Chapter two

A/N For the purposes of my fanfic, I have decided that to most of the Quillette tribe, the werewolf story is just an ancient myth and Billy believes but refuses to talk about it.

Jacob's POV

There were two things that Billy had taught me over the years. One, never to take out your anger on other people, unless of course it was their fault. Though I was never sure if I added that bit in myself or not, I mean, I didn't know, it could be Bella's fault. Yeah. Right. So it was Bella's fault that I had been avoiding near enough everyone for a fair few weeks now, that and the fact that I could turn into a wolf. Oh, sorry, did I not mention that? Cool right? Not.

Anyway, before I get carried away, the other thing Billy has drilled in to me, how to treat a woman. Like he needed to tell me, I have seen the way those jerks at Bella's school treat her, namely one, the Newton kid. Not that I didn't admire his persistence, but really, he was an absolute git who by some stupid joke of fate, ended up chasing after Bella. Sometimes I really wanted to know exactly what he was thinking when he looked at Bella, my little Bella.

I guess I really should explain about me and Bella, before anyone gets the wrong idea. See, we've known each other our entire lives, and loved each other the entire time. She loves me like a brother, she says. I wonder if she even realises how much it hurts when she says that. It's like she's only reminding me that she doesn't love me in the same way I clearly love her. She has always been my Bella, and always would be.

To me she is the little girl (unfortunately at that time taller than myself) who read to me when we were little, when the funny squiggles on the page didn't mean a thing to me. I would gaze at her face while she read. I took in her perfect, creamy skin and her warm eyes, always full of love. Even now, I remember how her face would reflect emotions so perfectly, and how deeply she was into whatever story she was reading, I never did really take an interest into what it was. Rather, I marvelled at how her eyes could show off that smile that I adored, or could fill up with tears, depending on what was happening in the story.

I also remember the little girl (still taller than me) who used to fall over and cry when she cut her knee and how I would help her put on a plaster and kiss it better for her. Though, come to think about it, she never has stopped falling over. Yeah, so anyway, back to the two things that Billy had taught me.

I was driving along the road in the car which was not technically mine, rather a loan from a cousin of Quil's, and when I say a loan, well, I'm sure he won't mind anyway. I just needed to get out of the reservation for a bit, you know? And sure, there was a much better way to get a bit of freedom for me, what with my… abilities. But, I guess I just needed to feel a bit more human for a while, no pun intended. I was not even paying attention to where I was going, I was thinking about Bella, and how long it had been since I had got to see her properly. It didn't really surprise me much when I looked up and focused on the road I was on, it wasn't a shock that it was the road that led to Bella's house. Before, whenever I had wanted to think, to talk to someone or simply to escape life, I had gone to Bella. Even now, when I knew it was the last thing I should do, I was going to her house. I was sick of it all, sick of my stupid father not telling me a thing, sick of that idiot, Sam, who treated me like I was some sort of psycho. But most of all, I was sick of not going to see Bella, it was the first thing, and the only thing on the subject that Billy had ever said to me. He had forbid me to see her. I shook with anger, but I breathed in slowly, it would be stupid to get worked up now, who knows what could happen, and so close to Bella as well! When I was calm again and made my decision. I didn't have to listen to my dad, after all, I could easily overpower him now, if I wanted to. Nobody could keep me away from Bella!

I drove on for several minutes, motivated by my decision. It was getting really dark now, and the lights on the ' 1990 Nissan Pulzar' that I was currently driving were the only light around. I rounded a corner in the road and could see ahead of me a decent sized hill. Grudgingly I slowed down ever so slightly, the ice was thick in places now and though I didn't usually give it a second thought, I was pretty sure Quil would disown me if I messed up this car. I couldn't let that happen, he was one of the very few people still talking to me.

It was only now that I could make out the definant silhouette of a car some way up the hill, no wait, a truck. Curious as I was, I didn't slow down, it was probably just some one taking a break. I tried to concentrate on the road, but some thing was bugging me about the truck. Although I was close to it now, I could barely make it out, it was slightly ahead of me but as I was on a hill, my headlights barely reached it. But I was driving along a normally pretty much deserted road, that only led to a small group of houses. And only one of them own a truck as far as I know.

My eyes shot across to the road, I had been focusing too much on the truck, not paying much attention to the road. This was some thing that I would come to regret later, a lot.

Bella.

Ok, so that was a bit of a filler chapter, but please read and review, it'll make me write quicker and better. Advice appreciated. I'm going to try something now, 5 reviews for the next chapter ok?