Hey guys,

So coming down off my recent success in Twilight fiction- The Zone (posted here if you're interested, just visit my profile to check it out)- I got a new idea that I decided to run with. Those of you who're stopping in hoping for a Zone companion, this isn'tit, but have no fear, that's up and coming very soon. So keep an eye out for The Zone: Unanswered Questions which will be a series of one shots.

Anyways, onto my new baby. You guys gotta give me the benefit of the doubt in this one- not quite AU and not quite canon- but reasons for that will all come out. This isn't as planned as I would like, in terms of a workable witch's hat, but this chapter flowed really easily, so maybe I can skate by with this one. Yeah. Right.

Read on guys, hope you enjoy. I think for this one, I will respond to every review. I mean I ask you guys to let me know what you think, it's always nice to get that acknowledged. So yeah.

Bella heaved a heavy sigh, throwing her window open wide enough to let him in. "Just be quiet. You'll wake Jacob." He laughed. She let him cup her face, his long fingers catching in her sleep tousled hair.

"Maybe I want to wake him up," He growled possessively, dipping to nip at her earlobe.

"Hey." She shoved into to an arms length. "You know I hate biting. I'm not Victoria."

He pulled their hips together lewdly. "Ain't that the truth." When he kissed her, she let him. She could forget who it was, what it meant, because it was the middle of the night and no one knew but them. She pulled him back, keeping their lips together as they moved anxiously.

When the back of her knees hit the edge of her tussled bed, she fell back and pulled him on top of her. The room was filled with only sounds of heavy breathing, pants escaping between heavy, thoughtless kisses.

Bella let his hands roam under her shirt but forcibly twisted out of his grip as they ventured further. All the while they remained connected, everything wanton and useless. His tongue slid hotly against hers as they exchanged power. She shifted her hips against his, twisting around and pinning him beneath her.

He laughed an ugly laugh, deep and rough, in his throat, "Sometimes I wonder why we try to pretend."

She ignored him. It wasn't about a we or and us. Bella kissed down his throat, sucking sparingly as she went and he groaned. Her mouth met his again. Briefly, she wondered how this went on for so long some nights. Bella never let either of them lose their clothes, though she was already in her underwear because that's how she slept.

He went on, over confident as usual, "I was just thinking how tired of Victoria I am." His nose was nuzzling her neck, his breath hot just under her ear. His voice was deep and thick as he spoke, filled with lust. "I wouldn't think twice about leaving her if you decided you wanted to give this a go." He thrusted obviously and awkwardly against the side of her hip.

With a heaved sigh, Bella sat back. "James." Instantly, he knew it was over and he wouldn't show her how much it bothered him. Getting off of him, she sat on her pillow, letting her blood cool. "It think it's time for you to go."

He got up without a word but at the window, as he straightened his sweatshirt, he gave her a cocky grin and said, "Not like I need you."

Bella scooted down in the bed and flopped back with a heavy sigh. With a shake of her head, she sought out her comforter and pulled it over herself. It was as if she had simply rolled over in the bed because she was asleep again in moments.

"Bells, time to get up." Blinking her eyes blearily, Charlie's face came into focus. She groaned sleepily. He pushed her shoulder again to keep her from flopping face first on her pillow again and Bella was resigned to get up.

"Has Mom left yet?" Charlie was halfway out her door.

"No, she and Sue are carpooling." Bella pulled herself out of bed and pulled on some gym pants before heading downstairs.

"Mooom!" She called as she went.

"I'm right here, you don't have to yell." Renee sigh exasperatedly as she popped her head out of the kitchen, a cup of orange juice in her hand. "What? Hurry, Sue's outside."

"Can I borrow your red scarf?" Her face relaxed instantly, brushing it off.

"Oh, yeah sure. I thought it was something important." Renee put the cup in Bella's hands, still half full. "Here. And did you wake your brother up?" Bella groaned.

"Let him get himself up." She didn't want to have to walk back upstairs.

"The last time I let that happen, he didn't go to school." Renee gave her daughter a reproachful look and then threw one at Charlie over at the refrigerator.

Charlie immediately got defensive, "I was at work already! I thought this was Bella's fault."

Renee rolled her eyes, "Real manly, put all the blame on your daughter." Bella was halfway up the stairs, not in the mood for an argument.

Barging into her brother's room, she wrinkled her nose. "Oh, god. Are you cultivating something in here?"

Jacob jerked awake, his leg kicking involuntarily as it stuck half off his mattress. "Wuhh?" Bella snorted. Kicking his butt, he groaned, shoving his face into the pillow. He stuck his butt into the air.

"Oh yeah. Do it aaagaaaiinn." She made a face and sat on him. Jacob heaved as she knocked the wind out of him. "Can't. Breath... Ass. Too big."

Rolling her eyes, Bella bounced up and down twice before getting off of him. "Get up, dumbass. You're gunna be late."

Jacob moaned, curling up in his covers. "No!"

"Whatever." And she was gone. Back downstairs, Bella went into the kitchen to find Charlie leaning on his hands over the sink. He looked distracted. Renee was gone and with a look outside, Sue's car was gone.

