Chapter 14 - Cheating Tears

Bella's Point Of View

"Kenda?" I asked, as Angela peeled out of the parking lot. "Were you able to get his phone out of his bag?"

"Of course." She said, with an evil smirk, firmly planted on her lips. "Do you think this is going to work?"

"I'm not entirely sure." I said, as I gazed at the moving trees outside the window."I hope it does. But, if it doesn't we'll just have to come up with something different."

It was silent for the rest of our ride. The only noise heard was the sound of tires crunching on pavement as the car moved closer and closer to our final destination. When Angela finally, pulled up to the front of the cozy looking home, I jumped out before she had the chance to shut the engine off. They quickly followed me out of the vehicle and stood beside me. Angela on my right, and Kenda on my left.

Together we walked to the door. Lifting my hand to knock, and then stepping back, I waited.

Only a few seconds later, we heard the click of the lock. "Can I help you?" The girl asked, when she finally had the door pulled open.

"Yes." I said, smiling. I stepped forward and introduced us. "I'm Bella. And this is Kenda and Angela." I said, pointing to the other two. "Are you Kim?"

"Yes?"

"Do you have a couple of minutes? I'd like to talk to you about Jared."

"Jared?" She asked, confused.

"Yea. It'll only be a few minutes."

"Sure." She said, warily. "Come in." She opened the door wider and waved us in past her.

Jared's Point Of View

I've been sick to my stomach all day. That kind of queasiness that you feel when you know something bad is going to happen, but you don't know what, when, why, where or how.

When the girls climbed into the truck and pulled away, before school even started, I knew something bad was going to happen. And I knew that I was the intended target. They were being way to nice to the other guys this morning.

Especially Bella.

Because of that constant nervousness, the day seemed to go by excruciatingly slow. When the bell finally did ring, signaling the end of the day, I made a beeline to my locker to call Kim. I was supposed to let her know when I would be there this afternoon, but Jake said he didn't need me at the shop. I figured I'd go over a little early to spend some time with her.

When I moved to get my phone out of my bag, it wasn't there.

"Do any of you know where my phone is?" I asked the pack as they congregated around my locker.

"How in the fuck are we supposed to know where your phone is?" Paul asked.

"I thought that I had it with me this morning." I said, as I emptied everything from my bad. "Fuck! I was supposed to call Kim to let her know when I'm on my way."

"Just go over." Jake said, as he kicked a couple of empty packages of Oreo's to the side. "She'll be happy you're there either way."

Slamming my locker shut, I waved a quick goodbye to the guys and then headed out to my car.

I probably left my phone on my dresser at home or some shit. Hell, it's happened before.

When I pulled up to Kim's I quickly cut the engine, climbed out, and walked the few steps to her front door.

The hair on the back of my neck stood up, when I heard a soft crying from inside. I wasted no time in pushing the door open. Kim. MY Kim, was sitting on the living room floor, crying.

"Baby, what's wrong?" I asked, as I rushed over to her side and wrapped my arms around her.

"Get the hell away from me." She snarled. Snarled! "How could you, J? How could you do this to me?"

Her eyes had angry tear tracks, a sign that she had been crying hard, for quite a while.

"What?" I asked, sitting back on my feet. "What happened? What's wrong?"

"Your 'friend' stopped by today." She said, as she air quoted friend. "She gave me a few of your things." She stood and walked over to the couch. There was a small box opened laying on the middle cushion. She reached inside, pulled out a phone, and threw it at me. I recognized it almost immediately.

"How did you get this?" I asked.

"What do you mean, how did I get it? It was in the top of the box." She said, as she pulled out a t shirt. One of my t shirts, and began wrapping it around her hands. "I saw the pictures too, you fucking ass hole."

"Pictures?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"Don't play fucking stupid, Jared. The pictures! On your phone. Give me some credit you piece of shit. I'm smarter than that." She said, throwing the t shirt at me.

I started going through my phone, quickly, trying to find out what in hell she was talking about. It didn't take long for me to find the damning evidence.

Pictures of Bella. Laying on her bed, with noting on, holding a sheet to cover herself. She was smirking into the camera, and blowing kisses. Another was of her in a bikini, holding on to the same t shirt that Kim just had in her hands.

"Baby, these aren't real." I cried desperately. "She's fucking with me." I had to make her believe me.

"Yea. I kind of figured out that you were fucking her. You. Disgust. Me." She said, as she dropped to the couch and put her head in her hands.

"Baby. Please. Listen to me. There's no one else. There's only ever been you."

I was fucking panicking. This was wrong. So fucking wrong.

"I know there's no one else now, Jared." She said as she stood and tossed me a letter.

I quickly opened it and began reading.

Kim,

I'm sorry. I'm so damn sorry. I'm not entirely sure how to tell you this. I feel absolutely disgusted with myself. With the way things have worked out. Recently, I have learned that you and Jared have been seeing each other for a little over a year. I don't expect you to believe me, but please, I had absolutely no idea. There are some things that you should know. About him. About us. I have been seeing him, intimately, now for a little over a month. If I had known that he was with anyone else, I wouldn't have allowed myself to fall for his charm. I am not that girl. If I would have known, I wouldve told him to move on. I'm so sorry. I know that you are going to be angry when you read this. I just hope... in time, you'll learn to forgive me for the harm that I've unintentionally caused your relationship.

Jared left his phone at my house this morning when he came to see me. I put it in the box, along with some of his other belongings. I want nothing more to do with him, and if I return his belongings to you, then i wouldn't have to face him.

Again, I am so, so sorry that this all happened.

-Bella

Oh. Hell. The. Fuck. No. She's making it look like I slept with her. Fuck, how do I fix this.

"Baby this isn't real." I said, begging her to listen to me.

"Some of your clothes are in that box, Jared. They smell like another fucking girl, that isn't me. And the pictures Jared,"

"Babe, it's a set up. Please listen. They're trying to prank me." I said. I was grasping for straws now.

"What the fuck did you do to them to get them to pull something like this? No one would go this far. And how do you explain the photos? The clothes?"

"I was mean to them. Really mean. I was so fucking harsh. Baby listen. There's no one but you. No one. Ever. I love you."

"Don't say that. Not now. You know what? Maybe you should just leave, so I can think about this."

"Baby please. Lets talk about this."

"I cant right now. Please. Just go." She said and I felt my heart shatter into a billion pieces.

"Alright. I'm going over to Paul's. Please call me when you're ready to talk. I love you Kim." I said moving towards her to give her a hug.

"Just go." She said putting her hand up to stop me.

I gave her one last pleading look, turned, and walked out to the car. Climbing in, I raced over to Paul's, and almost tore the door down when I got there.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Paul asked from the couch.

"She left me."

Bella's Point Of View

"Thanks for playing along. You know, if you ever wanted to get into acting you should really go for it. That shit was priceless." I said coming out of her room.

"No problem honey. I know what he did to you back then. I'm happy I could help knock him back a few feet."

I honestly didn't expect for her to play into this as well as she did. But damn, I love this girl now.

"How long should I make him grovel?" She asked.

"Just until tomorrow. Until he realizes he cant fuck with me anymore. If that's alright with you?" I said.

"Sounds good. It was nice meeting you, Bella." She said walking me to the door.

"You too Kim. I think we're going to be really good friends." I said, pulling her into a quick hug.

"Is Angela coming to pick you up?" She asked.

"Yes, she just got here."

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow." She said.

"Tomorrow."

I pulled the door closed behind me, and started towards the truck.

"Well?" Kenda asked, when I finally climbed in and closed the door.

"Operation take down ass number two, successfully complete."