I followed him up the slight inclined ramp and sighed. Why the hell was I meeting his father? Geez, this was stupid. I reached out and gently tapped his shoulder to get him to stop before he opened the door, and quickly withdrew my hand to not give him the wrong idea.
"What?" He stopped and looked at me, a small smirk on his face, which I truly hated.
"Why am I meeting your father?" I tried to throw on as much anger and negative emotion that I could, but I guess it didn't work because he seemed unfazed.
"Because, he knows you from when I was younger. And he wants to meet you." He gently leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms, as if waiting for my next question.
"How does he know that I'm back from Arizona?" Okay, I was either being stalked by this guy's father, or something was up.
He just shrugged. "I came back here and told him. Come on." And before I could get in another smart remark, he opened the door. "Dad! We're here!"
Crap, there goes my chance of escape. Clearly I couldn't just run off. I mean this guy knew me. I glanced back at the ramp. And he must be handicapped. I was a jerk, but not that mean. I took in a deep breath, and walked through the doorway, listening as my sneakers shuffled onto the carpet.
"Rose! It's so good to see you again!" Jacob's dad rolled forward and greeted me. Wow, I didn't remember him at all. Well, I hadn't been here in years, so I guess it was reasonable. I still didn't like it though.
"Hi Mr. Black." Geez I hope that was his last name. That was what Jacob told me his last name was, right?
"Oh, please call me Billy. So how's Bella and your dad doing?" I know he was just asking, but I still hated it.
"Good." Short, sweet, and little chance of coming off as a jerk to a seemingly nice handicapped man.
Guess I was mean, because Jake gave me a look, and then nodded towards the door. "Alright, we'll be out in the garage." And then he started walking.
"Nice….meeting you." I mumbled, then followed Jake as quickly as I could.
His "garage" was more like a shed out in the back, but it was big enough to hold an old, beat up car. And it was pretty cool.
"So, what the hell was that about?" Well he didn't beat around the bush. Good, because I hated that crap.
Shrugging him off, I moved towards the front of the car, raising the hood. "How old is this thing?"
"That doesn't matter. What was this the way you reacted when my dad asked about your family?"
Instead of answer, I picked up a wrench that was on the ground, and started to mess with the engine. He clearly wasn't a good mechanic, or else this wouldn't be this crappy.
"Fine don't answer me. Just tell me what you are doing to my car." He pushed his way next to me, looking at what I was doing.
Alright, at least he wasn't asking out Bella or Charlie. That was good. "Things that any two bit mechanic would have done months ago! You really are going to need help fixing this thing up." I tossed the wrench onto the ground, and wiped the grease from my hands onto my jeans. They were Bella's after all.
"Is that an offer?" He pressed and closed the hood.
"No. You need to get one of your friends, you do have friends, don't you? They hopefully could help, because you don't have a clue what you are doing." Good, get him mad. Then he won't mess with you again. Maybe that was what I wanted…or maybe it wasn't.
"Yeah, I've got friends. How about you come to our bonfire tonight and meet them." Somehow the poor car managed to hold up his weight as he leaned against it. I just rolled my eyes, and my back pocket started to blare out P!nk's Trouble, my ringtone.
I pulled it out and placed it to my ear, knowing it was either Charlie or Bella, the only two people with my number. "What." I snapped, because either way, I didn't want to talk to the person on the other end.
"Where are you, Rose?" Alright, it's Charlie.
"Ask Bella." I knew she didn't know, but I needed to check and see if she was with the Cullen's, or if she was being all goody goody and was home.
"She's…she's not here." Apparently he didn't want to tell me.
"Of course she isn't. And she didn't call either, did she? And you aren't even planning on calling her, just me?" I didn't even wait for an answer. I knew I was dead on. "Well I'm not doing drugs, or drunk. But I'd rather be home then here."
"Alright?" Yeah, I usually staid out all night, and then went to school. But I needed an excuse to get away from Jake and his pyro buddies.
Before I hung up the phone, Jake grabbed it from me and started to talk. "Hey Charlie, it's Jake Black. Yeah, I just invited Rose to a bonfire down at the beach." Wait, the beach? It might not be sunset or sunrise, but I still really want to see that beach. "So she might be home later than usual."
I could just barely hear Charlie say, "I doubt that. But as long as she is with you Jake, I don't mind. Have fun, and don't let her get you too mad." Then they hung up.
Great, Charlie only cares if I have someone with me, to straighten me out I'm sure. Well, Jake would soon see how wrong me is, and then give up. Good, I had hung out with guys back in Arizona, and it didn't work out too well.
"Good news, now you don't have an excuse to leave." He gave me a smile, and I was so tempted to just punch it right off his face.
I clenched my fists at my sides, and clenched my jaw. Through gritted teeth I managed to mumble out, "You think I'll give up that easily?"
He chuckled. No, he bellowed out a laugh. "You don't have much of a choice. Now sit, calm down, and talk to me."
Yeah, because that was really going to happen. Well, I did sit, but I didn't calm down, and wasn't about to willingly talk about anything. Maybe I could just come up with witty or false remarks to mess with him. Then at least I would be having a little fun.
I slouched down in one of the few chairs and leaned back. He tossed me a soda, yes actually tossed it, and I caught it. I rested it on my lap, waiting for it to calm down before opening it.
He sat down across from me, and took a sip from his own Coke. "So." Sip. "Why do you hate Bella?"
"Well, Dr. Phil." I rolled my eyes. "I don't see how that is your concern." I suddenly became transfixed with the hanging lights, and kept my gaze on that.
"Rose…" Something cut him off, and I turned my gaze to the door, which was being opened. I heard him mutter a curse under his breath. Oh, this would just be great.
"Hey Jake!" Two boys, looking extremely similar to Jake walked in, then stopped dead, looking from me to Jake.
The shorter of the two smirked, and that's when I knew it was about to go downhill. "So this is Bella's cute twin you were walking about." His smile brightened as if it was a compliment, but it felt like a knife.
"What?" I jumped to my feet and glared at Jake. "You told them what?"
"Rose, it's not like that…" I didn't care. I shook the can twice, pointed it at his face, and opened it before he could stop me.
"Screw you Jake! I'm going home." I then turned to the boy who said the comment. "And if you ever say anything like that again, you will be sorry." Then I threw the can at his head, faster than he could react. I ignored the third boy; he didn't do anything…yet.
And with that, I stormed out of the garage, and started to stomp home. This is why I'm a lone wolf.
