Previously:
"I don't know what you're talking about," I lied. I knew exactly what he was talking about. He was talking about the whole being able to feel people's eyes, and almost read their thoughts.
"Don't lie to me," He said, those dark brown eyes piercing right through mine; it was almost as if he could see right through me, to my soul, as dumb as that may sound.
"I'm not," I said, shakily, but I knew he didn't believe me, and I also knew something else.
I wasn't alone. Jacob Black was 'different', too.
Chapter 2: The Truth Comes Out
Chloe POV:
"Jake, come eat!" Nicole called from the kitchen. Jacob looked at me for a couple seconds longer, and then finally got up and looked away; I was glad. His staring was starting to give me the creeps. I followed him into the kitchen, and saw him whispering something into her ear, looking extremely serious, a look that seemed oddly out of place on someone as young as him, but also as if it somehow belonged there. Nicole looked at me with big eyes, and Jacob stopped talking right away, turning and getting some food.
"I don't know what you want, Chloe," Nicole said. "You can eat anything you can find." I looked through the fridge and found things to make a quick salad, but my appetite had kind of disappeared the last couple minutes. There was something off about the Black's, and I wasn't really sure what it was.
We sat down in the living room, and I kind of picked at my salad, forcing myself to eat a few bites of it. When Nicole and Jacob disappeared into the kitchen, I concentrated and could just barely make out their hushed voices - how I did it, I'm not sure, because I know they should've been too quiet for me to hear, but for some reason, they weren't.
"…don't know what you expect me to do," Nicole was saying.
"I expect you to tell her!"
"Jake," She hissed. "I can't, and you know that!"
"Why not?"
"Because… Jake, you have to tell her! You know that! That's the rules!"
"I know, but I can't tell her!"
"Why not?"
"Because, she's," He paused.
"She's what?" Nicole asked, and I knew without seeing her she had her hand on her hip and was waiting expectantly for an answer.
"I don't know, there's something about her that I just really don't like," Jacob sighed.
"Oh, so you don't like her, that's it. So because you don't like her, you expect me to break the law for you. Well, Jacob, it's not happening. Now grow some balls and do it yourself," Nicole said, with the attitude that, no matter how bitchy, I found quite amusing. Jake muttered something that I couldn't hear, and then I heard some banging, and he came back into the living room, and glared at me, grabbing his coat, and leaving the house, slamming the door on his way out. Nicole came in, looking mad.
"What's his problem?" I asked, confused.
"He's mad at me," She shrugged. "Nothing new." She glanced out the window. "He had better not touch that truck," She muttered. Then she turned back to me, once she waited for him to walk past the truck, down the road. "Do you want to watch a movie now, or we can find something else to do," She said.
"Do you want to watch the movie?" I asked.
"Sure, if you want to," She replied.
"Okay," I said, and she got the movie, and put it in the DVD player.
{(~ - ~)}
The movie was really good, and I ended up forgetting about the conversation I'd overheard, and what Jacob had said to me, and just had a lot of fun. Jacob finally came back around 2:30 that morning, just as we were finishing our last movie.
"Hey," I said to him, casually, as if we talked every day, as I brought our popcorn bowl into the kitchen.
He nodded, almost stiffly, and that's about when I remembered everything. I came back into the living room, and Nicole yawned.
"You ready to go to sleep?" She asked.
"Sure," I said, even though I wasn't. In fact, I was wide awake. We went to her room, and laid down, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't fall asleep. I started to get a headache, and a little after 3, I carefully got up, being as quiet as possible, and headed into the kitchen to get a drink. As I passed his room, Jake came out, and we bumped into each other.
"Sorry," I said, automatically.
"I'm sorry," He said at the same time. "What, not gonna bitch at me this time?" He said, venomously. I looked down, and pushed passed him in the narrow hallway. I grabbed a cup, and tried very hard to keep my temper from rising. I filled it with water and swallowed it down. Jacob stood in the doorway and watched me.
"What?" I snapped at him, finally, annoyed with his staring.
