Boys With Girlfriends -- Chapter Six
Title: Boys With Girlfriends
Author: audreyii_fic
Fandom: Twilight (Team Jacob)
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Jacob, Bella, Edward (genderswap)
Genre: Romance/Humor/Angst
Warnings: Bad language and explicit sexuality.
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Summary: A boy gets dumped by a vampire and a wolfgirl tries to cheer him up. A genderswap rewrite of New Moon and Eclipse. ( Click here to start from the beginning.)
Summary: A boy gets dumped by a vampire and a wolfgirl tries to cheer him up. A genderswap rewrite of New Moon and Eclipse.
Added Scene:
and i see what you're doing / if i imagine you, body next to another
Tegan and Sara, "The Ocean"
When half a month passes and she still doesn't feel any better, not even one tiny little bit, Ruth finally does the only thing she can think of. She begs off from Sam -- who is obviously happy to get her misery out of the Pack-mind for a couple of days because there is more than enough drama going down even without her thanks to Miss Leah 'Issues' Clearwater -- throws a change of underwear in the Rabbit, and peals out of town at about a hundred miles an hour because she does have the coolest car in the history of the world at least.
She bangs on the door just a little after noon. A peevish voice from inside shouts, "Yo, quit it, it's not like I can't--" The door opens. "Ruth?"
"Yeah." Rachel's a lot shorter than Ruth remembers. But then, it's been awhile. "Hi."
"Hey! Oh my God, you look-- when did you get so-- your hair," sputters Rachel. "What are you doing here? Is something wrong with Dad?"
"No." Ruth had a list of stupid excuses lined up in her head, but they all desert her like traitors and she starts to cry again which even after doing it almost constantly for two weeks she still fuckin' hates-- freakin' hates. She's trying not to swear as much.
Rachel's eyes widen. "Shit," she says, "just please tell me it's not Paul Lahote."
Ruth shakes her head and cries harder.
***
Leah and Seth Clearwater had started phasing, which made things easier sort of. Ruth was no longer the youngest or the only girl, so there was less of the whole OH MY GOD HE FUCKED WITH OUR LITTLE SISTER machoness going on from the guys, which was good because before too much longer Ruth was going to start cracking skulls together. Just as soon as she stopped having to phase out every fifteen minutes so she could sob like a little bitch-- girl-- whatever. Sob like something little.
The guys were obviously at kind of a loss. She guessed she couldn't blame them, after all it wasn't like she had any clue what to do either. But there was the constant undertone of Motherfucking leechlover and Knew he was trouble and, under that, the one that a lot of them had floating through their heads but never said or thought out loud: That's what happens with the palefaces.
Ruth hated them all right now.
Sam wasn't so bad, at least. Sam didn't talk crap, or try to offer advice, not that she'd take any relationship tips from the Alpha, thank you very much. That was a fun little painfest she was really getting a kick out of living through, 'cause it wasn't like her own problems were enough, she had to deal with the Imprint Soap Opera. And -- in spite of what the whole Pack seemed to expect -- Ruth and Leah were not friends just by virtue of having vaginas and broken hearts. Ruth thought Leah was being a... Ruth couldn't think of a word that wasn't a swear. Leah just thought Ruth was being pathetic.
Quit whining, Leah snapped one day. You weren't even dating.
Quit whining, Ruth snapped back. You didn't lose to a leech.
But the name Clearwater didn't automatically mean suckitude. Seth had been nice about things. Seth had been... very understanding. Ruth was starting to think she would need to let him down gently, because he was two years younger and just a kid -- but then she realized that that's probably what Lucas had thought every time they were together, and that just started her crying like a little something again.
***
Rachel sits Ruth down on the couch and Ruth tells Rachel what's going on, well, kinda. The version that doesn't involve a bunch of fairy tales. The one where her best friend who she's in love with who she thought -- she knows -- was starting to be into her goes running back to his... lots-of-bad-words ex-girlfriend.
As Ruth winds up the story, Rachel exhales in relief. "Oh, thank God. I thought you were pregnant."
