Just a little something that has been on my mind for a few days. I have in no way forgotten about A Helping Hand, just a bit of writers block, or A Journey to Remember, stuck on my broken laptop.

Just so everyone is aware, this story will NOT be a Bella/Jacob love story. Jacob is a jerk and ass in this story. As my usual stories go Edward will come to the rescue. Eventually. I just wrote this today so lemme know what you think.

CHAPTER 1

September 28

Isabella Marie Swan. That's my name but it's not what I'm known by at school. Not now. Slut, whore, tramp, bitch. These were the names I was being called lately because I had made a huge mistake by giving into peer pressure. Things had changed over the summer while I visited my Dad and childhood friends in my hometown of Forks, Washington.

*****FLASHBACK******

July 4

"Have you done it with anybody yet?" Leah, a friend of mine from childhood, asked me as we lounged on the beach at La Push. All of us "kids" we're camping on the beach to celebrate the American holiday. My dad agreed to let me spend the night on the beach because my sixteenth birthday was coming up in a few months and he was going to miss it.

I shook my head as I lean back on my bent elbows as I watched my summertime friends play in the ocean on this rare sunny day. "No. Have you?" I asked her curiously because all my friends back in Florida seem to be losing their virginity.

She nodded and pointed at Sam who was chasing his current girlfriend and Leah's cousin, Emily, through the surfs edge. "I gave it up to Sam this past Valentine's Day then he dumped me for Emily a few weeks later."

She seemed so nonchalant about it. "That's gotta suck. Did it hurt like everyone says?"

"It did at first but she makes him happy without even trying. To be honest, the first time does suck but the second time feels amazing." She said with a smile. "I'm just glad it's over and now I don't have to worry about it anymore."

I just watched the guys and girls play and flirt before spotting Jacob Black strutting my way. We have been best friends since we were in diapers and he developed a crush on me a few years ago but I hasn't reciprocated yet because I lived most of the year in Florida. My parents had split when I was just seven years old and my mom moved us to Florida where we have lived for the past eight years. "Bells, wanna come cliff diving with me?" Jacob asked as he stood next to the towel I was lounging on. I had to admit that at 15 the boy looked dang good. He has a defined stomach with minimal hair that disappeared into his swim trunks, shoulder length jet black hair, and expressive eyes.

I hopped off the towel taking the hand he offered. "Absolutely!" I told h excitedly because we had been jumping off these cliffs for the past few summers. It was a thrill like no other.

He didn't release my hand the entire trek up the mountain and used it to tug me into his defined arms when we reached the rock outcropping. "This bikini is killing me, Bella." He groaned out as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Jacob…." I trailed off as I placed my hands on his warm chest causing him to groan. "We can't. I'm leaving in two weeks to go back to Florida." I reminded him softly.

He nodded knowingly. "I know but I also don't care. Can I kiss you? Please?"

"I've never…" I admitted nervously.

He just smiled as he slid his hands up to cup my face gently. "It's okay." He whispered as his head descended towards mine. Before I knew it my first kiss was over. It hadn't curled my toes like books and movies described but it wasn't all bad once my nerves left me.

That was the turn in our relationship.

Later that evening I was sitting next to Jessica on a log as the boys built the bonfire so we could roast our marshmallows and hot dogs. "I saw you and Jake kissing today. Congrats. I hear that he can rock a girls world."

I shrug. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"He is a well sought after guy in the area. Both on the reservation and in town. Girls are jealous that he picked you without you even trying." She said flipping her hair over her shoulder. "He's good in bed, knows what he's doing, makes a girl orgasm before he does. Even on their first time."

I tuned her out at that point because I was conflicted. All of my friends back home were texting me that they had done it so I was the last one in our little clique that hadn't had sex yet. Now, all the girls here were talking about sex and that Jake was apparently a good guy to lose your virginity to. Sighing I get up and walk down to the beach so I could think. I was walking through the surfs edge when I felt arms wrap around my waist from behind. "What's wrong, beautiful?"

"Sex." I told him honestly.

He turned me around as he looked at me curiously. "Yeah, wanna give it a try?"

"Yeah, I think so."

*****END FLASHBACK*****

Yep. So that is how I lost my virginity. In a tent. On a public beach. To a guy I didn't love. Because all my friends were having sex except me.

Now almost three months later I am the one left dealing with the aftermath. I pick my phone up off the bathroom counter snapping a picture of the sticks lined up in a neat little row before sending it to Jacob with the tag line we got a problem!