A/N: I do not own anything the credit goes to their rightful owners. I only own the plot and the original charters. So let's get this show on the road. Please remember to vote, I would really love to get some feedback this was my first fan-fic. I am rather new to WattPad

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The metal was cool against my face. What the hell. I thought. Slowly raising up to take in my surroundings the room was cool and dark, kind of creepy. I notice that there were two benches and a mattress that sat on the tiled floor in the far corner. Where the hell am I? A faint groan caused me to look to my left, there was Crystal cuddled up next to me on the bench. Poking her with my finger, she rose and looked at me. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes she looks around the room, "Where are we?" she asked sitting up.

"I was hoping you could tell me." I say looking around once again. "What the hell happened?"

As if he was waiting for me to ask. "I hoping you could tell me that Bella." Looking up rounding the corner there stood Nash behind the bars, but not only Nash, there right behind him stood Jake. Shaking my head trying to collect my thoughts I ask. "Are we in Jail?"

Jake was the one to speak up first. He ran his hand through his raven hair with a grin on his lips, "yea, I hate to break it to you but you kind of are."

"Well, what the hell happened? Wait why the hell were we arrested?" I asked trying hard to recall last night's events.

Nash looked back at Jake as if to tell him to shut the hell up. Jake rolled his eyes and motioned for Nash to go ahead. "Apparently you and missy over there thought it was a good idea to have a parking lot party." Nash looked up under the rim of his hat with sinful eyes "What the hell were you thinking?"

Laughing, taking in my position at the moment I snapped back. "Apparently, I wasn't." Looking past Nash towards Jake, his smirked didn't go unnoticed.

"Why the hell are you here Jake?" I questioned him.

Instead of Jake answering my question Nash spits back. "Funny you should ask Bella, do you remember what happen last night." Nash asked as he took a seat across from where I stood. He propped himself up with his elbow, took his hat off and rubbed his head with his other hand before placing his hat back atop his head. Then he looked back at me for answers. Jake followed suit with him not wanting to be the lone wolf standing, he casually takes a sit about a foot from Nash and spreads his long legs out, and places his arms behind his head with a smug look stretched across his face.

Was I missing something?

I look at Crystal like is this for real; she shakes her head and throws her hands up saying. "I don't have a clue."

Looking back to where they sat, I shook my head and stood, and pointed my finger at the both of them. "No I don't, how about you two enlighten me." I stated while propping myself up against the wall and crossing my arms.

Jake snorted, amused. "No, I don't think I want to." He said, "That would take all the fun out of it."

That son of a bitch!

"I got your fun Black. You can leave now." I snapped, sliding down the wall and resting my head on my knees. Think Bella! I thought to myself.

Flash back

Jake pushed me into the door without warning, and trapped my hands against the wood seconds later. He brought his face eerily close to mine, his breath ghosting teasingly along my skin.

"I get it," He whispered softly, looking straight into my eyes, "I just hope you get that it doesn't change anything. I want you."

My heart damn near burst out of my chest when he said those three words, and I gasped, not expecting it.

"Got that? No one else in this world will ever match up to you, Bella. Would you like to know why?"

I nodded against my will, hypnotized by the way his ebony eyes was boring into my own.

He trailed his hot, wet lips to the shell of my ear, "Because my heart will always belong to you."

Is he joking? "What the hell Jake?" Fighting against him with more force, "you're fucking kidding me right?" Losing his grasp on my wrist I snatch my hand from his hold.

Turning his back to me he said, "No, Bella, I want you." He began to pace the smallness of the room, slamming his fist against the wall, startling me; and turned to face me with his broken voice he confessed, "I need you!"

"Yea, well I needed you." Taking one last look at him, I turned and walk out of the small storage room and ran straight into Crystal. The Bama native staggered back as she tried to catch herself, and looked to me with wide brown eyes.

"Hey Bells," She said, drawing closer. "You'll never believe what I just heard."

Glancing in both directions I asked, "Really what? Cause it can't be worse than what just happened. Come on walk with me." Brushing past her we start making our way back through the crowd. I looked for the shadiest part of the bar and dragged her there. If anyone was looking (and I know there was) they would probably think those two girls are trying to find a dark corner to do some...illegal activities, such was the thinking of perverted, lonely men. I stopped by the furthermost booth in the bar and slung her inside.

She didn't protest at all.

"So what is it? Spill the beans." I said, sliding on the opposite side.

"This has to do with that idiot ex of yours."

Looking over the top of the booth making sure that we had not been followed, I bent in on my elbows and asked. "What about him?"

She moved away and scanned the bar with her eyes. "See that guy over there?" She said, pointing toward the stage. I turned, and followed her line of sight, and did a double take at what I saw. The last time I laid eyes on this boy, he was skinny, short, and barely had any muscle on him. But now...it was like seeing him again for the first time. No longer was Seth Clearwater the little boy I had seen growing up all these years. No, he was a man now. He was tall, dark, and handsome he stood up on the stage standing about 6 foot. His hair was now cut short and cockiness was now hidden behind his long lashes. His black leather jacket was form fitting, hiding his white polo shirt underneath along with his faded jeans that hung to his hips. He was standing at the edge of the stage, scanning the room with his eyes. Crystal suddenly ducked under the table as his eyes happened to land by us, and instantly I was suspicious. I knew it was very dark, so the likelihood of him seeing us were slim to none, but still, if the girl was hiding from him, then that could only mean one thing: she did something.

