She can hear the gravel behind her; can see the headlights of the car flash into the storm. Rain is soaking into her back and down her neck – she didn't grab her coat when she left.
The crunching slows as the car draws closer. "Bella!"
She shakes her head and keeps walking.
"Bella! Stop it, okay? I know you're pissed at me, but if you stay out here any longer you're going to get sick,"
She bites her tongue, almost drawing blood.
She doesn't care.
His car is even with her now, his hand reaching for her; she moves away.
"Back off, Jake,"
His words still echo around in her ears.
He growls softly, stopping the car.
Bella pulls her sweater tighter against her, she's soaked to the bone and she knows Jacob's right. If she stays out here any longer, she will get sick, but she doesn't care.
A car door slams behind her and then Jacob's grabbing her arms softly. "I know you're mad, and I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad; I don't like to see you hurting, but right now, you've got to forget that, at least for a moment. You're wet, Bella, soaked to the bone. If you don't get inside soon and get warmed up, who knows what you'll catch. So just let me get you home, let me warm you up, make sure you don't get sick, and then you can go back to being mad at me. Just let me take care of you first, Bells…."
He pulls her close without waiting for a reply.
She sighs softly, as his warmth surrounds her, comforting.
"I'm still mad at you," she whispers softly into his chest, moving closer.
He laughs softly, "I wouldn't have it any other way, love." He tugs her gently back towards the car. "Now come on, let's get you home."
She sighs softly. Home. Home sounds nice.
She is still mad at him though.