence, I said, "So you uh…" Had sex?

"Yep."

"With uh…" Zach?

"Uh huh."

I couldn't think of anything else to say. "Wow." I bet it was fantastic.

Leah's eyes glazed over slightly as she sighed, "Yeah."

Twisted curiosity made me ask, "So… how was it?"

Leah offered me a grin that was very much like Zach's. Oh hell. He's rubbed off on her. "Do you really want to know?"

"I guess not." I relented and gave the road my full attention. I could see the airport in the distance. It wouldn't be long until we arrived and there was something I think Leah deserved to know. Something that could change the way she looked at Zach.

As we came to a stop at a red light, I turned my head to Leah and blurted, "Zach knows about the Cullens!"

Leah's eyes snapped to mine, rattling off questions. "What? How did he find out? Did they try to do something to him?" The shaking of the car, alerted me to the fact that Leah was seconds away from phasing in my car.

Trying to defuse the situation, I shouted, "Calm down, Leah! You'll phase if you don't calm down!"

I watched as Leah took a series deep breath, trying to achieve some kind of serenity. Her tremors slow to a stop as she fought with the wolf and won. A relief filled sigh escaped my lips, and I mentally kicked myself for blurting the news out the way I did.

Apparently, Leah had the same idea as she glared at me. "Sorry." I apologized meekly.

Her scowl softened as she queried, "So how did Zach find out?"

The light turned green and I got us moving again. "Well, you know Zach's from the Makah reservation, right?" After Leah nodded, I continued, "He grew up hearing the legends too, and while we were at the Cullen house, he put two and two together."

"So, is he as chummy with them as you are?" Leah asked grumpily, leaning back in her seat. She never warmed up to the Cullens, even after they fought alongside each other.

"Actually, Zach demanded we leave right away. He didn't want to be around them at all, even after I told him about their vegetarian diet. He promised never to tell anyone about the Cullens but, other than that, he wants nothing to do with them." I admitted, and I thought I spied a proud, tiny smile on Leah's face.

"The point I'm trying to get at, Leah, is that Zach is a trustworthy guy. I'm just telling you this in case you ever decide to let him in on any secrets." I finished slyly, looking at her from the corner of my eyes. Leah smiled softly to herself and I decided to let her soak in that bit of information. I just wanted to let her know that Zach was a decent, honorable guy, in case she ever decided to change her mind about him. Somehow, I had the feeling that things weren't over between them.

Once in the airport, Leah and I stood at her departure gate, hugging each other goodbye. I began again, "Leah, about Zach…"

Leah cut me off, "Just don't. All right." For a second, her hard mask slipped allowing me to see how hard this was for her.

She liked Zach too, but the distance between them would make things near impossible. Not to mention the fact that Leah could never tell Zach her secret. That she was a werewolf. Like me, Leah had her own secrets to keep which made it difficult to have serious relationships. I knew Leah wasn't worried about imprinting because she admitted that the elders didn't think it was a possibility for her. She thought that they considered her a genetic dead end because she didn't get her period anymore.

But just because we couldn't get serious with anyone didn't mean we couldn't date and have fun. "I'm making an amendment to our pact."

"What is it?"

"I propose that, in addition to never crying for Jacob or Sam again, we should also start dating. What'd you say?" I waited for her answer.

After giving it some thought, Leah agreed with me. "Fine, when I get back to Washington, I'll start dating again."

Pulling her in for one last hug, I murmured into her shoulder, "I wish you could stay here with us."

"I do too, but I can't. Not yet anyway." Leah pulled away with a sigh, brushing her hair out of her eyes.

As Leah walked to her gate, she teased me over her shoulder. "I'll call you when I get home. Bye, Isabella."

So Leah thought she could tease me? Well, two could play that game. "Bye, Lee."

Standing at the window, I watched as her plane rolled down the flight path and took off. I knew she was leaving with a somewhat better outlook on life, and I hoped it would be enough to help her once she sees Sam and Emily again.

I climbed into my car and drove back to the cabin, all the while worrying about how everyone would take the news of my going out with Dillon. As it turned out, I was right to be worried. I never knew one little date would cause so much fuss.

A/N: So how do you guys feel about the fight between Dillon and Taylor?

I'm sad to see Leah go back home but I have to get on with the story.

Summer couldn't last forever. Unfortunately.

Coming up next:Bella starts her Junior year.

Bella's date does not go over well with the boys, especially with you know who.

Ryan goes into full protective brother mode and embarrasses the hell out of Bella.

Amber makes another appearance and Bella gets catty.

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