I know, it's been a while, sorry about that. Here's chapter nine. Enjoy.


Chapter Nine
Two Wrongs

The weekend was over. Charlie was back which meant it would be harder to see Edward as I was still grounded. The beginning of the week also meant that Jacob returned from visiting his sister and her husband meaning that the talk was coming. Soon.

All of Monday all I could think about was the amazing weekend I'd spent with Edward. I couldn't believe he had remembered that I had never been to a theme park before and took it upon himself to "right that wrong" – his words, not mine. But after having spent all of Saturday at the theme park I had to agree with him. I had been missing out big time. But maybe I'd only had such a good time because it was Edward who took me. I wondered if I would have enjoyed it as much if Jake had been the one to take me.

I doubted it.

As if Jacob would have done what Edward and I did in the locker room. Not that that was the only reason I was in love with Edward, of course, but it did help. It was just horrible to want that with someone just to be rejected again and again. It felt good to be wanted.

All of Saturday night Edward and I were texting and I found myself picking up my phone and checking for a message, despite knowing he hadn't sent one yet. I felt like a giddy little school girl.

On Sunday we went to the meadow again and worked a little on the project and a lot on our kissing skills. And there I was thinking it impossible that Edward's kisses could get any more amazing than what they already were.

I found myself constantly getting out my phone from my back pocket while cooking or reading or playing my guitar, or even when in the middle of my daily phone conversations with Renee, just to gaze upon my new screensaver – the photo the woman took of Edward and I. I would look at it just to see his face, or to smile at the way he was holding me close to him or even almost as encouragement for my upcoming talk with Jacob. I'd take in the picture of us and tell myself that this was what I was doing it for. This was the reason I needed to talk to Jake. And I'd find myself suddenly just wanting to get it over with already so I could drive into school, back Edward up against his car and plant a big passionate tongue filled flaming sparks flying kiss on his lips in front of everyone and scream at the top of my lungs that we were together, that he was my boy…well, we hadn't really put labels on it yet because of the whole Jake thing but we would…hopefully…if he wants me to be his girlfriend.

Not only did I desperately need to speak to Jake because of Edward, but I also needed to stop lying to my friends. Well, it wasn't lying exactly…I just wasn't telling them the truth.

I loved talking to Rose, she was one of my best friends, but if just felt weird not being able to talk to Alice about it. But Rose did love our gossip sessions in Math. Today I had told her all about how Edward had taken me to the theme park and she squealed at his thoughtfulness. I showed her the photo Edward had sent to me of the two of us and her "aww's" and other girly noises started attracting attention.

Jessica, who sat at the desk behind ours, stood and leant on her desk, trying to peer over at my phone to see what Rose was cooing about. I shoved my cell into my pocket while Rose gave the Queen-of-Gossip daggers. There was no way I was going to let Jessica Stanley know about Edward and I. The news would have reached the Quileute Reservation by lunchtime.

I got home from school and collapsed onto my bed. I'd do my homework tomorrow, I wasn't in the mood at that moment – Edward was texting me.

A little while later I heard the doorbell ring and sighed, knowing exactly who it was.

Wish me luck – x I texted Edward and left my phone on my bed. I couldn't have this conversation while talking to Edward at the same time. I felt guilty enough as it was.

I made my way downstairs and opened the door to find Jacob, looking a little worse for wear and he gave me a weak smile.

"Hey," he muttered walking in straight past me and headed for the living room.

"Hi," I said, following him, sitting on the other end of the couch where he had taken residence, picking up the remote and switching on the T.V.

"Could we just watch a film or something?" He asked, "I'm so tired from travelling."

"Err, sure." I sighed, though he hadn't really given me much choice.

He put on some action movie or other and whenever his eyes weren't glued to the screen they were rolling in aggravation at his phone, which kept beeping and he kept ignoring.

"You can answer the texts, Jake." I said then muttered under my breath, "It's not like we're deep in conversation or anything." I was starting to fantasise about my own phone still up on my bed, I would have brought it down had I known that this was what Jacob had planned for us today. It was a lot different to a theme park that was for sure.

His phone beeped again and he put it on silent. "Jake, seriously, answer your phone, it's annoying me now more than anything."

He shook his head with a yawn and didn't look at me, "It's just my sister." Then his eyes were back on the screen and that was the end of that conversation.

