Layla and Leah finally headed home after sneaking into a club in Port Angeles. It was nearly midnight as they pulled back into the La Push Reservation, singing along with the radio as loudly as they could. Layla pulled into the driveway and put the Escalade in park. Layla walked into her father's house and to her bedroom, grabbing her pipe and some of the good stuff. She headed back out where Leah was waiting by the porch.

"I've got to take these shoes off, my feet are killing me." Leah whined, tugging the heels off.

"Oh, yeah. You'll break something trying to walk in the sand with heels." Layla said, pulling hers off and tossing them on the porch.

Layla looped her arm in Leah's and the two headed for the beach, taking the long way and passing by Jake's garage. When they got closer, Layla started talking louder.

"Do you think Jake got so hard when he saw you that he just, like, ran into his house and starting jerking it?" Layla asked loudly.

"Layla!" Leah hissed.

"Hell, I'd start just looking at you. Like, I could so motorboat you." Layla said, grinning. "Are you okay if we go a little lesbian if Jake doesn't have the good sense to join us on the beach?"

"Oh, God." Leah groaned.

"I'll take that as a yes!" Layla said, tugging Leah towards the beach.

Inside the garage, Jake and Embry froze as they heard Layla and Leah walking by the garage, talking. At that moment, he was so glad that Paul, Jared, and Colin had patrol duty and that Quil was babysitting Claire. Once he was sure that the girls had walked far enough away, he motioned for Embry.

"Dude...am I crazy for wanting to go? You know how Sam feels about anyone even looking at Leah. But he's married. He can't do anything to me, right?" Jake asked.

"Is it just like...just hard up for sex or are you actually into her?" Embry asked.

Jake rubbed the center of his chest. "I...I don't know. Sam's used the Alpha voice on me so much about her that it's like the human me and the wolf me keep fighting about it." Jake said.

Embry nodded, thinking. "I think you should go for it. What if you've Imprinted on her but Sam's Alpha voice is trying to contradict it? I can tell it's definitely making Leah miserable. And you've been dragging your ass lately. Go for it." he said.

"Are you coming?" Jake asked.

"I don't know. Paul got so freaking mad when he saw Layla and I together. He's one of my best friends. I don't know." Embry said, frowning. Why did that feel so wrong? "Audrey, that girl from Taco Hell, texted me earlier wanting me to go to a party with her."

"Suit yourself. I'm going to First Beach." Jake said. "Catch you later."

Jake took off jogging toward the beach. Embry pulled his phone from his pocket. God, this felt so wrong.

Layla and Leah were already pretty lit when Jake showed up. He grinned as he saw Layla dancing around Leah in the sand.

"Jakey!" Layla called out. "You're just in time, too. Leah...Leah was like...I think she wants me." Layla tried to whisper, but laughed. "She'll be sad when she finds out that I left my toy at home."

Jake laughed, shaking his head. "I wouldn't tell her." he said, grinning.

"Heeyyy how about I go like...somewhere...and you can just whip it out and like, make her scream." Layla said. "Not in pain. Unless she likes that. She seems really kinky."

"Layla!" Leah said, laughing. "Laaayyyllllaaaa...that's so awesome to say. Laaaayyyy-luuuuhhh."

Layla got behind Jake and leaned against him, trying to push him. "You're so warm, holy shit." Layla said. Leeeaaahhhh!" Layla stopped pushing and started laughing. "That's a really good name to scream." she said. "Here, loosen up."

Layla handed the pipe and lighter to Jake and showed him how to light and inhale. Like Leah, it took him a few tries before he could inhale and hold it. After a few minutes, Jake pulled his shirt off and walked over to Leah who was grinding with Layla. He pulled her over and leaned her back, kissing her passionately.

"Oh hell yes!" Layla called out. "I'm gonna go somewhere and find my toy. I've not got a hot guy."

Jake pulled Leah down to the sand, tugging on her dress. Layla stopped to watch for a few seconds. "I knew he was hung!" she called out, heading for the hardtop.

Layla heard Leah scream in pleasure and grinned. "Get it, girl!" she called out, heading for her house.

Layla pulled her phone from her bra and turned Pandora on, turning the volume up and sticking her phone back in her bra. "Singing boobs." Layla muttered, laughing. She twirled several times and ran right into a low wall, falling sideways.

"Whoa, whoa." Billy said, grabbing Layla's arms to steady her.

"Bad Ass Billy Black!" Layla said, grinning. "What are you doing out here? It's like...late!"

"Looking for Jake. He didn't come in." Billy said.

"Oh, he'll come alright." Layla said, laughing.

"Are you high?" Billy asked.

"Are you Quilete?" Layla answered. "He's with Leah." she whispered. "My girl finally getting that D!"

Billy started laughing, leaning back in his wheelchair. "About time." he said.

"Hell yeah, my brother!" Layla said, holding up her hand for a high five.

Billy slapped her hand and said goodnight to Layla, heading back toward his house. Layla yawned and stretching, deciding to sit down on the ground and take a break. She laid down in the grass and looked up at the stars, her mind flying.

Sam was walking back from Old Quil's house when he saw someone ass plant on the grass. He jogged up and saw that it was Layla, laying on her back.

"Layla? You okay?" Sam asked, standing over her.

"No diggity, no doubt baby!" Layla said, singing along with the music coming from her bra. "Sambo! Like Rambo. I'm great! Why are you so tall?" she asked.

