Chapter Two: What Have You Done With My Best Friend?
Opening up the front door and helping Jacob into the house was like an opperation - extremely difficult and full of suspense. How would I know that he'd fall flat on his face the moment he got through into the main hall way. With a groan, I attempted to tug him up by his arm, but he wouldn't budge, other than a few drool marks around his mouth and on the floor.
"My cat peed on that floor," I lied, keeping my voice nonchalant with a small shrug lifting my shouldiers. I then watched as he immediately got up from the ground, dusting off his clothes and rushing over to the couch. I couldn't help but laugh at the sight of him stumbling around, it was marginally funny. "Yeah, now you get up." Truth is, I don't even have a cat, but he should know that too. I suppose being intoxicated by alchohol really messes up your memory. "Jacob, just go to sleep, you'll feel better." I assured him, before heading into the kitchen as he crashed in a daze on the couch.
I knew that after everything he'd been drinking he'd definitely need some food to soak up everything he consumed. I knew that he wouldn't be asleep for too long, infact he probably would just be laughing at the roof. Oddly enough, the second choice was the most believeable even though the roof was completely plain.
Reaching into the refridgerator, I pulled out three eggs and three pieces of bread with a large amount of bacon. Greasey food was apparently good for hangovers, and hopefully it helped in just ordinarily sobering people up. I set the pan on the stove and melted some butter before frying up the eggs and bacon quickly, before toasting the bread. Once everything was prepared, I set it on a plate and made my way back into the living room where Jacob was snoring. He really was asleep then. I rested the plate on to the coffee table, before sitting down beside him. His snores quietened quite a bit then.
"Honestly Jacob Black, what have you become," I breathed, keeping my gaze on his face. I leaned down slightly, letting my hand rest on his cheek. I showed him my favourite memory of him when I had just been born: when we were in the forest 'arguing' which one could catch the bigger elk. He let me win. But that memory faded into contrast with the next, more recent ones: first he drinking at a party, unknowingly flirting with girls with their thongs showing above their skirts, secondly was when I walked in on him with another girl and third when he completely forgot to take me to school yesterday because he was with yet another girl. "What have you done with my best friend? I want him back," I whispered, and I could already feel my eyes welling up with tears.
I pulled my hand away from his cheek the moment his eyes opened, good timing. Hiding my tears, I turned my face towards the plate of food still sitting on the coffee table. "Um, I made you something to eat. I don't care what you say, but you have to have something..." I trailed off, wiping my eyes in one swift movement.
"Are you crying, Nessie?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.
I reached over and took hold of the plater, handing to it him. "I just burnt myself when I was cooking, it's nothing," I made up yet another excuse, faking a smile. I couldn't act like I was happy with him forever when really he was hurting me.
"You know, I just had the weirdest dream. Wait no it wasn't really a dream, more like a flashback, ya' know?" He spoke before making a sandwich out of the food on his plate. It was usually just the way he ate everything.
"Really? Tell me about it." I raised my eyebrows, faking curiousity but I made it bearable at least.
He already seemed a little more sober after the nap - not to mention he'd thrown up on the beach.
"Nah, it's nothing. I'm just experiencing what it's like to be a teenager." He made a thumbs-up signal with a large grin.
I shook my head, getting up from the couch. "No," I verified, taking his empty plate from his hand. "You're experiencing what it's like to be an asshole." I rolled my eyes and headed back into the kitchen. Rinsing the plate, I placed it by the sink before I felt the tears fall on to my ivory cheeks. Why was Jacob's actions effecting me so much? He was my best friend, obviously but he was acting like a dickhead. I then suddenly felt a pair of two muscular arms wrap around my waist from behind.
"I'm sorry," He murmred his apology, turning me around to face him.
I let my hands fall from my face, before taking a deep breath. "No you're not. But from now on, I really don't care what you do in your life Jacob. You can get drunk, sleep around and pretend that some sluts are parties are your imprint instead of me, then go for it. I don't want to be a part of your life anymore. I sacrifice a lot for you, and get nothing in return!" I couldn't refrain from blurting out my monologue.
"Nessie, how did you know that I imprinted on you?" He asked, his face burning red now.
"About three months ago when you had that fling with that girl at Quil's party," I admitted, brushing the remaining tears from my cheeks. "Embry told me 'the way he's treating you isn't the way he's supposed to be treating his imprint', and it went from there."
"If I knew that you knew then I wouldn't have acted like that." He spoke with regret, but I wasn't buying it.
"Yeah, I'm sure you wouldn't have." I said sarcastically before barging upstairs to my room, slamming the door behind me. "That's it, I think maybe Jacob needs his own taste of his medicine." I murmured to myself.
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