I stared at him while he started drifting off to sleep. Sister my ass. He had just spent the whole weekend with his sister, what important news could she possibly have for him that meant texting every three minutes that couldn't have been said when he had gone to see her?

Jacob was now deeply asleep judging by his snores so I grabbed the remote and changed the channel. I wasn't going to suffer through another minute of awfully fake explosions and punches and gun fights if he wasn't even awake to see it.

As I was browsing through the channels his phone lit up and buzzed against the arm of the sofa and I bit my lip. I wanted to know who was texting him. Why the hell was it so urgent? It couldn't have been if Jake was ignoring it, which meant he was ignoring it for a different reason.

I eyed his sleeping form and nudged his shin with my foot. He didn't move. "Jake?" I hissed. His snores continued.

Slowly, I leant over and shook his shoulder a little. When he didn't stir I knew he was out cold. As gently and as quietly as I could, I reached over and grabbed his cell before sitting back quickly.

I fiddled with it for a bit, debating. Was I really going to do this? Was I really going to disrespect his privacy in such a way? But I knew he was lying. If he hadn't lied to me about it that meant it was nothing I needed to be concerned about but because he lied I felt I needed to know. He lied to me so I looked at his phone.

But two wrongs don't make a right.

The phone vibrated in my hands again and it broke through my morals. I unlocked his cell and opened the first message.

Leah.

Leah Clearwater?

Leah was a girl from the Reservation, her father was friends with Billy and Charlie. They had pushed us together when we were younger but we never really hit it off. For some reason she seemed to dislike me and she wasn't somebody I particularly cared for so I wasn't going to go out of my way to make her like me. I got on well with her little brother, though, Seth. He was a good kid. In fact, he was really the only one I spoke to whenever Jake and I went to La Push beach and the others were there. Seth was only fifteen, quite a bit younger than the others and to them he was just an annoying little kid who followed them around. So I spoke to him.

But why would Leah be texting Jacob? Sure they were sort of friends – she apparently had become quite bitchy after her boyfriend and cousin got together then got hitched. Couldn't say I blamed her for being upset about it but the girl was a nightmare to absolutely everyone, no matter who they were or how long she'd known them. She was bitter and took it out on everyone else. Jacob had always told me she was a pain in the neck.

A couple of texts I would have found perfectly normal. But constantly badgering him when he didn't respond – that struck me as very strange behaviour for hardly-sort-of-not-really-friends.

I read the very first text she sent.

Such a good weekend, when can we do it again? L xx

What? I read the next one.

You're with Swan aren't you? Xx

I continued reading.

Jakey, just say your dad needs you or something and come see me. Xx

Jakey?

Jacob, reply to me. X

Jake you can't just fuck me all weekend and then go running back to her.

I gasped.

We're made for each other. Besides, you said yourself she doesn't pay attention to you anymore since the fight with Cullen. Xx

I didn't pay attention to him? After two years of being shrugged off and constantly rejected by him he tells her I don't pay enough attention? And he had sex with her? He lied about not only the texts, but about going to his sisters. He hadn't even left Forks, he was round her house having sex with her.

I glanced over at Jacob who was still snoring. No wonder he was tired. Just as Leah said he had been fucking her all weekend. But as I watched him a strange numbness washed over me and I realised, I didn't care. I didn't care that he'd had sex with Leah, I didn't care because I didn't care for him. My feelings for Jake had been a little forced from the start. We were together because it seemed like that was the thing to do. Plus, our dads wanted it. I guess I'd felt something for him, but I suppose it had been nothing more than friendship.

He'd lied to me, more than once and I didn't care. Maybe it had also something to do with my complete and total hypocrisy – but I hadn't slept with Edward – not that I didn't want to.

But at least I'd planned to tell Jake about it. I was going to break it off with him because not only was it not fair on mine and Edward's relationship but it wasn't fair on Jacob. But Jacob hadn't been planning to tell me at all, Leah confirmed that – You can't fuck me all weekend then go running back to her – that's exactly what Jake had planned on doing. And I think that was what irritated me (not even angered me) it irritated me more than anything else.

So, I wasn't going to tell him. I didn't care if he ended up finding out any other way. So far we were pretty even just like he had said before. He had Leah, I had Edward, he had lied, I had lied.

Two wrongs don't make a right.

Screw it.

And with that, I quietly and gently placed his phone back in its original position and sat back to watch the television.


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