"And the bitch is back," He said dryly.
"Would you stop that, already?" I glared at him.
"Stop what?" He replied, smoothly. I glared at him, considered slapping him, but then just threw the cup in the sink and pushed past him into the living room. I sat down on the couch, and pulled my knees up to my chest, resting my head on them. I could feel Jake watching me - that was probably what I hated the most about his staring, being able to feel his eyes on me - but I didn't bother saying anything, or even acknowledging that I knew he was there. I heard him cross the room.
"Are you okay?" He asked, surprising.
"Like you give a damn," I retorted. There was a short pause. I still refused to look at him.
"Maybe I do," He said. I looked up at him.
"We both know you don't, so don't even bother pretending."
"Yeah. You're right. I can't stand you."
"Good to know. I can't stand you, either," I said, and got up, going to go back to Nicole's room, but he blocked my path, and I wasn't going to touch him again. It gave me a closer look into his heart and mind then I wanted, which probably sounds weird - heck, everything about me is weird. When I touch someone though, I can read their emotions and, occasionally, thoughts better, even if it was just an accidental brush of hands. It wasn't really enough to notice though, with most people. With Jacob though, it was definitely way more prominent than with others. His thoughts and emotions were just… out there, which is kind of weird, because he seems like the kind of person who keeps to himself.
"Chloe," He began, and paused.
"What?" I said, glaring up at him. He was tall, really tall.
"Okay, look, I know you hate me, and trust me, I'm not too big a fan of you, either, but I need to talk to you about something, and, well, um, it's kind of important, and, well," He paused, suddenly unsure of himself.
"Just spit it out, already," I said, impatient on the outside, while on the inside, my feelings were in a turmoil.
You see, ever since meat started making me nauseous, that was about when all this feeling people's eyes/knowing their thoughts stuff started. I never said anything about to anyone - it seemed crazy, and I was popular, I didn't want to lose that. I was thinking that maybe now, though, I was about to figure out why it was happening.
"It's not that easy," He glared at me. "And you won't believe me."
"Nope, I probably won't."
"You'll think I'm crazy."
"Well, if that's what you're worried about, then it's already too late," I smiled up at him, sweetly.
"Cute," He said, sarcastically. "Sit down," He told me. I looked at him and raised my eyebrows. "Please," He added a little annoyed.
"That's better," I said, and sat on the couch, trying to hide the anxiety that I felt - and I think I did pretty well too, compared to how well Jacob was hiding his nervousness, which was not at all. He sat down next to me. "Is it really that bad?" I asked, hesitantly, giving away how I truly felt, just in the way I said the sentence. I sounded scared - and I didn't like it. I never sounded scared.
"No, it's - it's not bad," He assured me. "It's just, it's weird."
"And crazy?" I asked, smiling a little. He looked down at me, and the edges of his lips curved up, just a little. It surprised me. It was as close to a smile - a real smile, at least - that I'd ever seen him come.
"Yeah," He agreed. "A little crazy." In that moment, it was almost like we connected, and I decided that maybe I was wrong about him - maybe he wasn't all that bad.
And then I was jerked back to reality, and I couldn't figure out what was wrong with me, why I would've ever thought that.
We sat there, in awkward silence.
"Alright, well," He paused. He sighed and looked at me. I knew exactly what was going through his head at that moment. "Okay, look," He started again. He looked at me, and then mumbled something under his breath. "Alright, well, I'm just gonna spit this out," He said. I waited in silence for a few moments. He still didn't say anything.
"Umm… Jacob?" I began.
"Don't even," He glared at me. I pursed my lips together and didn't finish my thought. I decided that was best, since that thought probably wasn't going to be very nice, anyways. But seriously, I was starting to get just a little impatient with him. He took in a deep breath and let it out.
"I'm a werewolf," He said, super fast, so fast, in fact, I wasn't sure I heard him right.
"What?" I asked.
