Outtake Number 2: Jacob and Lauren…Suggested by Katherine Rosalie Hale – this one's for you and your jackass Jacob!

JACOB'S POV

"Come on, baby, don't be like that," I begged as she placed the engagement ring in my hands.

"I can't believe you would give me her ring," she sneered, turning her back on me as her blonde hair hung over her shaking shoulders. Dear god, she was crying. How could I have been so stupid?

"Lauren, sweetheart, I'll do anything. Please, don't cry. Please?" I entreated. I placed my hand on her shoulder, about to turn her to face me, but she shrugged it off.

"Don't touch me," she hissed.

"Baby, it's just a ring," I tried to reason.

"I thought you loved me…"

"I do love you."

"If you loved me, you wouldn't have given me someone else's ring."

"Lauren, money's tight for us. I just wanted this ring on your finger to claim you as mine. I already had a really nice wedding band for you and figured that it would buy me time to save up for the matching engagement ring too," I explained…it was sort of true.

"Do you know how embarrassed I was?" she spat at me. "That little bitch humiliated me in my work place."

Stupid little Itty Bitty Barista…

I sighed. I'd had such a long day at work today and wasn't in the mood to deal with this shit. "Sweetheart, I'm sorry I embarrassed you. We'll go to the jeweler's soon and have your rings sized and everything, I promise."

"Jacob Black, do you really think that buying me my own ring will simply make this go away?"

"Rings," I corrected. She glared. I shook my head. "We love each other. Do you really need a ring to prove that?"

She grinned at me. "I love you, Jakey," she cooed sweetly.

That was too easy, I thought with a smile as she dragged me to our bedroom just three feet from our rat infested kitchen.

Lauren and Jacob's Wedding Day…

Something wasn't right. And yet, no matter how many times I said this to Billy, he continued to reassure me that everything was just fine and that I purely had cold feet.

"Yeah, cold feet," I agreed without conviction, laughing nervously.

I stared at myself in the mirror of the men's room in the ancient church. The peeling wallpaper was disgusting me and the mirror was cracked, giving me about a million eyes.

"Are you sure everything's set?" I asked.

Billy growled. "Yes, Jacob, everything is set for your wedding."

I sighed, wiping my hands down my tux jacket before growling myself. Dammit. I rubbed gray dust all over the front of it.

"I need tape," I muttered, looking around. There was tape all over the room holding everything together. I searched for a roll anywhere. "Dammit. Where's a fucking roll of tape when you need it?"

"Calm down, Jacob," my father ordered, wheeling forward to smack me hard across the face when I leaned nearer him.

"Ow," I whined feebly.

"Man up," he responded before leaving the room. He was still sore about me leaving Bella. Although, he claimed he was entirely thrilled that she found Edward. Fuckward…

Twenty minutes later, I was standing up at the front of the crumbling church from the 1400s (or at least it seemed like it was from that century), watching as my beautiful bride walked down the aisle toward me in the white dress we'd gotten at the rummage sale three weeks ago. She was gorgeous, though the dress looked a little big. But hey, it was only thirty bucks. Can't beat that sort of bargain.

The wedding was small. Me, her, Billy, Mr. and Mrs. Mallory, Lauren's brothers and sisters, Seth, Annie, my work associates (did they really have to come in their work overalls still covered in grease?) and Lauren's friends. Jessica was standing there, waiting for Lauren to meet me and to take the flowers. Some homeless guy I picked up off the street and put in a tux (jeez, his teeth were yellow!) at the last second when my best man, Jason, threw a fit and decided he wouldn't be in the wedding standing at my side.

"Pweeeeeeettyyyyyy," he sang drunkenly. Oops, maybe I should have asked someone, oh, I don't know…sober?

Mr. Mallory gave me Laurens hand when they were finally near enough, scowling at me. What did I do?

"You look sexy," I whispered. She rolled her eyes and plastered on her fake little smile, tossing her bouquet at Jessica and standing in front of me. "Ready?"

"Chyea," she responded unenthusiastically.

"Dearly beloved…" the reverend began. He droned on for a little while. "…If anyone believes these two should not be married, please speak now or forever hold your peace."

I smirked. Like anyone would—

"Stop!" a man shouted as the church doors flew open. I heard one of the hinges snap and grimaced.

"Aro!" Lauren exclaimed happily, ripping her hand out of mine.

"Lauren, you can't marry him. Please, I love you. I can't lose you, not now!" he begged, falling down on his knees and clasping his hands together. He was in a highly expensive suit with some costly looking rings and jewelry on. His hair was done back in the way the rich men on TV wore it and I saw a sweet Lamborghini parked out front of the church. Jeez, this guy was loaded.

"Aro, baby, I…" she trailed off, walking away from me and heading down the aisle. "You…you love me?"

"Of course, I do. I've loved you since the moment I met you. Your kind heart, your smart mind, your loving nature." He's talking about Lauren? "I loved you physically and I will always love you emotionally. Please come with me. Marry me."

My eyes popped wide open. "You're fucking kidding me!" I shouted, but no one acknowledged it as they all watched Lauren approach this…Aro…

"Yes," she whispered.

"No. Way."

And the two of them walked off into their own fucking sunset, riding on Aro's trusty white stallion…I mean Lamborghini… God, I hope she's not riding Aro's white stallion. Ew.

I sat on the front of the church's steps, looking out across the street and wondering what the hell just happened. I toyed with Lauren's rings in my hand, watching as happy couples strolled along the sidewalk, taunting me. Damn.

Just then, two people stopped in front of me.

"Jacob?" a voice asked. I looked up at my beautiful Bella.

"Hey, baby," I replied in a solemn voice.

She frowned. I thought she was about to be compassionate, but no. "Don't call me baby."

I sighed and watched as her hand came up to her cheek and something sparkled, catching the sun. My mouth dropped wide open. She was fucking engaged.

I turned to look to the second person and there, in all his glory, stood Fuckward, grinning smugly at me. Prick.

"Nice rock," I commented offhandedly.

"I see you've got one of your own," she shot at me, pointing at the ring in my hand.

Touché. "Yeah I…"

"Got dumped," she finished for me.

"Yeah."

"Sucks to be you," she replied. "Believe me, I know."

I sighed. Karma's a bitch.

So, first thing's first, that was just too much fun to write.

Second, go to my profile and click on "homepage" or just go to www(dot)freewebs(dot)com/myfanfictionpics to see any pictures from this story.

third, I MADE A PICTURE THAT LOOKS LIKE HOW I IMAGINED BELLA'S BOOK SO YOU GOTS TO LOOK AT IT!!

fourth, I'm sorry to all you Jacob lovers out there for this outtake, but I reread Eclipse the other day and was just like, no, Jacob, you're a real bitch becuase all you keep doing is hurting Bella and Edward. Stop.

fifth, I have eighteen hundred projects due this month, so I'm not really working thoroughly on a new story, but have decided on the topic/plot and everything and have finished the first three chapters. Of course, I won't begin posting until I'm a little ways in, so bear with me please.

Sixth, please review!

seventh, I'm turning fifteen in 10 days, 1 hour, and 9 minutes. He he he, yeah I'm that precise.

eighth, I've officially learned Bella's Lullaby and my mom (who also happens to be my piano teacher) has decided that it will be my recital piece. How cool is dat?

ninth, Keep giving me ideas for outtakes!

Tenth, the next outtake I post will (probably) be the wedding and I already have that entirely planned out so :P

LOVE YOU ALL. For always yours, Jordi Brooke