"What did you do?" I hissed, asking her as she re-emerged next to me. The southern girl giggled nervously, and stole one last glance at the grown up hottie before lowering her voice.

"Well I was lookin' for you 'cause you were taking so damn long in the bathroom," She said, "and I happened to overhear cutie over there on the phone with someone."

Curious I glance back up to the stage, I noticed that Jake had returned and they were getting ready to do another set, so turning back to her I continued, "and?"

Smirking mischievously, she said "Apparently homeboy over there," she pointed at Jake, "ain't gonna be a daddy. That was all I heard, then he spotted me." She eyed him from head to toe, and licked her lips.

I narrowed my eyes. "Did you do something?"

She smiled innocently and batted her eyelashes. It would've been cute the way she was acting, but she was buzzed already. "I rammed my tongue down his throat so he wouldn't get suspicious, then I saw you."

"Great you just rammed your tongue down his throat. Did you not think that was suspicious enough? Wait what? What did you say?"

Crystal sighed and said. "I said apparently homeboy over there," she pointed at Jake, "ain't gonna be a daddy."

Shaking my head not sure I was hearing right I asked, "Why do you say that?"

"Cause the conversation was something like you're gonna have to tell Jake he is not that baby's father."

"Did you at least find out who was on the phone?" Shaking my head, "Do you think he knows, cause that would explain a lot." Pushing myself closer to her I continued. "Because Jake just cornered me in the backroom and was confessing his little heart out."

"Hey!" She said, holding her hands up in surrender, "It was a great idea at the time! Besides, he didn't seem to mind. I mean, his lips were really soft, and man he knows how to use that ton--"

"Crys!" I exclaimed. She was getting sidetracked.

She stopped and blinked owlishly at me, then smirked. "Oh, right. I think he said some strange name, started with a P? No, an E. Em...damn, what was it?" She fished, trying to figure it out.

"Wait," she said, shaking her head. "That Jake idiot did what? Is he insane? Wow, just wait till Nash hears 'bout this."

"Did he happen to say Embry?"

"Yes!" She said quickly. "Embry that was it. That was the name. Does it sound familiar to you?"

"Uh yea that's Jake's best friend. How would he know that baby isn't Jake's and why would he tell Seth? This is getting weird." Shaking my head not quite sure what to make of this, and what does Embry have to do with anything?

She shrugged. "Just telling ya what I heard. Heard Jake's name thought you could use it as payback."

Slowly rising up on the palms of my hands I took one last look up at the band playing and decided this wasn't the place to be. I didn't feel to be in the small confinements of this bar anymore; it was choking me just thinking back over everything that was now being brought to light. "I have no idea what to make of this but I'm not telling him, I mean it's not any of my business, but one thing for sure, Nash is going to kill him. We have to get out of here; I personally think we need a stronger drink. How do you feel about taking this party to the parking lot."

Crys smirked. "A parking lot party? My, my Bella, I think my southern ways are rubbin' off on ya." She smirked and stood, and held out her hand. "I like it."

"You damn right, let's go." Taking her hand, Crys and I headed for the door.

.........

"Bella, Bella, BELLA." Someone yelled breaking my thoughts.

"What?" I yelled looking up to see Nash now standing with his hands holding the bars of the cell.

"Do you remember anything?" He asked once again.

"Urggh." Crys groaned, holding her head. "Could you be any louder? There is such a thing as a headache, dude. Have a heart." She sank to the floor on her knees, gripping her head as if it was going to fall off.

"Crys..." I asked, concerned. I reached for her, but she batted my hand away quickly.

"M'fine." She said, standing slowly. "Do you remember anything? 'Cause I remember nothing at all." She admitted, dusting off. Then she froze. Looking to me wide-eyed, she felt along the pocket of her shorts before digging one hand inside, and her hand re-emerged with a crumpled piece of paper. "What the hell?" she said, unfolding it. She scanned the contents before looking to me, confused. "Who the hell is Seth?"

"Seth? Like as in Jake's cousin Seth?" I said rubbing my temples I glance towards Jake looking for some kind of answer. He just shrugs his shoulders.

Shrugging my own, I step up to Nash behind the bars and place my hands on his, and I search his eyes for some kind of answer. Not finding what I was looking for I asked. "Please tell how we ended up here and why the hell is he here?" Pointing over his shoulder to where Jake continued to sit.

Nash was silent for a while before he even dared to speak. "You really don't remember anything?"

I swallowed hard and shook my head; it wasn't my time to talk yet.

"Fine." He said, sighing heavily, resting his head against the bars. "Cops called me at 4 tis' mornin', tellin' me both of yous been thrown in jail."

Crystal snorted in a very unladylike way, and perched her hands on her hips. "For what? What crime did we commit? Did we rob somebody?"

