This is a piece I wrote in my creative writing class a few months ago. I was trying to explore Jacob's bitter side. Hope you enjoy.
Conversations With a Werewolf
I.
First of all, who needs her?
Her, with her brown hair and
Her adorable clumsiness. She
Doesn't need me, of all people -
She's got him;
That leech, that blood-sucking,
No good mosquito -
Why can't she see? Why can't
She see he's no good?
II.
I hate him.
That perfection is all a lie;
A bait, a tease, a trap,
To lure unsuspecting prey
To their deaths. And what he
Did to her,
Shattered her. Broke her into
Thousands of tiny pieces.
Guess who put her back together?
Me.
But did she choose me?
No. She chose the perfection instead.
III.
I can't believe she ran back to him.
Saved him, for crying out loud, after
What he did to her.
I would never have forgiven him
For putting me through that,
If I were her.
But she's that type. The forgiving
Type. Holding grudges was never
One of her strong points.
IV.
I hate being just a friend.
I was never more than friend to her,
Not with that parasite around. She
Only came to me when he wasn't there,
To fill the empty space. And what did she
Do?
Ditched me.
All for that stupid, no good, parasite deer
Tick of a vampire.
V.
Bella, hun,
Hate to break it to you, but
Werewolves are better.