Hey guys, it's IndependentStallion here! You know I can't leave this story for too long! It's been what? Two months now. I'm sorry guys, but I am slowly getting better at my update days! Good news! It's summer, and I have a lot more time to update these! This was my first because it's the most popular, but I will be updating the others as well, don't worry. I'm also going to be starting some new stories with a few more twilight characters. One of these will be a love triangle with an OC, Seth, and Embry. Another will be a one shot with Leah and Sam. Another story will be with Leah and Paul. And after that, I will have finished my twilight stories and will be moving on to more fandoms. If you have some fandoms you like and want me to write about (I watched Asian dramas (Korean, tiawanese, Chinese, etc), anime, and several other tv series, lmk what you want.) Thanks for sticking with me, my little stallions.

I didn't know how I felt towards Jake. I wanted to hate him, to despise him for everything he was putting me through. I wanted to make him feel as miserable as he was making me feel. But those weren't the only feelings I harbored for him. Because the truth was, he wasn't always this bad. If he wasn't so obsessed with The Cullen lover, Isabitch, then he wouldn't have been as bad. And I felt myself falling for the fun and kind parts of him, the ones that valued me over her. Like when we had been on our honeymoon. We'd played in the water like children before having a heated moment, one in which he forgot all about the leech family. And I felt valued. And everything had gone down hill from there.

Did Jacob care about me? A part of me believed that he did. He had seemed concerned about where I was, and when I had returned home drunk, he'd been there for me, tucking me into bed instead of yelling at me though it did seem as though he had just saved that for the next day. But was that him caring or him feeling possessive about what he owned? I didn't know, but what I did know was that it wasn't the equivalent to love. And that was what I wanted. I was sick of playing this cat and mouse game. If Jacob wasn't ready to even try to get over Bella, to try and be with me, to try and love me, then why was I wasting my time? I would only try so much before deciding that it wasn't worth it.

And it was sad because I remembered when he wasn't like this. Back in high school, he'd always been two years below me. But I'd known him for so long that I didn't even care. He'd been my best friend, the one I told everything to. And some people may have called me Bella for what I had done to him. I started dating Sam, but I'd never seen a difference in my best friend. He'd always seemed supportive until one day, while Sam and I were celebrating six months, he told me that he liked me, may even love me. But how was I supposed to react to that? I couldn't leave Sam even if a part of me loved him too. So, I said no, and a month later, Bella had come into town, and he'd fallen for her. Maybe he was trying to make sure he didn't make the same mistake again, make sure that he held onto the girl this time, made sure that he hoped. But Bella and I weren't the same. If he had tried harder for me then things wouldn't be as they were now. But no amount of trying would change the leech lover's mind. And that was something everyone realized but him.

After Jake came to Bridget's apartment, it left me with quite a bit on my mind. This charade wasn't going to continue. Either some changes were going to be made to this marriage to make it real, or there wouldn't be a marriage left to change. I refused to be second best because I knew the truth. I was a good looking woman. I was young, and I was sexy and beautiful. I could make a man happy, and there were men who could make me happy. I could be the main priority to so many men, and I wasn't going to accept not to be that anymore.

When I came back, Bridget was looking at me questionably, and I could tell that she was debating whether or not she should ask whatever was going on through her mind. She may have been inquisitive, but she always knew when to back off. That was another thing that I loved about her. She knew when to pry and when not to pry. And she was trying to access the situation now to decide which. She decided. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Me and Jacob?" I ask her.

She nods. "You guys don't seem alright."

"Yeah, because we're not. Everything couldn't be worse."

"What happened, Leah?"

"He's in love with another girl," I tell her, knowing I couldn't include the entire truth of vampires and shifters and imprints. "And she is with this other man, only wanting Jake as a friend. This marriage was supposed to help him get over her, but it's not."

Bridget takes all of this in, nodding her head, as she looks at me and exhales. "Do you want to be with him, Leah?"

I shrug, sitting down on the couch. "I don't know," I answer truthfully. "He isn't always this awful, but..."

"But when he is, it ruins everything?" Bridget adds in for me, and I nod, resting my head against the couch.

"I guess I'm just sick of it."

"Then be the bitch you are and tell him. He better clean up his act, or you're getting a divorce. You don't deserve this."

"Precisely what I was thinking."

I smile at her because I truly do love her. We always seem to be thinking the same thoughts, sharing the same mind, and she always seems to understand what I'm thinking. Bridget can probably tell that I'm tired, physically and emotionally, and decides to let me be. And I was grateful for it. Tonight had been a good night for me to forget about the truth of how I was living, and Bridget and Eric were the best. I was happy to be able to count on them.

Eric had left after the movie, so it was just us two. She looks at me. "Are you okay?"

I nod, and she grins. "You better be. I would hate to see Leah Clearwater turn into a pussy."

