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JACOB:
I can't believe she chose that selfish bastard over me. I don't care why wanted to see her was. It was obvious from the self-satisfied smirk on his face that he was testing and using her. How he knew about me, I don't know, but he had obviously heard about us and was exploiting his mom's illness as a reason to spend time with her. As I walk away from the shop I can barely keep my anger in check. I know Bella has a weird romantic history with him but I thought she was a smart girl. Anyone with enough common sense can see right through him. I saw Esme give me a sympathetic nod as I stormed away; why didn't she step in and agree with me?
I had a whole romantic evening planned for us. I had been organizing it all day, but I was hardly going to mention it in front of that Edward guy. She had made her choice now, I guess. I thought we had a real connection growing between us, not just sex, andI felt like we communicated on another level. I could even see myself falling for her. I know it was sudden but I have never felt so natural, so myself, with anyone. Things just felt right.
The walk back to my motorcycle calms me down and I try hard to put myself in Bella's position, but I struggle to see how I would make the same decision. If I was her, and someone had treated me that badly and then they had tried to buy me off with flowers, I would have put them straight in the trash. And if they had turned up at my shop and expected a shoulder to cry on, I would have told them exactly what I thought of them - and more. Maybe she is weaker than I first thought. I guess if you're used to being treated badly by someone, maybe you grab the first sign of humanity they show you? Fuck that. I kick myself for letting her go with him. I should have dragged her away, but then I would be a lowlife, controlling cocksucker too.
I get to my motorcycle and put on my helmet. I start the engine up but I'm not in the mood to go home. I make a few quick calls and cancel the reservation I had made for tonight. Maybe I'm just the rebound guy? Maybe she is using me to make him jealous? I decide I need to see her and find out, so instead of heading west to La Push, I find myself riding the few blocks to Bella's house. I know she's going to be a while, I guess her ex-boyfriend lives is Port Angeles or somewhere, so I drop in to Subway on the way and order a chicken teriyaki foot long with onion marmalade.
I sit on her porch and eat it, watching as the sun goes down over my home fifteen miles away and think about our date on the rocky outcrop. I hate feeling insecure, but I need to know where I stand with her. I also hate playing mind games. If she went with him because she genuinely feels sorry and responsible for his being a miserable friendless bastard, then fine, but if I think for even a moment that something happened between them, it would be over between us.
I sit on her porch for about four hours before I realize she isn't coming home tonight. Fuck! I feel like such a gullible idiot. My blood runs cold as I think of them together, screwing each other, and I want to do some serious damage to the both of them. I get up off the porch and pace around the front of the house. It occurs to me that her neighbors have probably called the cops already, but I don't care. I feel numb and sick and very, very angry. I look down to see my hands are curled up into tight fists and my arms are shaking. I release my hands and try to control my erratic breathing.
It is dark now and for some god-awful reason I can't seem to tear myself away from Bella's house. The night isn't too cold - for Forks anyway -but I wrap myself up in my jacket as I try to shield myself from the wind. I say a prayer of thanks for having her small roof over my head as it rains on and off through the night. I sleep fitfully, waking up early the next day, and remember where I am. I know Bella hasn't come home yet, as she would have to have stepped over me to get to her door. It must be just before 9 a.m. when I hear the loud, angry throttle of a Volvo S60 R tearing down her road, and I know in an instant that the asshole of a driver is showing off to my girl.
I stand up and lean against the porch as they pull up in front of Bella's house and I see her face drop. She looks down at her lap, knowing she has been busted.
BELLA:
Oh God. I can't believe he waited at my place all night for me. I look at Edward's triumphant posture and I realize how naive and stupid I have been, letting myself believe he needed me when really all he wanted to do was split Jacob and me up.
"Want me to hang around, Bella?" Edward eyes Jacob suspiciously, but I quickly open the car door and start to get out. "In case you need a lift somewhere?"
"No." I keep on moving.
"Look, I'm sorry if-"
"Just go," I snap at Edward. I slam the car door as he reverses the car and speeds off. Before I get a chance to explain to him, Jacob is already moving towards me. I meet him but he refuses to make eye contact, and he passes me, crossing over to his motorcycle.
"Jacob!" I call to him, as I turn around and try to grab his arm, but he shakes me off. "Look at me! Please!" He shakes his head, looking over to the horizon, not bothering to look over his shoulder at me as he accelerates off. Shit. I run into my house and quickly shower and change. I'm not working today so I can take all day if I need it to explain to Jacob what an idiot I have been, and how nothing happened between Edward and me.
I get to his shop within the hour but it is still locked up. Damn, where are they? I look through the window toward the back of the shop but it's empty.
I search practically every shop in Forks, every coffee place and every bar. He is nowhere to be found. I guess he has gone home to La Push, but I don't know where he lives. Hoping that he or Embry will turn up sooner rather than later I go into the diner opposite his work and sit on a bar stool facing his shop. I have no appetite, but order a muffin and black coffee and eat with my eyes fixated on the street. My hand is in my pocket holding onto the wolf rattle and praying that he will turn up soon.
