“Don’t play stupid, Edward. And quit acting like I am. You don’t want to talk about you and Bella, fine. But don’t pretend to me or yourself that whatever is going on with you two isn’t fucking with your head right now.”
He was right. Of course he was right. That’s why I called the mother fucker in the first place. So he could slap me around.
“Alright, maybe it is,” I said.
“No maybe about it, dumbass. You want to be with Rose, then be with Rose. If you don’t, then don’t. It’s that easy," Jasper said.
“No it isn’t. Just because you and Alice are the fucking poster children for marital bliss doesn’t mean that everyone else just falls into it like that.”
“Jesus fucking Christ. You think I don’t know that? It once took me two years to break up with a chick. Two years from the day I decided I didn’t want to be with her anymore to the day I finally told her. But I was nineteen. We’re not kids anymore. Shit is real now. You’ve got a ring on that girl’s finger, if you don’t want it there, then man the fuck up.”
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