AN: Thanks for all the reviews, favorites and alerts! You guys are awesome!

I enjoyed writing this chapter. It will have more of Jake, Emmett and Seth in it because I think I have been neglecting them. It will also have Jasper. :D

I also decided to post another story. It will be another Bella/Jasper one. The first chapter is up now. It's called "I Tried so Very Hard Not to Lose it." I named the story after a line in the song, Haven't Met You Yet, by Michael Bublé. It may seem a little depressing in the beginning, but it will pick up. I will be switching off between the two stories for updates.

Summary of new story: Jasper Whitlock makes a bet with his friends regarding the new student Bella Swan. But, what Jasper doesn't know is Bella is trying to get past the tragedy that happened to her back in her hometown. AH

If it is something that you might want to read, and you haven't already, go check it out! The link is on my profile.

Anyway, sorry for the long Author's note. Here's the next chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. Stephanie Meyer does.

"That's it! I won't let you waste away like this. Now get up!" Jake's booming voice bellowed close to my head.

I was lying in the fetal position on my bed pretty much feeling sorry for myself. A week has passed since I caught Paul cheating on me and in that time, I have pretty much been a zombie. I have only been going to the studio to work and then going home to mope some more.

My friends have been taking turns trying to cheer me up, but it's a hopeless case in my opinion. There is nothing that can cheer me up considering the fact that my 3 year relationship is over. It was now a Saturday morning but I had no intentions of getting up. Maybe I can watch some more re-runs of One Tree Hill in my room in the meantime. I can now completely relate to Brooke when Lucas cheats on her with Peyton. Ugh. Boys.

The people at the studio seemed to notice that something is wrong with me as well.

Maybe it's the fact that the makeup artist has to use even more makeup on me to cover up the dark circles under my eyes from lack of sleep. I have also taken to holding ice cubes under my eyes to try and get rid of the bags that have formed (AN: that actually works. When I was pulling all of my all nighters during finals I did that. It's uncomfortable but it works). I have been having trouble sleeping because whenever I close my eyes, I see that Maria chick lying naked under my recent ex-boyfriend.

Or maybe it has to do with my mini breakdown on set when I had to act out this romantic scene with Jasper. We had to take a break for about a half an hour before I was calm enough to continue filming. I think the director, Scott, was a little annoyed at me but he didn't say anything to me about it, to which I was thankful. Even Jasper has been easing off the sarcasm and teasing lately. Wow. I must really be a pathetic case if Jasper is feeling sorry for me. I was brought out of my thoughts by Jake's loud voice.

"Either you get up, or I am going to make you get up," he said threateningly.

He was probably bluffing. I groaned and rolled over on my bed, hiding my tearstained face under my pillow. Maybe he will go away if he thinks I'm sleeping…

"AHH!" I yelled suddenly, as I was pulled off the bed and dumped unceremoniously on the floor.

"What the fuck Jake?" I glared up at him, but he was too busy bent over laughing his ass off.

"I warned you," he chortled.

He looked up at me and his expression suddenly changed. He took stock of my blood shot, puffy eyes and red nose. Not to mention my hair probably looked like a haystack.

"Woah! You look like shit!"

I pulled myself up off the floor and frowned at him. "Thanks for the sensitivity," I said, sarcastically.

He shrugged but otherwise ignored my remark. His joking expression suddenly turned into a serious one.

"Look Bella, I have been watching you beat yourself up this past week over your breakup. I know you're hurt, but you can't let Paul do this to you. I mean, you have practically turned into the swamp thing!" He pretended to shield his eyes from the ghastly sight that was my face. Then in a softer tone, "he's not worth it Bells." He wiped the tears from my eyes and gave me a smile. "Now go get dressed. I'm taking you somewhere today, just the two of us like old times. It's time to cause some havoc."

I looked at him questioningly. "Where are we going?"

He grinned. "It's a surprise. Now go get ready! We're leaving in an hour." He shooed me out of my room and in the direction of the bathroom.

"Are you sure this is safe?" I asked while eyeing the cord nervously.

Jake boomed a laugh. "Where's the Bella Swan that jumped off cliffs without a second thought?"

I rolled my eyes at him. "This is a bit different than that. Besides, if you haven't forgotten, I almost drowned that time." He shrugged, unfazed by my comment.

"Yeah, but this time we have some highly trained and skilled people with us." I stared at him unconvinced.

"You worry too much! Would I ever have you do something if I thought it would harm you?" I snorted in a very unladylike way.

"What about the time you took me paintballing and I got hit in the kneecap? I couldn't walk without a limp for a week."

"Well-"

"Or, do you remember the time I broke my wrist when you took me rock climbing?"

"Yeah but-"

"And what about that time I ended up in the hospital with a concussion after I fell off my surf board and it hit me in the head when you tried to teach me how to surf during high tide?"

"Okay! I understand there were some…err…bad endings to some of the stunts that we've done in the past, but this is different! Trust me. It's just what you need to forget about what's his name."

