A/N: Please be forewarned that this outtake will contain spoilers for the story if you have not read it yet.

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Stephenie Meyer, the creator of Twilight.


Note: Takes place during Jake and Bella's confrontation in the kitchen in the "Different" chapter. JPOV


Everyone had gone upstairs to sleep hours ago. Jake had opted to stay downstairs and continue his race to emotional paralysis instead. Each sip was the distant promise of the abscence of the image of Bella Cullen from his head. At least for tonight. So he decided to continue in his quest. If another sip was all it took, then he would do it.

It was amazing actually. He was trying to forget her, his broken heart was devastated by the destruction she had caused, numb, afraid to vibrate in the beginning of a beat yet he was harder than a fucking rock for her.

He hated the effect she had on him. He really did. And the more he drank, the harder he was and the harder it became to try to forget her.

And then, as if by some divine providence, she came to him. He smirked. Divine Providence.

Of course, she hadn't known he was there. He saw her sneak in and tiptoe to the fridge. He could see her wild hair and blotchy face in the light supplied by the appliance. So she had been crying. Was it because of him he wondered or was it because her precious fucking husband had been away from her most of the night? He snorted quietly and shook his head. Probably the latter. Knowing her.

And then he got angry and he couldn't resist. "Feeling better?"

He had scared her. Good. Fuck her. He was surprised she didn't scream for her albino husband to come and save her from the big bad man she had fucked around with the last month and a half.

Bella looked down and made her way over to him. He wanted nothing more than to grab her, force her over the counter, rip those fucking pants down and fuck the shit out of her. He may be hurt. He may be heartbroken. But his dick sure wasn't. His dick was not giving up its addiction to her body anytime soon. It wanted to be inside her. And it sure as hell twitched in its need when she came near. The need became so much that it only served to piss him off more. Why did this goddamn woman have so much power over him? And why is it that the women who did, seemed to not want him? Why was he stuck on them when they clearly weren't stuck on him at all? Why?

And then she spoke. "Hey."

He could hear it in her voice. She practically croaked it at him. He couldn't help but smirk at her. "Hey."

She just stared at him. "So...um...what are you...doing up?"

Was she fucking serious? "Last time I checked, this was my house. What are you doing up?"

He saw her wince and glance down again, nervously moving some hair behind her ear. He felt himself get angrier. She had torn his heart from his body and threw it into the blender right in front of him and she was acting all shy and hurt herself? Was she fucking kidding him?

"Sorry...I just...I um...I didn't mean..."

He really didn't have time for this. If this was how she was going to act, she might as well just go back upstairs and leave him to his new love affair with IPA. "Yeah, whatever, Bella." He couldn't even look at her, he was so pissed.

"Sorry...I'll just..."

He turned to see her beginning to walk away. And no matter how much a minute ago he may have wanted her to leave, he couldn't bear to let her walk away from him. Not now. "You thought it was me and her up there."

She stopped. He hit the nail on the head. That's why she was up. Unfuckingbelievable! Did she really think so little of him that she believed he would jump the one woman whose existence he couldn't stand? Just to get even with her? Just to rub it in her face? Just to cause her the same pain she had inflicted upon him earlier when he was forced to witness the delighted and somewhat smug expression her bastard of a husband wore after saying how tired Bella must be? No, Jake was an asshole but not that much of an asshole. And as if he would fucking touch her. Yeah, right.

Before Jake knew what he was doing, his body led him over to Bella so he could stand right behind her and lean into her. His dick was definitely leading the procession right now. He placed his mouth at her ear, his eyes closing as he took in her sweet scent. Just the smell of her strawberry-scented shampoo made his dick throb painfully. "Didn't you?"

