Author's Note:

Okay, well, some of you have probably read my Claire/Quil imprint story, and I thank you for that, but I'm guessing not all of have(you should really check it out, though). So, I would just like to tell you that I update whenever I can, but the more reviews I get, the sooner I feel motivated to update. So REVIEW after every chapter! I respond whenever I can!

Here is my first Seth/OC imprint story, so let me know what you think. I was getting a little tired of just Claire and Quil's characters, so I think Seth and Dakota are a good contrast. Like the title of the story, Yin and Yang. So, without further ado, read on my precious Twilighters, read on.

...And remember to review.

I really, really, really, rrrreeeallllyyy, wish I owned Twilight. But I don't.

Ch.1 In Which There is Moaning

"Fuck, Dakota, get off your ass and work. I didn't hire you to sit around sleeping off your goddamn hangover", my annoying boss, Lenny screamed at me from the back room.

I let out an irritated huff, rolling my emerald eyes, but still obeyed his commands. As much as I hated this job, working at Piggy's Grocery, in Port Angeles, Washington, I needed the money. I needed it bad.

I lived with my pitiful excuse for a father, in his rundown trailer house, so that I could keep him off the streets, and me as well. My mother left us when I was four, and took all the money that we had in the bank with, leaving my pathetic father with nothing but a hungry four-year-old daughter that needed an explanation and new shoes.

He tried his best, I had to give him that. He tried to afford the bike for Christmas, and the candy for Easter. He tried to be comforting and soothing when Damion Carter poured milk on me in third grade. He tried to braid my hair in a perfect french braid for the fifth grade dance. He tried so hard to make me happy, but 'try' only went so far.

Of course, growing up without a mother around made a girl a little more... tough than most girls. I received probably over a hundred high school detentions for punching classmates that pissed me off in some way. I through a lit firecracker at my ex-boyfriend's head when I caught him cheating on another girl. I spent a year in a juvenile detention center when I was fourteen, after beating up my Algebra teacher for grabbing my ass.

I was the girl who slept with college guys, and dressed like a regular hooker. I drank constantly, drove recklessly, and smoked almost anything you could set on fire. I was the epitome of trouble. I was the kid that parents had nightmares about.

I had a silver stud in my tongue that I pierced myself in a public bathroom of a Walmart. I had waist-length, natural, flame red hair that I never had time to brush, so it hung in tangles down my back. I wasn't afraid to dish out the middle finger, and didn't mind screaming my lungs out every once in awhile.

I was the girl that everyone was scared of. Even the quarterback of the football team cringed at my mere presence. And that was exactly the way I liked it.

The way I saw it, if I sent everyone running the other way, no one could hurt me. If I couldn't get close to them, trust them, then it wouldn't hurt when they left.

After my high school career ended, I didn't move on to college. We clearly couldn't afford it, and someone needed to help my dad with all the piles of unpaid bills. We were living off of food stamps at that point, and he needed help if we were gonna keep our house, and stay off the street. So, I got a job here, working a day shift at a damn grocery store. For a 19-year-old, living the dream.

Of course at night, I would have some fun. Go to night clubs, grind up on random college guys, get hammered, and sleep with whoever was the lucky winner that night. It didn't matter to me, I just needed to try to get the constant reminder of my pathetic existence off my mind. My life was a constant cycle of sucky, horrible experiences that never failed to drag me farther into the black hole I was already falling into.

I was snapped back into reality as the damn dinging of the bell at the front door rang through my sensitive ears. I needed to get drunk to release my mind from the constant pressure, but hangovers were truly a bitch. I cupped my hands over my ears, attempting to stop the agonizing sensation.

In walked old, Ms. Jenkins, a regular customer to the grocery store. She was less than five feet tall, had pasty white, wrinkly skin, and was permanently hunched over, a wooden cane sturdily supporting her slow waddling walk. She smiled sweetly at me, and being that she was mostly deaf, I smiled back, hoping it looked genuine, despite my throbbing headache.

I glanced up at the plastic clock that hung behind me on the white wall, crossing my fingers and toes that my shift was almost over. Dammit. I still had another hour. Another hour of the real world, and then I could go out, drink, and forget that reality existed. I could be happy, even if it was only for a night at a time.

"How are you doing today, dear?" Ms. Jenkins crackly voice cooed, her blue eyes crinkling in sincerity. Then it hit me. She was literally the only true friend I had ever had. She was the only one that ever cared a shit about me, and all I ever did for her is ring up her groceries every other day.

"F-Fine", I mumbled, pulling her groceries through the checkout, wincing as the machine beeped with every item.

