(This story has a lot of words form New Moon. They're Stephenie Meyers sentences not mine. I had to add them in my story for obvious reasons….but a lot of it isn't exact.)
(Bella POV)
I stopped in front of Jacob's house, killing the motor and rolling down the windows. It was stuffy today, no breeze. I put my feet up on the dash board and settled in to wait….
"What are you doing here, Bella?" Jacob growled.
I stared at him in blank astonishment. "Jacob?" I whispered.
He just stared at me, his eyes tense and angry.
"What do you want?" Jacob demanded, his expression growing more resentful as he watched the play of emotion across my face.
"I want to talk to you," I said in a weak voice.
"Go ahead," he hissed through his teeth. His glare was vicious. I'd never seen him look at anyone like that, least of all me.
It hurt with a surprising intensity – a physical pain, a stabbing in my head.
It was kind of like a part of was fading away with the pain, but I couldn't tell where I was fading to…..
"Alone!" I hissed, and my voice was stronger.
He looked behind him, and I knew where his eyes would go.
Every one of them was turned at Sam's reaction.
Sam nodded once his face unperturbed.
The others, Paul, Jared, and Embry, I assumed, followed him in.
"Can we walk?" I asked while I could still speak.
He didn't respond in any way; his face didn't change.
I got out of the car, feeling unseen eyes behind the windows on me, and started walking toward the trees to the north.
My feet squished in the damp grass and mud beside the road, and, as that was the only sound, at first I thought he wasn't following me.
But when I glanced around, he was right beside; his feet having found a less noisy path then mine.
Jacob suddenly picked up the pace, striding ahead of me easily with his long legs, and then swinging around to face me, planting himself in my path so I would have to stop too.
"Let's get this over with," he said, in a hard husky voice.
My jaw tightened, and I spoke through my teeth. "I thought we were friends."
"We were." There was emphasis on the past tense.
The fading feeling came back harder.
"But you don't need friends anymore," I said sourly.
That's the first chapter! I know it's not a lot that we haven't already read but I promise it's more original then this. Please review so I can know what you think! (The more reviews I get the longer the chapters will be!