That pissed her off and he knew it would. She jerked around to face him and he couldn't help but feel a little satisfied. The way he fucking felt, how frustrated he was, he was glad he could throw some of it her way. She didn't answer his question and so he decided to push. He wanted to piss her off more. "Well?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

He laughed. "Yeah, you do." Was she really trying to convince him otherwise? Didn't she know how well he could read her? Didn't she know he could see the jealousy consume her when he so much as looked at his wife? For all she had yelled at him for his behavior earlier with that fucking prick, Jake knew that Bella was just as jealous. But he had never held it against her. Not the way she had him.

Just the thought made him miss her more. He wanted to hold her, touch her, kiss her. He lifted his hand to her cheek and began to stroke it gently. "Reminds you of old times, huh?"

With his eyes he was begging her to kiss him. He saw her try to move away. "Jake..." So he leaned in before he lost his chance. He just needed to feel her lips on his...just once.

But before he could seal the deal, Bella moved back, leaving him to struggle for balance. "Jake!"

That pissed him off! What, now she didn't even want to fucking kiss him? He had been good enough to fuck all this time, to kiss, to touch, to use...but when he finally told her he cared about her, making their relationship more meaningful, now all of a sudden he was a fucking leper?

He brought his hands to his face, sighing angrily, and then laughing. She was driving him fucking insane! He turned and glared at her. "I should've fucking known."

He saw her look down again and cross her arms. Yeah, of course she felt guilty, because she knew she had indeed used him. And not only that but lied to him about it.

"I should've fucking known the first time I saw you. I should've known you'd fuck with me this way."

And then he saw her lift her head and look at him as if she were confused. Yeah right. "I didn't fuck with you, Jake."

He snorted at that one. "Bullshit."

"I didn't!"

He winced at her increase in volume. Shit, if she was going to start yelling, he'd go back to his beer. Fuck that. "Keep it down. I wouldn't want to wake up your precious husband." But in truth, he did. And he wanted to tell the prick that he'd been fucking his wife for the last six weeks. That she belonged with him and only him. That he could go fuck himself. And if Bella didn't want him, then she could go fuck herself, too. He was an attractive guy. He'd never had trouble finding willing women before. Why should he suffer now? Why, because this one woman wouldn't give him what he wanted? Fuck that.

And then he heard it. "I'm sorry, Jake."

He was beyond pissed now. He laughed and turned back to her, seeing her eyes were closed. Yeah, don't want to see the damage you've done, do you, Bells? Of course. He turned back to the counter, unwilling to look at her anymore. "Yeah, whatever. I'm tired of hearing you say that, Bella."

When he didn't get a response, he turned back to face her. "I really fucking am."

He could see that she was sad and was looking to him, begging for his understanding, for his acceptance of her heartfelt apology. But he was too pissed and he was too hurt. So instead, he decided to go for the knees. "You're not sorry. Why would you be? We both got what we needed, right? So why be sorry?" He saw her flinch and he smirked in satisfaction. Good. Let her think she's just a meaningless fuck. That's all I am to her.

Jake then realized his bottle was empty so he grabbed another one out of the fridge. Where would I be without you, IPA? He snorted at the thought as he took another sip.

He glanced over at her and noticed she was looking down again, not saying anything. God, she was pissing him off.

"I mean, that's what it was, right Bells? A good fuck that both of us needed. Right?" He knew it was a lie as soon as it made its way out of his mouth. But he couldn't let her see just how badly he needed her. Not right now. Not ever. She didn't want him so let her think that it was just casual on his part. Why not?

He saw her flinch again. Gee, for someone who wanted it just to be sex, she sure doesn't like it when I call it what it is. He snorted again sarcastically.

"Jacob, I..."

He lost his temper at that one. No fucking way was she going to stand here and keep going with the fucking 'I'm sorry's'. No. fucking. way! "I swear to God, Bella, if you say you're sorry one more fucking time..."

He saw her eyes go wide. He hadn't realized he had moved so close to her. As pissed as he was at her, he hadn't meant to scare her. Shit. He meant to apologize, to back off but for some reason he couldn't make himself do either.

