Summary: What if when Jacob fell in love and kissed Bella in Eclipse, he already had a girlfriend? How would she act if she found out?
I'm not Stephanie Meyer so I don't own Twilight. I wrote this when Eclipse first came out, ao it might not be good.
It was night time, and I was driving down the street of Forks, Washington on my way to La Push.
My boyfriend, Jacob Black , was hurt. Of course, as soon as I got the call I was out the door, waving goodbye to my parents.
l arrived in fifteen minutes, and I saw his friends and dad sitting outside.
''What happened?,'' I asked as I close the door to my car, a Volvo.
''He had a motorcycle accident,'' Billy said.
I was about to speak again, but a blood curling scream cuts me off. Jacob.
Billy and I flinched at the same time, and I noticed Leah Clearwater staring at the ground.
I leaned on the hood of my car.
''Why didn't you take him to the hospital,'' I asked.
''Because Doctor Cullen took care of it,'' Sam saod.
''Well then can I see him?,'' I asked.
''He's in there with Bella Swan,'' Quil said, throwing a pebble into the air and catching it.
Bella Swan. The bane of my exsistence. The reason I was so glad I was already Jacob's girlfriend instead of just watching from the sidelines. She was pretty, with long brown hair and big brown eyes. She was also Jacob's friend, and they spent a lot of time together. As a result of her moving to town, Jacob and I had been spending less and less time together.
But I was still happy, and I got flowers on Valentine's Day: red roses and a not telling my he loved me.
''Oh,'' I respond, my arms folded across my chest.
At that moment, Bella walked out of the house, wiping her eyes when she spotted me.
''Hi,'' she sniffled.
''Hello,'' I said as politely as I could muster.
''Who are you?,'' she asked.
''I'm Micha, ,'' I said. I assumed she already knew who I was.
''Oh, nice to meet you,'' she smiled.
Why couldn't she be a bitch so I could hate her and I wouldn't feel like one?
''Same here,'' I say before turning to Billy ,''Can I go see him?''
Billy nodded, and I made my way into the small red house to my baby.
He looked horrible, covered in bandages, a cast, and sweat.
''Hey, baby,'' I smiled gently as I sat next to him.
''Hey,'' he smiled weakly
''Are you okay?,'' I asked, my voice breaking on the last word.
''I'm fine, baby,'' he said, a smug smile fighting to stay off of his face.
He'd been this way for a while, so naturally I was used to it. It started around March.
''What happened,'' I asked, although I already knew.
''I ran into something on my motor cycle. I'll be fine,'' he said as if he had simply gotten a paper cut.
I stared at him in disbelief. How could he possible be okay if he had bandages down the whole right side of his body?
''How long are you gonna be in the cast,'' I asked, eyeing the heavy white mold.
''A while ,'' he said, as if I was annoying him.
''Maybe I should leave?,'' I asked.
''Maybe. I'll see you later,'' he yawned.
I kissed him on the forehead, then walked out to my car.