I looked over the side of the bridge nervously. Jake's brilliant plan to help me forget about him was to take me bungee jumping. I guess it was working, considering how much I was worrying that the cord would break at some point during the jump. It seemed that this was actually taking my mind off of the whole betrayal thing. I guess I could give this a chance…

I sighed and nodded to Jake. A wide smile broke out across his face which made me smile in return.

"There's the Bella I know!" He wrapped one of his huge arms around my shoulders and ruffled my hair playfully, causing me to laugh.

"Alright, but if I die I'm haunting your ass!" I said threateningly. He rolled his eyes at me but laughed.

"Fair enough," he chuckled.

I swallowed nervously as a guy, I think his name was Steven, stepped up and fastened the harness around me and secured the cord around my legs. I had just witnessed Jake doing this. He thought that it would ease my mind if I saw him jump first, but now I was completely petrified. The way he fell and then got yanked back up by the cord and was dangling there and all made me want to run as far away as I could. I somehow managed to stop myself from bolting though.

I closed my eyes and stepped up to the edge of the bridge. I made the mistake of letting my curiosity get the better of me and looked down. Oh God! That must be at least a 100 meter drop! I think I'm going to be sick… I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins as I anticipated the jump. Without giving myself the opportunity to back down, I took a deep breath and flung myself off the bridge.

I could feel the air rushing toward me as I plummeted. My stomach just about leaped into my throat but I didn't care about that. I let out a scream, but what shocked me was that it wasn't a scream of fear. It was a scream of exhilaration. I could feel my heart becoming erratic as the excitement of the jump took over.

Jake was right. This was indescribable. The word "fun" would be a serious understatement. I was also stunned at the way it made me feel. I hadn't thought about Paul at all during the time I was anticipating the jump and I sure as hell wasn't thinking about him now as I hung upside down. I felt a smile spread across my face as I hung there. I heard Jake cheering off in the distance somewhere. I waited as a guy in a boat zoomed over and unfastened the cord, allowing me to get down.

I couldn't believe how incredible that was. That's why Jake is my best friend. He knows just what to do to make me feel better. He wasn't the type of guy to sit there and talk me through my post-breakup phase. He was more of a "going out and having fun to forget about your troubles" kind of guy. Whenever we would hang out, we would do the craziest things. That was just how our relationship was. He always made me feel carefree when we hung out.

Leah and he would be great together as a couple. They both have a way about themselves that just makes you happy when around them.

Once I was back on land, I ran over to Jake and gave him a big hug.

"Thanks Jake! I guess I did need to do this after all."

He laughed and ruffled my hair. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. Are you ready to go back home? I have a date with Leah later tonight and I need to get ready." I couldn't help but laugh at the shy way he said the last part. I nodded and we set off for home.

After Jake dropped me back off at my house, he left to get ready for his date. I decided to get some work done, so I began going over my lines for the next episode we were filming. I stopped when I heard someone knock.

When I answered the door I saw Seth standing there. "Hey Bells, mind if I come in?"

Seth is pretty much the only one out of my friends who doesn't just walk in. I gave them each a spare key, but I guess Seth finds it more polite to just knock first. I gave him a smile and motioned him inside.

"You know you don't have to knock Seth." He shrugged and smiled back.

"It looks like you're feeling better," he said, glancing at me.

"I am. Jake was here earlier and took me bungee jumping."

Seth visibly shuddered. "I don't know how you guys do stuff like that," he said while shaking his head in awe.

"Anyway, I just dropped by to see how you were doing." We both sat facing each other on the couch.

"Look, I know you probably don't want to talk about what happened but I just wanted you to know that I'm here for you if you ever need to talk or if you just need someone to hang with."

Seth was a sweetheart. He was probably the quietest in our little group, but you knew you could count on him to always have your back.

"Thanks Seth. I really appreciate that." I gave his hand a squeeze and smiled at him.

"I know I was kind of dead to the world for the past few days, but it means a lot to me that you all were there for me, even if I wasn't the best company during that time."

He opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by the phone ringing. I gave him an apologetic look before going to answer it.

"Hey Bella," the voice on the phone said.

"Emmett?" I questioned.

"Yeah, hey listen, I need your help." Oh no. This doesn't sound good.

"With what?" I asked slowly.

"I'm in jail," he said triumphantly, as if it was some major accomplishment.

"What?" I screeched.

"I said I'm in jail," he replied back calmly.

"I heard what you said dipshit! But, would you mind telling me why you are there in the first place? If this has to do with you hanging your ass out of the car's window and mooning passing cop cars and singing Kumbaya when they pulled you over again, I swear to God-" I was cut off by his booming laughter.

"Hey, Jake dared me to do it…" he said, as if that justified his actions. "But, this is for a different reason. I think I learned my lesson after I was tasered last time." I could almost picture him wincing on his end of the phone line.

"Anyway, I need to get to the point before they tell me my times up. So anyway, apparently it's illegal to break into a guy's apartment and pummel him to a pulp even if it was highly justified."

I opened my mouth but no sound came out. I think this is what it feels like to be in shock…

"You beat some guy up?" I asked incredulously. I couldn't seem to grasp this. Emmett was never one for violence. He's like a big teddy bear.

