Jacob's Pov

We were not even supposed to be at my house. We were supposed to be at Sam's. We just wanted to watch the game in peace. Yelling at the worst call ever fucking made
we almost didn't hear the knock on the door.

"I got it" Paul went through the door way and further down the hall to the door. Turning back to the game Embry yelled in outrage as Quil hassled him to pay up.

"The game is not over yet."

"Em my man, you know that there is no way that they can beat my team. They are already 20 points ahead of you. 20 points. There is no coming back from that my friend. Pay up."

"Shit." Em's face turned sour as he turned to reach into his pocket. Turning back around money in his hand his eyes grew huge and his hand went slack, money falling to the ground

"Geez Em don't be a sore loser, maybe you will win next time. " Quil continued on with a wicked smirk until he realized Em was not listening.

"Em what the hell man? Whats the .." Having turned around Quil saw Bella, standing before a shaken Paul. Paul looked to be in shock because his hand kept transferring between rubbing over the top of his head and moving to pull at neck. It would have been funny if I was not doing the same thing.

Shit.

The tension in the room could easily be cut with the bluntest spoon ever on earth.

Bella had made herself comfortable on the couch between a shifty Embry and Quil. It was like they had the jitters. She was watching the game, yelling and screaming having a great time. Everyone's eyes kept darting around. Smiles are uneasy and yelling comes out forced and strained. My leg can't stop shaking and the twitch beneath my jaw seems to be permanent. No amount of breath control or thinking could calm me down. We are in so much trouble. She is not supposed to be here. She is supposed to be at home resting, in bed.

The room seemed to be closing in on all of us. The light happy brown painted walls seemed to take on a sad and dreary look. Seth is going to kill us. I know it, the pack knows it, hell even the fucking walls know it. We are dead.

Looking up as Bella threw her head back with a great shout of glee, and kicking her legs up and down my eyes caught bare skin. Shit. She was wearing no socks. No socks. Damn't she's not wearing any fucking socks. Seth is going to kill us.

How can we save ourselves? How can we sav..

"Isabella Marie Clearwater, explain."