"That's good, dear." She paid for the items, and carried the small plastic bag out the doors, heading out back into the fading sunlight. I grabbed the Advil container from my pocket, shoving some pills down my throat, not bothering to check the recommended amount.

"I'm closing up early, my sister's in town with her kids", Lenny said, walking out of the back room carrying his stained raincoat, making me smile as wide as I could at that moment. My saving grace. I was free.

I ripped off my ugly, red name tag, handed it to a exhausted-looking Lenny, and sprinted out the doors. The sun was almost down now, the purple's and indigo's becoming more prominent in the sky. The fall air was chilly, nipping at my bare legs and arms, goosebumps rising. I rubbed my hands on my arms, creating some heat with friction, but still utterly cold.

I finally located my duct-taped car, parked on the street-lighted road. I hopped inside, put the key in the ignition, and turned the heat up full blast, pulling onto the main drag at a speed way above the limit. I needed to let go, soon. I revved my sputtering engine, heading to the house where I knew a party would be in full swing.

I pulled sloppily over to the curb, my eyes already hazing over in anticipation. I sprinted into the blaring music, like I did every other night. Inside, drunks slurred random thoughts, alcohol flowing through their bloodstream, eliminating any worries. I plowed through the bustling bodies, making my way over to the bar.

I sat down on one of the black patent leather sofas, impatiently chewing a hangnail as I waited for the line to clear at the beverages table. When it was my turn, I practically threw myself at the plastic red cups.

I pulled out my usual drink, and I let out a long sigh of relief as I cupped the glass that contained my liberation. I took one glance at the light brown tinted fluid, and threw my head back, chugging the liquid as fast as I possibly could manage.

Soon enough, after multiple refills of the rejuvenating drink, I was happily lost in a stupor where I had no concerns in the world. I could be anyone I wanted to be, do anything I wanted to do. College students and dropouts danced around me, laughing and chatting about pointless things, none of which I gave a shit about.

I joined in the madness, grinding on a few decent looking guys, and even making out with one for a couple minutes. It was all for the rush, for the excitement, for the distraction.

Somewhere between puking in the bathroom toilet, and dancing on one of the card tables that were scattered about the living room, I heard some ugly college bitches whispering about some really hot guys that just showed up. Of course, this peaked my drunken self's interest, so I stumbled over to the front door to spy.

I definitely saw the men that those whores had been talking about. And boy, they were beyond hot. There was four of them, wearing nothing but cutoff shorts, exposing their toned copper chests. They must have been Native American, probably from one of the reservations around here.

Even though they were all pretty gorgeous, my dizzy eyes focused in on one that I would target tonight. This one was gonna be my lucky winner.

I staggered closer to them, shoving aside desperate sluts who already had made a ring around the prime meat. I was getting it tonight, and this guy was going to be the one to give me the release I needed. By the size of him, it would hurt, too. Pain would be another good distraction.

I made one more shaky lurch forward, until I could slap my hand on his broad shoulder for some standing support. My head was literally spinning, trying to form coherent thoughts.

I looked up at him after regaining some control over my mind.

He met my eyes with a gaze that I couldn't quite make out with the blurriness of my sight. For a second, it looked like shock. Then, it looked like happiness. Then, it looked like admiration. Lastly, it looked like anxiousness.

I hunched over, letting a few drops of watery puke slip from my mouth, before returning my eyes back to this sexy guy's face. He had a worried expression on now, his deep brown eyes pooling with concern.

The next thing I knew, he had swept me up in his really warm arms and was carrying me down the dark hallway to one of the bedrooms. So, he wanted to get laid too, well, this was easier than I'd thought it'd be.

He kicked a door open, rushing over to lay me down gently on the bed. I tried to give him my most seductive look, but a rush of bile ran up my throat at that exact second, so I'm sure it looked more like a less than appealing expression. I flipped my head over the side of the bed, letting the foul bile slide out of my mouth. I heard him mumble something, but I couldn't make it out over the pounding music.

Once I was finished barfing onto the carpet, I went back to trying to look sexy and seductive. He didn't react to anything, not the teasing grins or lip pursing, instead just standing there like a complete dope. Staring at me with this sullen expression. What the fuck?

In a desperate attempt, I clambered unto my hands and knees, crawling towards the end of the bed, trying to look like a tiger ready to pounce on her prey. I think I once heard something about guys thinking that was sexy. I yanked on his motionless body, pulling him towards me, and hopefully onto the bed. He didn't budge an inch though, being as huge as he was.

So, he was gonna play the good boy virgin card, well, I had a few tricks up my sleeve, too. I smiled smugly as I began to slide the sleeves of my tight-fitting tank top down my skinny arms. His body froze, and I knew I had sparked something inside of him.

