Author's Notes: Hey there guys. This is... uh... my English assignment. That's why it's so short, cause the limit was 400 words. ...And I've got almost 500 here, but wtv. And, uh, the monologue takes place after Bella's realization that, uh, her best friend is a werewolf. Enjoy. Or not. I wrote this for my teacher, so...
Disclaimer: Don't own New Moon, Twilight, or anything related to it. So leave me alone.
It can't be. Jake just can't be one of those huge wolves running around in the forests. He'd never hurt anyone. Ever. Not the Jacob I know.
But he's changed. Jacob's been growing more distant from me and going to hang out with Sam and his gang.
Sam. Charlie says he's a good boy and that I ought to be grateful when he found me that night when I stupidly ran off in an attempt to find – yeah. Can't think about him. Still, Sam's always been different, and I didn't trust him. Guess I was right. Sam was undoubtedly the big wolf who looked like he was in charge.
I suppose I should be a little more alarmed discovering that a bunch of teenage boys in La Push are secretly werewolves, but after meeting the Cullens… It's no use. No matter how hard I try, I can't keep my mind off the Cullens. Charlie's probably right; I should hate them for doing this to me, but… I was never good at holding grudges. Not against Edward and his bronze coloured hair and golden eyes… no. Words are never enough to describe his appearance, and it's been so long. I can't, I can't even picture him perfectly in my mind anymore, no matter how hard I try. That's probably what he wanted to achieve by taking away my pictures of him. How could he not know how much it would hurt me?
I remember the first time I took a picture of him, and how I was uncertain if the picture would turn out, because of the ridiculous myth that says that vampires wouldn't appear in mirrors and stuff. Those were the good times, and life was bliss. I don't regret meeting him, no matter how he feels.
Edward never hurt anyone. Ever. I know he wanted me, or more precisely, my blood, but he never hurt me. He wouldn't ever hurt me. And Jake wouldn't either. Not without some kind of reason behind it all. Maybe Sam's pressuring him; maybe he's scared of him. He sure looked scared when he can here tonight. And he told me that he wasn't allowed to tell me about his secret, and I had to figure out the werewolf thing myself. And now that I know about it, I can ask Jake myself.
Everyone agrees that Jake's a good person. Uh, wolf. Whatever the proper term is. He doesn't deserve me jumping to conclusions. Maybe he took no part in the killings. I have to talk to him. But still, while he might not listen to me, I'm scared for his future, or that he won't have one if he stays with those guys. Maybe I should talk to his dad, Billy, about this too. I'm going down to La Push. Right now. I don't care how late it is, I don't care how far it is, I have to go, and hopefully get this whole mess straightened out.
