You guy's have been waiting for this...but sadly, I only deliever half of the satisfaction~ BELLA AND LAKOTA SMACKDOWN! :D
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**Jelly-Bean-Jr. (recently, PipTheOrphan)
Lakota's point of view:
Either I was squeezing Jacob too hard, or he really just stopped breathing. But by his obviously painful and dumbstruck look I hit a pretty big nerve. A big, Mr. McCheating nerve that is. While Mrs. McCheating is practically hyperventilating right next to us, looking very much panicked at my word choice as well. Someone cleared their throat behind us, me guessing it to be Quil considering he'd never just sit back and watch Jacob suffer like I would. That's basically just Embry and I. Quil was the one with the actual heart. And how annoying that heart could be…
"What do we say we go and get Bella's hand checked out, huh? You know…before it gets, eh, infected," he chuckled humorlessly, grabbing onto my shoulders before taking me away from Jacob's grasp whilst Jacob started off into space. His mouth popped open, his fists clenched, and looking just about ready to die on that very spot. It's such a shame I didn't get enough time to dig his grave for him.
"You okay, Jacob?" I smiled sweetly at him, pretending to be that loveable, naïve, little girlfriend Jacob never had. But, considering his choice of women –coughlegspreadercough- it seems I would have to start playing the part in order to be good enough for him. Because, obviously, just being me wasn't enough.
"Lakota," he whispered, touching the side of my face tenderly, "I'm so sorry," he murmured, making me smile happily in return.
"Sorry for what? You didn't do anything wrong," Quil slapped a hand over his head, looking almost as pained as Jacob does as I returned to my easy like butter torturing.
"I did everything wrong," Jacob said, staring at me directly in the eyes as he took a large, steady step in front of me, never once breaking his eye contact with mwah.
"Enlighten me, then, buttercup," I grinned, preparing to hear his confession. Instead I just got an ear full of Bella.
"I think we should go to Carlisle for my hand. It might be broken." Well I sure hope so. I turned over to glare at Bella, only to see that she wasn't looking at anyone but Jacob. And it wasn't really looking…more like staring. I mean, I get it, they shared a kiss; but he's still my boyfriend. Not hers. He's mine. And as possessive as that sounds…it really isn't because it was true. Us girls all know we don't like other girls checking out our men. Thus making us possessive; all found in Boyfriend 101, Edition: skanky whore.
"Quil; you want to drive Bella? I want to spend some time with Jacob on my birthday. He still has to give me my present," I smiled up at Jacob, actually looking forward to spending time with him. I mean, he might be a Mr. McCheating pants; but he was still Jacob, mind you. Besides, from the looks of it I don't think he really is bothering himself over Bella. Which only made my recently very crappy mood better. Much better indeed.
"Yeah…sure, come on Bella-"
"No. Jacob should drive me; I trust Jacob," I turned around, glaring daggers at her. Why I oughta…
"It's not like Quil's gonna rape you or some shit like that; you're not that hot. Just leave for crying out loud."
"Ooooo, and Lakota finally snaps," Paul snickered in the background, not taking his eyes off the Television screen, yet very in-tuned in our little smack down.
"Shut it, Tina!" I yelled over my shoulder, glaring as Paul's face fell into a scowl. I grinned triumphantly, turning on Bella as she watched me with a hard look, I glared back at her, crossing my arms. If she thinks she can get Jacob back she's got another thing coming. Now that I know what she's after –though I did always have my suspicions…- I have to keep a watch on her. Eyes like a hawk. Watching her every step, and I swear, she makes the wrong move and I'm picking her right up off the ground with my talons, flying so fucking high up in the air until she can't breath before dropping the bitch.
"I want Jacob to drop me off," she said sternly, looking over at Jacob with a smile. One of which he returned with a grimace.
"I don't care what you want; Jacob's staying here."
"He's coming with me."
"He's staying here," I grounded out, clenching my teeth angrily.
"Well…why don't you just go with Jacob too?" Quil suggested, smiling at his idea. I glared at him, shaking my head. I didn't want Jacob anywhere near Bella; or vise-versa. Whether or not I'd be off to the sidelines. I watched them lock lip once, I don't want them to go any further, especially not with a new close up seat.
"No. He's staying here because his job isn't to take care of you," I jabbed my finger in Bella's direction, watching her glare at me, "it's to be Jacob. His job is to be Jacob. And if you weren't such a manipulative whore I'm sure he wouldn't bother himself with dropping you off. If you're too damn stubborn to accept the assistance of Quil, though I do admit he can get pretty dang annoying, then it's your loss. You're walking home," the living room fell into an eerie quietness as Bella stared at me. Not looking the least bit offended, but also looking ready to burst a vein as her face grew red with anger.
"And what do you suppose his job is then? To take care of you? To have him waiting on you hand and foot? Are you so selfish you don't want to share him? He's my best friend! He can do whatever he wants, he can be with whomever he wants; why is it so hard for you to see that he wants me? I don't care if you're his imprint!"
"His wha-"
"You are nothing but a conniving, low life, self-centered, arrogant, slutty teenage girl! You've never been good for Jacob, you're a bad influence that conflicts pain on others just for your own joy and gain. You're jealous of those greater than you which is exactly why you're bringing Jacob down and taking him away from-"
"I suggest you stop there unless you want you're other hand to be broken. Because, trust me, I'll have no problem with doing so," Bella stopped, sticking her nose in the air as she shook her head in disgust.
"You are pathetic," she finished, scowling. I crossed my arms, smirking. Was that the best this bitch got? Because I got loads more coming.
"You done yet, Leg Spreader?" I think that hit a nerve.