"Jeez, Rach," says Rachel's roommate, who had wandered in mid-story and gotten a bunch of those soft tissues that have the 'fresh spring' scent in them, which hurts Ruth's wolf smell but she doesn't complain because she doesn't have a sleeve to wipe her snot on. "Way to be sympathetic. Show a little more compassion, huh?"
Rachel rolls her eyes. "He's just a boy." She turns back to Ruth. "And I can't even believe we're talking about Charlie Swan's kid. He was such a skinny, pale little geek."
Ruth glares. Lucas might be a skinny, pale little geek, but he's her skinny, pale little geek. Or he was. Except not really.
Rachel touches where Ruth's ponytail used to be. "Your hair," she says sadly. The end of Rachel's braid touches the sofa cushion. "How could you do that?"
Ruth gulps back another sob. "I had to."
"For some guy."
"It wasn't about Lucas." She hiccups, because she misses her hair too. The leech has long hair. "It was a separate thing."
"What separate thing could possibly be worth this?" Rachel reaches up and tilts Ruth's face to the side. "I mean, jeez... did you seriously just reach over your shoulder with a pair of scissors?"
She had, but she's crying too hard to talk again. Ruth came to her sister because, after all, this is what big sisters are supposed to be for, right? But when they're away for too long Ruth sometimes forgets that Rebecca and Rachel don't get her. And she doesn't get them. She drove all the way to Seattle to look for comfort that's not there because she and her sister don't understand each other even when they try and this was so stupid and she just wants to go home.
"Well, listen, I think I can fix it a little," says Rachel. She doesn't look very happy either, and Ruth isn't dumb, she knows her sister would help if they spoke the same language. "Maybe clean it up, add some layers. Let me just go find my stuff, 'kay?"
The roommate slides onto the couch as Rachel leaves the room. "Don't listen to her," the roommate says. "Rach is great on lots of stuff, but men aren't exactly her specialty, you know?"
"Huh?"
"...never mind."
***
The red-haired leech was still running around pulling sh-- stuff, but it was made a whole lot more complicated by the fact that the Cullens were back in town which meant, oh, thanks, the treaty was back on and the boundary lines were in place. 'Cause it wasn't good enough that they had to come back and steal Lucas, they had to come back and steal territory too.
They just got to do whatever they wanted. They could take land, they could take people, and no one was gonna do anything about it. Sam had promised her that if any of the bloodsuckers bit a human -- and, yeah, bit was definitely specified, their ancestors apparently hadn't been idiots -- then the Pack would be on them like white on rice. Even if it was for someone who asked to be bitten.
It made Ruth sick. How could he want that? How could anyone want that? They were dead things. The Girlfriend was dead.
And even so, Lucas wanted The Girlfriend instead of her.
She'd heard the phone ring, sometimes, and knew it was him because of the tone of Billy's voice. It was the same tone he'd used back when Rebecca had tried to date that dealer from the Makah rez, which was just insanely stupid, but no one ever said Rebecca was too smart when it came to the guys.
No, she's not here. Pause. I don't know. Pause. Right. Goodbye. Slam.
Lucas didn't rank anywhere near Rebecca's skeezeball, but apparently Billy disagreed.
Possibly the worst part were the sad, guilty looks from Charlie the couple of times he'd come by. Ruth made a point to get out of the house and go patrolling as fast as possible when that happened. The idea that Charlie had been on her side didn't help, because it was just that much closer she'd apparently come.
Intellectually, Ruth knew it was supposed to stop hurting. People went through breakups -- or almost breakups -- whatever this had been, and they got over it. Time heals all wounds... or something.
Except Ruth was pretty sure the people who said that had never been rejected for a corpse.
***
"Listen," says the roommate, "I think you're overstating things. I mean, this other chick. What does she have that you don't?"
"She's rich, she's gorgeous, and she smells like cocaine." To Lucas, anyhow.