"I wasn't going to..."

"Good." He knew he should move away but he couldn't. Now that he was close to her again, he didn't want to be any farther from her. He didn't know what to do so he took a pull of his beer, looking in the direction of the living room.

He could still hear Em and Rose going at it. Jesus, talk about fucking inconsiderate. God, what he wouldn't give to have Bella moaning like that under him, on top of him, in front of him, next to him - whatever. If she would just fucking get it through her thick fucking head that he loved her, they could...

He pushed that thought out of his head and took a deep breath. Why couldn't she just fucking see it? She had him. Heart, body, hell even fucking soul. He couldn't breathe without her practically. Why couldn't she feel the same for him? Why?

Jake heard another moan and he felt his dick twitch yet again when he realized just how close he was still standing to Bella during his little reverie. He also realized she hadn't spoken yet and was looking towards the living room like he was. She had heard them, too. Who wouldn't?

He couldn't resist one last little push. "Man, they're loud." He turned to look at her after taking another swig. "Pretty inconsiderate for other people in this house who aren't getting any, if you ask me." He stared at her meaningfully while taking another sip of his beer. He was so damn hard it hurt. He wanted to be inside of her so fucking badly.

Jake saw her roll her eyes. "Goodnight, Jake."

Whoa. Not the reaction he had been expecting. What the fuck?

Bella started to walk out of the kitchen and before he knew what he was doing, he grabbed her and pulled her back to him. She was struggling to get free and he tightened his arms around her, locking her against him.

"Let me go, Jake."

He couldn't help but laugh. "You weren't trying to get away from me so badly this morning." All her movements against him were getting him there without even trying. He could feel the familiar tightening.

He heard her grunting in her efforts. Oh God... "That was then. This is now. Let me go." If she moved even a little more... He moved in to kiss her and she turned away from him.

Normally this would have angered him, but right now, his focus was on other things. He kissed her ear instead and nibbled on the lobe. "No." No fucking way was he letting her go right now.

He was about to grab her ass and start grinding it hard into his dick, just so he could get some form of release even if she wouldn't give him what he wanted, when he heard her hiss at him, "Jake, fucking let me go. We already went over this. It's over."

Oh, she thought this was over, did she? Far fucking from it. He breathed into her ear, "Funny, I seem to remember telling you that it's not over until I say it's over. And Bella?"

He noticed she had turned around to glare at him. Her face was all flushed and her hair was in disarray. Fuck, she was so fucking hot when she was pissed. "What?"

Just the anger he saw there was enough to make him explode in his pants in anticipation. His dick wanted to release badly but he forced it to hold out a little longer by taking some deep breaths and focusing on what was to come. This angry hate sex was gonna be fucking incredible. He hoped she even threw in some slaps for good measure.

No, he would hold out. He wouldn't explode right now. Nope. He wanted to be buried fucking deep inside her when he did, giving her what she wanted all this time. Then she would truly have all of him and she would know. She would know that he loved her, would do anything for her, even risk getting her pregnant. Then, she would know...

He stared down at her, his dick throbbing painfully with each breath she took against him. He could just hear it screaming at him, "Come on, already!"

"It's not over."

He forced his mouth to hers. He could feel her struggling again, getting him close again. Fuck. No fucking way. He needed to be inside her. Right. Fucking. Now.

He picked her up, making sure he kept his lips fastened to hers lest she tried to scream or yell for her fucking piece of shit husband. He was pretty sure she wouldn't, though. Because she knew Jake would tell him and anyone else who would listen everything at this point. He had nothing to lose now. Except her. And that wasn't going to happen.

It was a good thing he did keep himself glued to her because she was fighting him nonstop. He didn't even remember making the decision, but he dragged her down to Ness' office. He opened the door as quickly as he could and moved them in there, keeping a tight hold on her, shutting the door and moving her towards the desk he was intent to have her on.

This was far from fucking over.