Ok - it's unbeta-ed and I wrote this up, remembering my own bachelor night, even though not exactly like that... But no spoilers..
Oh - and sorry - no real lemons, just a bit of violence ;)

#wedding #unrequited
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EPOV

Jake.
Gosh, I can't stand his ass, his stupid jokes and the way he's flirting with our waitress. Totally inappropriate. Prick.

He doesn't deserve her. Isabella Swan. My unrequited crush ever since I was fifteen.

What does she even see in him? Other than being high school sweethearts, there is nothing that they have in common.
She's a witty brain, smart and funny, with ambitions and she could make it big, if he didn't keep her so small, here within these small-town limitations, making her a housewife with 2,5 kids and a dog in the span over the next five years. That, I'm sure of.

I hate Emmett for talking me into participating in this bachelor night bullshit.

I swear, if Jake doesn't quit trying to pick up this waitress before our very eyes, I will whoop his ass and make sure he looks like a Panda bear tomorrow, standing at the altar with his beautiful wife-to-be.
That image makes me sick to my stomach.
Not only does he not deserve her - I don't even think he loves her at all.
She's just a convenient home base while he's busy chasing skirts.
Everyone knows it.
I can't get it into my head. How can she not see it? And how is he not the happiest guy on earth?

"Hey, bro. What's with the frown? Here, take a shot and please, find your fun-face somewhere and stop with the pouting!", my brother Emmett kicks me in the shin and shoves a shot glass in my face, sloshing Tequila over my new shirt.
"What the fuck, Em? What are you , three? Take that shit out of my face before I charge you dry-cleaning for my new shirt, dammit!"
"Common, Ed, stop it. Let's have some fun and get over it, will ya? She's taken and your stupid crush needs to finally end. That, or do something about it! I cannot take another day witnessing you being the victim of your own emotions. You better grow a pair or just get on with your life, dude!"

My brother's right. I suck. I should've acted while I had the chance to. But I'm also not a home wrecker, although they're not married yet.

It's that moment, Jake comes over, swaying like a fern in the wind, holding a tray full of another round of shots in his unsteady hand.

"Yo, my brothers from another mother, what's with the sad faces?" he slurs excitedly and offers us the shots, "I'm gettin' married t'morrow an' you guys, need to c'l'brate my last night in freedom with me!" and he giggles like a stupid school girl. Gosh, I want to punch him square in the face.
"From t'morrow on, waitresses are taboooo.. boooo... hahah..!"
Jasper and Riley are coming over from the other side of the bar, with the waitress in tow and another chick they just picked up at the pool table over there. Garrett sits beside me on a barstool rolling his eyes at me over Jakes antics while we all take a shot.

"To Jake and Bella!" Jasper shouts out and we all raise our glasses before downing the hard liquor, with loud grunts and stupid wiggles when the liquid hits our throats. The two chicks giggle, like Jake earlier, and sip and act all cute, the waitress still making ogley eyes at Jake who seems to like the attention, in spite of his former declarations.

He grabs her by her neck and pulls her to him, encouraging her to down that shot in one go, and she does. "That's ma girl!" Jake yells and the guys, who don't seem to be put off by his behavior, are chiming in, sharing laughter and ordering another round. The girl takes the empty tray and sashays away towards the bar, to get as she's told.
"Gosh, I want to hit that, like really hard and just show her a real good time!" Jake grunts out, mixed with dirty laughter, while giving us a nice image of how exactly he would hit that, pushing his hips back and forth in a disgusting manner.

I can barely breath. I want to hit him so fucking bad, I can't see straight.