"I said," He replied, glaring at me, "I'm a werewolf," He spaced his words evenly. "And Nicole's a witch, and vampires are real." I stared at him for a minute.
"Oh my God," I said, still staring at him, unable to comprehend what he was saying.
"See? I told you you'd think I was crazy."
"Just… give me a minute, would you?" I said. "That's not really something you can just say to someone and expect them to just instantly be like, 'oh cool, so do you really change every month at the full moon?'"
"We don't," Jacob said. I glared at him. "What? We don't…"
"I wasn't asking?" I said, my teeth clenched.
"Well, I'm serious. That's just some bullshit myth. We change whenever the hell we want - "
"Jake!" I snapped.
"What?"
"I said give me a minute!"
"Yeah, but, ugh, fine," He frowned, crossing his arms. I tried not to, but I couldn't help the smile that formed, and then I started giggling, and then full out laughing. He looked at me, confused. "Well, great. You think I'm crazy. Dammit, where's Nicole?" He muttered, starting to stand up.
"No," I said, grabbing his arm, noticing a tattoo that was on his forearm, just barely covered up by his tee shirt. "No, it's not that," I said, struggling to control the giggles. "You just," I paused, trying to think of how to word what I was thinking.
"What? I just what?" He asked.
"You looked so cute," I said, collapsing into giggles again. He looked at me like I was the crazy one now.
"Alright, I'm getting Nicole," He said, and started walking away again.
"No, Jacob," I said, jumping up and grabbing his arm again. "It's fine, sorry, I'm done now. I'll be serious," I looked up at him, and realized I was still holding his arm, and quickly let go. "It's just. Well, it's like, 3 in the morning. You got to give me a break, here."
"Yeah, you're right."
"Okay, so," I said, plopping down on the couch. "What exactly does this werewolf thing have to do with me?" I said, as naturally as I possibly could.
"Well, you're a witch, just like Nicole. I'm not sure how, but you have some witches' blood in you somewhere. It's probably not a lot, and sometimes, when you just have a trace of blood, the powers only show up every once in awhile, you know what I'm saying? But you've got the powers, that's for sure, but I don't know if they've started to show up yet -"
"They have," I interrupted. "Or at least I think they have," I added quickly.
"Well, they probably have," He said. "They usually do, when your 13 or 14."
"14," I said, softly.
"What?" He asked, and I wasn't sure if he didn't hear me, or if he just didn't understand.
"Nothing," I said, shaking my head, kind of sadly. I rubbed my arms; I was cold. Nicole's room was freezing.
"Do you want to sleep out here?" Jacob offered, noticing. I looked at him surprised. I realized that at some point, he stopped thinking of me as some bitchy girl from Florida, and we were almost sort of friends. "It's a lot warmer than Nicki's room," He added.
"Yeah, I've noticed," I said, stifling a yawn.
"I'll get you a blanket," He said, disappearing down the hallway, and coming back, handing me the blanket. "Look, I know that I kind of just threw that all at you, but we can talk more in the morning or something, and I can explain stuff better, but I'm really tired right now, and -"
"Yeah, me too," I interrupted, so he didn't have to make more excuses. "I'll see you in the morning."
"Okay, 'night," He said, turning around.
"Night," I whispered as he leaned over and turned off the light. I wasn't sure if he heard me as he went down the hallway, and disappeared into his room.
A/N:
Alright, so I know that it's been awhile since I updated, but that's because I hadn't gotten any reviews, and I didn't know if anyone was even reading this one, so I basically concentrated on my other FanFic, because that one was getting way more attention and I knew people were liking it. I decided that I like this one a lot though, so if you read, and you like it, good for you, and if you don't… well, oh well, I'm having fun writing this one. I'll try to update as much as possible, but with school and all of the other things I'm doing, I don't know how often that will be. Thanks for reading, and please, please, please review! I would really appreciate it! Thanks. :) oh, and a special thanks to Mostwanted457, my only reviewer for my first chapter! I appreciate it! If it wasn't for you, I'm not even sure if I would've even added this chapter!
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