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I straggled down the street, through the sloshing rain in my new water-proof boots. The day was gloomy as usual, especially with my new black leather jeans. The sound of Pink's new album blared through my headphones, mixing into my thoughts.
I hummed it as I pushed back my now red and black scene hair. The phone rung, officially scaring the crap outta of me. I dropped the bag I was holding, but gripped my phone with white knuckles. I took out my head-phones and stuffed them and the phone into my pocket.
"Crap," I cursed as I answered the phone. "Hello?"
"Bella . . . I'm sorry."
I recognized that voice; Jake. I wondered what he was talking about. There was an unnecessary amount of worry in his deep voice. I frowned.
"Sorry about what?"
"About . . . I can't see you anymore, Bella."
A surge of heartbreak surged through me, but I got over it. Anger overtook me as red filled my vision. How dare he comfort me, act like he liked me, flirt with me, then tell me he couldn't see me?
"Call me Izzy," I seethed through the speaker and shut the phone. He was a jerk. An absolute jerk.
I grabbed my old-new truck and sped through town, straight into Jake's yard. I put my phone gently on my seat, got out, and grabbed a crowbar out of the trunk.
I walked straight toward Jake's yard and with my crowbar in hand, abruptly stopped. A pack of gorgeous, mean looking guys were closing in. I was positive the tallest, meanest looking had made Jake. I had saw him jumping off of the cliffs at La Push, and heard Jake talking to me about how bad he was.
I growled and walked towards him. He backed into the rest and the second biggest came forward. Paul was his name. I remembered him also from me and Jake's talk.
"You," I spat. "Mister, are a jerk."
He growled, expecting me to flinch, but I didn't. I stood my ground.
"I hate you and your horrible antics, you arse."
He growled. I taunted him a few more times and he jumped towards me, and changed into a uge, frothing wolf. In self-defense I swung my crowbar as hard as I could. He flew back against a tree and changed back into a human. He was naked and whimpering.
I gasped in shock; partly because he was naked, partly because he had just turned into a wolf. I half smiled, as Jake walked out of his house. My knight in shining armor . . . not.
"Don't ever," I growled. "Mess with me again."
I walked away, slightly shaking my hips, got into my truck, and drove away. I felt satisfied I had won because frankly, now he was afraid. I was right. Don't ever mess with me.