"Common, bro, let's get some air outside", Emmett grabs me by my arm and pushes me toward the backdoor, to cool off on the patio.
"Boy, you better get a grip!"
"I should get a grip? Why is nobody telling him off for being such a prick? Are they all just condoning to him fucking another chick the night before his wedding? What are we? Enablers?"
"No, of course not, Ed. I think he's an asshole for acting that way. But I don't think you should get involved. Bella will wise-up one day and smell the coffee and until then there is nothing you can do. Or do you think she will not hate the messenger, if you should feel so inclined to fill her in on her fiancée's bad habits?"
"Bad habits? Is that what we call fucking cheating now? The betrayal is bad enough, but he's also putting her at risk, sleeping around like that. What am I supposed to do, Em? I have to set him straight or nobody else will and I don't care what it makes me look like. Everyone knows how I feel about her, even if she will never know or care at all. He shouldn't get away like that." And with those words I'm stomping away, leaving Emmett speechless on the patio.
Walking back through the narrow hallway passing the toilets, I hear some whispering and moaning coming from an open door, slightly ajar, but wide enough to hear them.
The fury hits me instantly, knowing exactly who I will find behind that door.
"You fucking piece of shit!"
I kick down the door and of course there is Jake with his hand deep inside that girls panties, caging her in between him and the wall, his other hand piling up her skirt above her hipbone, his mouth sucking on her neck like he's a fucking leech, his zipper already halfway open, shirt out and ready for some action.

I grab him by his collar and rip him away from her, the girl letting out a hushed cry, eyes big as saucers, when I swing him around and punch him straight in his nose.
"Ouuu, asshole! What is wrong with you?" he whines like a baby, holding his nose, while the girl pushes down her skirt and runs out of the room, running right into Emmett who's entering the scene.
I can get in another nice punch on the motherfucker's cheek, before Emmett grabs me from behind and frees the bastard of my attacks.
"Stay out of this, Emmett! This is between me and him!" and I'm actually surprised he's letting me go.
I grab Jake by the his collar front now and tear his hair to the back with my other hand, using my most menacing voice,

"You better call off that farce of a wedding tomorrow or I will! You don't deserve her and you know it! What the fuck? You've got it all, the jackpot, and you go round fucking girls in storage rooms behind the bar? You disgusting piece of shit!".

I got about an inch over him and my fury makes me strong and kind of scary. He holds up his elbow to cover his face, afraid I will punch him again. But I'm starting to calm down and I'm loosening my grip on his collar and hair and push him back, cause I can't stand being so close to him for any longer.

"I swear, if you have the audacity to walk her down that isle tomorrow, I will break up the wedding and then your ugly face, polish that smug grin off too. And I will tell everyone why I did it! You stupid son of a bitch!"
I half spit at him, while Emmett is back, tearing on my sleeve, trying to get me to back off and leave.

"You little pussy!" Jake finds his voice again, "you're just jealous it's me she's choosing over you, like she did for all those years already. She won't see you even if you were the last male on this planet, you little shit! She never even gave you the time of day, didn't she?" and he's slowly wiping away a droplet of blood from his cracked lip, while he's smiling evilly at me.
"Do you really think I never noticed the way you look at her, at my girlfriend? Do you even think she doesn't know about my little sidekicks? Let me tell you a little about that great love of yours, Eddie-boy. She loves that shit. That little slut. It turns her on when I come home, smelling like another pussy. She starts a fight and then we have angry sex and it is the best feeling in the world, you sorry-ass! That's what she wants. A real man, not a little punk-pussy like you!"

That image just goes straight to my gut, like a punch.

I turn and vomit directly on his shiny, black Doc Martins, Emmett jumping toward the door to avoid the splatter.
He's not only a cheater, but he's actually delusional and cruel. There's no way she's turned on by that. She must be so repulsed, yet she is unable to walk away from him, which gives him this sick, distorted idea that he might actually hold for the truth. There I go empty the rest of my stomach liquids onto his jeans, because the asshole is too drunk to react.
That's when Emmett has enough and puts his hand on my shoulder from behind.
"You ok, bro?"
He actually sounds a bit worried now.
While I let him lead me out of that gawd-awful place, I turn one last time and add,
"You think she wants you, but she's only a battered woman who thinks she has no other choice. She needs help and you need to be set straight. If you don't call off that wedding tonight, you'll find out what a real man does for the woman he loves, even though she will never love me back. If it's the last thing I do!"

Then I turn around and follow my brother out of that room, out of that bar and into his car.
As hopeless as my love for Isabella Swan has been and always will be, at least tonight I did the right thing and there is a tiny little glimpse of hope that Jake will do the right thing. It's miniscule, but miracles happen every day. Why not for her. The most beautiful woman I have ever met. The only woman I have ever loved.