This is a fanfiction, a complete work of an over active imagination. All rights of twilight and anything reconizable belong to Stephanie Meyer, the publishers, and Summit Entertainment.

My plot though, are in fact mine. Any one person thats refferenced that has any association with any real, living, dead or historical is purely an act of fiction. Under no insistances may my person work may be distributed or taken whether by peice or it's entirety unless other wise stated by myself penname Jess Zax, fanfiction JessRosser.

NOTE: How this plausible, is simply to anyone that has read Midnight Sun would have caught the glimpses of Jasper's affection, although hidden, for Bella. Or for the fact of how he treated her in twilight.

When Bella was first a threat to the Cullen family, being the fighter that Jasper was, he wanted to protect the family and there secret. He chose to go against Alice, Edward and the family, to end Bella's life. He went to her home, and through his thoughts from Edward "I couldn't take away her innocence. Her light."

Although Bella's only notes on Jasper was that, when she first seen him, he being the very first vampire veiwed in the lunch room, was a look of hunger. Her only other thoughts of him were his being stoic, and like he didn't below with the Cullens, out of place.

Also in twilight Jasper qoutes on just how much Bella is worth, a hint of his feelings for her showing through. He also tells her again in eclipse, that she belongs with the Cullens and he would basically die for her.

Chapter One

A new Bella

The months after Edward left were nothing to truly form in my memory. I merely existed, I didn't live. If there was anything I resembled more than a zombie, that was a good day. There were no signs of life in me, and there was a horrible pain in my chest. The utter sheer loss I felt for each of the Cullens consumed me day my father told me he wanted to send me to Jacksonville to live with my mother, I realized this.

I couldn't be like this any longer. I had to my father, my mother, my friends. For myself. I deserved that much. So I applied myself more at school. I started talking to my group of friends, that I had abandoned for him.

I'd sheltered myself from a normal, high school life. For him. I started hanging out with Jacob Black on the rez. I liked him. From the very start, he made me smile. I never spent time with Jake because of him..I went out to eat with my father, I actually talked to him. I never was a good daughter because of Edward.

I could even say his name now. I hadn't at first, even amungst my own pain of the simple word had been to much for even my mind to mention. It had been a very long time since then. It seemed like it was a forever ago, that Edward was even here. It wasn't some profound way I could say it either. I didn't notice that I could until I had pondered my day, laying in bed.

I just started Jake, Angie, my mom, even Charlie. Edited version's of course. They still helped, the edited verisons, but I longed to find someoneI could tell the complete tale, too. Then the day came were I learned of Jacob's werewolf blood. Through conspiracies and assumed gangs, I found out Jacob Black was a shape shifter. A werewolf and natural enemy to vampires. But, Jacob, Jakey, was my best friend, he loved me, more than I could love him.

He wanted more from me than my broken soul could give him. Even if I wasn't this broken, this unrepairable I couldn't be with Jacob. He was my little brother, I didn't think of him in attraction, but familal love. I think I had managed to convey my feelings for him in a non hurtful way, though I assumed he wouldn't want me anymore after I told him. Jacob broke that image, and told me he was always here for me, no matter how I wanted him, I was his bestfriend as much as he was mine.

Here I sat, in boring-as-hell trig. Less than a month left of school and I'd be a high school-graduate. What was the point? What could I learn that I hadn't already? I was already graduating early. All my honor classes and advanced courses had earned me this little victory.

I glared at the ever slowly-ticking clock. I hate math.

I hate math.

I hate math.

Last period, such torture. So close… the bell would ring at any minute now, but he'd make us stay so he could assign homework, because that just how much of a douche Mr. Bond bell sounded with a shrill, annoying ring. At this point in time, for many, it was the sound of freedom, and this included myself.I packed up and waited for him to yell out a chapter, of which I'd never remember, to review or a problem number that I would forget as soon as i heard it. Not that it would effect me at all.

I trekked out the door and down the hall. I was still clumsy. That would never change. I got myself back up from my falls now, though - I didn't need help. I never really had, after all I had managed to survive a full seventeen years before Edward Anthony Mason Cullen found his way into my life.

