Chapter 2Vampires Are Weak

Charlie worried over me that night and it wasn't until late in the next morning that I awoke to realize something different had changed in me. No longer was I calm sweet docile Bella who wanted nothing more than to love Edward. I loved him yes but… I felt something I'd never really ever felt towards my sweet glittering Edward before.

I was mad. And not just mad, incredibly bull blind fury mad at a guy I had loved. It was a whole new feeling to me.

And the first thought in my head was this: Vampires are weakasses.

Edward=Vampire=Weakass

If Edward couldn't summon the strength to be with me no matter what like I could for him he was a weakling no matter what phenomenal strength he had! But how could I get him back…? I wanted him back. No matter how weak he was thought I wanted him back so I could beat the snot out of him with a shovel considering he was so strong… though it would probably take my Chevy to run his sparkling butt over. I just wanted him back in my arms. My gorgeous unreal vampire vegetarian Edward. But how could I get him back? How could I get him to notice? He could be on the other side of the world by now. It would be like me screaming in a crowd at a mosh pit where Led Zeppelin was singing. I couldn't get my idol to notice. I loved him and hated him at the same time.

The phone rang at that moment when my brain is trying to think of ways but my head isn't picturing anything. I picked it up.

"Bella? Are you okay? I heard what happened and all and I'm sorry about it…"

Jacob. Good old my-sweet-boyfriend-Edward-hating-Jacob. I needed him right now.

"Jacob get the hell over here. I have food." The line went silent.

"What type?"

"Everything. I've been barbequing," I lied wanting to get him over here as fast as I could. "Though I've got to change out of my bikini." The phone clicked and the line went dead.

"Jacob's coming over dad," I called down to Charlie whose eyebrows perked up with his smile at that bit of news. I felt bad for making Charlie worry about me all the night before so I knew this would cheer him up. At least I wasn't acting like a zombie and going out with Jessica to a pirate bar or something on a lonely street surrounded by potential date rapists. Its odd how idiotic some girls do that as soon as they break up with someone by going out and doing stupid things that could potentially kill themselves or their friends near them.

Knowing that Jacob was on his way I combed through my muddy brown hair and scrambled through my dresser for clothes to wear. I pulled out a blue shirt first but then the tears pushing in my eyes and the sudden cloud of anger made me rip it down the center and find a black tank top.

Normally it takes 50 minutes to get to my house but I heard a honk outside and spied out the bathroom window Jacob hopping out of the back of a car. "Thanks," he shouted to the driver. He'd made the poor guy get here in 40 minutes. He needed no formal knocking on the door. Jacob burst through, called out "Hey Charlie," and ran up my stairs with a camera in hand probably hoping to document me in a bathing suit.

"Where's the bathing- you look like a wreck."

"Thanks Jacob," I muttered.

"You just look tired."

"I am." I needed no lie with Jacob securely in my room, my friend and confidant. I'd spent most of the night before crying my eyes out but now that I was awake fully, after about an hour of sleep last night, I could see clearer.

"Here's all I have in the room," I smiled weakly handing him a bag of chips and another of cookies. I reached over to the mini fridge; I'd placed it in my room so I could eat without leaving Edward, to reveal a tub of ice cream. "Knock yourself out." We sat there for a while munching on the 2 bags of food. For once in my life my stomach was keeping up with Jacob's, in fact it was going full on past Jacob's after I decided to eat chips dipped in ice cream he kind of just stared at me.

"Bella. You're starting to eat strange things."

"You always eat strange things and I don't ever complain," I hissed bitterly.

"You're not taking this well I see… but at least you're not suicidal and slumping in your bed ignoring your friends for months on end. That would be pathetic," he sighed pulling out a chicken wing to eat. Where had that chicken wing come from? And why didn't I have one? "I'm sorry you're sad."

"Like hell I'm pissed off!" Jacob raised a questioning brow at that.

"Maybe you need to get some revenge on him like make out with me," he suggested wryly trying to make me laugh as he wiggled his eyebrows like a villain in a Vaudeville scene.

The Dorito with cookie dough ice cream topped on it was midway in the air when his words sank into my mind. Revenge. And what would be the sweetest kind...? Pissing off Edward?

Suddenly I latched onto Jacob, Dorito chip in my mouth dripping with the icy cookie dough sweetness and pressed my horrible smelling mouth to his making out profusely as adrenaline sped in my blood. Jacob, having flirted for years and been wanting to get me since puberty hit him and made him a lusty teenager didn't mind at all my mouth was full of food as he latched onto me like a stupid spider monkey. In fact, I think he liked the food in my mouth, than again I could swear the boy had four stomachs. And well, he had the chicken in his mouth so I didn't mind so much. My hands combed through his hair as I clutched onto him. This was so different from kissing Edward because Jacob kissed me without fear. But I still loved Edward… and I wanted revenge but…

Wait! This won't help! Edward won't know...! I pushed Jacob off of me who fell abashed on my bed.

"What the hell woman? Why did you stop kissing me?"

My eyes swept the room and suddenly I saw the camera my mother had sent me for my computer… What if...? And then a plan hatched in my head.

Edward couldn't see. I'd make him see me!