A/N: This story has no Beta. All spelling errors and mistakes are my own.

LEMONS IN THIS CHAPTER.

Bella POV

Was this bitch serious? Who even was she?
"He said your name! Your name!" She poked my shoulder and narrowed her eyes, "Do you get any satisfaction from sleeping with other people's boyfriends?"
I stared at her incredulously, I had no idea what she was talking about. Was she on crack or something? "Listen bitch, I have no fucking idea what you're talking about. So you better back the fuck up." I pushed her away from me, this bitch was crazy.
She glared at me, ""I'm talking about Edward, you retard. He said your name when me and him were doing stuff."
I bit my lip, trying to stop the laughter. Oh honey. My shoulder shook as I tilted my head back and erupted into uncontrollable laughter. He said my name, yeah right. I had just about had enough of this place. It was either laugh or cry.
"What's so fucking funny?" Jane growled, standing with her hands on her hips.
If anything that made me laugh harder. She looked like a defiant five year old. I felt a sharp sting across my cheek. That bitch hit me.
My hand instinctively cupped my cheek, "What the fuck?" I hissed.
Jane smirked, raising a brow.
Enough is enough. I flew toward her, pushing her away from me. She grabbed my hair, tugging on it, her other hand pushing my chin up.
Oh hell no.
My fist collided with her face. I never in my life have felt something so fucking satisfying.
"That's enough!" Edward grabbed me by the waist, pulling me off Jane.
I turned, hitting Edward's chest, pushing him away from me, "Get this bitch away from me!" I wiped my bottom lip, trying to catch my breath.
"Watch your back, Swan." Jane spat. I smirked, noticing my mark on her lip.
Well done, Swan. Well done.
Edward grabbed Jane's arm, "Leave her the fuck alone."
I raised a brow, watching with satisfaction as Edward dragged the little troll outside.
"Oh my God, Bella!" Alice rushed over to me, "Are you okay? What happened? Are you hurt?"
"No." I answered, looking back towards Edward's retreating figure.
"That was crazy. What the hell was she talking about?" Alice asked, furrowing her brows in confusion and concern.
I shrugged, "Fuck knows." I began walking to the toilets, Alice trailing behind me. I doubted what Jane said was true, which is why it was so fucking hilarious. She didn't know me, and I didn't know her. So there was utterly no explanation for the shit that came out of her mouth.
Unless it was true.
I shook my head, staring at my reflection in the mirror. There was no fucking way. He made his feelings perfectly clear.
~Alice pushed herself up, sitting at the sinks, "Are you sure you're okay?"
I nodded, "Yeah."
The door swung open and Rosalie sauntered in, "What happened?" She demanded, eyes wide in excitement.
I rolled my eyes, "Alice will explain." I pushed open the door, leaving the toilets.
The halls were littered with students, eyeing me, pointing at me, whispering their rumours.
Great.
I needed out of this place. I needed to leave. Because if I saw Jane's face again…it would be too fucking soon.