I slid my earbuds in as I made it through the never ending rain to my truck. My beast of a truck that I loved so dearly. It had been having a bit of issues , but Jacob had fixed it easily. I maneuvered through the rain to my house at my own pace, and then pulled in just like normal. I never liked driving fast. I liked to drive, it cleared my head, having focus on the mundane task at hand.

Today was a good day. It was Friday, Jake and Billy would come over, and I'd make dinner. Dad would be happy, Billy would be wrinkly smiles and Jacob would be full of light-hearted jokes. I'd talk to Jake about his newfound ability to turn into a giant freaking wolf. No one was normal in my life. I was half expecting Angela to be a witch, Jessica to be a succubus, Lauren to turn into a giant snake like that one episoade of Buffy, and Mike Newton to be a vampire I had found someone to tell the entire tale too. Who would of known that Jacob Black would turn from, cute little boy that fun to be around to my closest companion.

Before I headed inside, I went to the faded white mail box and got today's mail, managing to slip only once. Proudly, I applauded myself as I quietly sang to Hinder's "Lips of an Angel." Always got that damn song stuck in my head. Once inside, I tossed down my backpack by the door and sorted through the mail. Along with the bills was one handwritten letter addressed to me. There was no name to give an indication from who it came from. I hadn't applied to college yet, and it wasnt nearly heavy enough to be from them anyway. I sank down into the dining room chair, staring at it, afraid to open this unknown envelope.

Who was it?

New way of recruiting for a visa card?

Stalker?

Secret admirer? aka slightly less creeper stalker?

The Cullens. A voice whispered devilishly into my ear. A sense of dread and hope crept into me. A strange combonation of feelings for one to have. I knew in my gut that it was them, just one of those feelings that you simply couldn't understand. I always trusted my gut, even though it lead me to diseasters sometimes. Although they hadn't had any contact with me, I just knew it was them, although I couldn't explain the why even to myself. I mean, other than me, who would think it was them?

No one, Bella, your just that messed up. The same evil voice whispered. I didn't know which Cullen it was, though. I dreaded the possibility that it could be Edward, hoping for anyone else. Odd. Again this was what brought me apart from the normal realm of girls. Wouldn't they wish it to be there beau? No. I was done with him. Done from the moment he uttered those words. That didn't mean it didn't hurt. It was the fact that it hurt so much, that he caused me that much pain, that I was done with him.

I missed my big brother terribly. The mother I truly never had, I mean I had Renee, but most of the time our roles were reversed. The mentor I'd always wanted, the best friend I had never had, before Alice of course. She was the first girl that had ever taking a true liking to me. The only one I could call sister. Wow, I'd even want to hear from Rosalie. Jasper...I wonder if he's okay. Being an Empath, he must've been going through a lot. Blaming himself for Edward doing what he did, for my accident. I didn't know him, only really talked to him at the hotel in Phoenix. He told me I was worth it. Strangely, those words echoed in my mind a lot these past months. Giving me some sense of the fighter that was always within me.

I'm not stupid, I knew he made them leave. They loved him, they'd do anything for him. They'd known him longer.

"Perceptive." Edwards musical voice echoed through my mind.

I was mad at them, sure, but should they ask, I would forgive them. Edward didn't want me. It was simple, they wanted what Edward wanted, did what Edward thought was right because I was his. But I wasn't his. I got up abruptly, grabbed my backpack and the letter, and ran upstairs to my room. I put the letter under my pillow. I would read it that night. I wanted to have more of a good day before I was disappointed. I would be disappointed, no matter who it's from. I knew that for sure. It was just a letter. Whoever it was, they weren't here to explain, weren't here to give me the answers I needed. That I craved, desperatly. I let out a heavy sigh. Later, Bella, later. When your father is asleep and can't hear you cry.

Dinner went well as always. Billy and Charlie were in the living room, watching a game, while Jake and I were washing the dishes. Like normal. Everything was so normal now. So tedious. I was beginning to not be able to take all the normal. Yes Jake was a wolf and so not normal, but it had become normal for me. Everything of the superatural sort was now.

