A.N. Hi again! I'm back with chapter twenty! Yay! Chapter twenty! :D Ok, anyways, please review, as usual, and I really appreciate those of you who have reviewed. You guys are amazing! Now on with the story, enjoy my lovely readers!

I was surprised at how busy this little place was, and it wasn't even the weekend yet. Almost every booth in the place was filled to the brim, except one where a breathtakingly beautiful woman sat.

As I saw Bella I became immediately jealous. She was flawless! It was nearly heartbreaking to look at her perfection. I mean, how can someone as ordinary as me compare to something like that? I decided in that moment that Bella Swan was indeed my enemy. If not for Jacob, for other personal things. I would always try to outdo her and there was nothing I nor anyone else could do about it. It was a simple fact of life.

At that moment she looked up and saw us, her face breaking out into a breathtaking smile.

"Jacob! You came!" She said happily, nearly jumping out of her seat as we approached.

"Ya," he shrugged, sliding into the booth opposite her, pulling me in after him.

"I'm so glad you came, I've really missed you Jake," she said, her face absolutely radiating happiness. Jake just nodded as I tried not to scowl at her. Great, she was already starting to piss me off.

"Drina's here too, you know," Jake said coldly, placing a warm hand on my knee.

"Yes, it's good to see you too, Drina, we didn't properly meet yet. I'm Bella Cullen, Edwards wife," she smiled.

I felt Jacob stiffen beside me and I gently rubbed my hand along his thigh, relaxing him slightly.

"It's nice to meet you Bella, I'm Drina Cobin, Jacob's imprint," I said, adding in that last part for her benefit. It seemed to work exactly how intended because the smile was wiped clean off her face.

"Yes, it's nice to meet you," she said mechanically, folding her hands in front of her.

We then lapsed into a tense silence.

"So how old are you, Bella?" I asked politely, taking the initiative since I knew I was the one on top…for now.

"Nineteen, you?" She asked absently, looking at her clasped hands.

"Seventeen," I responded, internally cursing at the fact that she was above me in age, this fact seemed to register with her and her confidence grew.

"Really? Well, you're the perfect age for Jacob, he should be seventeen considering the fact that he doesn't age," she said pleasantly, I gritted my teeth.

"Yes, we do seem to be a good match, don't we," I said stiffly.

"Mmhm."

"Are you ready to order?" Asked a waitress, breaking the tense atmosphere.

"Um, yes, I'll have the spaghetti please," I told her, remembering that being on the menu from my last visit.

"And for you?" She asked Bella.

"Nothing thank you," she said politely, and the waitress turned to Jake.

"Um, I'll have the spaghetti also, and a side of fries," he said. She nodded then informed us that it should be ready in a few minutes.

"Well, you seem to eat as much as ever Jake," said Bella with a fond smile, I scowled.

"Ya," was Jake's simple reply.

I could feel the atmosphere go tense. I needed to bail Jake out somehow.

"So, what is it like, living with…you know," I said, my voice quieting as I said the last part.

She looked at me, her expression shocked.

"It's fine…. What's it like staying with Jacob and his friends?" She mimicked.

"It's amazing, I really fit in there, it's like we're one big family. Emily and Abby are so sweet too, I think you've met them before so you could agree." She nodded stiffly.

"Yes, they are very nice people. So Jake, um… how have you been…feeling?" She asked cautiously. My anger rose suddenly and I slammed my fist on the table, startling both of them and a few bystanders.

"You go and break his heart and all you have to say is 'how are you feeling?' You must have no heart at all! Don't you think what you owe him is an apology!" I raged. I then felt a soft hand on my shoulder and turned to look up at Jake, my nostrils flaring.

However, the look in his eyes nearly broke my heart, and I softened immediately.

It was full of an ancient pain, and he looked older than ever. I reached out and touched his face, hoping that look of pain would fade, and it did slightly.

"It's ok, Drina, I can handle this," he told me, pressing his warm cheek into my palm.