I continued pulling the sleeves down, until my black, lacy bra was entirely exposed. I could see the tension in his muscles. He wanted to have me. He wanted to so badly. I was so close to getting the release I needed.

So, I took the next step and began to slide my tight jean shorts down my freckled, narrow, thighs. His eyes bugged out, once he realized what I was doing. I smiled wider, as they rounded my ankles and fell to the floor on the side of the bed.

I had worn a tight, red thong today, seemingly a good choice by the lust swimming around in his chocolate eyes.

"Fuck me", I whispered bluntly, batting my eyelashes temptingly. He grimaced, but took a step closer. Okay, progress. I could handle that.

"Please. Fuck me hard", I rasped, shivering in need. In a unmeasurable moment, he was laying next to me on the bed, his deep eyes filled with lust. I won.

I latched my arms around his neck, pushing my lips violently onto his, jumping at the abnormal warmth of them. His long, perfectly chiseled arms wrapped around my back, and he responded to the kiss immediately. I forced my tongue through his thick lips, inching into his hot mouth, tasting his pink tongue. He tasted so good. Like candy.

I ran my hands through his short, black, cropped hair, intensifying the kiss. I felt his nerves pulsate through the kiss, so I placed his hands on the sides of my hips, pulling him on top of me, attempting to boost his confidence. He seemed to understand my gesture, and began to explore the inside of my mouth with his luscious tongue.

I had to push away from the kiss for a second, to breathe. He seemed to look a little disappointed that I left. I let out a few panting breaths, before reconnecting our lips and moving my hands to the button on his shorts.

He seemed a little resistant to my actions at first, cringing as my skin brushed his lower stomach, but I quickly pulled them down, before he had a chance to protest my efforts. I couldn't help but admire his plaid boxers that I had revealed. I had the urge to rip them off with my teeth, but with him being so naive, decided against it.

It didn't seem like he had done this many times, or maybe he never ever had, so I took the liberty of stripping myself. I began with my bra, reaching around my back to unlatch the hook. He caught on, and backed away so that I could throw it onto the ground. His eyes went wide as he looked me over, and as if on cue, my pink nipples stood at attention, begging to be touched.

I let out a moan as his large, warm, hands cupped around the swells on my chest, his large thumbs brushing over my tips softly, hardening them. I opened my eyes to see his genuine smile, he was proud to know what he could do to me. I wasted no time in reaching down to pull off my now soggy panties, ready to be taken off the planet and into an alternate world.

This time, when I flung the removed clothing off the bed, he didn't look. I wasn't sure if he was too shy to, or if he was just nervous. I yanked his head, using his hair as my grip, and forced his eyes down to my lower half. "Open them", I commanded, letting a hint of sultriness flood through my voice.

He obeyed, and I enjoyed the surprised smile that shot across his reddened face. He brought his curious eyes back up to me, and stuck his thumb on the spot where all my pressure was built up, provoking a long whinny from my throat. He grinned at my reaction, putting his thumb there again and again, each time releasing a whine from my lips. God, I need him in me now, or I am gonna explode.

"Just f-fuck me", I shouted, groaning as he pushed his thumb down firmly on that spot. He smirked.

I jerked down his boxers, staring widely at his 'little friend'. He was fucking HUGE. H-U-G-E.

After regaining my composure, I waited for him to come down into me. I closed my eyes. I waited. Nothing.

I opened them again, to a flustered face, peering down at me with bashfulness. God, this kid was certainly built for sex, and yet, he couldn't even put himself inside me without some help?

Instead of screaming at him, like I kind of wanted to, I just lifted my hips off the comforter, and positioned my opening right up against his member. I could feel his hotness brushing up against me, and I felt a few drops my wetness slide down my inner thigh. I needed to get in him fast.

With one abrupt jab, I took him in. All of him. I winced at the pain, his largeness expanding my opening, stretching it bigger than it ever had been before. I couldn't refrain from letting out a few groans and moans, too. His lower baritone grunts were sexy, lifting me higher.

I felt myself start to climb as he began to pull himself in and out of me, creating the perfect rhythm. He was catching on now, naturally going with his male instincts.

My breath was heavy now, only muted when his lips came crashing down onto mine every so often, his taste bringing me even higher.

When I finally reached the peak, I let out a guttural whine, and went limp against his muscular body as I fell. Seconds later I felt his burning hot release in me, and he wilted too, rolling over in satisfaction next to me.

I felt my eyelids start to close, my drunk mind slipping into sleep. My mind drifting into the only happiness my life held. Drunkeness.

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