An hour later, I see what I hope is a flash of his motorcycle zip past the shop and into the parking lot behind. I jump up and then decide if he sees me he might just turn back around. I wait to see if he opens up the shop up and I will have him cornered. I wait patiently for a moment and, sure enough, Jacob appears in fresh clothes and flips the sign to 'open'. My stomach flips and I wonder if I have the stamina to argue with him. Touching the rattle once more, I leave the diner and cross over to the shop. I open the door gently hoping not to set off the bells, but they betray me soon enough and Jacob appears from the back room.
"What do you want?" He sighs, and fear consumes me because he looks more tired and annoyed than angry. Angry is good, it means that he is upset and still cares for me. Annoyed might mean he's done with me already.
"Nothing happened," I say as I walk toward him, but he sticks a hand up, blocking me from moving any closer.
"Something happened." He scratches his face. "You chose him over me. You chose to spend the night with him, rather than spend it with me."
"He needed me," I whine pathetically, even I know this is a dead end excuse to pursue.
"He called you when he knew you were with someone else. And like a puppy dog you went running to him." Jacob starts going through paperwork, pretending this conversation isn't having any effect on him. "And then you spent the night with him."
"I didn't know you'd be waiting for me." I look down to the floor.
"Would you have come home if you had?"
"Yes, of course. I believed he needed me, Jacob. I'm sorry. I guess I thought we could be friends. It never occurred to me that he might have an ulterior motive."
"I'm sorry, too," he replies, and my whole body lifts as I walk toward him, hoping I'm forgiven. But he points to the door before heading to the back room. "It was nice knowing you," he comments before he disappears into the backroom.
I am stunned, speechless. I didn't think that I wouldn't be able to talk him around. He is so stubborn, but I guess I will just have to respect his wishes. I hover, not knowing what to do. Taking the rattle from my pocket I walk over to the back room and peer in. Jacob is sitting on the bench, looking at the wall.
"Jake," I whisper, sad that he might not look at me ever again. "I got this for you yesterday." I place the paper bag on the bench and look at him hopefully. Curiosity finally gets the better of him and he picks up the bag up, before handing it back to me.
"I don't want it."
"Please, at least open the bag, Jacob."
"Could you go? I've got an appointment coming in a few minutes." His voice is cold and cuts through me like a knife. I stifle a sob and nod my head.
"Okay," I concede, and leaving the bag on the bench before walking out of the backroom and into the shop, heading toward the exit.
JACOB:
As Bella walks across the floor of the shop and to the door, I can't help but have a look in the bag. Inside is a small wooden toy; I pull it out and see it is a wolf rattle. My dad had one just like it years ago; he said a Shaman visiting the Rez had given it to him. I shake it, listening to the balls rattle inside and my heart thaws as I hear the front door bells jangle.
"Bella," I call. I hear the door click shut and her footsteps quickly cross back over to the floor towards me.
"Yes?" Her face looks demure and I can see in her eyes that she is close to tears.
"Thank you." She teeters on the tips of her toes, anxious to come over to me. I hold out my arms to her and she rushes into them.
"Thank you. Sorry." She repeats endlessly back to me, covering my face in kisses. I laugh and grab her face so that I can kiss her properly. She moans into my mouth with hunger and using her hands, pushes my knees apart so she can stand closer to me.
I kiss her again, letting my tongue slide along hers. She groans as I wrap my hands around her ass and squeeze her cheeks hard. She breaks the kiss and pulls off her top, letting her breasts bounce gently with the momentum. Reaching behind her back, I unhook her bra and she throws it across the room.
My eyes widen as I glance over to the corner where her bra has been discarded, and see a used can of white paint. Intuition tells me that it is the same paint used to vandalize Esme's shop and I know that either my dad or Embry are involved.
"Jacob?" Bella looks at me concerned and tries to follow my gaze but I re-focus. I pick her up and swing her around, so I am standing over her and her back is lying on the bench.
I quickly pull off my shirt and strip off my pants, so I am standing before her in my briefs. She looks at me and I bend over her, taking her breasts in my hands and massaging them before taking her right nipple in my mouth and nipping down hard. Bella bucks underneath me and I chuckle as my hands stroke her stomach, paying special attention to the ticklish spot just below her belly button. She gasps as her reflex action kicks in and she involuntarily bucks again.
Kissing down from her belly button, I unbutton her fly and gently pull her pants down and off. Taking hold of her ankles in my hands, I plant wet kisses from her ankles up to her thighs. I ghost over the fabric of her panties before repeating my trail of kisses down the other leg.
"Promise me you will never see him again?" She is looking at me with longing as I place my dick over her wet entrance and I slowly push just the head into her and stop.
"Jacob, I-" she stutters as I rest my hands on her nipples and I pinch them, rotating them just a fraction.
"Promise?" I glare at her. This is a deal breaker for me and I want her to know it. I withdraw the head of my cock from her and lean down, blowing over her wet lips.
"Yes, I promise." Her eyes flicker closed as I slowly slide into her. We groan together as I start to pump into her. She lifts her legs up so her knees are hooked over my shoulder. She utters a profanity as I frequently hit her sweet spot, and I lean down and kiss her.
"What do you promise?"
"I will never see Edward again," she swears loudly as she quakes under a fierce orgasm.
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