The roommate laughs, like Ruth's told a joke instead of it being true. "Come on, now. She can't be that amazing." Ruth just gives the roommate a Look, and the roommate whistles. "Okay. Well, who cares? You can get any guy you want."
Ruth blows her nose into a fresh spring tissue and shakes her head.
"Oh, please. With legs like that? If I batted for the other team I'd totally try to be your rebound right now."
"Really?" Ruth hasn't really been paying attention to whether anyone's been looking at her legs -- or anything other part of her, for that matter. There'd only been one pair of eyes she'd cared about.
"Definitely. Take my advice: get out there, fool around, fluff your ego a little. Believe me, the boys will fall all over you. And besides..." The roommate winks. "Nothing gets a guy hotter than a little competition. Play your cards right and he won't even see the other chick, cocaine-smell or not."
That's an angle she's never thought of. Huh.
Rachel comes back just as the roommate is handing Ruth one of those weird alcoholic lemonade things. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Oh, come on. The girl's going through a break-up, well, practically. It's no time to be overprotective."
"She's sixteen. Give her that bottle and I'll crack it over your skull."
The roommate blinks. "She's sixteen?"
"I look older," Ruth says.
There's a short pause, and then the roommate snatches the lemonade back and says, "Right. Never mind. Watch some sappy movies, eat a tub of ice cream, and forget absolutely everything I just told you."
***
Sometimes Ruth would go and look at herself in the mirror again. She'd stand there, staring, and look for the defect that had cost her the boy she loved.
When she wasn't tired or alone or whatever, it was easier to be confused about it. Ruth knew she didn't look like she'd stepped off a runway, but seriously, how could a bloodsucker be better? Especially to Lucas, who liked warmth? Who maybe hadn't loved her loved her, not yet, but had still...
But when she stood there and studied her reflection for long enough, Ruth understood. In the woods she'd gotten a good look at The Girlfriend for the very first time, a really, really good look, and even though the wrongness of it had been obvious to Ruth's senses, she'd still been able to see what Lucas saw. Silk blouse. Long hair. Soft voice. White skin.
Everything Ruth didn't have.
There was no comparison.
***
Rachel cleans up Ruth's hair pretty good -- it's still short of course, but at least it doesn't look like it was hacked off blindly, which it had been after all. She also gives Ruth a bag of clothes with a disapproving look. Inside, among other things, are three lace bras. Ruth changes before she leaves.
It's really late at night; before heading home for La Push, she finds a bar on the outside of town. It's near the university and it's kinda run-down, but the guys inside are young and clean cut and wearing those jeans that cost like a hundred dollars and come with holes already in them. These people are just pretending to slum it, so that's basically perfect. Skeeves will stare at anyone. Boys like this get to be choosy.
Ruth orders one of those lemonades and the bartender doesn't card her. She leans over the rail and drinks and keeps her eyes open for whoever's paying attention, and the roommate was right, she's definitely getting noticed. By the choosy guys. Some of them aren't just noticing, they're gaping. Whoa.
She just picks the closest one, 'cause she's feeling lazy.
They stumble into a bathroom stall. The guy sucks at her neck as he touches her, and it's really nice until it makes her think of vampires. She shuffles through all the images she's seen in the Pack-mind, which has always been weird but now she's grateful for it because not only does she know what she's doing, she knows a little about it from the other perspective, so she doesn't have to guess what works.
"Holy shit," the guy mumbles as she gets down on her knees and unzips his fly. "You're fucking beautiful."
It's not the same as sort of, but it's not bad.
Ruth rinses her mouth out in the sink afterwards and doesn't think that that was the big deal everyone makes it out to be. The guy -- who's seeming a lot younger all of the sudden -- has a wide-eyed expression in the mirror as he says, "Can I get your number?"
"Nope," says Ruth. She wipes her lips. They're a little swollen, and she thinks it's kind of attractive.
What does she have that you don't?
Poisoned teeth.
Ruth smiles.
***
Next: The Proposal
A/N: This scene was added because it was Ruth's turn to talk, and we don't know what happened to Jacob between New Moon and Eclipse.
