The rainy and desolate town of Forks seemed to have put a dreary outlook on everything that surrounded me. As I walked through the sodden streets, puddles splashed under my feet. I tried to fight off a sudden feeling of foreboding and trudged onward. To my relief, spring break was only a few hours away, just out of reach. But I figured that, since Edward was going to be by my side throughout the duration of the day, things would go rather smoothly. The warm brown sweater that hugged my chest just didn't seem warm enough. I squeezed at my sides and rubbed them, desperate for the friction. To my surprise, my pale cheeks had brightened and the tip of my nose followed suit. I'd been living in Forks for a couple of years now, and I could never seem to completely adjust to the cold.
It didn't help that my truck was under house arrest either. Charlie had gone off the deep end once I came home from my little incident with the Volturi, and wouldn't let my car out of his sight. Even if it meant I walk to school. I had told him countless times before that he was being ridiculous and was overreacting, but I didn't put up too much of a fuss about it. Edward had been picking me up ever since he had read my father's rage induced thoughts, and I had no problem with that. "Edward…" The name seemed to echo in my head, and I stopped mid-step. Shifting my weight to my left leg, my eyebrows pulled together and I blinked a few times. "Where is he? He's never usually this late…" My thoughts were cut short, when a fully amused laugh sounded to my right. I knew that sound anywhere. Whipping my head in his direction, I graced him with a glare.
"I was just trailing behind you, waiting until you noticed." He wore that same crooked smile that I'd grown to love.
His velvety voice put me in a thick haze, but I refused to loose…well, at least this soon, "Until I noticed what?" I prompted, a hint of fake anger in my voice.
"Until you noticed that I wasn't here." He let out a soft chuckle that sent shivers down my spine, "I didn't have to wait long."
I rolled my eyes and scoffed, "Yeah, yeah. Whatever." I walked out into the road and in front of his car, keeping my eyes locked to his. That's when I made the mistake. I blinked once, and the driver seat was empty. I flickered my gaze to the passenger's side to see smoldering eyes still staring into mine. I must've had a look of frustrating defeat written all over my face, for he laughed aloud as he pulled the door open. I stumbled past him and plopped down into the seat, my already rosy cheeks brightening. With steps that I was unable to catch, he had glided back over to the driver's side, and swept into the car.
Once he had seated himself, he started the car which let out a smooth purr, and directed his attention to me, a smug grin glued to his face. I had always hated that. Instead of fully watching the road, he'd look into my eyes and take brief glances to the street before him, as if to assure me that he knew what he was doing. I called it reckless, he called it skill. Unable to meet his intense gaze, I directed my eyes to the nearly invisible road that sped underneath us. "Are you excited about spring break? I hear that Ben and Angela are going to spend the first weekend together at the beach…" His sentence continued, but I wasn't able to catch the rest. La Push. Memories resonated through my mind, memories filing in one after another. Jacob…was he truly my enemy? Or just misunderstood? I would've sunk deeper into my thoughts, when I realized that the car was no longer moving. I scanned the area in front of me to find that he had parked in his usual space. I blinked a few times, and turned to meet Edward's worried eyes. His bronze hair hung in tendrils in front of his eyes, and he looked so beautiful then. The curiosity and mix of concern in them made my heart flutter.
Even though I knew he didn't mean to, his voice yet again disarmed me, and he brushed his finger tips against my face, "Bella, what's wrong?"
It took me a while before I could summon a response, "Nothing," I lied.
His forehead creased and his face lost some of its softness. "C'mon Bells, please." I couldn't look at him. I merely hung my head and admired the upholstery. With the length of his fingers, he coxed my head upwards and his troubled eyes imprisoned mine, "Please." I heaved a heavy sigh, and directed my sight to his chest. His eyes were just too much to handle. "Fine. I-"I immediately noticed that the cool fingers that had once rested on my cheek had been removed. I fought back the urge to touch the cold imprint of where his hand was. Now it was my turn to be worried, "Edward? What's-"
"Shhh," his voice was barely audible. Despite his smooth sound, his lips were pulled back into a snarl, and his unbelievably white teeth gleamed with the little sunlight that trickled through the thick clouds. His ghostly white hands gripped the steering wheel, and he appeared to be debating on shredding it to pieces or snapping it in half. His eyes were glaring straight ahead, the once warm orbs now blazing with anger. I swung my head around to see what had angered him so, and my heart nearly stopped. Rather, it beat at least five times its normal rate. I tried my best not to hyperventilate, but I couldn't help the uneven gasps for breathe enter and exit my mouth. There, in plain view on the grassy land ahead of me, was Jacob Black. It wasn't the fact that his finely chiseled features were fixed, and that his body trembled vigorously, barely suppressing the beast within him. It wasn't even the fact that his eyes were fueled with the same hatred that swarmed in Edwards. No, it was far worse. In Jacob's violently shaking arms, lay a body. It was deathly pale, and slight, with just a bit of curves in the right places. It was dressed in great fashion, which I completely expected. As my eyes analyzed the limp figure in the shivering arms of the soon to be Werewolf, they bugged with horror. Once they had reached the elegantly carved face, rid of any emotion, tears began to well in my eyes. Black, pixie like hair fell onto Jacob's forearm and her arms dangled freely.
My own hands trembled, and I tried to swallow. There seemed to be something caught in my throat, which I just couldn't get down. But I didn't care; I just kept my now large eyes fixed on this unbelievable image. Once I had gathered enough strength, my voice shook as I breathed, "…Alice…"
Note from the author:
Well, I hoped you all enjoyed! I'll be righting more, of course, and will be looking forward to any of your comments' or opinions. Thanks for reading!
The characters and main story belong to none other than Stephenie Meyer.