A/n: yes guys. i am back. i thought i could stay away. but being away from ff has made me realize that i can't write. i honestly haven't written anything decent since i finished The Possibility and the Promise. and after talking with Rachel, i realized i couldn't stay away any longer. So, here i am, with a new story and a new outlook on writing. i'm hoping desperately that you all don't hate me too much and you'll actually read my story and stuff. and yeah. i know this is short, but i'm just getting back into the swing of things, so you'll have to bare with me for a bit. thanks.

a note: this takes place in the middle of New Moon when Alice was supposed to have come back after Bella jumped off the cliff. in this story, though, Bella never jumped. so yeah, thats just something to take into consideration before you start reading.

disclaimer: don't own anything except the story line.

"Honestly, Bella, I don't know what you were thinking," Jacob said. He was going on and on about how irresponsible I was for trying to go cliff diving without him. It's not like I even made it off the freaking cliff, anyway.

I rolled my eyes and folded my arms across my chest. I felt like I was being lectured by Charlie. No, wait, even Charlie wasn't this bad. "Jake, just drop it okay?"

There were times – like right now for example – when I really wished Jake was normal, so that maybe, just maybe, if I punched him I would succeed in hurting him instead of me. This is what I got for having a werewolf for a best friend. Nothing was ever fair.

"I'm not going to drop it Bella!" His grip on the steering wheel of my truck was reaching a critical level. I was starting to be afraid for it. "You could have gotten yourself killed."

I resisted the urge to imitate him like a typical teenager fighting with their parent.

"Yes," I finally pointed out. "But I didn't. So it's okay."

Jacob growled and sighed at the same time. Or, at least, I think it was a growl and a sigh. Honestly, it was kind of an awkward sound. Anyways, he let the subject drop and kept driving toward my house. I was thankful that the discussion was over, even though it was more like Jake yelling and me huffing and puffing. I truly felt like a teenager for the first time in my life.

As we pulled onto my street, two things seemed to happen simultaneously. I felt Jacob stiffen and shudder next to me and I noticed a conveniently parked red BMW under the streetlight in front of my house. I knew that car, as much as I wish I didn't. I knew more about that particular one than I would any other model BMW. And I knew exactly who it belonged to.

Right as Jake slammed on the brakes, my heart started to speed up. The hole in my chest seemed to grow and grow until I felt like I couldn't breathe. This couldn't be happening. And yet, as much as I knew this pain would probably kill me, I needed to go back. I needed to know why they were here. Whichever one of them it was.

"Take me back," I whispered as Jacob executed the fastest U-Turn I had ever seen.

I could feel his eyes on me, staring at me as if I were already one of them. "Excuse me?!"

I couldn't look at him. I could only try to hold myself together and nod weakly. I had to get back to my house.

"No," he said, adamant. "Absolutely not. There is no way in hell that I'm letting you go back there. Do you have any idea who that could be?"

"Yes," I said, suddenly gathering strength. "I do, actually. I know exactly who it is, and as much I probably don't want to see them, I want you to take me back."

"No. No, I'm sorry. You can walk."

"Fine," I was already half-way out of the truck when Jacob grabbed my arm.

"Don't die, Bella," he said, his eyes pleading with me to get back in the truck and drive away with him.

I tried to ignore the pain as I rolled my eyes and pushed his hand away. "I won't, and I'll be yelling at you later for stealing my car. See you later, Jake."

I slammed the door behind me and started the walk toward my driveway. I hadn't realized how close we were. I was only two houses away. I listened as Jake try his hardest to speed away, but my truck was groaning in protest the whole way. I would have laughed if I wasn't so focused on how much closer I was getting to my front door.

In the back of my head I knew I should have been crying or something. I knew I should have been doubled over in pain and trying to keep my body from crumbling to the ground. But honestly, as I slipped my key into the lock of the door, all I could think was, "oh dear god, please do not let this be Rosalie."