"I'm sor-" I began, but he pressed a finger to my lips.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. You're trying to help me, and I do appreciate it, but I think this is something I have to deal with on my own," he said, I nodded. He smiled softly and leaned in to kiss the tip of my nose, then my lips.

"Ok, I'll mind my own business. I have to go to the bathroom anyways, so play nice children," I told them, then got up and went to the small restroom without a backwards glance at Bella.

Once in the bathroom I did my business and took a long time making sure my hands were clean, then fixed my hair and make-up. After all this was done I had no other ideas as to what to do, and the suspense of what was happening out there drew me out of the small bathroom.

I wasn't really looking at them as I approached, but pretended to rummage around in my purse, but when I looked up I got the shock of my life.

There in front of me was Bella leaned all the way over the table with her lips pressed firmly to Jacob's.

"W-what the hell?" I gasped, my voice so distraught it was barely audible. I didn't need to see this.

"D-Drina!" Jacob gasped, pushing Bella forcefully away. Why hadn't he done it sooner? Did he like it? Was he shocked? Or mesmerized?

"It's not what you think!" He cried.

"Don't say anything, please, just don't say anything," I begged, then hurried out of the restaurant. I knew my reaction might have been too much and he probably could have explained it, but I didn't want an explanation right now. I wanted out. I couldn't take it. I wanted to rip Bella limb from limb. I didn't care if she was a vampire or a stone statue, I'd find a way.

So I walked brusquely along the street back into LaPush. I headed straight to First Beach, the only place I knew where I could clear my head. The Ocean had always calmed me. It's like the waves and the wind just washed all my cares away. They also cleared my head so I could think clearly, and I definitely wasn't thinking clearly. The image of that little wench kissing my Jacob was still painted in front of my eyes in a red haze of anger. I was going to kill her!

Damn, I was angry, I was really angry. I hated when people got to me, but I couldn't help it this time.

I sighed and sank down onto a white washed piece of driftwood, closing my eyes and letting the cool salty air blow in my face, letting it clear my head like it always did.

I needed to think rationally. I should definitely listen to Jacob's side of the story, because I had a feeling he took no part in that exchange… or at least I hoped he didn't. No! Stop thinking like that! Jake loves me! I mean, think of this morning.

I did, and I blushed at the memory. I had been ready to just forget about Bella, and now I wish I would have, but my stubbornness shone through as always and we had to go.

Just as I finished with this train of thought I heard a soft footfall on the sand behind me.

I turned to see a pair of legs clad in expensive looking black pants with shiny black shoes. I tilted my head up to see his face, and gasped.

It was a face from my childhood. The face of my father's murderer.

Jake's P.O.V.

I stared desperately after Drina as I watched her march out the door and across the street. I knew she needed time to be alone, so I sank back into my seat, the urge to run after her almost overpowering my better judgment.

Then I remembered the reason I got into this mess and looked across the table, my face murderous.

"Why the hell did you do that? You're married for god sake! You left me! Why do you have to turn the only thing important in my life against me?" I cried, shaking with rage. I tried to calm myself. I didn't want to be phasing here.

"Because…I still love you Jacob," she whispered. I stared at her in disbelief. So Drina was right, she is jealous.

"Ya? Well I don't love you anymore, so get over it. You chose that leech over me anyways, you should be happy now. You got what you wanted right? You married him and he killed you."

She flinched at the hostility in my voice, but I didn't care, my only concern was for Drina. Where was she? Was she alright? Would she believe me when I tried to explain? God I hoped so.

"It-it was all I wanted…at the time, but now I realize what I have given up," she said softly, I shook my head at her.

"Ya, well it's too late now. I told you you should have thought about it more, that you'd be happier with me, but you didn't listen. Now it's too late to undo what has been done. Plus, even if you could, I will never love you again. I love Drina and nobody else, and I swear to god if you mess with her or I again, I will personally rip you limb from limb, literally." And with that I stalked out of the restaurant in search of Drina. I would make this right…I had too. She had to believe me… please Drina, believe me!

Sorry this one's so short guys, it's the chapter leading up to the action though, so the next chapter will be amazing I promise! So please review, and hopefully I'll have the next one up soon!