Notes: Here is chapter two! I hope you like it. :)

A week came and went leaving Jake feeling like the worlds biggest douche bag. Clare wouldn't talk to Alli nor would she talk to him. Alli was about five minutes away from always killing him and even Bianca looked like she was going to strangle him. Sighing, he kicked a rock and leaned against the tree. He had spent less time at the cabin to avoid awkward moments. Eli had reached out to him, though, offering any help that he could. It was weird, but nice and even Eli had admitted that Jake had fucked up pretty badly.

"So," a voice said and Jake whirled around and stared at Bianca. He might have gulped. He hadn't heard anybody coming and his heart was pounding. Bianca must have been a secret ninja or something.

"So?" He repeated, trying to appear as if she hadn't just scared the shit out of him. Bianca nodded. "So you hurt Clare, you know?" Jake looked away, he wasn't in the mood for this. He had yet to think of a way to fix anything. He had sent her flowers, picked her flowers. He had played all of her favorite songs on guitar. He had made her breakfast.

"I know," Jake scratched the back of his neck and looked at her, shrugging. "I don't know what to do. I've..."

"Have you apologized?" Bianca stopped him before he went into a long rant and Jake scrunched his eyebrows together, thinking. Finally, he nodded, snorting. "Of course I've apologized, I mean, obviously."

She raised her eyebrows and he looked away again. She made him uncomfortable. Way too uncomfortable. "You're sort of a jerk, Jake. You said sorry, she told me. But she also said how it wasn't very heartfelt. You were making excuses for yourself. You kissed her best friend... after breaking up with her... AT PROM and calling her SIS through text." Jake flinched and covered his face.

"Okay, oh wise one." Jake dropped his hands and made a sweeping motion with his arm. "Tell me please. I haven't a single clue and I miss her. I just want her back because I'm a fuck up and I've hurt her. I wasn't supposed to be that guy. We took a risk and we could have continued being great and I just... I miss her so much, holy fuck. Why am I telling you this?"

Bianca shrugged and crossed her arms over her chest. "Because I'm going to help you."

Jake blinked a few times before leaning back against the tree. "Wait. What? Why?"

She smiled sadly and tilted her head. "Saint Clare is a nice girl, man. She doesn't deserve the kind of heartbreak I'm going through. She's been through enough and even if you're kind of a dumbass, I can tell you want to fix things. You're just too much of an idiot." Jake muttered thanks but Bianca continued on as if she hadn't heard him. "And honestly, I hate seeing her cry because it reminds me of my own pain. I guess... if it were me? If there were a way to fix it. If the guy was wanting to fix things with me? I'd want someone to help him get it right."

Jake wondered when Bianca and Clare had become friends, what had happened. How it had happened because he didn't know. He wondered if anybody knew. Apart from all of that though, he was happy because she was willing to help him fix everything. He needed help. He breathed out and smiled. "Well, thank you. And if there is anything I could do to help you..." He didn't know who she was hurting over, but she was in pain. Jake frowned. "Let me know, okay?" Bianca shrugged it off, though, and pulled his arm, dragging him off.

"Yeah, yeah. Now let's discuss this letter you're going to write to Clare."

"Letter?"

"Part one of your way back to Bright Eyes, okay?"

And Jake wasn't going to argue with that.

Notes: I know it's short, but I lost the original file and wanted to get this out as quickly as possible. Let me know what you think!