Okay, so here's chapter three. I had planned on updating yesterday, but it's quite obvious that it didn't work out, because here we are today. Anyways. Thanks to all of you who've read this far. I sincerely hope you keep reading until the end, whenever it may come. Please enjoy the third installment of Love Is Worth The Pain.

Disclaimer: Every time I remind myself that I still don't own Twilight, I die a little inside... But I own the plot, so I suppose that will sustain me for a bit.


3. I Am Not Jesus!

Leah's POV

Damn it all.

How can you possibly change an entire wedding in four weeks? I can't turn one thing into another thing in such short time. I can't just make things happen or appear. I can't turn water into wine. That's a job for the Messiah. I'm not Jesus!

Fucking bitch.

Jacob and I dropped Nessie off at home and headed back to our little apartment above Jacob's auto shop. As soon as I was inside, I plopped onto the couch for a well-deserved rest. Unfortunately, my rest wasn't going to happen anytime soon, because almost immediately after the door closed, Jacob was all over me; not in the good way unfortunately.

"What's wrong with being a mechanic?" he asked.

"Huh? I don't recall saying anything to bring this up."

"In the car when we were talking about Sam and Emily."

Nope, we're just Leah and Jacob. The waitress and the frickin' mechanic.

Oh.

"You made it sound like it was a bad thing."

I sat up and pulled him down on the couch with me, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing his throat.

"Let's not talk about this now. I'm hungry."

"If you're hungry, shouldn't you get something to eat?"

"I am," I said, smiling, before nipping at his neck. He took the hint and lay down on the couch, pulling me to lie on top of him between his legs. We were just starting to play around when the phone rang.

Jacob sighed. "Can't be home for five minutes before everyone starts calling…" He reached behind him to the coffee table and picked up the phone. "Hello? Oh, hey Brady…"

I rolled my eyes, knowing how Jacob was when he got on the phone; it took him forever to get off.

There goes my happy hour… I thought. I stayed where I was, nestled against Jake's chest. I looked down at my left hand, at the beautiful diamond ring set on a silver band…

No. Not really. This was my fantasy. I didn't have a ring yet. Jake was saving money to buy us a real house. He couldn't afford a ring. Suddenly, I felt what I had not felt in years.

Jealousy.

You had me; a she wolf who's boyfriend left her for her cousin, now engaged to an amateur mechanic, living above his garage, no ring, hardly any money. Then you have said cousin, engaged to said ex-boyfriend, huge ring, beautiful house… everything I was supposed to have. And now she has my wedding.

When did my life turn into a soap opera?


Renesmee POV

Dad was still at work and Mom was with Grandpa Charlie when I got home. So I changed into a tank top and shorts and went outside into the backyard. I got my soccer ball from the other side of the yard to practice a bit. I was getting even better and was so proud of myself, I just wanted to practice all the time.

After a few minutes of dribbling the ball and kicking it into the goal my dad bought me, I decided to relax. I lay down in the grass, going through my daily ritual that I made up for getting rid of anger and frustration. I thought of everything that made me mad that day, then imagined writing it on paper, balling it up, and burning it. I would've done it for real, but, having a houseful of vampires, burning things isn't very smart.

Sounds pretty cheesy, right? It kinda is. But it works, so I do it. I had just burned up the memory of Alexis Martin, a cheerleader who dumped trash on me that day (she didn't like me because her boyfriend dumped her to go out with me… even though I told him no), when the memory of Leah's wedding came to me. Emily had completely stolen Leah wedding. How could she possibly have known that? Leah hadn't told anyone about her colors except the people who were involved. And Emily was far from involved.

I had never really liked her, even before my crush on Sam sprouted. She just struck me as… too good to be true. I never trusted her. And something told me she disliked me just as much. Neither her nor Sam ever really paid attention to me.

Although, as I grew older, I think she saw me as a threat. Whenever I was around, she'd cling to Sam like a sticky ten-year-old magnet on a refrigerator. Despite that while the others in the pack ogled at me incessantly, Sam Uley never looked twice at me. Actually, it was quite rare that he'd look once. I don't think I recalled a time when he'd spoken more than three words to me. I wondered how he dealt with Emily each day. She could be so controlling, I noticed.

I took that memory of Emily stealing Leah's wedding, and instead of balling it up and burning it, I decided to put it in a mental folder and save it. I wasn't quite ready to let that go yet.


Well, there you have it. I hope you all liked chapter three. Let me know what you think! I love getting reviews, so don't be shy! I will update as soon as possible. Much love!

~Schnarf~