(A/N: Another twilight fanfic. The story takes place when Jake is 11 and Bella lives with her father, instead of Renee. Both La Push kids and Forks kids go to the same school and the name of the town is Spoons. Please review!)
The school, my prison. The teachers, prison guards. My classmates, comrades in arms. It's not like I don't love school. It just seems, silly, especially since I know everything. The real reason why I endure school every day was to spend time with Jacob Black. Jake, he's just so good. With his tall frame, russet skin, long, dark hair, and eyes that could melt even a heart of stone, you couldn't help but smile. Some other girls had noticed too, because he's shown me cards drowned with perfume sitting in his locker thanks to the thin slots at the top. Each word I read cut me to the core. I couldn't help but think that this boy wouldn't ever be mine.
Setting: A prison cell of the worst kind, Science class
"Hey Anela!" my best friend Quil yelled, scrambling to sit down beside me. Late, as usual.
"Hey Squishy, what's up?" He scowled; he hates it when I use his family nickname.
"Ha ha, funny, Nela. I came to talk business." His somber face was surprising. He's always happy.
"Quil, I'm not going to kiss you, that's final." I was slightly appalled that we were about to go through that again.
"No, no. That's not it." He was blushing, ever so slightly. "I just wanted to know if you like Jake."
"What? Why do you think that?" I couldn't believe he knew. You might be wondering about the best friend thing. Totally true. But he was also Jake's best friend, and could not keep a secret.
"You didn't answer my question. Do you?" Dang, he was never this direct. I guess I have to tell him. . .
"Quil Atarea! Are you paying attention?" The teacher garbled on her stool at the front of the class.
I shot her a grateful glance, but she wouldn't know why.
A few days had passed since the confrontation in science. I had avoided Quil, but he didn't seem to mind. He had been spending time with Jake. Whenever anyone saw them, their heads were huddled close together, seemingly in debate. Over what, I couldn't tell you. I quietly surrounded myself with preteen estrogen.
"You need to get over him." Bella said, assuming the role of older sibling again. She knew about my feelings for Jake. Honestly though, it wasn't as if I could turn on and off my emotions. When I fell for a guy, I fell hard. She should know that by now.
"But Bella, I can't. I just can't help it." Even though I was distancing myself from him, I missed him. Missed seeing him laugh when Quil said something he wasn't supposed to; missed talking to him, even if it was about his ever-growing fan club; missed his eyes. The ones that melt people. Remember?
Charlie walked in the door, smiling as he saw me.
"Well, little missy, come on over here and give me a hug." He was always like a father to me. With my dad away so much, I needed some paternal guidance. But I couldn't talk about Jake with him, like, there.
Bella called from the kitchen to ask if I was staying for dinner. Seeing as I hadn't had dinner with my mom in a while, I was here so much; I declined and decided to walk home. I had things to think about.
And for once, it wasn't raining. I could admire the greenery without the wet. My house was only a half a mile away and it shouldn't take me too long to get there. My thoughts kept flickering to the last time I saw Jake. He was with Quil, naturally, and a piece of paper was between them. As I passed by, both scrambled to cover it. Even though I swore that I wouldn't, I looked back and saw Jake smiling at my retreating figure.
Why are they acting so weird? Did they know? Did they care? I had no idea. I liked him, really did. But, why was I always questioning myself around him? It's not like he cares. It's Jake. It would be weird to think of him as just a person because he meant so much more.