Author: audreyii_fic
Fandom: Twilight (Team Jacob)
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Jacob, Bella, Edward (genderswap)
Genre: Romance/Humor/Angst
Warnings: Bad language and explicit sexuality.
banner courtesy of FatedFeathers
banner courtesy of blink_1nce
Summary: A boy gets dumped by a vampire and a wolfgirl tries to cheer him up. A genderswap rewrite of New Moon and Eclipse. ( Click here to start from the beginning.)
Summary: A boy gets dumped by a vampire and a wolfgirl tries to cheer him up. A genderswap rewrite of New Moon and Eclipse.
Added Scene:
and i see what you're doing / if i imagine you, body next to another
Tegan and Sara, "The Ocean"
When half a month passes and she still doesn't feel any better, not even one tiny little bit, Ruth finally does the only thing she can think of. She begs off from Sam -- who is obviously happy to get her misery out of the Pack-mind for a couple of days because there is more than enough drama going down even without her thanks to Miss Leah 'Issues' Clearwater -- throws a change of underwear in the Rabbit, and peals out of town at about a hundred miles an hour because she does have the coolest car in the history of the world at least.
She bangs on the door just a little after noon. A peevish voice from inside shouts, "Yo, quit it, it's not like I can't--" The door opens. "Ruth?"
"Yeah." Rachel's a lot shorter than Ruth remembers. But then, it's been awhile. "Hi."
"Hey! Oh my God, you look-- when did you get so-- your hair," sputters Rachel. "What are you doing here? Is something wrong with Dad?"
"No." Ruth had a list of stupid excuses lined up in her head, but they all desert her like traitors and she starts to cry again which even after doing it almost constantly for two weeks she still fuckin' hates-- freakin' hates. She's trying not to swear as much.
Rachel's eyes widen. "Shit," she says, "just please tell me it's not Paul Lahote."
Ruth shakes her head and cries harder.
***
Leah and Seth Clearwater had started phasing, which made things easier sort of. Ruth was no longer the youngest or the only girl, so there was less of the whole OH MY GOD HE FUCKED WITH OUR LITTLE SISTER machoness going on from the guys, which was good because before too much longer Ruth was going to start cracking skulls together. Just as soon as she stopped having to phase out every fifteen minutes so she could sob like a little bitch-- girl-- whatever. Sob like something little.
The guys were obviously at kind of a loss. She guessed she couldn't blame them, after all it wasn't like she had any clue what to do either. But there was the constant undertone of Motherfucking leechlover and Knew he was trouble and, under that, the one that a lot of them had floating through their heads but never said or thought out loud: That's what happens with the palefaces.
Ruth hated them all right now.
Sam wasn't so bad, at least. Sam didn't talk crap, or try to offer advice, not that she'd take any relationship tips from the Alpha, thank you very much. That was a fun little painfest she was really getting a kick out of living through, 'cause it wasn't like her own problems were enough, she had to deal with the Imprint Soap Opera. And -- in spite of what the whole Pack seemed to expect -- Ruth and Leah were not friends just by virtue of having vaginas and broken hearts. Ruth thought Leah was being a... Ruth couldn't think of a word that wasn't a swear. Leah just thought Ruth was being pathetic.
Quit whining, Leah snapped one day. You weren't even dating.
Quit whining, Ruth snapped back. You didn't lose to a leech.
But the name Clearwater didn't automatically mean suckitude. Seth had been nice about things. Seth had been... very understanding. Ruth was starting to think she would need to let him down gently, because he was two years younger and just a kid -- but then she realized that that's probably what Lucas had thought every time they were together, and that just started her crying like a little something again.
***
Rachel sits Ruth down on the couch and Ruth tells Rachel what's going on, well, kinda. The version that doesn't involve a bunch of fairy tales. The one where her best friend who she's in love with who she thought -- she knows -- was starting to be into her goes running back to his... lots-of-bad-words ex-girlfriend.
As Ruth winds up the story, Rachel exhales in relief. "Oh, thank God. I thought you were pregnant."
