A/N: Ok, I've been reading Bella/Paul stories and I must say that I like them. I never have seen myself writing one of these but here it is. Tell me what you think! Sorry that it's so short, I may or may not continue this it's totally up to you guys.. :)
I was still standing there. Edward had left ten minutes ago, but I didn't move. I didn't feel anything and I stood there in thought. He said I was his mate, but everything he told me about mates contradicts him. He said, they wouldn't be able to leave them or hurt them, but he did both. He left and he was the one to throw me into the table. I wasn't upset, I was mad that I had been played. I turned and walked into my house. I walked into the kitchen and started cooking dinner.
While I was cutting the potatoes, I was thinking over something he said, "It will be as if I never existed.", Good. I didn't want to remember him. I scowled at the potatoes I was cutting and heard a laugh from behind me. It startled me so much that the knife cut my palm. I quickly dropped the potato in the sink and grabbed a towel to have pressure on the cut. I turned around to glare at the person, but I couldn't get the shocked expression off my face.
"Jacob, is that you?" I asked. He didn't look like the Jake I knew. He now had short, cropped hair; big, defined muscles; and he was a giant. I had to tilt my head back to look at him.
"Yeah, it's me Bells." He said while grabbing the first-aid kit off the top of the fridge.
"You look different." I said while he was wrapping up my hand.
"Yeah, I guess I do. And you do too, even if it is just a little bit, but I can't name what's different. Anyway, that's not why I came. And I can't stay long. I came to ask if you remembered the stories I told you when you first came here." He said looking up from my hand.
I nodded slowly, "The one about the 'Cold Ones' and the wolves, right?"
"Yes, think closely on that. And hopefully you get it." He said and I heard a howling noise outside. "I've got to go. As soon as you understand, please don't freak and call me first thing. Promise me."
"I promise Jake." I said and even while he was talking I was thinking about the story. I knew the cold ones were the Cullen's. Jake said then that the Quileute's were supposedly wolves. Is he saying what I think he's saying? I shook my head, I'll think about this later I told myself and went back to cooking.
Charlie got home as soon as I was putting the food on the table.
"Hmm, smells good Bells." He said and sat down after hanging everything up. I let him take the first bite watching his reaction. I normally didn't really care what he thought about it but I kind of worked hard on this tonight for reasons that I wasn't really sure of.
"This is good Bells, must say it's the best I've had since you've came, what brought this on?" He asked while taking another big bite.
"I honestly don't know. I just feel, freeish. If that's how you explain it." I said with a smile while taking my own bite, and must say that it did taste pretty good.
"What do you mean 'freeish'?" He asked still eating.
"Well, me and Edward broke up earlier and I didn't feel anything that I thought I would. You know?" I said while finishing my food, and taking my dishes to the sink. I turned and saw Charlie looking a little disgruntled.
"You ok Dad?" I asked and he nodded and smiled.
"I'm going to the rez tomorrow, Billy invited us to dinner and I told him I'd ask you if you wanted to come." He said while carrying his dishes to the sink.
"Sure, I'll come. But for now I'm heading upstairs, internet surfing, homework, listing to music, then off to bed. See you in the morning." I said and walked up the stairs. I grabbed my bag and did my homework easily then went over to my computer. Surprisingly it loaded fast and I went on looking at random things. I must say, something's people put on there are really hilarious. I felt my eyelids start to drop after awhile then grabbed my IPod and headphones and lay down in my bed. I played the music quietly for a few minutes so I could think over what Jake said earlier. If vampires were real why couldn't werewolves be real? I stared up at my ceiling and pictured my best friend as a big wolf and couldn't stop the un-lady like snort. I rolled my eyes. I would make him show me how he looked like as a wolf. And see if there were others. But all of this would have to happen tomorrow as my eyes closed and I was sleeping peacefully.