A snort leaves my nose, and we hug before she goes back into her room, no doubt tired from what she saw and heard. Now, she knew how I was living. I was happy to have someone who understood, even if it wasn't by much. Once my head hit the pillow, I couldn't stop the cloud of unconsciousness from drifting to my mind, and within seconds I had fallen asleep.

The next morning, I was woken up by the smell of bacon. It was a great smell, and I opened my eyes, realizing that a cover had been draped over my form. I hadn't fallen asleep with the cover on because there wasn't a need. I was constantly hot and didn't want to be more so. But still, the gesture was nice. Once awake, I yawned and stretched, the cover falling off. There was more than just bacon being cooked. Also some eggs and French toast. I hadn't had such a nice breakfast since I'd made it myself on my honeymoon with Jacob.

Standing up, I turn to face the kitchen, surprised when I see that it's Eric who's cooking. He doesn't notice me because his back is to me, as he flips over the eggs, humming lowly to himself. He was always so happy, like Seth. I walk over to him, not making a sound, as I slide onto the counter across from him, a grin on my face. I watch him with interest in my eyes until he turns around. His green eyes are bright with surprise, and his ears turn a bit pink. And once he realizes that it's just me, he grins and shakes his head. "I didn't even hear you come in," he says before raising the plate of bacon towards me, inviting me to get a piece. I comply.

"It's because I'm a ninja."

"The best looking ninja I've ever seen." His comment makes me blush and snort, shaking my head. And Eric grins. "How's the bacon?"

"Delicious," I answer. "Where's your sister?"

"Work. She didn't want to wake you so asked that I come over and provide you company."

"How generous of her."

"I think so." And he shakes his head. "That girl lives mostly off of take out, this is about all she has in her fridge."

"That's okay."

"Good. I'll probably go to the store later to get her some more things. Wanna come?"

"Sounds like a plan."

It wasn't much longer before he finished up breakfast, handing me a plate. I said thanks before digging into the food. It wasn't enough to quench my shifter hunger, but it was delicious nonetheless. He was really a good cook, and I gave him props for that. Apparently he had learned from his mother. Afterwards, I raided Bridget's closet, finding some dark blue jean shorts and a pink halter top with the back out and some brown and pink sandels. I pulled half of my hair up into a half up, half down look before finding Eric beside the door, looking at his phone.

When he saw me, he looked up, eyes widening before looking over me. His eyes met mine. "How can someone be so beautiful?"

His words are sincere and genuine, not used as a pick up line, and I feel my cheeks heat up. "I'm not."

"You are, Leah. Damn, Jacob is a lucky man." If only Jacob knew that.

The car ride to the store isn't long, but Eric I able to make it entertaining, singing to every one of the songs. And I had a feeling that while he actually could sing, he was throwing himself off for my benefit. And it was relaxing enough that I found myself joining in, both of us singing off key and happily. It was a shame when we got to the store.

We walked throughout the store, and I picked up things that would be great before I felt Eric tense up beside me. I cast a glance at him to see he was staring at something else. I looked to see a girl, speedily making her way toward us. Her hair was auburn, pinned up into a messy bun. She didn't have much makeup on her face. She was a natural beauty and got over to us in seconds. "Eric, it's been so long!"

"Hey, Dakota," he greets though it isn't genuine. He seems like he wants to make this conversation as short as possible.

"You look so good, but you've always have. I would love if we could go on a date or something since you're back in town. I've always liked you."

Eric had a panicking look in his eye, as he tried to figure out what to say. I decided to help. I wrapped my arm around his, getting close to him, and Dakota's eyes found me. "Eric, sweetie, is this a friend of yours?"

At first he's surprised and confused before recognition and relief floods his eyes. "Oh yes, Leah, this is Dakota, an old high school friend."

Leah holds her hand out. "Hi, I'm Leah, Eric's girlfriend." And Dakota shakes her hand, face flushed with embarrassment. Afterwards, she excuses herself scurrying off, leaving Eric and Leah laughing.

"You are the best," Eric tells her. "She's liked me forever. She's kind of a stalker, thank you."

"Anytime."

And then I look over, freezing when my eyes meet a pair of dark brown eyes, filled with anger. It's Jacob. And he's fuming, as he makes his way to us. I tell Eric to hold on, not wanting him to witness this. I walk into another aisle, not surprised when Jake follows. "Leah," he says my name gruffly, eyes furrowed. "Are you cheating on me?"

So, maybe I left you guys on another cliffhanger? Hehehehe, sorry about that haha! I've finally just about summer this story up. It will end at 25 chapters, and I think you guys will be both surprised and happy with the ending! I have really enjoyed writing this fanfiction, so it's kind of sad to be wrapping it up! Only four more chapters to go. Wow, my first fanfiction coming to a conclusion! It's so sad haha! Anyway, please be sure to leave a review. I wanted to show her bonds with Bridget and Eric, so I hope you guys enjoyed this! Until next time, my stallions!