A/N: Hey, how did you guys like the first chapter? No one reviewed. I'm still gonna keep writing though :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of the characters; if I did I wouldn't drive a '94 ford pickup. ~one.w1sh
Chapter 2
All of a sudden, I could no longer hear his footsteps in front of me. My immediate reaction was to panic and wonder if I had somehow gotten lost, but then I heard his voice a short distance up ahead. "Bella?"
I breathed a sigh of relief and soon enough found myself out of the woods. A tiny bit of light crept through the broken blinds covering a window a few hundred yards away. It must have been his house. "Let's go," he said quietly, and I followed his huge outline towards the light.
As usual, it was pouring down rain, and we were drenched by the time we made it to the garage. It didn't even cross my mind that it might be dangerous to follow a man who I hardly knew into a garage; I was just glad to be out of the rain. He flipped on the light—a light bulb hanging from a string in the middle of the ceiling—and closed the door behind us.
Once my eyes were accustomed to the sudden brightness, I saw the outline of what must have been a motorcycle draped with a huge white sheet. Shelves filled with overflowing boxes of motorcycle parts lined the walls, and the shades were drawn on the only window. Jake was already digging through a box in the corner, not bothering to be quiet about it. He must not have cared if anyone heard him—or maybe there wasn't anyone to hear him. Friday nights used to find Billy and Charlie drinking beer and watching TV at my dad's house. I wondered if they still did.
I turned my attention back to the motorcycle. "Can I see?" I asked softly.
He looked over his shoulder and saw me staring at the sheet. Without saying anything, he stood up and walked towards it. He slowly pulled the sheet off it, revealing a beautiful motorcycle. It was painted black with red flames, and the way the light danced off the paint made it look like it was really on fire.
"Wow, I love the paint," I said incredulously. Not being a huge fan of cars, that was all I could safely comment on without making myself look like an idiot.
He laughed loudly. "The one thing I didn't do, that's what you like."
Embarrassed, I said quickly, "Well, I mean, I love the rest of the bike too, but that's just what caught my eye…"
"It's okaay. I didn't expect you to like it at all," he chuckled.
"I do like it!" I assured him.
"Oh!" he turned and walked towards the back of the shed. "I put the cables in here so I'd be able to find them later. Stupid me."
We walked back to the truck in silence, but somehow, impossibly, it had gotten even darker, so I stayed right behind him through the woods. We had left the keys in the ignition when we got here, and Jacob surprised me by hopping in the driver's side.
"Oh, I can drive," I told him.
"No, no, I got it." When he turned the key, the clock on the dash read 9:53. "Shit!" he said loudly, and before my door was even all the way shut, the truck started moving.
"What?" I said, alarmed.
"Curfew is 10! Do you remember how far up this road I left my car?"
"It wasn't too far, I don't think…" But I knew it was definitely more than 7 minutes.
By the time the clock hit 10:00, we were still driving endlessly trying to find his car. He switched off the headlights and said, "If we get out of La Push, I can switch the headlights back on and drive you home, and then just keep the car until the morning."
"How far is it out of La Push?"
"I don't go off the rez very much…I don't really know." There was a long silence, during which he brought the truck to a slow halt in the middle of the road. "Maybe it would be safer if you just stayed the night at my place," he said slowly.
Shocked, I said, "Um, no offense, but I barely know you."
"You trusted me when we were little."
"We've grown up since then. Everyone's innocent at that age."
He smiled. "Look, I'm not gonna pull anything. You can sleep on the couch and I'll sleep in my room. If you really want to, we can try to fight our way into the city in the dark."
"Is Billy at my dad's place?"
"Yeah, he's always there on Fridays."
"My dad will worry if I don't come home."
"I'll call."
I stared at him. "You think our dads are just going to let us have a little sleepover?"
He laughed. "I know you've been caught up with that Cullen kid lately, but since you've been ignoring everything else, I've been at your place every Friday night, drinking beer and watching football with Billy and Charlie. He trusts me."
"He might trust you, but he trusted Edward too, and he never let me stay over at his place."
"Yeah, because he knew Edward was in love with you."
"Still…"
He shrugged and turned my truck back on. "Whatever you want."
"No, no," I said, suddenly, surprising even myself. "Go home."