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Jacob's Story (for want of a better title)
"Mr. Warner, I'm not making it up this time!" whined Patrick Walters, who sat next to me in English. "I tell you it wasn't my fault that my paper fell in a puddle, these things happen!" I rolled my eyes along with the rest of the class. Patrick Walters was famous for his stories and excuses, as he almost never did his homework. I'd shudder to see his grade point average. I was doodling idly on the back of my folder, not paying much attention to the lesson. I never did anymore. Not since… my transformation.
"Just focus on not killing anyone," Sam had said. I smiled grimly to myself, finding it oddly amusing that it was now a concern. The "conversation" Mr. Warner and Patrick were having was continuing and, much to the class's delight, had already wasted 20 minutes of the period. I had completely zoned them out by now, lost in my imagination, thinking about life; the turn it had taken.
But I was brought back to the current world when Patrick groaned a disbelieving "that's not fair!" With a rush I could feel my anger spiraling out of control. No kid, I thought. You know what's unfair… turning into a monster that you had previously viewed as folklore, learning that all kinds of horrors are reality, and losing the one girl you've ever loved to your worst enemy. That is unfair. I worked desperately, trying to get as much calming oxygen into my system as possible. It wasn't working. Images of Bella, images of her with him, images of the redhead bloodsucker, of how scared Bella had been, of every horrible moment I had ever lived through flashed before my eyes.
And I had to get out of there. Fast. Without bothering to say anything, I rose, gathered up the small stack of books strewn about the desk, and strode quickly out of the room. No one protested. No one ever did that anymore. Not since… well you know. I wasn't fast enough though, because I had started to shake now. I quickened my pace, going as fast as a regular human could, heading for the main doors. When I reached them I threw them open, making an effort not to simply rip them off their hinges.
The forest wasn't far away, only a couple hundred yards off campus. I sped up even more now, after checking to make sure that nobody could see me. My entire body was trembling violently, making my teeth chatter, even though I would never again be cold. With a great effort I kept myself human until I broke through the tree line, but after that I let go, allowing my emotions to take over. Rage. Despair. Pain. I felt it all, and it was ripping me apart. And with one last throb, I was no longer human.
I could hear my pack members' questioning voices instantly, wanting to know what had happened; how I had lost control in school. I really just wanted to sit down and feel sorry for myself, but unfortunately my emotions weren't really calm enough for me to realistically sit still for any amount of time. I sighed, and once again permitted my emotions to run wild. I crouched in a starting position, and then barreled off into the forest, not even noticing that I was headed towards Forks.
I ducked and swerved automatically out of the way of the trees that were a leafy blur. No thought registered in my mind, just my anger, my despair, my pain. It consumed me. I was running faster than ever before, and I knew that that fact would not escaped the notice of my pack members. An image of Bella's face flashed before my eyes, blinding me. But it didn't matter. I was no longer in control of my body; it didn't require me to steer.
I was within Forks boundaries within minutes. I kept in the trees, skirting along the road, not allowing myself to be seen. The trip to her house was short. Still in wolf form, I darted across the street, too fast for human eyes to see. I dashed into the cover of the forest, and stood there, my brain finally able to work fully.
Reason started to be a factor once more, and I could feel my rage diminishing. But I still wasn't going to leave. It would help me even more to see her. Or so I told myself. I could feel Sam's thoughts, as well as the others, screaming profanities at me. They could see, sense, understand, what I was going to do, and they did not approve. Pretty soon Sam was just going to order me to stop, and I wouldn't be able to disobey.
So, as quickly as I could, I shifted my position so that I could see through her window. It was after school hours now, and I knew that she would be coming home soon. I waited. But not for long. I could hear the car approaching. The quite hum of a very expensive Volvo. And I could smell him. My nose wrinkled in disgust, and I could feel anger and adrenaline coursing through my veins.
No. I would remain in control. I would never let that monster prevent me from seeing Bella. My Bella. But no… I thought to myself. She's not my Bella, as much as I want her to be. She chose him. I shuddered, that unbearable thought coursing its way throughout my body. The sickly sweet scent of a vampire grew more pronounced, and I stiffened, as I saw the car turn smoothly around the corner.
My heart raced. My head spun. I could see Bella. I could see her. And she was smiling. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life; she easily put a Bottachelli angel to shame. There was just no comparison. A soft pink flush coated her pale cheeks, giving her a healthy glow. Her mahogany hair seemed to dance, falling perfectly around her face. Her eyes sparkled, giving them more depth than usual. She was perfection.
But she wasn't smiling for me. It wasn't me that made her look that happy. I could, and never would, have that effect on her. She liked him more than me. Stop it, I commanded myself sternly. I would let nothing ruin this moment. As I gazed at her longingly, I saw the leech next to her stiffen. He could smell me. Damn it! I thought. He had sensed me, and I had just broken treaty.
