I was certain I was in the midst of some kind of conspiracy. Reason 1: it wasn't raining, and in Forks, that's a rarity. A very welcome rarity, of course, but it was pretty strange. Where the sun was usually a milky filtered light struggling through the clouds, today it shone with particular force, completely obliterating the delicate clouds that tried to stand in its way.
The rays melted down my back, as I sat shirtless and barefoot in the living room of my house. I was bent over a sheet of creamy paper, a pen clutched between my large hands. Surrounding me were several other sheets of paper, all scrunched up into tight ping-pong ball sized shapes. I'd hurled them across the room in my frustration, but they'd all rebounded off of the walls, most of them smacking me in the face. Trust me, it wasn't remotely funny.
Then my dad, Billy, wheeled himself in, narrowly missing a paper ball to the head as I scrunched up the paper in front of me and misjudged my aim.
"Sorry, dad," I muttered, turning back to the clean sheets of paper. Good thing I'd bought a whole stack of paper, this could take all day and all night.
"You need to work on that pitch of yours, Jake." He said, jokingly. "Nearly had my eye out there."
I only grunted, not in the mood for jokes.
"Is something the matter, Jake?"
I rolled my eyes, before turning around. "Of course not, dad, how could you think that?"
He looked concerned, unsmiling. "Seriously Jake, I'm kinda worried, I thought you'd be meeting Nessie today-"
"I know," I murmured. "I'm gonna, I just…it's complicated."
Billy nodded, but didn't push it. I breathed out loudly.
"I'm gonna go for a run," I said, pushing myself up from the floor.
He didn't bother to stop me, only nodded again. "If you do go round to the Cullens', say a hello from me."
"Will do." I headed out of the house, and walked until I got to the foot of the forests, before phasing, and breaking into a run.