Author's Note: Okay, so I deleted my other story, The New Isabella Swan. Why? Because I felt it wasn't going anywhere, and that I wasn't getting enough reviews, and that the writing was just generally poor. So here's a new story, which I've called Goodbye. I hope you enjoy, and I really am begging you to review. Thanks so much, and I am sorry if you were enjoying The New Isabella Swan. By the way, in my story, Bella never went cliff diving in New Moon, Alice never had the vision, and the Cullens never came back.
Bella let out a moan as she tried to roll over, failing as she hit a brick wall. Opening her tired eyes, she found that the 'brick wall' was Jacob Black's body, and that he was still sleeping. Leaning forward to whisper into his ear, pressing her bare chest against his shoulder, she told him to wake up. He let out a groan, and peeled back one of his eyelids, instantly noticing Bella's chest exposed to him. He let out a chuckle as he rolled over to face her, letting his head settle just underneath her breasts. She giggled and nudged him aside, slipping out from underneath the silk, blue bed sheets and sauntering over to her underwear drawer. Jacob followed her, standing behind her and leaning over her to see what she was selecting.
"You know," He whispered, "If I was you, I'd just wear no underwear, so your boyfriend," He pointed to himself with a goofy grin, "Could enjoy your beautiful body all day long." He let out a chuckle as Bella pushed her thighs together and quickly grabbed some underwear; a black, lace bra and a matching lace thong. "Well, looks like someone's not in the mood."He pouted, "Have you fallen out with me?" He said, suddenly serious.
Bella shook her head, "No, Jake, it's not that, it's just---"She let out a sigh, and let her eyes move to the calendar which was pinned to the wall, above the alarm clock. "It's nothing, really, you wouldn't remember---"
"It's been three years, Bella." He said, not even having to look at the calendar, "Exactly three years, today. That's why you're so..." He searched for the right word, massaging her back as he did so, "So... jumpy and agitated. Because it's been exactly three years since he left." He kissed her cheeks as she pulled on her underwear and began to search for some clothes.
"I am not jumpy!" She retorted, "Or agitated! He's not coming back, and I accept that!" She walked over to the walk-in closet, opening the doors and stepping inside. "I'm going to be late for work."
Jacob sighed as Bella pulled on a black skirt and a green blouse, "Babe, you're twenty-one, and you work in an advertisement office block. Do you not get bored?"
"No, I don't." She said simply, "Why don't you pop round to my office later? And I'll show you how fun working in an office can be." She winked as she said this, rummaging through her make-up bag for some mascara.
Jacob let out a sexually-frustrated growl, and muttered something along the lines of, "I'll be there, but right now, I need a cold, cold shower."
Bella laughed as she watched her boyfriend walk out of their bedroom and into the bathroom. She smiled as she thought about her and Jacob's relationship; they'd been together for a year and two months now, deciding to give it a go a while after Edward had left and Bella was one hundred percent sure he wasn't coming back. She put down her mascara brush, after making sure her lashes were long, and elegant, and began to carefully cover her lips in red lipstick. Once she was done, she brushed her hair and fixed it in a bun, throwing her messenger bag over her shoulder as she walked out of the bedroom door. She flung the bathroom door open, stealing a glance at Jacob in the shower, and brushed her teeth.
"Come to my office at..." She opened her diary, flicking through it to see when she had no appointments and was on a break, "Uh..." She grabbed a pen from her bag and scribbled out a few things, trying to make room for their fun. "No, that won't do... No, can't do lunch, no; I have a meeting there... Ah! One o'clock?" She asked.
"Mm, okay!" Jacob shouted over the sound of running water, "I love you, Bella! Stay safe, don't get bitten!"
Bella laughed, told him she loved him too and that she wouldn't get bitten, and ran down the stairs. She stepped outside, the cold breeze instantly hitting her, and unlocked her car door. Jumping into her truck, she started the engine, and reversed out of the driveway, carefully manoeuvring around Jacob's rabbit, his favourite car out of the three that the couple owned; the truck, the rabbit, and the blue Mini Cooper that Jacob had brought Bella for her birthday (Bella only ever drove in the Mini on very special occasions, so it didn't get scratched or dirty). As she drove along the highway, she started to hum along to the radio, gradually easing the humming into singing, and then the singing into shouting at the top of her voice. She glanced upwards, into her mirrors, and noticed something. Two cars, following her. She pulled over, and they pulled over. She was about to get out of the car, when she noticed something.
The two cars were a silver Volvo and a yellow Porsche.