I don't know what to expect anymore. I mean, what kind of person doesn't even know their own heart? I pledge my love to one person and then…
It's gone.
Not even a little flicker of heat lit up my cheeks when Edward kissed and said good bye to me. None. What am I supposed to do? Am I to blame? This is so damn frustrating. I have no idea what to do when I see him tomorrow. I hope I'm not that obvious.
I am not amused. Not at all is what I want to tell him. I really, really want to punch his face, but I'm sure I'll probably just break my hand. Jacob's just standing in front of me, grinning widely, as if me glaring at him had made his day. I didn't think he'd come right in front of my school and demand to speak to me just because I'd refused him earlier. "Bella. How is your hand?", he says. I am fuming. He has no right to stand here, mock me and flirt with me. That combination, when tried out on me, is particularly dangerous, since I was supposed to be taken by a perfect and immortal vampire who loved me. But my body refuses to cooperate. Just being in close proximity to Jacob is making my heart go faster and make me feel lightheaded. You wish, I'd told him the day I hit him. He draws so much attention from the other students. They see his bulky frame and the motorbike behind him and stare. "Jacob not today, please. I can't handle you annoying me right now". I wave him off, but he actually looks hurt. "I annoy you?" he's grinning wider than ever now, his broad shoulders slightly shaking with laughter. All the students have gone in now, we were alone. No sign of Edward. So I let my silent tears fall, not caring if Jacob saw them. I didn't want to be lying cheat! "Bells- what's wrong? Is everything alright?" he looks panicked now, as if he's never seen a girl cry before. "Do I look okay?" I shoot at him. " I just don't know. Don't know what to do." Jacob sighs. "You know what? Just for you, I'll be the usual 'best friend Jake'; ok?" His eyes are sincere, so I plow myself into his arms, shedding my tears freely now, and he strokes my hair. I stand on my tip-toes to look over Jake's shoulder and see Edward standing there with his mouth agape. How am I supposed to get out of this mess now?