[[ Author's note: Ahhhhh…. Chapter 2 (: … this should be interesting? Eh?

P.s. I thought of a great song that goes along with this (: you guys should check out The Memory by Mayday Parade.]]

Chapter 2 - Barely breathing, yet again.

I rolled down my window in hope that my mascara hadn't run too much. He'd know I'd been crying either way. I sat still and looked away from him, I was waiting for him to say or maybe do something. Something that could somehow make me feel better. He didn't.

"What the hell did he do to you?" He said raising his voice only slightly.

"Nothing, Edward, just don't be mad at him. Okay? It's not his fault." I said quietly, feeling like the smallest person in the world.

"Then why are you crying? What did he say to you…I know he upset you." He was still angry, and I bit my tongue in hope that I wouldn't say anything wrong.. Like the truth.. The worst possible thing I could talk about right now was the truth.

"Because, I said some things I didn't mean to say to him. I didn't realize that until now. Either way, it's not important. We're not friends anymore." I whispered.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He reached out, touching my arm. I looked at his pale hand and then at the road again.

"No." I replied sternly.

"Do you want a ride home?" He asked, removing his hand.

"Can you stay tonight?" I looked into his ocher eyes, a look of vulnerability spread wide across my face.

"Of course, I'll just meet you there." He placed a kiss on my forehead and I headed home.

When I reached my bedroom I saw that Edward had already managed to take his typical spot on the left side of my bed. He tapped the sheet with his hand, signaling for me to come over. I sat beside him solemnly, I was taken by surprise when I felt his cold arm around my waist. He pulled me into a hug and I placed my head on his shoulder.

"Bella, I'm sorry he hurt you." He spoke.

"He didn't, I hurt him. And I hate myself for it." I said pulling away from him.

"Don't hate yourself, Love. We hurt the ones we care about the most, it's part of life. Like when I left you, it made neither of us happy but, I still did it I thought it was the best choice for us. And I'm sure you and Jacob will make up, just as we did." Edward's words brought back memories of the time I had spent with Jacob while he was gone. All of the time I had spent upset over Edward, I could have been with Jacob. I could have prevented any of this from happening, but, I didn't. All I could think about the entire time I lay there on my bed with Edward, was what if it were Jacob here, instead of Edward? I shook the thought from my head, and drifted to sleep in the wrong man's arms.

I got ready for school slowly, I woke up earlier this morning. I guess to allow myself some mental preparation for seeing Jacob and Leah at school [[author's note: yes, Jacob and Leah also attend Forks High School (: they are also all the same age.. Don't look at me like I'm unoriginal! Hahahah..okay, so maybe I am.. ]] I walked downstairs in a disarray of thoughts, I came to the decision that the last thing I wanted was for Edward to start a fight. I ate breakfast, well, barely, I mostly just moved my cereal around the bowl. I grabbed my bag, and my jacket before walking into the rain, Edward was waiting for me in his car, I got in and we headed for school.

We arrived around 7:30 and Jacob and Leah had already arrived. Edward got out of the car and came around to open my door, I took a deep breath and stepped out. Edward grabbed my hand as he led me into the old brick building.

Jacob's POV.

I drove Leah to school, I hadn't mentioned anything about what happened last night. I still couldn't believe it, Bella meant everything to me. I took in a deep breath as Leah and I stepped out of my truck almost simultaneously. We sat outside on an old stone bench, I felt my entire body turn cold as I saw them walk into the school hand in hand. Leah and I decided to head to class.

After school Leah was going to hang out with some of her friends, so she caught a ride with them. I hugged her goodbye placing a few kisses on her neck, jaw, and cheek. I looked over her shoulder to see Bella, her hand in Edward's but her gaze completely fixated on me. I shook it off, to show emotion in front of Leah would mean telling the truth, something we all wanted to avoid.

"Bye, I love you." Leah's voice snapped me out of my daze.

"I love you, too…" The words left a bad taste in my mouth. "Bella." I spoke under my breath. I figured if I said Bella's name afterwards, low enough for Leah not to hear of course, then technically I wasn't lying.. Either way I was.

I shook my head and headed home. She was everywhere I looked. I glanced around my room, I tried to find one thing that didn't remind me of her, it didn't work. I guessed that I could just sit and stare at the wall the rest of the day, but that didn't work either. She was everywhere. I decided to try something, even if it didn't work either, I could at least say that I had tried. I picked up my phone, and dialed her number. It must have rang 10 times before voicemail picked up. "Hey, it's Bella sorry I can't come to the phone right now. Leave a message, Bye."

"Hey, Bella. Uhm…I just wanted to hear your voice. I love you." I managed to choke out, I lay down on my back, throwing my phone against the wall. I couldn't bring myself to be angry with her, maybe because I had been thinking the same thing lately. I loved Leah, but more like a sister. Bella had been everything to me, ever since last February when she came to see me, of course then she was a complete mess. And I have to admit, I wouldn't have had it any other way. It allowed us a chance to get to know each other. Leah and I got together when Bella stopped coming around. I think that maybe I was just bored.

Bella's POV

As Edward and I walked from the school building, I glanced over my shoulder. Jacob's eyes met mine, I fought the urge to release Edward's hand and run over to Jacob, apologize, and possibly fix this horrible mess..

Once I was home, and Edward was gone, I listened to the voicemail Jacob had left me. I must have cried the rest of the night, because I woke up the next morning to my alarm.

It went on for weeks, the constant glances, urges, and guilt. I couldn't take it anymore…something had to be done.