"Aren't you going to be late, Dad?" He looked up at Bella, thinking still. A long pause passed between them.

"Oh.. uh. No. Got a call, I'm supposed to check out a scene before going in." Bella poured herself some cereal.

"Really? What happened?"

"Robbery. Down at the Newton's place." Bella was interested instantly.

"The shop or Mike's house?" Charlie dropped a hand to her shoulder as he reached for the milk carton.

"The shop, and thank goodness it was late. They made quite a mess, apparently."

"At least everyone's alright." Suddenly, her bowl was gone from in front of her and she twisted around to see Jacob grinning sloppily as he slurps over the rim of the bowl. "Oh, gross. Jake, backwash!"

"Jacob, make your own." Charlie's dad voice was enough and Jacob put the bowl back in front of Bella. She smiled triumphantly down at it. "Alright, I'm gone. Don't be late today."

Both Bella and Jacob hummed a distracted response as he walked out the door. The front wall shook momentarily at the door slamming. Neither kids noticed.

"Hey, you do the English?" Jacob asked as he stood from the table.

"Of course. And no." He moaned.

Dropping to one knee next to her"C'mon Bells! I'm gunna fail because of you."

Bella rolled her eyes, "Yeah, because I won't let you cheat. Do your own damn work." She pushed away from the table and headed upstairs. "And get ready. We're leaving in fifteen."

In her room, Bella got ready, throwing on clothes as soon as she recognized that they were clean and only paused momentarily to check visible skin for any sign of bruising. Satisfied she headed downstairs, knowing that her time with James the night before wasn't much for a hickey but wouldn't risk not checking only for Jacob to notice and ask nosy questions. More like, act as her Spanish Inquisitor.

Jacob was sitting on the hood of her truck already as she passed the front window. Bella reached for her keys hanging on the rack next to the phone. A yellow post-it was stick to the wall next to it in Renee's rushed script. Rachel called.

Rushing around the cab, Jacob made the same face he always did when he watched her get into the drivers seat. Bella smirked at him as she slammed her rusty door shut, tugging her coat tighter around her while starting the truck. If he wanted to drive, maybe he shouldn't have driven without a license the month before Charlie was bound to find out. Jake was forbidden from being behind the wheel of a car until he was 18. Charlie would relent in a few months, whenever he needed Jacob to stop by the tackle shop for him or something. But Jacob would suffer loudly.

"You see the note? Rachel called."

Jacob perked, interested. "Really? When?" Bella shrugged, twisting up the heat and sitting with her hands tucked into the crooks of her elbows, seeking warmth as the truck warmed up.

"I wonder how Pops is." Jacob mused then caught her eye, "Hey, don't give me that look."

Bella shrugged again. She knew that years ago, Jacob would have wanted nothing more than to be with his sisters with his mom's dad in Seattle. At least, he did right after the accident. But the tribe wouldn't do to let their next chief go—No,not after losing Billy. They hated him off the rez too...with the pale faces... but Forks was a lot closer to La Push than Seattle. But now, after nearly twelve years, if he felt the need to leave, it would kill Charlie and Renee who thought of him as their own.

As soon as she could feel her toes, they rattled off in Billy's old truck. Bella took it slow, much to Jacob's discomfort, as the black ice was everywhere recently.

"Grandma," Jacob grumbled and she eased off the gas out of spite.

In the parking lot, Bella had to put all of her force into slamming her door shut. When it got too cold, the door stuck. On her way to her locker, she spotted Mike and flagged him down.

"Hey, I heard about what happened."

Mike made some sort of face, "We stopped in this morning. The whole place was ransacked." Bella pulled him into a one armed hug. He patted her back.

"Do you know why, yet?" He shook his head at her question.

"I'm sure Charlie can let you in on the details at home." The bell rang.

"Catch you at lunch? And I'm sure Mom will have you guys over sometime this week." We shared a smile, knowing Renee all too well.

In that hallway, as students hustled to their classes, too many things happened and too many things didn't happen. Jacob passed Bella on the way to his class and he flicked her ear. Whirling on him, Bella kicked at his heals as he pushed through the crowd, grinning back at her. Victoria Sutherland had James Witherdale pressed against a wall of lockers, neither of them rushing to class. She stared adoringly up at him but he stared over her head to the back of Bella's, his arm slung around Victoria's waist. In the courtyard, Edward Mason stared uncomfortably at the sun in the sky even as the temperature dropped around him.

When the bell rang, Alice Brandon and Jasper Whitlock weren't in their seats; Emmett McCarty won't think about school at all as he stops a freshmen on his way to Health, ready to hustle him for lunch money or something else as mundane; and most of all, Bella Swan and Edward Mason won't pay each other any mind.

At the end of the hall, a piece of paper crushed in his tense, pale hands, a beautiful man stood watching it all happen and not happen. Inexplicably, even to himself, Dr. Carlisle Cullen, knew innately knew one thing:

This isn't right.

What'ya think? Love? Hate? I just gotta know.