Will Never Settle For A Quileute Boy

Will Never Settle For A Quileute Boy

     The moment I stepped out of my parents' car, I thought everything was going to be fine. I was hiding every ounce of emotion from the boys because honestly thought they didn't need to know everything, but those stupid emotions came sailing back when I heard Jacob's voice from behind me.

Jacob and I; we had something going on, and of course, when he found out that his leech lover of a friend Bella Swan had been abandoned by her leech Edward Cullen; Jacob automatically jumped on the opportunity in saving her like a damsel in distress. Completely forgetting who he was leaving behind. Me.

Now that I was left alone, no one knew that we ever broke up, and no one will ever know because I didn't tell anyone. Jacob kept me a secret, so if Jacob wanted to be stupid and wanted to bring Bella to Sam's house to somehow piss me off, then that would be the way to do it. I just didn't know he would be doing that the moment I came home. It hadn't been two days.

And I was right because it did piss me off.

"Jessie?" He called out to me. As if he didn't just see me two days ago. And just hearing his voice, it replayed everything he said to me when I came home from Flordia.

"Hey Jess?" Jacob called to me as I was pulling my two suitcases out of the trunk of my parents' car. The thing that had me questioning his manners when I looked at him was the fact that he didn't help me with my bags when he walked up to the car and stood next to me. And the expression that seemed to show hurt, and devestation on his face meant that something bad was going to happen, I just didn't see it yet.

I didn't do anything stupid, nor did I hear of anyone dying.

"Hey," I sat the last suitcase down and tucked my hair behind my ear. I didn't think something went on when I was gone, or I know for a fact that I didn't do anything wrong. I mean; I was faithful, and I was hoping that he would be the same. I only assumed something happened because of the way he was looking at me. "What's up?"

"I honestly don't know how to say this, but..." He trailed. Grabbing the back of his neck, he began to rub it, looking so uneasy that it looked like he was ready to pass out. I wasn't getting why, but I guess for some reason I was going to find out. "Bella needs me."

I looked at him like I had no idea what he was trying to tell me, because I didn't know how to respond to anything for the moment. And when I finally did find my voice, I honestly didn't know how it was going to come out. "Bella? ... Bella Swan?"

"Yea, she's lost and she's broken; and all I know is that she needs me." He continued to rub the back of his neck, and giving me the same look, trying to look hurt. But now that he said that, I'm thinking he just looked constipated.

"Honestly; this is how you break up with someone?  Are you feeling well at all? You just said that she's lost and she's broken, and that she needs YOU? I need you! I'm your girlfriend! What makes you think that's something okay to tell me?!"

"I'm sorry Jessie, I really am, but I think that we should just see other people." He backed away, removed his hand, and turned away. It literally made me feel nauseaous. I didn't understand, was he really doing this right now? It was a hard punch to the gut.

And I came to the conclusion that he was.

So that night, I didn't cry over it, I thought that maybe I should have, but I wasn't going to cry over someone breaking up with me, over a girl who didn't even love him. I just started throwing the pictures of us away in a box, along with his t-shirts, his sweater, and the small gifts he would either make for me, or buy for me. The next day, I placed the box on his doorstep and walked away. Refusing to ever settle for someone like Jacob Black.