A/N: Here's another chappie. I'm not entirely sure what I'm planning on for this story, but we'll see...

Disclaimer: Own nothing of Twilight. Life isn't that fair.

Summary: A few days have passed since the occurance in Bella's kitchen and some miscommunication between her and Jacob is going to lead to something else....


Chapter 2

Misunderstandings

It had been three days since the incident between Bella and Jake had taken place in the kitchen.

They hadn't seen each other since the incident.

Bella had been hiding out in her bedroom for the past three days and Jake had shifted into his werewolf form, preoccupying himself by running around La Push at all hours of the day and night.

...The fourth day...

Jacob had just retransformed into his human form and was walking back towards the house for a late breakfast.

He'd been out all night and morning running and had decided to transform back to a human so he could eat a human breakfast.

As he walked out of the woods and closer to the house he suddenly stopped himself short.

He had just caught sight of the police cruiser belonging to police Chief Charlie Swan parked outside of his house.

Jacob blinked a few times, his thoughts wafting towards Bella immediately and he sighed.

She hadn't made any contact with him in four long days.

He wasn't mad though.

He was giving her her space, letting her take her time to mull over her feelings before they had another face to face meeting.

He just hadn't thought it would take this long for her to sort out her feelings.

At this point he too had been thinking through everything he and Bella had gone through and what was in store for their future.

He bit his lip nervously as he once again began approaching the house.

His own damn house.

After 96 hours of nothing but time alone and thinking his nerves suddenly began to take a sharp shape within him.

It was an unfamiliar presence within him that he'd never known before now.

He suddenly felt like he didn't want to see Bella.

He was too nervous, jittery... he would make a fool of himself in front of her.

He stopped walking again and began to breathe in and out deeply, trying to relax.

She probably wasn't even in the house.

How many times had she ever come down to La Push in the cruiser with Charlie?

Never.

Why would she be here now? And this early?

No. Certainly not.

She wouldn't be there.

With his refound confidence he picked up his pace once again across the lawn and jumped up onto the front porch.

He heard a deep laugh come from the other side of the door from within the house.

Charlie.

Jacob smiled and pushed open the door to see the dimly lit house and immediately caught sight of his father in his wheel chair next to the TV.

Across from Billy and with his back to Jacob sat Charlie.

He turned around to see Jacob and smiled broadly.

"Hello Jacob." He said fondly.

Jacob nodded and smiled.

Then suddenly exactly what he'd fear came to life.

Bella suddenly appeared into the room from the kitchen carrying two steaming mugs of coffee in her pale hands.

She caught sight of Jacob almost instantly and stopped, her eyes widening.

... Earlier that morning...

Bella couldn't sleep.

She had lay awake all night thinking about Jacob.

Why hadn't he called her?

Why!?

It didn't make any sense to her.

Hadn't he enjoyed himself that afternoon in the kitchen?

She certainly had.

Had she offended him by not having sex with him?

Well he had asked her, and she had only been honest!

Did he expect her to be the one to initiate contact first?

That was an absurd thought to even consider.

Jacob was the one and only boy she had ever done anything remotely sexual with... she was clueless as to what was suppose to happen next!

Why wouldn't he just call her dammit!?

Had he changed his whole mind and didn't know how to break it to her that he just wanted to stay friends?

These questions, and many more had loomed over her mind for the past 36 hours.

Charlie hadn't seemed to notice her strange, never-leaving-my-room-or-bed-again attitude.

But what would you expect when he'd just lost a friend as close as Harry Clearwater?

Bella was actually grateful that Charlie hadn't noticed her strange behavior and interagated her about it.

Alone, quiet, thoughtful time was exactly what both of them needed right now.

But still, why wouldn't Jacob come back to the house and talk to her?

Or at least call her!

Didn't he know that talking to her was exactly what she felt like she needed him to do!?

Right now she just felt used, played and done with.

Maybe she was being melodramatic, it had only been four days... but it felt like an eternity.

To both of them, they just didn't know it about the other.

But regarding whatever reasons for why Jacob was acting immensely outlandish, that morning Charlie had knocked on Bella's door.

"Come in," she said lazily.

Charlie opened the door, he was dressed in jeans, a white shirt, a heavy brown jacket and boots.

He smiled awkwardly at his daughter and cleared his throat:

"I'm uh going down to La Push to visit Billy. You wanna come with?" He asked sheepishly.

"Billy would love to see you."

