" Bella, I don't want you to come with me." He spoke the words slowly and precisely, his cold eyes on my face, watching as I absorbed what he was really saying.
There was a pause as I repeated the words in my head a few times, sifting through them for their real intent.
"You…don't….want me?" I tried out the words, confused by the way they sounded, placed in that order.
"No."
I nodded my head slowly and thoughtfully as I took this in. I saw this coming. "Well, I'm sorry to hear that Edward." I took a step closer to him; he didn't step back. "Because, I really do love you and I'm sorry you don't want me anymore, but I won't let you see how much this really hurts." I started to retreat backwards. "Good bye, Edward." I turned away from him and walked back home. That was the last time I saw Edward Cullen.
It has been four months since that day.
"Jake! Cut it out!"
After that day, I started hanging out with my best friend Jacob Black, who I just found out is a werewolf.
"Aw, c'mon Bells!"
"No, I won't do it."
"What are you? Chicken?"
" I am not. I just don't want to do this!" He and I made a bet to see who could ride on their motorcycle the longest without crashing. Guess who lost. Yeah, that's right me. So, for my punishment, I have to join a hip hop class.
"Jake," I whined, "can't I do something else?"
"No," he smirked. " You have to do this."
"Fine!" I walked into the room of torture. He was just doing this to see me fall because he knows how freakin' clumsy I am.
Halfway through the class, I realized something. I was really good at hip hop. Extremely good, actually. I could see Jake's reflection through the mirror and he was stunned. I didn't fall once.
Once class was done, Jake took my home. "I think I will stay in that class."
"You were really good. I might join."
"Ha ha. Yeah right, you are to busy with the pack. Ande besides, you can't dance."
"You said the same thing about yourself, and now look at you."
"True," I said.