"You're laying in the grass in my yard." he said.

"It's very nice." Layla said.

"Did you and Leah have a nice time tonight?" Sam asked.

"Oh, yeah. Leah's having a ball! Or two." Layla giggled.

"You're high, aren't you?" Sam asked.

"Everyone asks me that. Yaaaaaaaaasss bitch!" Layla said.

"Did Leah get home okay?" Sam asked.

"Oh, God, no. She's getting nailed on the beach. Lucky whore." Layla muttered. "You're not allowed to interrupt."

"What?! Who?!" Sam asked, nearly growling.

"Nunya." Layla said.

"Nunya?" Sam asked, confused.

"Nunya bidness, fool!" Layla said, laughing.

"I'm going to stop that right now." Sam said, heading for the beach.

Layla stood up and tried running after Sam, finally catching up to him. "You don't own her, Sam. Like, no one owns anybody. You lost her when you dumped her hot ass for Emily. And once you dump...you can't hump!" Layla yelled.

"That doesn't mean she can just go around screwing anyone!" Sam yelled back.

"Dude...it so does mean that! You can't just, like, make her be celibate because you threaten every guy within a 500 mile radius. You're the world's biggest block!" Layla said.

"You don't know jack shit! You think I chose for this to happen this way?" Sam asked. "It freaking kills me!"

"How in the hell do you think she feels? Seeing you all lovey-dovey married with a kid on the way? The best thing you can do for her is let her go." Layla said.

Sam growled and punched the side of his garage. "Let it go...let it go..." Layla sang.

"Oh, no." Sam said.

"Go home, E.T. Let Leah live. And get a little." Layla said, grinning. "Get it?"

Sam took a deep breath and sighed. He turned around and headed back for the house he shared with Emily.

"Just...who's she with?" Sam asked.

"I will need you to double pinky promise that you won't be all like...ME SAM ME MAD! SAM SMASH! when I tell you." Layla said.

Sam held up both his pinky fingers and Layla squealed, going up the steps to pinky swear. "Jakey!" she whispered.

Sam closed his eyes and nodded, dropping his hands and heading inside his house. Layla walked down the steps, heading for her father's house. She walked by Jake's garage, stopping to dance every few seconds. She was nearly to her Escalade when she spotted Embry. She was about to call out his name when she saw he wasn't alone.

Layla's heart leapt to her throat when she saw Embry pushing a bleached blonde skinny mini girl against his truck and kiss her. She bit her lip, watching as Embry picked the girl up and her wrapping her legs around his waist. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see anyone, her happy high turning into a sad high.

Layla looked the other way as she walked home as quickly as she could, not wanting to see or hear anymore. The front door was locked and she didn't want to knock and wake her father or Paul up. She looked around, trying to think of what her options were. She could sleep in her Escalade and freeze. She could barge in on Sam and Emily, but after the confrontation with Sam tonight, she didn't really want to do that. Layla looked around and saw Leah's house, and saw a light on.

Layla walked over to the window that had the light on and looked in, seeing Seth awake, watching a movie. She tapped on the window and Seth jumped up, clearly startled. He came over to the window and saw that it was Layla and pulled the window open.

"Are you okay?" Seth asked.

"I'm locked out and it's cold and I pissed Sam off and Embry's screwing some bleached blonde cow." Layla whined. "Can I sleep with you?" she asked.

"Come to the front door." Seth said.

Layla walked to the front door, leaning against the door jamb. Seth opened the door while Layla was yawning. She held her arms out and Seth bent slightly, picking her up. He carried her to his bedroom and set her on the edge of the bed.

"Sethy...unzip me?" Layla asked.

Seth nodded and Layla scooted around and he unzipped her dress. Layla pulled it off over her head and tossed it off the bed. Seth swallowed hard. Layla crawled up to his pillows and laid down. Just then a knock sounded at Seth's door and Seth's mom, Sue, opened the door and stuck her head in. Her eyes went wide, seeing her son in his boxers and Layla in her bra and panties, laying on his bed.

"Seth?" Sue said, clearly shocked.

"Mom!" Seth said, standing up.

"Living room, now." Sue said, closing the door and walking to the living room. Seth pulled a blanket over Layla before walking to the living room. "What in the world is going on? Are you having sex with her?!" she asked.

"She's locked out and she had no where else to go." Seth said. "We're not having sex."

"You better not, or so help me..." Sue said.

Seth rolled his eyes and walked back to his bedroom. He saw Layla sitting up, looking around. "You disappeared." she whined softly.

"I'm sorry. Lay back down." Seth said.

Layla frowned and held her arms back out. "I'm cold. You're warm." Layla whispered.

Seth needed no further encouragement and crawling into his bed. Layla scooted until she was nearly underneath him and moved as close as she could to him, pushing her face against his neck. Seth pulled the blanket over her and wrapped his arms around her. Layla closed her eyes and was asleep within minutes.

'I could so get used to this.' Seth thought.

Layla stirred, pulling away and pulling her phone out of her bra, squinting at it and turning it off, making the music stop. She whined and moved her hand behind her back, unclasping her bra and tossing it before cuddling back up to Seth.

'Please don't get hard. Please don't get hard. Please don't get hard.' Seth thought.

So, I had a review saying that they didn't like Paul hitting Layla. That's a huge part of my story that leads to a better part? Does anyone else feel that way?

If you're uncomfortable reading it, then turn away now. It's going to get worse before it gets better.

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