"Jeez, Rach," says Rachel's roommate, who had wandered in mid-story and gotten a bunch of those soft tissues that have the 'fresh spring' scent in them, which hurts Ruth's wolf smell but she doesn't complain because she doesn't have a sleeve to wipe her snot on. "Way to be sympathetic. Show a little more compassion, huh?"
Rachel rolls her eyes. "He's just a boy." She turns back to Ruth. "And I can't even believe we're talking about Charlie Swan's kid. He was such a skinny, pale little geek."
Ruth glares. Lucas might be a skinny, pale little geek, but he's her skinny, pale little geek. Or he was. Except not really.
Rachel touches where Ruth's ponytail used to be. "Your hair," she says sadly. The end of Rachel's braid touches the sofa cushion. "How could you do that?"
Ruth gulps back another sob. "I had to."
"For some guy."
"It wasn't about Lucas." She hiccups, because she misses her hair too. The leech has long hair. "It was a separate thing."
"What separate thing could possibly be worth this?" Rachel reaches up and tilts Ruth's face to the side. "I mean, jeez... did you seriously just reach over your shoulder with a pair of scissors?"
She had, but she's crying too hard to talk again. Ruth came to her sister because, after all, this is what big sisters are supposed to be for, right? But when they're away for too long Ruth sometimes forgets that Rebecca and Rachel don't get her. And she doesn't get them. She drove all the way to Seattle to look for comfort that's not there because she and her sister don't understand each other even when they try and this was so stupid and she just wants to go home.
"Well, listen, I think I can fix it a little," says Rachel. She doesn't look very happy either, and Ruth isn't dumb, she knows her sister would help if they spoke the same language. "Maybe clean it up, add some layers. Let me just go find my stuff, 'kay?"
The roommate slides onto the couch as Rachel leaves the room. "Don't listen to her," the roommate says. "Rach is great on lots of stuff, but men aren't exactly her specialty, you know?"
"Huh?"
"...never mind."
***
The red-haired leech was still running around pulling sh-- stuff, but it was made a whole lot more complicated by the fact that the Cullens were back in town which meant, oh, thanks, the treaty was back on and the boundary lines were in place. 'Cause it wasn't good enough that they had to come back and steal Lucas, they had to come back and steal territory too.
They just got to do whatever they wanted. They could take land, they could take people, and no one was gonna do anything about it. Sam had promised her that if any of the bloodsuckers bit a human -- and, yeah, bit was definitely specified, their ancestors apparently hadn't been idiots -- then the Pack would be on them like white on rice. Even if it was for someone who asked to be bitten.
It made Ruth sick. How could he want that? How could anyone want that? They were dead things. The Girlfriend was dead.
And even so, Lucas wanted The Girlfriend instead of her.
She'd heard the phone ring, sometimes, and knew it was him because of the tone of Billy's voice. It was the same tone he'd used back when Rebecca had tried to date that dealer from the Makah rez, which was just insanely stupid, but no one ever said Rebecca was too smart when it came to the guys.
No, she's not here. Pause. I don't know. Pause. Right. Goodbye. Slam.
Lucas didn't rank anywhere near Rebecca's skeezeball, but apparently Billy disagreed.
Possibly the worst part were the sad, guilty looks from Charlie the couple of times he'd come by. Ruth made a point to get out of the house and go patrolling as fast as possible when that happened. The idea that Charlie had been on her side didn't help, because it was just that much closer she'd apparently come.
Intellectually, Ruth knew it was supposed to stop hurting. People went through breakups -- or almost breakups -- whatever this had been, and they got over it. Time heals all wounds... or something.
Except Ruth was pretty sure the people who said that had never been rejected for a corpse.
***
"Listen," says the roommate, "I think you're overstating things. I mean, this other chick. What does she have that you don't?"
"She's rich, she's gorgeous, and she smells like cocaine." To Lucas, anyhow.
