Chapter 10- Reaction

I new it wouldn't be fantastic. I was half expecting him to stand up and rip me, and the Diner, to shreds. Other than his priceless pained face, he was calm, in a way. I could swear the dint on the table wasn't there two seconds ago.

I looked down, trying to think of something to say.

"Edward...I...it's...um..." I gave up. What could I say to someone that had just been broken hearted, by me? Sigh. I now knew how he felt.

Edward looked back down and let out an angry and frustrated sigh. I wouldn't be surprised if he had given up on me. But he wouldn't. Ever. Sigh. Why was life always so complicated?

He muttered something to himself, to quiet for me to hear, and then looked back up again, directly at me. He coughed. Pfft. Like Vampires coughed. I looked back up, as he obviously wanted my attention.

His eyes were that beautiful golden colour that used to be in love with. They were so sad, so different to the 'I'm in love with you' eyes. I would never see them again. At least, not being directed at me.

"Edward. I'm sorry, it's not my fault. It's completely unintentional..." He eye changed from sad to mad.

"You're sorry. It's not your fault, it's that idiots fault. I blame my very gut on him. He's the werewolf for goodness sake. Them and their stupid imprinting." It was so weird for me to witness this. He was yelling, but only loud enough for me to hear. Weird.

I clenched my fist. "Edward. Stop talking now!" He was silent, but held a terrible poker face. He was so angry.

"It is not his fault, not at all. It's not even his fault for imprinting. It's someone else's; and I know whose. So just shut up and stop blaming him okay!"

I have never seen Edward scared before. Well, now I have. Scared of me? What could I do to him? Nothing, but break his heart of course.

"Well then. Whose fault is it that my life is ruined?" He looked at me expectantly.

I couldn't be bothered with an explanation. So I just said it. "Your own fault."

He was shocked. "What? How can I ruin my own life? If that's what you call it."

"Very easily, and for several reasons. You promised me forever and then ditch me leaving someone else to clean me up and put me together again, Jacob; and also for your very existence here."

"My existence? What have I done now?" Thank goodness for the witnesses. Otherwise I would have been ripped to shreds.

"You're a vampire. Werewolves are made from the descendants of other werewolves, but they only phase if a vampire is near by and threatens the reservations existence."

"How do you know that?"

"Your family moved here a few years ago; Sam phased, along with a few others. But then Victoria came back with Laurent and started hunting humans and killing them. So Jake phased, and so did his friends. And also I know because Jake told me."

He calmed down. He believed me. For once.

"She came back." He stated simply. "With Laurent." He considered that for a moment. "Hmm."

"You already knew didn't you?" I looked at him with curiosity.

"Of course! Her scent is all over town! I just can't believe Laurent! Old habits die hard."

"Well, he's dead... so is Victoria. The Pack was threatened, so the threat was removed. Simple as that."

Well, it wasn't really simple, but it wasn't confusing at least.

"Seems the pack is a bit more useful than I thought." He was silent.

"Duh..." I muttered to myself. I was sure he could hear me though.

We sat in silence for a minute or two while I had a bit of my soup. We were both lost in our own thought. I seriously couldn't believe that he hadn't ripped my head off yet, as I was expecting him too.

"So Edward. Umm..." I looked toward the clock on the wall of the diner. It was getting late, surprisingly. Time flies.

"Edward, it's getting late. I have to get back. I'll see you again though." I wanted to see him again. But as friends this time.

He smiled. "Yeah, sure. Have fun. I'll pay the bill." Sure as hell he was paying the bill. "See you later I guess." He sighed. He didn't like this.

"Yeah, bye." I stood up and walked past him too the door, but before I could take a few steps away from him, he grabbed my wrist and pulled my back into kiss.

Cold and stony his lips were on mine. For the last time. He pulled away and whispered quietly in my ear, "Sleep well, Bella." He let go of me and turned back to his steak.

I half ran out of the diner towards my truck. I hopped in and just sat there for a moment to think over what had just happened.

I had gotten my head together when I finally turned on the freezing cold truck and headed back to La Push...

...and to my lover.