A/N: Hey, guys! As usual, I own none of this material (though I wish I did…) except for the plot and dialogue! And if you haven't seen any of my stories before, I have a rule: Five GOOD reviews or I won't upload for an entire week! (In other words, you review, I update.) Enjoy!
I hopped out of my truck and sloshed up the wet driveway to the front door, reaching up for the key under the eave. I was excited to see Edward, who I knew would be here, as he always was when I got home from work. Charlie still didn't know, and I think he would have gone berserk if he had.
I slid out of my rubber boots and padded to the kitchen with just socks. Eager as I was to see Edward, my snarling stomach was demanding attention. I helped myself to a granola bar and an apple (all about the healthy, I know) and headed up the stairs to my room.
In my doorway, I stopped short. It was Jacob leaning against the wall, not Edward.
"Jake? What are you doing here?" I asked.
He was facing away from me. "I came to talk to you," he said quietly.
"About what?" I asked curiously.
"About… about you and your bloodsucker," he said, still facing away from me, his head bowed.
"Jacob," I said warningly.
"Sorry… you and Edward," he corrected himself with poor grace.
"What about us?" I asked.
"You… you need to break it off with him," Jacob said.
"Oh, my God, Jacob! Are you that immature that you're here telling me to break up with my boyfriend? What the hell is wrong with you?"
"It's not about me!" he snapped, still facing away. I didn't understand why he was looking away from me, but he was.
"Then what's it about?" I asked angrily.
He sighed heavily. "Bella… Today, when Quil was running patrol, he heard Rosalie and Edward talking in the woods. Rosalie was asking him if she wanted help, and Edward said, 'No. She is my singer, and her blood is mine. I'm going to do it at midnight. She'll come with me, no problem. I'm going to tell her we're going to Alaska early, but I'm going to take her to our meadow. She'll be dead in the morning. Don't tell anyone. Hopefully it'll look like we've run away together; I won't ever come back.' They didn't know Quil was nearby, and he came back to tell me. I swear to God, I'm not lying."
I had gone white at Jacob's words. "Jacob, please look at me."
Slowly, he turned. His eyes met mine, and something in them changed. He was staring at me like a blind man would stare at the sun. As our eyes met, I was immediately drawn to him, a feeling I had only experienced with Edward, and that hadn't been as strong as this.
Jacob had imprinted on me.