How?

Because I'm good with weird.

"Bells?" Jake asked hesitantly.

"Yeah Jake?" I replied in a tired tone. I was trully tired with it all.

"Where did you go? You've been living in your head tonight." I glanced at him then. He was drying the dishes carefully, since the last time he'd broken one, I told him I'd neuter him.

"Sorry Jake. Did Charlie notice? Just been one of those days I guess." I tried to sound normal, tried to sound carefree, while really I was cursing myself. Were you not done pretending Bella? Damn letter! You ruined it… unknown letter under my pillow.

My inner voice needed to know how to word her anger better.

Damnit, Jake was in mid-sentence "...just, I don't want you to go back to the way you were, and it kinda scares me when you ignore me like you just did."

"I'm sorry Jacob! Can't I have a bad day without everyone worrying that I'm going all emo again?" I hissed the words out. I was so angry with him for calling me out, even though I deserved it. The anger was missplaced, and I guilty as soon as the came out of my lips.

"Sure, sure. Sorry Bella, didn't mean anything by it. Ya know there's going to be that new movie coming out soon, do you wanna go with me?" he asked, like everything was fine, rapidly changing the discussion.

Wasn't it? Yep. Peachy. Normal. Safe.

"Sure, sure Jake." He grinned at that.

I waved them goodbye and goodnight at the door, then made my way back into the living room calling out to my father.

"I'm headed for bed!" I got a "good night Bells." in return as he turned back on the TV. Good thing he couldn't hear over the noise and the floor between us. I did my nightly routine. My human moment as I had once liked to call it. I stared at myself in the mirror. Much like the first day I came here to Forks. Like after I spent the day with Edward. Such a highly different contrast to either times. I was still pale. My hair was much shorter, a shaggy bob. I had cut it all off short and boy like, not long after he had left. He always liked my hair. Running his long, pale, talented fingers through it. I hated my hair for that.

So I chopped it off with craft scissors late at night in my room. A month ago, I self-bleached and dyed my hair. It was now blue. Royal blue like he liked me in. For me, it was a winning moment because I hadn't worn blue after he left. I dressed the way I wanted Alice to tell me I should dress like a girl. I didn't. I brought back out my band shirts. My skull jewelry, converse and boots. I also started using make up more. Black eyeliner. Nothing much, just enough to go with my look. Bad ass girl that liked motorcycles.

I guess you could call me goth; I just wanted to be far away from what Edward's Bella was. Sweet innonce floral print Bella. Edward's Bella did whatever she was told. She didn't have a voice of her own. She was going to be the perfect little lady for proper perfect Edward Cullen. This Bella, murdered Edward's Bella, brutally, with a snarky laugh, and dancing around her fiery body.

I was sarcastic, funny, free spirit Bella. The one who jumped off cliffs, had a motorcycle, cussed, hung out with werewolves and is going to take a year to travel. To find my life course because I really have no idea what I want to be. I would never go back to Edward's Bella. I would never go back to him. Even if the option presented itself, I wouldn't. Time to use those balls you've grown, Bells.

I walked with my head held high to my bedroom. Although it felt like I was walking into my execution. I sat on my bed cross legged and felt for the letter under the pillow. I stared at it in my hands. It was heavier for a letter, more than one piece of paper. Had to be a lot in there. Whoever it is had something to say, I thought. I peeled back the letter seal and carefully pulled the pieces of paper out. I was right. Three pieces of paper. I reminded myself of one of those bomb squad people with the care I was taking in this. I even had theme music playing in my head. I decided I should get on with it before the numbers began to count down. I unfolded them and began to read.

Chapter Two

Fangy Fellows

I read the words with shock highly evident in my features. The Cullen I had least expected, but had the most questions about.

