A/N: All rights reserved. I am not Stephenie! (like you'd believe I was anyway)
Running
I ran through the woods – well, I stumbled – as fast as I could go. But it wasn't fast enough. He caught up almost as soon as I had started running, even though he had a sprained ankle. I stopped, what was the use of running?
"Bella, why are you running away from me?"
"Hmm, that's a toughie. Let's see Jacob Black, maybe because I've had about as much as I can take of your rudeness tonight?" The sarcasm was heavy in my voice. Of course, that wasn't the real reason.
"Come on, Bella, I'm not stupid and you can't lie. Tell me the real reason." Jacob demanded. His arms reached out and grabbed me on the arms, turning me to where our eyes met. Like that made it any more final.
"No," I murmured, a single tear down my carefully composed face. I slipped out of his firm grip and started running. Surprisingly, I made it out of the forest without him catching me. No, I wouldn't fool myself. He let me go. Poor Jacob. I hated causing him pain.