Unforget You

"Why you calling me again? Trying to act all innocent. I ripped your pictures all to shreds. You said that it was over."- Friday Night Boys

I remembered everything she said to me, I remembered her lips against mine, and I remembered her in my arms. Everything I remembered about her wasn't all good, though. I remembered how she chose that bloodsucker over me, I remembered how she said that she couldn't love me like she loved the bloodsucker, and I remembered why she left in the first place.

There was too much for me to remember; I couldn't comprehend all of it. I had conflicting emotions. One part of me wanted to write her back, or call her back, but the other part wanted me to hate her, to never let her back in my life again. And, yet, I couldn't do either. I couldn't decide if I wanted to be happy for her or angry with her.

I guess that's the price for loving someone so much. I loved that girl like there was nothing I could let go of, and she still dumped me on my ass. She didn't care about me; she never loved me.

I didn't even want to get out of bed. There was a pain in me that I couldn't get rid of. Even when my friends came over, I couldn't do a thing about it.

The phone rang as I lay in my bed, and I waited for someone to get it. Eventually someone did, and there was a knock at my door. It was my dad holding the phone.

"Someone's on the phone for you," he whispered.

I took the phone from my dad. "Hello?"

"Hey, Jake," a female voice whispered.

"Bella?" I asked. "What the fuck do you want?"

"Jacob, I've been worried about you. My dad told me you ran away, and I just…"

"You just what? You felt bad that you were the reason I ran away? You always think about yourself.
"Jacob, you know that's not what I meant."
"Don't bullshit me, Bella, and leave me the fuck alone."

"Jacob, please talk to me. All I want to do is…"

"Bella, I'm done with you. Leave me alone."
"Jake, I love you, and…"
"Don't you ever say that again," I growled. "You never loved me."

"I do love you, Jacob, and you've got to believe me."
"I don't give a shit what you think, Bella. I'm going to hang up now."
"Jacob, please don't!"

"Good bye, Bella."

"But Jake, I…."
I couldn't hear the rest of her sentence because I hung up. I threw the phone against the door and hid my face into my pillow. I absolutely despised her, and, yet, I was still in love with her, and nothing was going to change my life.

"Jacob!" I heard Rachel yell. "Someone's here!"
Fuck, if that's Bella, I'm gonna shoot myself, I thought as I walked out of my room.

Thankfully, it wasn't Bella. It was Embry, leaning against our kitchen counter, looking for something to eat.

"Go get your own food, you fat ass."
Embry gave me a cheeky smirk as he walked away from the counter.

"I've got some good news," he said.

I grabbed an apple and took a huge bite. "What is the good news?"

"We're having a bonfire Friday night," he explained.

"And that is good news how?"

"I invited some major hot chicks from Forks."
"Oh, God, Embry. You know I don't want any other girl."

He sighed. "C'mon Jake. This'll be fun, and you know it will be. If it wasn't going to help you, I wouldn't force you to come."
"You're forcing me to come?"
"Yep, because it's gonna be an awesome night, and you have to be there."
I sighed. "Fine, I'll go."

"Good." He hit my back. "Let's go to Emily's. She's making spaghetti and meatballs tonight."
And I walked out of the door with Embry.

Emily's house was only a few minutes away from my house, so, of course, we walked. It was the end of August, so it wasn't too cold. Not that it even mattered. We were warm-blooded naturally. Still, it would be the perfect month to have a bonfire.

When we got to Emily's house, all the guys were there, and, surprisingly, Leah was there too. I went over to Emily, who was in the kitchen with Claire and hugged her from behind.

"Why hello, Jacob," she laughed and turned around to hug me. "How are you?"

"Fine." I looked down and smiled at Claire playing with pots and pans Emily had lain out. "Where's Sam?"

"Upstairs. He'll be down in a few minutes. He said he had something to do."
"Oh."

I bent down and picked up Claire. If there was one thing in my life that made me happy, it was Claire. She was so precious and so sweet; she had the same personality as her mother. I knew, that when she got older, she would be so hard to handle, but I was going to enjoy her in this moment.

"Uncle Jake!" Claire attached herself to my leg.

I bent down slightly to pet her hair. "How are you, fidget?"
She giggled. "Good."
"Are you helping Auntie Emily cook?"
She nodded. God, I couldn't believe she was actually three. It was like her life had just disappeared in two years. She was so much bigger, and so much stronger, that you wouldn't think she was still the same girl.

She giggled and nodded. "Yes."

"Well, where's Quil?"

"In the other room!" She grabbed my hand. "Let's go see them!"

She practically dragged me into the other room were the rest of the guys were sitting. Claire let go of my hand, ran, and jumped into Quil's arms. I wished someone loved me like that, or I loved someone like that.

"Aye, Jake!" Embry called. "Get out of the way of the TV!"

I shook my head and got out of the way. I sat down in the only free armchair and sat Claire in my lap. For one second, everything felt right.