Dear Isabella,

I'm writing to say what sorrow it brings me that I lost control on your 18th birthday. Every since I've left the Cullen's my control has improved. I was going to visit you to say this, but I never really knew you in the first place. Of course Edward might try to kill me and [there was a ink blot here I'm sure he meant Alice but..well maybe his pen broke] would surely try to hide you before I got there. So this was my only option. I'm sorry it took me so long to write you. I have been a little crazy about my slip up to someone who means so much to the family, I used to call my own. Of course it's not all about you, I know you blame yourself for everything. Such a bad habbit Bella. Due know when to take the blame and when to realize you're not to blame at all. Since...she said what she said to me that last night I haven't been well...quality company. My brother Peter actually is making me write this, for not because I don't want to, but because I think it is hopeless. If I ever see or have the chance to get to know you better I'll tell you about my brother and sister. I'll let you get on with your day. You needn't reply. I dont expect one. But please dont mention this letter to her or Edward.

P.s. If you do wish to reply my email address and p.o box are listed on the other paper. Which ever method suits you best.

At the end of the letter he signed it in big bold letters that were slightly messy like the rest of the hand written note. Maj. Jasper M. Whitlock.

Not a Cullen at all.

How could Alice leave him? They were so in love. Every time I saw them together it looked as if he would follow her to the ends of the earth and back. There love was quite and not as showy as Emmett and Rose, but so absolute. I had envied it slightly. With Edward's smothering love, theres was something nice to look apon. The constant there love that didn't have to be shown with big gifts or favors. Although Alice made a show of hanging onto his arm whenever she could. Yet, that look, that complete look of love in his eyes when he saw her was... Stunning.

And it was a lie. At least for Alice because it was clear Jasper was hurting right now. From what I could tell he couldn't say or write her name. Much like I couldn't Edward. His pain must of been so much worse being an Empath and of course being married to the woman for 50+ years. Ofcourse, he was actually and truly in love with her. I wasnt sure anymore, of what I felt of Edward. Clearly, my pain was nothing to what Jasper's would be, that was the only thing that I knew for sure. I thumbed threw the other papers, his contact info was the second page, but there was a third.

Bella,

I forgot to call you Bella. I just dont want to write all that other shit again. Deep sorrow consumes me entirely.. I know how evil you can get if someone calls you Isabella. And.. I do wish that you reply. I have no idea why I said I didn't. I have no idea why the [ink blot again] i'm just going to stop writing now, already made a fool of myself.

Goodbye Bella. Hopefully you'll reply. Your able to reply..

For some reason that sent me into a fit of giggles. He was breaking the pens. Must of been. Or he was using a quil...more giggles at that mental image. Stoic, manly, Jasper, pulling out a feather and dipping it in ink. Some how his writing was sarcastic, deep sorrow consumes him was just to over the top to be right. I decided I'd use his email address. It would be quicker to receive a reply and I desperately needed to set things straight with him. He thought they gave a damn about me. Thought they were still here. Thought Edward was still here. They clearly didn't at all. I pulled out and powered up my laptop going to gmail as quick as I could.

Dear Jasper,

I just got your letter today. Your completly miss leaded in most of your information. One-

Edward, Alice and the rest of the Cullen clan have left. They were all gone 3 days after my birthday. Alice didn't tell me anything about you leaving. In fact she didn't even say goodbye. Edward told me you all had left...among with other things that didn't affect me well at the time. I've had a extremly hard time dealing with the absence of them all in my life. But i've managed to cope. I don't want Edward ruining my life anymore. I have realized a lot sense he has left. Our relationship wasn't healthy in the slightest. Not because he is a fancy fellow that actually has no fangs at all and I'm a breather. But because he treated me like I should be the most perfect Stepford Wife. No cussing, no friends, no life besides him, smile say yes to everything and that just isn't me. So I'm am trully glad I didnt get to know you then. Because you wouldn't of known me. The real me.

Secondly! YOU DONT NEED TO SAY YOUR SORRY. Your a vampire Jasper. I bled. You reacted to your instincts. I never once blamed you. In fact I worried that you'd be doing what you're currently doing in blaming yourself. YOU need to remember when to place the blame on yourself and when it's not your fault at all. She could of seen by buying the wrapping paper that I would cut myself. She could of seen the moment I picked up the gift. He would of heard her thoughts. I could go on to how the bastards at the company of the wrapping paper made it too thick and sharp but it was an accident. You weren't the one that threw me into a table with of glass plates that sliced my arm open.

