AN: So I know I just updated, but I had this idea in my head and couldn't shake it. It's kinda short, but let me know what you guys think about doing Leah's POV and I might start doing it more.

Disclaimer: Still. Not. Mine. Sadly.

Chapter 10

Leah's POV (Jared arriving at the house for the plumbing)

I'm lying on the couch with my feet on my boyfriend, Kyle's, lap. We just finished breakfast and some lovely… after breakfast activities… when I hear a loud ass truck in the driveway. Has Sam finally come crawling back? Is he finally sick of his little pale face?

I get up when there's a knock at the door. Picking up my top off the floor, I make my way over to the door with Kyle hot on my heels. He never put his shirt back on, but I don't mind; he looks so good. I open the front door and huff when I see Jared, and not Sam, in front of me. Seriously? Sending one of his lackeys?

"What the fuck do you want, Jared?" I was busy, I don't have time for whatever drama is going on in his life. There's no reason for him to be here. I was shirtless with Kyle, which is the perfect way to stay. I cross my arms and block the doorway, intending to look as bitchy as possible to get him to change his mind and turn around.

"Well good morning to you, too, Leah. Harry needs plumbing fixed." He looks uninterested in me and unbothered by my bitchy appearance.

I snort; yeah, right, plumbing. "Is this another one of Sam's desperate attempts to win me back? Cause it's not gonna work. I'm happy right now. Happier than I ever was with him." I gesture to the shirtless Kyle behind me, but Jared doesn't seem to notice. I pout in response.

"Leah, I'm just here to fix the pipes. Call Harry if you're gonna make such a stink about it. Either way, I'm fixing the fucking pipes." After that, Jared pushes me out of the way and makes his way upstairs. Me! He pushed me! Leah Clearwater! Where does he get off treating me like that?

I grab my phone off the counter and dial my dad. As if there's a plumbing job; Sam probably sent Jared to cock block me cause he's petty about the breakup.

"Hey, sweetheart, what's up?" He picks up after a few rings.

"Daddy, why is Jared here?" I plop myself on a chair at the table while Kyle goes into the living room.

"He's fixing the pipes, sweetie. I asked Sam to send someone over for the upstairs bathroom." He sounds like he's trying to comfort a child. I'm not a fucking child.

"But, Daddy, why do we need them? Why can't we just find a legit company?"

"You know why I don't like other companies, sweetheart. They take advantage of us." I huff, having heard that many times before.

"I still don't understand why Jared's here."

"Bella is staying at his house until she's better. And anyway, I'm sure Sam has his reasons for assigning Jared." That pale face is at Jared's house? Damn, Sam definitely has a use-em-and-lose-em type.

"They're just a bunch of worthless guys who will never amount to anything." I mumble, rolling my eyes.

"Stop right there, young lady! They are doing important work! I have to go. Do not cause any trouble; leave Jared alone." He explicitly tells me before hanging up without so much as an I love you. Well, fuck, fine. What was up with him? What makes construction so fucking important?

I put my phone down and go into the living room in search of Kyle. He's sitting on his phone scrolling through pictures of hot girls. Of course.

I sit down next to him and he doesn't even look up. I maneuver so that I can lay my head down in his lap and look up at him.

"What?"

"I'm bored. Entertain me." I lick my lips suggestively.

Kyle tosses his phone aside and pulls me into his lap, straddling him. We get lost in each other.

After we finish, I dress and go upstairs. Sex had taken my mind off Jared for a bit, but it's time to make sure he's not fucking around.

"So, heard from Daddy that Sam's pale faced skank is staying at your house." I lean against the doorway and watch him work. Hmm… he looks good on his hands and knees like that. I bite my lip, thinking about all the naughty things I would do to him on his knees.

After few minutes, he hasn't replied. He's just staring at the pipes. "What? Slut got your tongue?"

"You know what, Leah? Shut the fuck up! You don't know anything about Bella. She's amazing and beautiful and better than you in every way. You're just a pissed off, resentful, shrew and you lost the best thing that ever happened to you when Sam walked out that door. You can be a bitch all you want but never, and I mean never, speak about Bella again. Or you will regret it." Jared roars at me, getting in my face. My mouth hangs open, not expecting that response.

With that, he storms past me and out of the house. Damn, I must've hit a nerve with that. I smirk, knowing I can stir the pot with this. He's so into her.

I walk downstairs calmly. Kyle is in the hallway looking as confused as he can without looking up from his phone.

"What was all that about, babe?"

I walk up to him, smiling, and kiss his cheek. "Oh, nothing." The wheels in my mind are already turning.

AN: I'm considering making Leah a total bitch and also super devious. Like trying to tear happiness apart devious. Let me know if you think I should keep up with Leah as another POV. They might be shorter chapters.

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