"Nah," said Nash, his voice tight, "But ya'll were in possession of illegal alcohol. Moonshine, that ring a Bell?" He said, looking pointedly at Crystal. "I know you smuggled that in the car, and don't worry, I called your big brother and told him. He ain't too happy with ya."

"YOU DID WHAT?" She yelled, suddenly enraged.

Nash ignored her, and turned back to me. "Not only were ya'll drinking and passing out illegal liquor, but ya'll we're both in your knickers! And holding a party in the parkin' lot no less!" He sucked in a harsh breath, and pulled away from the bars, "I can barely look at ya I'm so angry."

All through his tirade Jake remained silent. "So," I asked, "did the cops tell you all this?"

Jake spoke this time. "Nope." He said, standing slowly, "I did."

Crap. They both had time to talk to each other? Why wasn't one of them dead yet?

"So..." Crystal quipped up, coming close to the bar. The girl frowned, and looked more confused than I ever saw her. "You say we were in our knickers, right?" she asked, not daring to blink.

"Yeah." said Jake "Would have probably ended up butt naked."

She grimaced, shaking her head. "If she was undressed," she pointed to me, "and I was undressed," she said, pointing to herself, "who the hell put our clothes on?"

Coughing, almost turning a shade of crimson Jake answered. "That would have been me."

Crystal gapped, wide-eyed. She opened and closed her mouth like a fish that was out of water. Trembling, the girl brought a shaky hand forward, and pointed to my ex-best friend. "Y...yo...you put ou...our clothes on?" She stammered slowly. I didn't blame her, I felt the same way.

...Mostly.

I stole a look at Nash, and I saw the rage burning behind his eyes, and then it hit me. That was why he was so angry. Not because we had gotten drunk, or even had a tiff in the parking lot. It was because Jake had to be the one to.. take care of me and he couldn't. He was mad because after all this time, Jake had been the one that came to the rescue first, and not him.

Men were so complicated...

"Ahh!" Crystal screamed, "I've been completely violated! You pervert!"

I'm going to kill him, two can play that game. I thought to myself. Wait a min... taking a sit on the cold bench I remembered. ("This is a whole new ball game Bella") Oh, so this was a game to him.

Standing up pointing my finger at Jake I was pissed. "You dirty bastard, I remember! Your little speech about how this is a new ball game. Is this all part of your brilliant plan?" I said as I made my way back up to the bars that were between us, and threw my arms through trying to reach him. "I'm going to kill you." Looking at Nash, I said "This one here," pointing at Jake. "Did he tell you that he wants me back? Yea, he isn't giving up." Jake's nostrils flared as he looked down, and he rubbed the back of his neck with one hand hiding those dark eyes. I could tell that he hadn't thought this all the way through, and yet didn't consider I would rat him out.

"Oh yea," said Crys, "I do remember you saying something about that." She muttered, adding fuel to the fire.

I was so mad I didn't know what to do, and if I had it my way I'd jump Jake's bones right now and beat him to a bloody pulp. How dare he! He had some nerve! Telling Nash all that crap about me, but leaving out the part where he wanted me back? No, I wasn't going to keep anything from my boyfriend at all.

All was quiet in the police department. The only sound I heard was Crystal's labored breathing.

...Then all hell broke loose.

Nash needed an outlet for his anger, and boy did he get it. He unfurled his hands from the bars and straightened, and glanced to Jake while cracking his knuckles. "That true man? You hit on my girl last night?"

Jake stood straighter and faced Nash with clenched jaws. "Yea that's partly true. What missy over there doesn't seem to remember is while her and her friend was having their little parking lot party as you so put it...I was only trying to help her. She was shit faced drunk, and throwing herself at me so don't get your shit twisted..."

Jake opened his mouth to finish that sentence, but he never got the chance to talk. Faster than I could see, Nash decked him in the face, and sent him flying to the ground. My boy wasted no time, he jumped a top of Jake then and started to pummel him, but Jake wasn't taking it sitting down. He blocked a few of Nash's punches, and landed some of his own-kicked the southerner off him, and tried to repay the favor.

It had all happened so fast. Crystal and I were pressed up against the bars, both eagerly watching the fight. I was so mad at Jake right now, that all I wanted was for Nash to bash his face in! He deserved every bit of the ass whooping he got!

But it didn't last long though. Soon, two large, burly cops came running in, pulling the boys apart. Both were kicking and throwing punches into the air, still aiming for the other. The cops had a hard time dragging them away, and before I knew it, Nash and Jake were thrown into separate cells on either side of us, both huffing, still enraged.

"Well," said Crys, "who the hell's gonna get us out of jail now?"

Shrugging, I wasn't really sure who would get us out of jail. I caught a glimpse of an officer that was locking the cell that Nash was in. "Sir, can I have my one phone call?"

The officer nodded, and dug in his pocket. "You're Chief Swan's daughter, Isabella Swan, correct?" He asked, "You may use mine."

Mortified, I confirmed nodding my head. "Yes, that would be me. "

Taking his phone I dialed the one number that I knew I would find help. I listened to the slow ringing in my ear before I finally heard his voice.

"Hello."

Looking down at my feet, swallowing the lump in my throat I spoke. "Dad?"