A/N: Oh my goodness, the amount of response I got when I told readers I'm sick was amazing! You guys are so nice, you have no idea how much your get well soon wishes cheered me up! You guys are were so kind, and I don't want to sound cheesy but what the hell: you're the best!! Now, turn your focus away from me and onto poor Michael Jackson, of whom I have put a speacial word in this chapter as a tribute towards him. See if you can spot it!

Disclaimer: Me and my swiney self bitterly own nothing.


EPOV:

I suppose I overreacted a little. Launching myself at Jacob and slamming him into the wall was very dramatised, but I had to break them apart. I admit I maybe shouldn't have thrown in the punch, but I was blinded by rage. It was absolutely agonizing watching Bella… seduce him, to watch her demonstrating her desire for love to someone other than myself. So when he kissed her I just lost it.

Surely he could have resisted? Does he have no self-control? When Bella used to kiss me, no matter how much I wanted to kiss her back, I would always push her away, to protect her. If I can do it, so can he. Jacob had no right to kiss Bella, no right at all.

Now everything's okay though. Bella is sound asleep, peacefully dreaming. When she fainted the fight cut off immediately, both of us alarmed at her sudden collapse. I carried her to bed, where Jacob carefully washed the thick makeup of her face gently. Neither of us has spoken a word since then. We are standing at opposite sides of the room, as far away from each other as possible. I watch Bella with a blank mask covering my face, whilst inside my mind is abuzz.

Did Bella really know what was happening when she kissed Jacob, or was she so intoxicated she wouldn't have noticed if Jacob was actually a donkey? I am dearly hoping for the latter. What if Bella really did love Jacob? I push that thought aside. But apparently I'm not the only one pondering over this. Jacob 's mind is also whirring.

Was she really as hammered as Edward made her out to be? She didn't even slur her words... I reckon she was fine and he's just making up an excuse as to why she kissed me

Images of the two kissing intimately flood through Jacob's mind.

"Control your hormones," I hiss dangerously, jealousy thick in my voice.

Jacob snaps his head up. His eyes narrow and he smiles chillingly. All of a sudden the thoughts of them together are replaced with a new image I've never seen before. It's of a distorted Bella, in what looks like the woods back in Forks. She is cradling herself as tears stream down her face and her breath is coming out in rasps.

"She was found like this the night you left her," Jacob comments, a smirk in his voice.

I gasp feel my knees buckling underneath me. I did this to her? I try to block out the image, push it away, but Bella's horror-stricken face hauts my conscious.

"Stop…please get it away…" I manage to whisper.

Suddenly the image disappears from his mind. After what you did, you don't deserve her.

"Neither do you." I spit, "You knew she was besotted, and you took advantage of that."

"Besotted? What type of ancient word is that? In this decade, we use the word wasted. Or pissed." He raises his eyebrows.

"Don't try to change the subject, mutt." I growl. "You know perfectly well you shouldn't have responded to her."

"She was practically begging me, and I wasn't going to deny her of her wishes!" he cries.

"When I was with her, I managed to withhold." I counter.

"Well excuse me for not being perfect." His voice is dripping with sarcasm.

"You're excused."


JPOV:

As if I could have resisted! Bella Swan, who I've loved ever since we meet years ago, was asking me to be "more than friends" and I was going to no? Dream on, bloodsucker. It didn't help that she was just so goddamn sexy, with her silky dress and huge brown eyes. She probably wasn't even drunk! Maybe Bella just needed alcohol to thrill er into realising that I was the one for her.

"Dream on, mongrel."

Stupid vampire. I bring up images of us together, remembering the feeling of her breath hot in my face as I held her tight.

From across the room comes a low growl. Well, if he wants to listen to my thoughts, this is what he's gonna get.

I smile contently and continue thinking back to how it felt to have Bella in my arms. I close my eyes and begin to fantasise what might have happened if Edward hadn't been there to interrupt.


BPOV:

Where am I? Everything's so unearthly. To all sides of me I can see never-ending darkness. It's as if I'm in the middle of some thick black clouds, lost in this strange place. But I'm very comfortable, it's as if I'm leaning against something soft, and it's very warm. I try to open my mouth to speak but it's as if my lips are glued shut, and I find it impossible. How odd.

Through the eerie silence I suddenly hear the faint whisper of voices. The whispers grow in volume, becoming more and more audible with every passing second. And then they are so clear, as if being spoken directly into my ear.

"Dream on, mongrel." A familiar voice mutters. Where have I heard this voice before? Maybe it's from a movie or something?

Then I hear a growl coming from the same person, followed by a loud snarl that rips into my mind and leaves my ears ringing.

"Control your jealousy." A different individual says. Who is this person? Again, this one sounds familiar too.

"Keep quiet, flea-bag." I've told Edward so many times not to call Jake that. It's so annoying and mean!

Realisation slaps me in the face. The voices are Edward and Jacob, and I am… asleep? No, I remember now! I pretended to faint and then hit my head! Why did I feign fainting? Too…too break up a fight…between Edward and Jacob. And they were fighting because… because I kissed Jacob! I kissed Jacob? What!?

Suddenly images flood my mind and my memories all snap back into place. I was trying to teach Edward a lesson… and by the sounds of Edwards snarls it sounds like it worked! But why is he jealous? He doesn't love me, he said so himself. Why would someone be envious of something they don't want?

I mentally shrug. Beats me. But if it's bringing Edward pain, maybe kissing Jake wasn't such a bad idea. In fact, I might keep at it for a while, to punish Edward some more. Besides, if I remember correctly, Jacob was a great kisser.

Ouch. All this thinking is making my brain hurt. I think I'll go sleepies again now.


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