Chapter Two: What the hell?
JACOB'S POV
"God damn it." I muttered.
Why the hell did I say that to Bella? Bella of all people. She didn't deserve that, if anyone deserved to hear that, it was me. If I truly thought that my suffering was because of Bella, it wasn't and I knew it. Bella wasn't the one that had asked me to fall in love with her, it just happened.
I mean how could I not fall for her, Edward was gone and had no sign of ever coming back… But he did come back, and way too soon. So now instead of having Bella all to myself, I was stuck in a relentless love triangle with Edward trying to wrestle Bella away from him. Unfortunately for me, he was winning and there was nothing that I could do about it. I had tried everything that I could think of to get her back, but it was useless; he still had her, even when he was gone he had her. But a part of me knew that Bella wanted me too… I could feel it when she looked at me, when she spoke to me, even the way she always said, " My Jacob."
It was almost as if she was trying to please both of us by trying to basically love both of us, even though all three of us knew that she was really head-over-heels for Edward. I knew that by being around Bella, I was hurting her and always would be the longer I was near her. But at the same time it was hurting me to even see her nearly every day. The more I saw her the more I wished that I could be more for her. Some days I simply wished that I could be Edward, and no one else. He had everything that I wanted, everything that I needed and everything that I wanted to be my future because, for me, Bella was all that. So I decided that I just had to stop, I just had to leave.
I couldn't take it any longer; this wanting for her that could never be fulfilled was eating away at me. That night I knew that Bella was coming over to see me, so it would have to stop then. Oh damn it all to hell, I thought while I waited for Bella to arrive. How was I supposed to say, "Well Bells, I just can't take this sharing-thing anymore. Go off and have a goddamn happy life with your bloodsucker husband and stay the hell away from me." How the hell was a guy supposed to say that to the girl he was in love with?
Or at least that was what I was gonna say until the phone rang. When I picked up the phone I immediately heard Edward's moronic voice say, "It's over Jake, I won."
"Jesus Christ Edward! You think I hadn't figured that out?!" I practically screamed into the receiver wanting him to go deaf, if bloodsuckers good go deaf.
"She's agreed to marry me Jake." The tone of Edward's voice was an unrealistic calm.
"What the Hell?" I said starting to shake violently while I felt the rush of heat up my spine; if I didn't calm down, I would turn into my wolf form in seconds.
For a second Edward said nothing, the other side of the phone was silent until he said, "I'm sorry that you had to find out like this."
I slammed the phone down. I didn't need to hear anymore from him.