Her thoughts immediately went back to Jacob.

What if he was there?

Of course he would be there, he lived there!

She didn't want to see him she didn't think.

"Well uhh..."

"Please Bella?" Charlie suddenly said sounding desperate.

Bella had never before heard that tone from Charlie and it scared her stiff.

Charlie never hinted his emotions, save his anger.

It broke her suddenly, why was he sounding so desperate for her to come with him?

"Billy's still pretty upset about Harry, reasonably, and I think it might brighten him... and me up to see you. If you came."

Bella absorbed this and nodded without thinking.

"Yea alright Dad. Just let me get dressed."

Charlie smiled before closing the door again giving her privacy.

Bella sighed, this would be interesting.

Ten minutes later, without eating breakfast -Charlie claimed Billy had it already ready for them at his house- they got into Charlie's police cruiser.

It was the first time Bella had rode in it since she moved here to Forks.

She had rode in it before when she was younger and had liked it then.

Now it was exactly as she had thought it would feel to be in it: intimidating and impossible to feel comfortable in.

The ride to La Push was a silent ride, Charlie flipped through radio stations but never found one to leave on for more than five seconds.

When they pulled up to Billy's house Jacob's Rabbit was parked out front.

Bella nearly jumped out of the car right then and begin sprinting back home.

Billy was on the front porch, alone, and waving and smiling cheerfully at them.

"C'mon Bells lets cheer the guy up."

"What about you?" Bella asked him surprising herself.

Charlie looked at her dejectedly and sighed.

"Well just you being her alone, and just seeing you makes me feel a thousand times better already kid," he said nodding.

Bella smiled and quickly got out of the car, Charlie following her lead suit.

When they walked up to the porch Billy was smiling grandly, the look in his eyes when he saw Bella was of utmost happiness and thanks.

"Morning Billy," Charlie greeted him then clapped an arm heavily around the Indian man.

"Mornin' Charlie," Billy responded gruffly but still smiling.

Then he looked at Bella and his eyes lit up even more and he smiled even broader than before -if that was at all possible.

"Bella," he greeted warmly.

Bella smiled gently and leaned over to hug Billy in his wheel chair.

"How are you hun?" He asked her.

The tone of his voice when he asked her sounded in a way like he really, really cared about how she was feeling.

Bella immediately knew she had made the right decision on coming here with Charlie today.

"I'm alright Billy. And you?"

He nodded friendly at her and then looked back to Charlie with a smile as bright as a thousand stars.

"Whatdya want to eat?" He asked Charlie enthusiastically.

"Whatever you've got," Charlie replied looking at Bella.

Bella nodded in agreement.

"Yea, we're starving."

"Well come in, come in..." Billy said rolling himself in the wheel chair to the front door.

"Where's Jake?' Charlie asked suddenly and Bella stumbled as she crossed over the threshold.

"Steady girl," Billy said playfully.

Bella looked in Billy's eyes and saw in them that somehow he knew about her and Jacob.

She gulped.

Charlie, Bella and Billy sat at the breakfast table for an hour eating breakfast and sharing stories about Harry Clearwater.

Bella obviously didn't have any, but she listened intently not faking her interest, but really interested in hearing about the life of this man that had touched her father and Billy so deeply.

Billy had explained that Jake had gone over to Quil's and wasn't expected back till night fall most likely.

Bella had been silently reliefed by this news.

The three of them later migrated to the living room where they continued to discuss the life of Harry Clearwater.

After about forty minutes Billy said something about getting coffee.

Charlie stood saying he'd make some, he wanted a cup as well.

But Bella quickly interviened saying she would make it and the pair of them should continue talking.

They agreed.

Bella fixed two cups of steaming hot coffee and added lots of cream to Charlie's as she knew he liked it.

"How do you take yours Billy?" She hollered from the kitchen.

"Lots and lots of sugar honey!" He hollered back.

She bit back grin, how could she not guess, the man was totally a sugar fanatic in disguise... you could so tell if you really looked at him in the face and eyes.

With a long silver spoon she stirred both mugs briefly then picked them up off the counter and walked back into the living room.

Her heart stopped, she almost dropped the mugs of coffee to the ground in an instant and she bit back a near gasp.

Jacob stood in the doorway of the front door, more like hovered over it, he was nearly as big as the doorway and he was staring straight back at her.

He had no clothes on except his jeans and his hair was wild and wind blown.

He blinked then and looked quickly at Charlie and Billy.

