(A/N: Yeah…sorry if this is really out of character. I don't think it is, but I haven't written for Twilight in ages, so this might be really bad. Enjoy!)
Get Over It
Jacob is sitting by the cliff, staring all misty-eyed at something that doesn't exist like always does.
Suddenly, he hears a voice. Leah Clearwater. Of course. "What is your problem?" Leah demands. "She's dead. You know that, right? Because you act like you don't."
Jacob shuts his eyes and tries to ignore her. She isn't dead she isn't dead she isn't dead she isn't dead she isn't dead keeps repeating in his mind.
"Look, Kid," Leah says. "Look at me, and say this with me. Bella Swan is dead. Dead. D-E-A-D. Goodbye. Got it? So just get over her already! I never want to hear you think about her again."
"Uh-huh," Jacob agrees. "When you stop thinking about Sam."
"For your information, I am completely…" she pauses and tries to be honest with herself. "…Not over Sam."
"See? So why are you telling me to get over…B-B-Bella?"
"You have it easy," Leah says. "Bella's dead. You never have to see her again. I have to see Sam kiss Emily, hear him think about Emily, and watch him eat those stupid yet ridiculously good muffins…"
"Okay, okay, I get it."
Silence, then Leah asks, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Is it about killing Sam?"
Leah nods. "Do you wanna?"
Jacob smiles for the first time in ages. "Of course."
(A/N: Reviews are love!)