Thirdly. I actually don't mind Isabella anymore. People still call me Bella more but I don't snear and let the evil flow when someone calls me Isabella.

Signed: Isabella, Bella, Bells, Bell, B.

I clicked send, satisfied with what I had written. I don't know why I was so excited about talking to him. I didn't know him at all. Maybe it was that he was a connection to them. Proof that they were here at one point in time. I had thought, in my more worse days of depression, that maybe I was crazy and dreamed them all. It had stuck with me, the thought, trickling into my thoughts at times. That I was just a girl, locked away with an over active imagination.

I felt as though I owed him though.I know he said it was not my fault but I couldnt help but think it was at least partly. I shut the laptop and crawled under the blankets. I wouldn't be crying tonight. What do you know. I wasn't disappointed. How strange.

My nightmares had started after Edward had left. They ended slowly when Jacob filled the void in my heart. Now here they were again with a vividly violent passion.

Darkness consumed my vision. Deep greens, and dark brown. My face was on the muddy moss. I lifted my head in a daze. Blurry vision nearly making me fall back to the ground. I looked around to try and find out where I was although I already knew the answer. The forest of Forks, Washington. Where everything bad in my life begins. I spotted red eyes in the distance. In the creepy to fast way that vampires do in horror films the eyes were suddenly rapidly cutting towards me. Like the flash of a strobe light. It was cold in the forest. It was raining. His hair was matted to his face. Wavy hair to the jaw line hanging in wet curls. My eyes traveled down him to notice the white shirt he wore was covered in mud and blood... Dried icky blood. Dark crimson. I could smell it. Who knew even i dreams one could feel faint. Fear took over my body and sent me weakly crawling backwards till my back hit an oak tree. Jasper flew towards me and grabbed me by my throat pulling me to my feet. A blood curdling scream came from somewhere.

My back was ramrod straight in bed, as I realized the scream came from me. Ah the joy of a new nightmare. I was shocked Charlie wasn't in the room with me yet. Maybe I should take the sleeping pills I was prescribed months they'd block out my nightmares. I'd never had one of Jasper before. All were Edward or Alice. Couple times Emmett. Edward leaving, or trying to kill me. Alice the same. Emmett...Emmett is crying about how his baby sister had died. That..that was the one that oddly stuck with me the most. Well maybe not so odd. It was deeply disturbing to view. I missed him deeply. My brother I had always wanted, my big goofy bear like brother.

Jasper wouldn't hurt me. That I trusted. Again proving what an odd little duckling I am. He had dove for my throat once before, but in the company of six vampires being an empath, feeling their emotions. I glanced at the clock, 5:39 am. Guess I should just get up. No hope that I'd go back to sleep anyway. A thought popped into my head.

Email. I flew up from the bed, searching for my laptop in the faint light of morning. Success! I pulled it on the bed and opened it. Tapping my fingers as it seemed to take eons for it to wake up and then the internet had to kick it. Oh how I hate slow internet speed. Finally! Gmail, my friend we meet again. I scrolled through spam and facebook updates to find the I was looking for. He already replied! Small happy dance in my bed begins to take over body.

Isabella,

You give me too much credit when I do not deserve it. You were always too forgiving.

More concerningly, they left you? I can't fathom how they could do such a thing...I don't like talking like this I can't get what I need to to tell ya straight. Would...you care if I came to Forks for a visit? There's so much I have to tell you. So much we need to discuss, I can't convey what I have to say properly over this thing.

J.

My jaw was slightly agape by this news. I never imagined he'd want to come back to Forks. Of course he could. There were many things I needed to tell and ask him. In fact, I was more than slightly happy about him returning.

Jasper,

Of course you can come back. It is a free country after all.

B.

BING! The sound rang out that I had a chat. He was online! [Insert girly squeals that alarms myself]

What the flying monkeys Bella? Why are you so excited over him?