"Good morning," he said evenly.

Bella caught his gist instantly: act normal, we'll talk later.

She only hoped she could fake this normality when she was this close to him.

She took a deep breath and walked fully into the living room and gave both Charlie and Billy their cups of coffee.

Jacob shut the door and walked fully into the living room.

Bella tried to avoid looking at him.

"Hello Dad, Charlie... Bella."

She looked at him and waved in a very obvious strange way and looked away quickly.

"I'm starving he went on," his voice perfectly level and not at all suspicious.

"There's leftovers from our breakfast in the kitchen, Bella would you show him to it?" Billy asked kindly.

Bella refrained from widening her eyes and just quickly nodded and left the living room hastily.

Jacob followed her into the kitchen and closed the kitchen door halfway so that they would have a slight amount of privacy.

Bella walked to their small refrigerator and pulled out the bacon and grits they'd eaten.

She pushed them into his chest and quickly she tried to escape past him.

"Whoa whoa whoa Bella." He said placing one of his hands on her shoulder.

She began to think she was going to hyperventilate.

"Hey look at me Bella." Jacob said smoothly.

Bella was hesitant for a moment then looked up at him with wide eyes.

Jacob's expression was unreadable.

They stared at each other in wonder.

They were both remembering the last time they had been alone in a kitchen together.

Bella shuddered and gulped.

"Are you ok?" He asked her placing the leftovers from breakfast on the counter.

Bella continued to stare up at him, then like the snap of a finger her expression turned horrified and angry.

"No I'm not alright!" She hissed at him pushing him away from her.

Jacob looked horrified at her and confused.

"What?" He asked perplexed.

"Do you think that I would be alright after what you did?" She shot back at him.

Jacob's eyes turned sad.

"I-I thought that you would react differently-"

"That's not an excuse!" She yelled quietly at him.

"You can't do that to people, it hurts!"

Jacob was suddenly internally wondering how exactly he should murder himself this moment.

He had hurt her... really badly, he couldn't cope with that.

And she hated him for it obviously.

But she had seemed to love it at the time, she had moaned and even said 'I love you.'

How could she be so upset with him about it now?

"Bella look I'm sorry, I thought you didn't care."

"You think I wouldn't care!?"

"Ok I said that wrong, really wrong... I'm sorry that I hurt you, I'm soo sooo sorry."

"Do you do that often to girls?" She asked quickly.

"Well..." He droned.

"Well!?" She growled.

"One or two other girls yes," he answered honestly, still thinking that she was talking about the fact of them nearly having sex on her kitchen counter.

"Jacob! I never would have thought you were that kind of person!" She shouted, but quietly enough for Charlie and Billy not to hear, still thinking that he was referring to the fact that he had made no contact with her since their intimate occurance.

Both teens, thinking they were fighting for two totally different reasons were both nearly about to fall apart in front of the other.

"I think that it was all a mistake then Jacob." She said and felt her heart shatter as she said it.

His eyes widened.

How could he have hurt her!?

She had been moaning and groaning and every other sexual adjective practically!

This didn't make sense to him.

But he certainly didn't think that she was lying.

Bella turned on her heel about to leave when he grabbed her arm softly.

"Bella please, we don't have to do it again, but please don't let this affect our friendship... I'll put it behind me."

"Yea because it would be so easy for you to put it past you and move on. You've already done it two or three times to other girls! Well I've never had it happen to me! So no I won't ignore it Jacob! How dare you even ask it of me!?"

With that she fled from the small kitchen and back into the living room.

Jacob felt like he was going to vomit.

He had really, really, REALLY hurt her.

Hurt her body.

He wanted to shoot himself, hang himself, kill himself in any way possible immediately.

He suddenly heard the scuffling of two people getting up and leaving and heard the crusier roar to life from the front yard as Bella and Charlie quickly left.

What had he done?


Ok so what do you think?

I liked writing this chapter a lot and I hope it came out well...

If you're confused about why they are upset with one another the gist of it is: Bella is upset because Jacob never called or visited her after the day in the kitchen. Jacob wasn't upset but became upset because Bella claims that he hurt her. But she means emotionally, by not calling or whatever. But Jacob thinks that she means that he hurt her physically, and he's totally confused, frustrated and upset because while they were in the kitchen having their heated makeout session she was totally acting like she loved it. She did love it though, they're just miscommunicating which is going to lead to..... READ NEXT CHAPTER AND FIND OUT ;)

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