"Hey kiddo." My dad smiled as he finished his pudding.
"Hey." I flopped down on the chair beside his bed and sighed deeply.
"What's wrong?" He sat the empty cup on the table and frowned.
"Nothing. Just school, I guess." I rubbed my forehead and forced a smile, "How are you doing? Dr Cullen said the surgery will go ahead on Monday."
My dad sighed and nodded, "Yeah. I'm not exactly overjoyed about it."
"Why?"
"Because it might not work, Bells."
I frowned, "Maybe not. But it can slow down the progression of it…and who knows, it might work! You could get cured and-"
"I am not going to be cured, Bella." My dad snapped.
I shrunk back in the seat and blinked a few times. It was very unlike my dad to snap at people, to snap at me.
"Sorry." I mumbled, staring down at my hands, "I just…"
"I know, kid. I'm just tired." He sighed, closing his eyes, "I'm sick of this place."
I took his hand in mine, "It's only for a few more days." I whispered, "You'll be home before you know it."
My dad nodded, "Yeah, I suppose your right." His grip tightened on my hand slightly, before he relaxed, "I love you, kid."
"I love you too, dad." I kissed his hand and smiled, "I'm gonna let you get some rest, okay?"
"Yeah. I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Of course." I stood up, putting my jacket over my arm, "See you tomorrow."
I shut the door to his room quietly and looked around for Dr. Cullen.
"Excuse me?"
The nurse looked up from her desk and gave me a warm smile, "Can I help you, dear?"
"Can you tell me where I can find Dr Cullen?" I asked politely.
"I'm sorry, but he's went home for the day. Can I take your name?"
I shook my head, "No it's okay. I'll be back tomorrow."
It wasn't that important anyway. I just wanted an update on my dad. I wanted to make sure everything was going accordingly. The nurse smiled again and went back to her paperwork.
I swear, that's all I ever see them do.
I sat down outside of the hospital on one of the benches, watching the sun set. I didn't have the energy to walk home just yet. I wanted a chance to process today's events. Like Jane for example.
I scoffed at the memory. What a fucking tool. I felt sorry for her. I felt sorry for her because she had to put up with 'asshole' as her boyfriend. My phone buzzed in my pocket, I immediately fished it out, expecting to see the hospital's number flash on the screen. I groaned when I saw that it was Edward. Or should I say 'Asshole'.
"What?" I hissed, I wasn't in the mood for him again. He couldn't understand simple English. But part of me couldn't ignore his call. Maybe he was calling to apologise for Jane's behaviour.
"We need to talk." I could hear him smile over the phone. It made the hairs on my arm stand up.
"No. We don't." I replied, tiredly. I was sick of having the same conversation with him. Or rather, the same fight.
"We do. Whether you like it or not." He chuckled.
I rolled my eyes, deciding to appease him, that way he could leave me the fuck alone, "Fine." I sighed, "What could you possibly have to tell me now?"
He took a deep breath, "I love you."
My throat closed up. My heart felt like it was about to explode.
No.
Tears pooled in my eyes. I swear, the pain I felt in that moment was nothing I have ever experienced. I felt like I had to scream it all away. It was too painful.
"Edward," I wiped my eyes, "I am seriously sick and tired of being the punchline to your sick as fuck jokes." I sobbed, "I meant what I said. Stay the hell away from me."
I ended the call and began to sob uncontrollably into my hands. How could he think that was funny? Did he get some sort of kick out of it? Did he enjoy hurting me? He proved his point one too many times.
I shook my hands, and took a deep breath, trying to calm myself.
He doesn't deserve your tears.
No. He didn't. He didn't deserve anything I had.