The roommate laughs, like Ruth's told a joke instead of it being true. "Come on, now. She can't be that amazing." Ruth just gives the roommate a Look, and the roommate whistles. "Okay. Well, who cares? You can get any guy you want."
Ruth blows her nose into a fresh spring tissue and shakes her head.
"Oh, please. With legs like that? If I batted for the other team I'd totally try to be your rebound right now."
"Really?" Ruth hasn't really been paying attention to whether anyone's been looking at her legs -- or anything other part of her, for that matter. There'd only been one pair of eyes she'd cared about.
"Definitely. Take my advice: get out there, fool around, fluff your ego a little. Believe me, the boys will fall all over you. And besides..." The roommate winks. "Nothing gets a guy hotter than a little competition. Play your cards right and he won't even see the other chick, cocaine-smell or not."
That's an angle she's never thought of. Huh.
Rachel comes back just as the roommate is handing Ruth one of those weird alcoholic lemonade things. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Oh, come on. The girl's going through a break-up, well, practically. It's no time to be overprotective."
"She's sixteen. Give her that bottle and I'll crack it over your skull."
The roommate blinks. "She's sixteen?"
"I look older," Ruth says.
There's a short pause, and then the roommate snatches the lemonade back and says, "Right. Never mind. Watch some sappy movies, eat a tub of ice cream, and forget absolutely everything I just told you."
***
Sometimes Ruth would go and look at herself in the mirror again. She'd stand there, staring, and look for the defect that had cost her the boy she loved.
When she wasn't tired or alone or whatever, it was easier to be confused about it. Ruth knew she didn't look like she'd stepped off a runway, but seriously, how could a bloodsucker be better? Especially to Lucas, who liked warmth? Who maybe hadn't loved her loved her, not yet, but had still...
But when she stood there and studied her reflection for long enough, Ruth understood. In the woods she'd gotten a good look at The Girlfriend for the very first time, a really, really good look, and even though the wrongness of it had been obvious to Ruth's senses, she'd still been able to see what Lucas saw. Silk blouse. Long hair. Soft voice. White skin.
Everything Ruth didn't have.
There was no comparison.
***
Rachel cleans up Ruth's hair pretty good -- it's still short of course, but at least it doesn't look like it was hacked off blindly, which it had been after all. She also gives Ruth a bag of clothes with a disapproving look. Inside, among other things, are three lace bras. Ruth changes before she leaves.
It's really late at night; before heading home for La Push, she finds a bar on the outside of town. It's near the university and it's kinda run-down, but the guys inside are young and clean cut and wearing those jeans that cost like a hundred dollars and come with holes already in them. These people are just pretending to slum it, so that's basically perfect. Skeeves will stare at anyone. Boys like this get to be choosy.
Ruth orders one of those lemonades and the bartender doesn't card her. She leans over the rail and drinks and keeps her eyes open for whoever's paying attention, and the roommate was right, she's definitely getting noticed. By the choosy guys. Some of them aren't just noticing, they're gaping. Whoa.
She just picks the closest one, 'cause she's feeling lazy.
They stumble into a bathroom stall. The guy sucks at her neck as he touches her, and it's really nice until it makes her think of vampires. She shuffles through all the images she's seen in the Pack-mind, which has always been weird but now she's grateful for it because not only does she know what she's doing, she knows a little about it from the other perspective, so she doesn't have to guess what works.
"Holy shit," the guy mumbles as she gets down on her knees and unzips his fly. "You're fucking beautiful."
It's not the same as sort of, but it's not bad.
Ruth rinses her mouth out in the sink afterwards and doesn't think that that was the big deal everyone makes it out to be. The guy -- who's seeming a lot younger all of the sudden -- has a wide-eyed expression in the mirror as he says, "Can I get your number?"
"Nope," says Ruth. She wipes her lips. They're a little swollen, and she thinks it's kind of attractive.
What does she have that you don't?
Poisoned teeth.
Ruth smiles.
***
Next: The Proposal
A/N: This scene was added because it was Ruth's turn to talk, and we don't know what happened to Jacob between New Moon and Eclipse.