A/N: Before we begin this is only my second fic and updating will be sporadic so bear with me. Un-beta'd and probably full of typos. Usual disclaimer I own nothing just like playing with the characters.

I can't understand how I got myself into this situation. I was never one to be irresponsible. I spent most of my childhood making lists and helping my mother with paying the bills and taking care of the house. It was just us two and mom worked long hours being an elementary teacher. My mother often told me it wasn't my responsibility, but I would just say to her that she worked so hard and it was the least I could do. She would just laugh and call me her 40 year old child. So when I moved to Forks to live with my father I never thought I'd be 'that girl', the one who had the misfortune to get pregnant in high school. So here I was on my way to talk to my father's best friend.

Since I had moved to Forks three months ago I haven't made many friends. With school already in session my days were filled and I spent most of my weekends with my father at Billy Black's house. Billy lived with his son Jacob who I had been good friends with. Other than Billy, Jacob was the only person I saw every time I visited my father. Being as shy as I was I didn't make friends easily and I admit that I used my relationship with Jacob as an excuse to distance myself from social situations. I knew Jacob inside and out. As he knew me as well, and he never pushed my boundaries. Although looking back if he had, I might not have gotten into this mess. If he had pushed me to have faith in myself and encouraged me to work on my ability to interact with other people. Maybe, just maybe, I would have had the confidence to not succumb to peer pressure.

Damn Lauren Mallory.

This was all her fault.

Not really, but it felt better blaming someone other than myself for this.

It was about a month after school started. I had made tentative friends with a girl named Angela Webber. She was shy like me, but she had lived here all her life. So she had grown up with most of the people in our class and her best friend was Jessica Stanley. Jessica was our exact opposite. She was outgoing and bubbly. Talking a mile a minute to anyone who would listen. She was the center of our lunch crowd, and she loved it. It took me a while to warm up to Jessica because she liked to tease me about how shy I was, but I eventually learned she did so light heartedly. Never really meaning any harm. Angela spent a good long time convincing me that Jessica could never be malicious and I finally had to admit the girl didn't have a mean bone in her body. The day I decided that I really liked Jessica was when she stood up for Ben Cheney. Mike, Jessica's boyfriend, had told the entire lunch table about how Ben had a crush on Angela. Jessica reamed Mike a new one about how you should never break a friends confidence and how uncomfortable he made Angela, and how he owed Ben and Angela an apology, and until he did so Mike was unwelcome at Jessica's house. Of course Mike was contrite and immediately apologized to both Ben and Angela.

I really didn't understand why Jessica was friends with Lauren. Since I had moved here Lauren was nothing but rude and dismissive towards me. I finally broke down and asked Angela what I did to make her hate me so much. Jessica overhearing my question leaned over the table to tell me that Lauren was mad because apparently she overheard Tyler Crowley, her recent ex-boyfriend, telling Mike he thought I was hot and was going to ask me out. Which he did, but being as shy as I was, I declined. I wasn't ready and used Jacob as an excuse saying that I was already meeting a friend in La Push. I was at a loss as to why Lauren was mad at me it wasn't as if I sought Tyler out or encouraged him in anyway. So when one Friday Jessica and Lauren were having a rather raunchy conversation about their experiences with the opposite sex, and Lauren saw how uncomfortable I was with the topic she leaned across the table and said.

"What's the matter Bella? You still a virgin or something?" The deep blush that spread across my face and down my chest must have been enough of an answer. Because Lauren began to guffaw loudly. "My god Bella it's the twenty first century what are you waiting for Mr. Right? Let me let you in on a little secret." She said leaning further over the table, "He doesn't exist." I shook my head sputtering.

"No, it's not that. I just haven't had the opportunity."

"Damn, no wonder you're so uptight!" Lauren exclaimed. "We have to fix this." Jessica looked unsure and looked like she wanted to say something but Lauren cut her off. "Look there's a bonfire tonight out at First Beach in La Push. There is a guy out there who is always up for a little fun and word around town is he knows how to take care of a woman, if you know what I mean." I blanched at the insinuation but I couldn't help but feel bristled by her passive aggressive attempt to prove my cowardice. So I swallowed thickly, squared my shoulder, looked her square in the eye and said, "Ok." Lauren looked briefly miffed but soon her expression smoothed as she said, "So we will meet at First Beach at seven. Operation 'Get Bella Laid' is in effect."