Are you sure? J.

Positive. B

I'll be on my way then. J.

Wait one moment! B.

Yes Darlin? J.

I was taken aback by the darlin'. Slightly moving from the screen, eyes a little wide.

Darlin? Are southern? B.

Why yes ma'am. J.

Wooh. Didnt know that. Well you see there is something I should tell you about the residents of LaPush before you arrive. B.

The Indian Reservation? J.

Yes. Well you see my best friend is Jacob Black, hes from the rez and his legends saw his great-grandpa made a treaty with the Cullens...because there werewolves...And well Jake sorta.. is. Along with bout 6 others. B.

Your friends with a young werewolf? Bella what more of a danger magnet can you be! You must be careful. There tempers are known for have'n a rep for going off the charts and that isnt good for human girls. J.

Jacob wouldnt hurt me! Known of them would. I know how to calm them Jasper call me the werewolf whisperer if you will but I'm not stupid I know how to stay safe. B.

Safe would be fleeing from Forks. J.

But then I wouldnt be nearly as badass of a girl that hangs out with vamps and wolves. B.

You are the strangest person I've been graced enough to talk to. J.

Why thank you for your compliments kind sir. B.

So are you telling me this to warn me, or tell me not to come because you dont know how they'll react? Or as a reason for me not to come? J.

I'm telling to warn you, and that I must go and warn them. How long would it take you to get here? B.

Bout five hours running. J.

Not enough time sadly. I'll go to Jacobs right now. Could you me at my house around.. hmm say 3 pm? B.

That'll work. I have to hunt first anyway. I'll see you soon Isabella. J.

Bye for now Jasper. B.

Well, today would make for an interesting one. Alot had happened in a quick amount of time. It was time to be honest with Jake, to spill my guilty guts to him. It was 6:31 now I would have to rush. I dressed quickly as possible and ran down the stairs to find Charlie already awake and heading out for fishing with Harry Clearwater.

"Hey, Good morning." I said cheerily.

"Good to see you in good spirits Bella." Harry said with a wrinkly grin. I smiled at him and kissed my daddy on the cheek before I went into the kitchen.

"We're gonna go fishing today, plan on catching dinner. I think Sue's gonna cook. You'll be over want you Bells?" Dad asked.

"I dunno, I have work today. I'll try to come over if something doesn't come up. Do you guys want breakfast?"

"Already had it hun." Harry replies and my dad simply shakes his head no.

"Ok, be safe out there boys." I say as I put in pop tarts.

"Will do hun." Dad and Harry say togeher as they leave.

I wait until the cruiser is far away before I grab my pop tarts and run to my truck. I hummed the yellow brick road song as I made my way to Jacobs. Trying to keep my mind off of his reaction to my tale.

Chapter Three

Let's go back to the start.

I drove up to Jacobs house highly nervous, all while prentending to be dorthy, while really I was the cowardly lion. I knew he knew I was there, no need to tell a supernatural being that your monster of a truck has arrived. So I walked to the barn slash garage around back. I loved this place. So many good memories here. It's where I was healed, if only partly.

This is where our motorcycles were put together, his shown in the corner, glassy black and shiney silver. The rabbit was perfected, and currently under a blue tarp. My truck was fixed countless times. This is where I was put back together again. The girl that that all the kings horses and all the kings men could never put her back together. But Jacob did.

I sat down on the makeshift chair that used to be a 5 gallon bucket and waited for him. He bounded in the twin-doors a grin on his face. I returned it hesitantly. His grin disappeared.

"Bells..." One didn't have to know Jacob, to realize he was worried instantly.

"Don't be a freak Jake, I'm not falling apart again, I'm just worried about how you're going to react to something. " This was Jake, I can tell him anything.

He sat down next to me. "Bella, you know you can tell me whatever is going on in the purdy little Smurf head of yours." That earned him a glare, but although through his teasing, he confirmed my inner thoughts. He had been calling me Smurf ever since I dyed my hair blue and it was getting a little old. He snickered at me.

