Author's Note: Sorry this is so short! My laptop broke so I wasn't able to really update, and I did this kinda fast... It's really just a filler and I'll try to update tomorrow, I promise.
Disclaimer: The little french guy in my head told me to tell you I own nothing.
Bella's POV: Chapter Two
I looked between Edward and Jacob, frowning slightly. Jacob grabbed me by the hand and gently, but quickly, yanked me off the chair I was on and into his arms, taking a step backwards. "What're you doing with Bella?" He growled, the rumble from his chest making me squirm in his warm arms.
"She got sick in class," the tall, pale boy responded, standing up and shoving his hands in his pockets. He seemed stiff, cold, and he narrowed his eyes as Jacob started to shake slightly, his grip on me tightening.
"Calm yourself, mutt," Edward spat before stepping out. Jacob loosened up a bit, letting me go and sighing. "Come on Bella, we're leaving."
The drive home after that was quiet, the silence awkward and heavy. Eventually, when the car stopped in my driveway, he reached over, hugging me in one of her bear hugs.
"I'm sorry about before Bells, but that guy is… Irritating."
"It's ok Jake," I replied, not sure I wanted to know why. He gave me a wary smile and kissed my cheek, watching as I slid out of the car. "Don't trip," was his annoying farewell, though I couldn't help but smile as I watched him drive off, that silly grin plastered on his tanned face.
I walked inside, dropping my bag on the stairs and sighing. I didn't particularly want to cook just yet, and I had no homework since I hadn't even gone to most of my classes, so I pulled out my favorite book. The old copy of Wuthering Heights opened easily, and I found the page I'd dog eared to save my place, settling back contentedly as Heathcliff dictated Linton's letter to Catherine.
Hours passed, and it wasn't until Charlie came home that I looked up from the yellowed pages of my book. "Sorry dad, I kinda' got caught up reading and didn't make dinner," I said, blushing slightly.
"Don't worry about it Bells, I've done without you for years, another day won't hurt," he replied, smiling at me. I nodded and sat back once more.
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