"You're in love with him."
Bella pulled her gaze from across the room and looked at Jacob blankly, not focusing on what he was saying.
"I'm sorry, what?"
He eyed her contemplatively and sighed. "Edward. You're in love with him," he replied, matter-of-factly.
At the sound of his name, her heart clenched and she turned her eyes back to the scene unfolding at a table in the corner of the bar. Streaks of copper shined from Edward's head in the overhead light. He was leaning forward, talking animatedly to Angela. From where she stood, Bella couldn't make out the tone of their discussion, but her stomach fell to her feet when Angela laughed and touched Edward's hand intimately. She swallowed painfully and forced herself to look back at Jacob.
His eyes were soft and sympathetic, which spurred a burst of anger forward. "Edward and I are just friends," she spat, before turning to help a customer a few seats down from the police chief. When she passed by him again, he let out a laugh, which caused her to stop and glare at him.
"Is something funny, Chief?" she asked sarcastically.
"Yes, Isabella. You." He smugly sat back in his seat when she slammed her hand on the bar in front of him.
"Why are you antagonizing me, Jacob?"
"Because you're hurt and it's written across your face. Bottling all of that up inside is only going to do more harm than good. Cry. Rage. Bitch and moan. Let me be your friend."
She glanced at Edward's table and then back at Jacob. "I think I'm done with 'friends' at the moment."