"So…what's the reason this time?" Jake smirked, handing me a small bag.
I looked up at him tiredly, "A multitude of shit."
He chuckled and let his hands rest on the steering wheel, "I've got time." He offered, raising a brow.
I shook my head, "Nah, it's cool."
"Seriously." He nudged me gently and smiled, "Tell me."
Sighing, I pocketed the bag, "Just boy trouble."
Jake chuckled and scratched his chin, "Boy trouble?"
I nodded.
He shook his head, "Damn, Swan." He looked into my eyes then and smiled. Really smiled, "Who wouldn't want you?"
A blush crept along my cheeks as I looked down, "Thanks…I guess." This was weird. Was your drug dealer supposed to hit on you? Or was this just an Arizona thing?
"How much do I owe you?" I asked, changing the subject.
Jake frowned, deliberating something, "Well…" He started, "No. Forget it. Nevermind." He waved his hand, dismissing his silent reverie.
"Okay." I chewed on my lip and stared out at the night sky. I fidgeted, suddenly unable to keep still.
Jake took my hand and looked over at me, "You wanna smoke with me?"
"Sure." I answered, my face burning with embarrassment still.
Jake smirked, pulling out his tin, "I meant it." He mumbled as he started building a joint.
I stared at him, confused.
"What I said." He chuckled, "Who wouldn't want you?"
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, "It's not a case of who does or doesn't want me." I answered, watching his fingers roll the paper around the tobacco and weed.
"What's it a case of then?" He asked, his tongue gliding along the paper.
My mouth suddenly went dry. My face burning red. I squeezed my legs together and breathed through my nose, "Why do you care?" I whispered, trying to concentrate on anything other than him.
He chuckled again and lit the joint, taking a deep drag. His hand gripped my chin gently, as he turned my head so I could look at him. He leaned in closer, closer, closer and parted his lips, exhaling smoke into my mouth. I inhaled, my eyes closing. His nose skimmed across mine, his breathing soft against my lips. I shivered, dying for a taste.
Stop thinking with your pussy. You're worse than a guy.
Jake took another drag, repeating his actions.
I breathed out, the smoke circling the both of us.
"Feel better?" He whispered.
I opened my eyes to find him staring intently at me, "Yeah." I whispered. I did. I felt...relaxed. Relaxed and content.
Jake cupped my cheek with his hand and leaned his forehead against mine.
My heart was screaming at me to get the fuck out of there. Not to let whatever the hell this was happen. But my head was saying something completely different.
Fuck Edward. He doesn't care. Show him you don't care.
I closed my eyes again and took a deep breath. Everything was so conflicting. What was I supposed to do?
Before I had a chance to react, scream, bite or pretty much do anything, he kissed me.
It sent a shock down my spine and I found myself leaning into him, returning his kiss. His hand moved to the back of my head, holding me in place as he kissed me more deeply, tracing my bottom lip with his tongue.
Fuck me.
This wasn't like Edward's kisses. This kiss was raw, unloving, and passionate. This kiss was purely physical.
Fuck emotions.
If emotionless tasted and felt this good, I could remain like this forever.
Fuck Edward Cullen and his bipolar sense of love. Fuck Edward Cullen and his backwards way of affection. Fuck Edward Cullen to hell and back.
My hands gripped Jake's collar as he pulled me into his lap. His kisses moved along my jawline, to my neck, kissing, biting, sucking. My eyes rolled back, savouring every kiss, every touch. My whole body was on fire. He pushed his hips up, grinding softly against me.
My hands moved into his hair, tugging, pleading, begging. His lips returned to mine then, both of us fighting for dominance.
He growled quietly, grabbing my hips and he rocked me back and forth. My teeth sank into his bottom lip, pulling, sucking. His grip on me tightened, as he pulled me flush against his chest. His hands feeling their way along my back, under my tank top, to unhook my bra. His expert touch, made my skin tingle and sent my body into overdrive.
He pulled my top off, exposing my naked chest, "Fuck." He breathed as his kisses moved down my neck, to my collarbone, and lower still.
I dug my nails into the back of his neck, my breathing shallow, filled with want.
Fuck emotions. No strings.
A soft moan escaped me, causing Jake to dig his teeth into my soft flesh. A low groan vibrated in his chest. I lifted his shirt over his head, my hands exploring his chest as he continued attacking my chest with kisses.
Somehow, someway, we ended up in the back seat.
He lay on top of me, my legs around his waist as he pushed himself against me. My nails scratched down his back as his mouth trailed harsh, wet kisses down my stomach. He dragged my jeans down, licking along my stomach, just above my underwear. My hips bucked, desire clouding my better judgement.
He tossed my jeans to the front of the car, his nose skimming along my inner thigh.
I bit my lip to stop from screaming. This was too much.
His hand slid up my leg, cupping my ass, holding me in place.
I squirmed under his touch. Please.
His other hand cupped me there. I tilted my head back, raising my hips. He smirked, "For me?" He whispered, as he slowly removed my underwear.
His tongue pressed against me, causing me to scream out. This was sheer ecstasy. He placed his mouth over my clit, his breathing ragged.
My hands moved back to his hair, gripping tightly as he ate me. My hips and his mouth, moving at their own rhythm.
"God." I moaned, writhing beneath him.
No strings.
He picked up the pace, his tongue moving faster and deeper against me, sending me closer and closer to the edge.
My stomach knotted, my breathing coming in short shallow bursts.
He moved away, unzipping his jeans before I felt any release.
No!
Jake smirked at me, "You…uh, got anything on you?"
I furrowed my brow in confusion, trying to catch my breath.
"A condom?" He chuckled.
I shook my head, "No." Great. Just great.
Jake leaned down to kiss me, "It's fine. I can pull out."
What? No. He hooked his arms under my legs, pulling closer to him.
No strings, Swan.
Fuck no strings. What the fuck did I just let happen?! I couldn't do this. My heart sped up, pumping so fast I thought it was going to explode. My ears ringing, my body turning fiery hot with shame and embarrassment. I pushed him away from me, pulling up my underwear. I barely knew him, and I was ready and willing for him to fuck me senseless.
"What's wrong?" He asked, watching me, confused.
I shook my head, "I…I can't do this." I thought I could, but I couldn't. It was too much. Too soon. Too hasty, even for me. What the fuck was I turning into?
"Are you kidding?" Jake hissed, sorting himself.
"I'm sorry…I just-"
"Yeah. Whatever. Get the fuck out of my car."
I swallowed the lump in my throat, pulled on my jeans and looked back at him, "I'm just not ready, Jake." I whispered.
He sighed, his eyes softening, "Yeah, okay."
I smiled sadly and got out the car, taking a deep breath of fresh air.
Are you serious? You could've been on cloud 9 by now.
I rolled my eyes at myself. I could've. It was true. But I didn't want to sleep with someone for the wrong reasons. And sleeping with Jake to piss Edward off was one of those reasons.

Somehow, after all he has said and done, I loved that dickhead. And now, I had to get over it. Turn over a new leaf, as they say, and act like he didn't exist. I had to move on. It's the only way I could live.