Ch.1 "Mike, are you sure you don't want me to drive you home?" I asked half-heartedly with mild concern. Its not that I didn't have any decency at all for him, but I was a bit disoriented by the weird way Jacob had been acting before he drove off to La Push. I might be starting to be coming down with something myself, Ithought back to what Jake had said before he refused to allow me to take him home.
"Bella, I'll be just fine." Mike stated stubbornly.
"But, you could barely sit here talking to me without wincing." I said in observation.
"Oh believe you me Isabella Swan, it is hardly from the sickness I am currently experiencing. Your presence in itself hurts me well enough." He mumbled then quickly shut the door, not wanting to hear what I may say to that.
What? Did Mike need me to need him that intensely? Mike was a poor soul, I stood across the street in front of where his car had been for at least fifteen minutes contemplating of all the different ways tonight could have gone. Well the most usual way to have spent my night, most recently, would have been in La Push at Jacob and Billy Blacks' place do various, dangerous acts of foolishness, just the way I liked it. Another path would have been to simply go through the motions of watching a movie and perhaps getting something to eat. All would have been long and strenuous, but bearable. My last option I dare not let myself ponder. I knew I would regret it tonight, when I was alone.