Edward was out hunting, and I was bored. It was the only time we were apart now, but that didn't make it any more entertaining. So I decided to sneak out to La Push, maybe get Jake to talk to me, just for a minute or two. So I slipped into my car, thankful that Charlie was at work. I was technically no longer grounded, but I stayed as close to home as possible to stay on Charlie's good side. The man definitely had a mean streak when he had a grudge against someone, more specifically Edward. But I had to go see Jake, I'd made a promise to myself that I would see him smile again, and I swear it'll happen.
I knew Edward wouldn't like me going. He'd stop me. So I ran out and jumped in my truck. I prayed that he wouldn't get back while I was still I Forks. If I crossed the boundaries into La Push, he wouldn't even be able to bring me back forcibly.
Driving took longer than I thought; I guess I was spending too much time in a car with the Cullens. I stopped and parked a little ways away from Jake's house. I needed to build up my nerve for this. What if he didn't want to see me? What if he just slammed the door in my face? A million like questions raced through my head, but I pushed them away. I had to do this. I got out of the car and walked the block to Jake's house. I was about to knock when I heard voices coming from inside. Oh no. What if the pack is here? Will they even let me see him?
Before I could back away I knocked on the door. I heard the conversations come to an end, and the distinct sound of sniffing. Then I heard the growls. Crap, he wasn't alone. I heard footsteps, and then finally someone opened the door. It was Sam.
"What are you doing here?" he fairly hissed at me. He looked mad. No, he looked pissed. I took a deep breath before I started.
"I want—no I need—to talk to Jake."