"Well...I probaly should of told you yesterday but I got this..." I told him everything. I completely spilled my guts in a rushed manner and didn't make eye contact the entire time. Like a child on trial I sheepishly looked up at him, under my lashes in a puppy eyed way.

"This dude still a veggie?" He asks.

"As far as I know, yes. We didn't talk about that."

"Didn't-! How much do you know about him?" He got that fatherly tone he sometimes gets more of now.

"Honestly, not a whole lot. I never talked to him because Edward was so jealous or protective about not letting me out of his sight. Jasper always was watching, always on the fringe of things. He didn't look like he belonged there. I always thought he was there for Alice and Alice only. Like he'd follow her anywhere. Now that she just threw him away! I have to talk to him Jacob! I have to help him, because if I somehow was even partly the reason she left him...I just owe him Jacob. And you can't stop me." With that I crossed my arms and swung a leg over the other.

I must of been a sight for him. My leg was moving up and down like Peg Bundy, my hair wasn't really brushed so it must of been all curly wavy blue mess, I glanced down at my clothing and noticed my shirt was on inside out. As I came to this conclusion Jacob dissolved into a fit of booming laughter.

With a shriek I got up walked to the other side of the barn and with my back to him quickly turned my shirt the proper way and put it back on. It was my clever shirt of "F*ck you, You f*cking f*ck." I bought it as soon as I watched "The Girl with The Dragon Tattoo." Good thing it was inside out, I haven't let Charlie see it. It may of gave pour Harry a heart attack. Ah the looks I achieved in this shirt always made me all giddy on the inside. I also wore my black jeans and simple black combat style boots.

"Stop laughing you ass-clown." I said a little peeved that he still was giggling like a blonde girl. It wasn't that funny.

He straightened himself out. "Do you really trust him Bella?"

"Yes. I do." I said with a strong unwavering voice.

"Then it's your life. You do as you wish with never going to be ordered to do something that you don't want to. You're not going to be with me, I've come to that conclusion already. I trust you. I trust your opinion of people. I mean you're still alive. A little damaged but alive. Just make sure he stays in there area. I'll make Sam aware. " A breath I didn't know I was holding was released.

"Thank you Jake. Really thank you for everything." I truly was thankful for my Jakey.

"You wanna do something today? It is Saturday. Ya know, before your leeche shows up."

"I have work today from 10 to 2:30 at Newtons. " I looked at my cell phone for the time then. 8:31 am.

It was a while before work, and something was prickling against my senses. I know I should be thankful Jake took the news so damn well...but I thought he would through a complete and utter toddler tantrum.

"Jacob." I said in a accusing tone.

"Yes smurfet?"

"Why did you take this news so damn well?"

"Because I'll be there with you. Naturally." He said it like it was the most normal thing in the world to say. Like I'm the dumb blonde that should of known this news.

"No freaking way Jacob Daniel Black!" I was on my feet in an instant.

"Yes freaking way Isabella Swan!" I shot him my most murderous glare I could summon.

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Bella, you can't possibly think I wouldn't. I mean with your rep with leeches, being alone with the males especially, leaving you broken in one way or another how couldn't I?" He said again in the tone like he was speaking to the mentally ill or the elderly or a three year old.

"So if I get eaten you can say "Well at least I tried." [says in the worst impression of his voice over]" I said rather meanly. Now I was on the receiving end of a glare.

"FINE. But you're only saying hello then leaving. Like ten minutes max. I swear to the holly mother of hostess twinkies that I will stop your breathing if you don't."

"You're so scary. Like really. Like I can't even like move right like now." Full blown valley girl tone. I kept my face straight for as long as I could, I wanted to be mad, but I couldn't. Jacob was easy as breathing. All rainbows and giggles. Safe.

After a while I looked at the time again, it was ten and I should be leaving for work. Still so long till I see the person I hadn't seen in 6 months. I realized then as I looked at the calendar of, rather inapproraite girls on mortcyles, that it was March 18th. It had been a year exactly from my first day at Forks High. First sight of Edward. The first sight of the one who looked like he was in pain. The start of it all.