Over My Shoulder
A/N: Hello! This is a scene I thought was missing from the end of Twilight. But maybe, as a Jacob fan, I'm biased. I'll let you decide. Anyway, this is for all you Jacob fans out there. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: All rights go to the brilliant and talented Stephenie Meyer. I own nothing.
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Jacob's POV
I looked back over my shoulder at the celebrations inside. The music filtered through the open doors and lifted on the still air, up into the night's sky. The ring of laughter and happy conversation lingered around me as I hesitated. I could see her, clinging to him as if he were a life jacket, her eyes never once leaving his. He seemed just as entranced with her, murmuring quietly to her. Not that I could blame him.
I cringed as I recalled my choice of words. 'Pretty.' How completely ridiculous. She was breathtaking. And I had held her in my arms, gazed into her eyes and told her to break up with her boyfriend! What right did I have? My Dad was gonna pay for that! 'We'll be watching.' I bet I sounded like some sort of stalker.
Although I was ashamed to admit it, I liked the fact that I'd ruffled Edward's bronzey feathers. I liked the way I was just as tall as him. I still had a few years, I'd gain at least a few inches over him. The thought made me smile; I couldn't wait til he had to look up to me. Only a couple more years...
I sighed. Years. I thought back to the endless summers of my childhood when Bella would play on the beach with my sisters and I. Back then she was part of the family, one of my sisters. In a way, I suppose she still was. But she was so much more now. She was... Bella. Bella, who was nearly two years older than me. Bella, who probably never realised just what she did to me that day on the beach, when we walked, when we sat on the driftwood. Bella, who would never look at me twice. And why would she? When Edward Cullen stood there, her hero, her knight in shining armour. How could I ever expect to compete with that? According to Bella, he had literally saved her life in Phoenix. I couldn't be mad about that, of course I couldn't, but I could be resentful. Charlie had said she'd gone there to get away from Edward in the first place. If she'd have come to me, I could have kept her safe, kept him away from her...
I pulled myself from my reverie, and took a deep breath. I looked up at the velvet sky, marred only by the familiar silver orb hanging on nothing. My mind wandered back to my father's warnings. He seemed to genuinely believe the old tales of the tribe. Stories of wolves and blood drinkers. It was ridiculous. Really, I sort of pitied the old man for being so tied to his heritage. That was something that was never going to tie me down. I knew I wouldn't let myself be influenced by fading fables.
I shivered despite the surprisingly warm night, and headed off away from the school. I tripped a couple of times in the dark; this growth spurt had left me almost as clumsy as...
I forced myself not to think of her. After all, I was finally going to get that master cylinder.
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