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Jacob and I were in the kitchen. He was leaning against the counter while I was washing the dishes. I could hear in the background Dad and Billy arguing which NFL football team had a chance to make it to the Super bowl. I put the last dish in the dish rack to dry, turn off the water and dry my hands off then fold the towel neatly laying it next to sink.

I turn around and smile at Jacob, we had been only been chatting about school and our day nothing too deep while I was washing the dishes but I could tell something was bothering Jacob.

"Is everything alright?" I ask concern while I lean against the counter next to him.

He sighs fiddling with the helm of his navy blue teeshirt "I just do not get you Bella..."

I shrug looking at him "What is there to get...I am quite boring...except for the occassional near death experiences I cause myself" I say teasing but his face was expressionless.

He was looking down at the ground his long hair falling in his face. He looks up at me as he pulls a strand of his hair behind his ear. "He left you in the woods, alone. Made u into a zombie for months...then when you were just getting over him, his sister shows up and you go after him across the world to save him..." He pauses "After everything he has put you through, you just forgive him like that....that is what I do not understand about u...."

I look out the window and say "I never got over him, Jacob. It was a misunderstanding...he thought my life would be safer without him and I would be happier without him..."

Jacob mumbles as he rubs his foot against the tile "he was right about something"

I sigh "I was not happy without him and my life was not safer. I would have been dead if it was not for him, remember Tyler's van? That van had nothing to do with vampires or werewolves...I would have been dead if not dead then severely injured if Edward had not saved me"

Jacob shakes his head and turns around so he is facing me, his hands on both sides of me grabbing the counter" You do not know that, yeah you would have been injured, but you never know...you may of completely recovered from it and you may of not...but...that is how life is suppose to be... not with parasites attempting to save your life."

I shake my head shock with his response. I would walked away from him if his hands were not trapping me "You would rather me get killed by the van. You would not even known me like you did...if that van had killed me"

Jake shakes his head "You are wrong...I had loved you the day I met you...you should love me, not some mythical creature..." I could hear his voice crack and his eyes were desperate. It did break my heart that I could not love him, they same way he loved me.

"Jake, I cannot help who I love..." Then he leans forward and his lips connect to mine, they are different from Edwards... warm...and it is not right...I try to push away but he is too strong. So I slap him until he releases.

He looks at me with a smirk and I slap him again. Though it probably was like slapping him with a feather, but it made me feel better, except for pain in my hand afterwards.

He steps back now with a look of rejection and pleads "This is how it was suppose to be...me and you...in a normal world it would be me and u...in a normal world their would be no need for werewolves because vampires would not exist..."

I snapped not making eye contact..."I do not like normal..."

He glares at me and snarls back "I cannot be friends with you then Bella...I cannot watch you waste your life away with that creep"

I say as I breathe in and out, trying to keep myself from hitting him...again "How come we can not be just friends...do you not want that?" I snap

Jacob his voice cracking "Bella...I am sick and tired of being your buddy....you only need me when it is the right time for you....I do not want to be friends, I want to be more and you do not want that..."

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 22, 2012 ⏰

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