"Not just any guy. That fucking douchebag you call Paul. No one messes with my little sister," he growled, all signs of lightheartedness gone. It was a little weird to hear Emmett sound so angry. I guess his protective older brother instincts were kicking in. Even though we aren't really related, he treats me like the little sister he never had. It took me a moment for his words to sink in.

"Did he call the cops on you?" I asked, still in shock.

"Nope. His neighbors apparently heard "some girl screaming and crying." One guess who that was." The image that Emmett provided entered my mind and before I knew it I was bent over laughing my ass off. God I love my friends. I could always count on them to be there for me. A few days ago I may have broke down after hearing about Paul, so I was surprised that I was able to laugh about this.

Once I was calm enough, I wiped the tears of laughter out of my eyes and refocused on the conversation I was having with Emmett. I could hear him laughing triumphantly on the other end.

"I'll be there soon to get you," I told him and then hung up.

"Hey Seth, I need to go bail Emmett out of jail. You want to come?" I asked as I grabbed my car keys.

Seth sighed and nodded as if he had expected something like this to happen. He stood up and we left to go retrieve Emmett.

After my friends' intervention of sorts and dishing out a couple thousand dollars for Emmett's bail, the week went by with me repeatedly treating the crab infestation issue. Every time I would catch sight of some sort of movement, I would freak out and jump around wringing my hands as if I was performing some rendition of the potty dance. It thoroughly grossed me out, thinking of little bug like creatures having a party in my vagina. EW!

I also am happy to say that I haven't received any more of those twisted notes recently. I guess Jasper finally gave up. No matter how much I didn't want to admit it, it was starting to freak me out a bit.

I was now at the studio after having just filmed for the day, so I headed back to my dressing room with a smile. Ever since my friends intervened in my self-depreciation stage, I have been a lot happier. I mean, of course it still hurts to think about him, but I know that at least I am beginning to heal.

I felt completely lighthearted as I opened the door to my dressing room. However, the smile dropped off my face as soon as I stepped into my room. I guess I spoke too soon in regards of the notes, seeing as how another one was sitting there on the table with a rose.

I rolled my eyes. Not this again! I thought Jasper would be done with his stupid prank by now! I stormed over to the table and yanked the note off to see what it said:

Roses are red

You deserve to be worshipped every day.

The way Paul treated you angers me,

I'll make sure that he will pay.

I stared at the note with my mouth gaping open. That was just low of Jasper to bring Paul up in this feeble prank. I vaguely wondered how he knew about what happened with Paul considering I only talked to my close friends about it to avoid this ending up as a story in the tabloids. But, I shrugged it off as my anger got the better of me. I stormed out of my room to go looking for that annoying creature with noodles for brains.

I waltzed right up to said creature and shoved the rose in his face. "Will you stop with the pathetic roses?"

He raised his eyebrows. "I don't know what you're talking about," he stated acting all innocent.

"What the fuck do you mean you don't know what I'm talking about? You have been sneaking these goddamned roses into my room and I want it to stop!"

"You know, I think I like you better drunk." He smirked at me which only served to irritate me further.

"Besides, I haven't been "sneaking" into your room," he replied using air quotes around the word sneaking, "although I wish I had been the one to think it up considering how much it seems to be pissing you off. Kudos to whomever it is though." He smirked.

"Besides why the hell would I be wastin' my time buying you roses?" Jasper quirked an eyebrow at me.

"So you weren't the one leaving roses and little notes in my dressing room?" I questioned disbelievingly.

He just stared at me. I huffed and turned to leave, when he grabbed my wrist. I turned around and looked at him questioningly. I was taken aback by the expression on his face. He almost looked worried. Nah, it was probably just my imagination.

"Notes?" I nodded.

"What did they say?" He inquired.

I shook my head and gave a short laugh, although truthfully I was now a little disturbed. I didn't want to tell him how bothered I was knowing he wasn't behind the notes. I couldn't think of anyone else who could possibly know about the Paul fiasco. I know my friends wouldn't joke about something like this… I realized that I hadn't answered Jasper's question yet and he was staring at me with an odd look.

"They are like the ones in the show. I thought you were trying to spook me or something."

His expression didn't change but there was some emotion in his eyes that I couldn't decipher.

"Can I see them?"

"They're nothing. It's probably just some overly zealous fan. They aren't the first weird fan letters I've received." I felt like I was trying to convince myself as I said this.

"But you said they were left in your dressing room?"

I shrugged and quirked an eyebrow. "What's with the twenty questions?"

He hesitated and looked away briefly before looking back down at me. I was caught off guard with the sudden intense emotions swimming in his eyes. I found that I couldn't look away from them for the life of me. It was like they were sucking me into some sort of vortex or something.

"Just be careful, okay?" I nodded dumbly, considering the fact that speech was not a possibility for me at the moment. I turned around and walked away from him in a daze. What just happened?

AN: Yup. A lot of you guessed right. It wasn't Jasper leaving the notes in her room, so who is it? Dun dun dun…(sorry, couldn't resist lol).

Things are going to start picking up soon!

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Katie