(BPOV)
"Jacob, stop running so fast!" I screamed, trying to keep up with my werewolf boyfriend. I can barely walk in the first place, and now he has super fast running capabilities! Playing tag with him was by all means totally unfair. Sometimes, being a human sucks.
"Okay." He stopped so abruptly that I slammed into his back, falling right onto the forest floor. What a smart ass.
He sat next to me and gently pressed his lips to my forehead. "I'm sorry, I couldn't resist," he whispered softly. I almost gave into his deep, husky voice…almost. But, my cocky side likes to take charge every once in a while.
"It's fine. Just don't let it happen again," I murmured stubbornly. "But, I do imagine there are plenty of guys out there, who are willing to be my boyfriend, and that will never let me touch the ground, let alone be the very causeof it happening."
"Where's the fun in that?" Jacob asked, separating from me and looking into my eyes. His dark, practically black pools of liquid staring at me in the face. They literally lured me in.
"I don't know…but we're getting older, not everything is about having fun," I responded quite maturely, fighting the smile that was playing at my lips.
"You can barely say that with a straight face, Bells," he grinned, kissing me again on my forehead. I raised my face so he would kiss me where I wanted him to the most, but he pulled away. His face turned, and I could tell that he was listening to something intently.
"What the hell?" I asked angrily- I knew the reason he pulled away, but I didn't appreciate it very much. In fact, I completely detested it. He was about to leave me again-
"Sorry, the pack is calling, I have to go." And with that, he jumped up and started sprinting into the trees and darkness. Within seconds, I couldn't see him anymore.
"Love you, too," I whispered sadly. When it came to the pack, he could easily forget about me.
I got up and screened the area. Of course, I didn't have a clue where I had been abandoned. A normal boyfriend would've at least left a map.
Slowly, I started heading in the direction I thought I may have come from. I walked for a good hour, passing what felt like miles and miles of trees. Hell, it probably was. I was in a god damn forest after all. I gave up quickly to sit down on a rock and stare at the cold forest floor. "Aren't you supposed to stay in the same spot if you're lost, anyway?" I whispered to myself.
"As if that'd do anything!" I heard a dark voice laugh from a short distance. My eyes shot in the direction it had come from in new alarm. I made direct contact with a peculiar, but extremely gorgeous stranger.
"Who are you?" I asked quickly, my breathing becoming short and fast. I got off of the rock and walked closer to the figure. A regular person would run away- but I never really did paid attention during those Stranger Safety videos. Too late now.
"Just a mere backpacker," he said, grinning. "I heard you talking to yourself and strayed off the trail just to come help you."
"A trail? Where is it?!" I questioned anxiously, jumping up and down. A trail meant a way out, and a way out meant that I could get home and go have a cup of coffee.
"A quarter of a mile East of the exact spot you're standing in," he answered in a sure tone. How would he know that? It had to be a compass, or a GPS, right?
"Can you…take me there? Please?" I looked at him with what I prayed was sadness and hope.
"Already? But I just got here," he said in an alluring tone. It made me take a step back. Forget that, this man is probably trying to rape me, or some other shit. I could just feel all of my instincts screaming at me to get the hell away.
"You know what? No need. I'll just find my own way out." I turned on my heel toward what had better of been East.
"Noooo don't," he whispered firmly, taking my wrist in his hand.
"Stop touching me, you perv!" I screamed at him, trying to be brave and keep myself conscious. My head bent down as I bit him, hard.
"Ooh, you're a biter. I like that in a woman." With that, he winked.
"Emmett! What are you doing to that poor person?" A boy that God sent to save me came from the trees and toward us. He clicked his tongue at the sight.
"What? I'm just having a little bit of fun," Emmett said, letting go of my wrist to shrug his shoulders. Ironic how fun has been the topic of today, even though I haven't been having any-
"Scaring a little girl is fun? I'm disgusted to call you my brother!" He shook his head in disappointment.
"I'm not a little girl," I said in an attempt to look less pathetic.
He huffed. "I'm sorry… Miss. My brother needs to work on his interactions with people," he shyly looked down at the ground, searching for what to say. "Do you want to come back to our camp with us? It's the least I can do."
My boyfriend just left me to go run with some dogs. Even if I wasn't planning on it, I might as well have a little fun while he's gone. What's the harm, right?
A/N: (: thanks for reading!