Everything except my character Sarah belongs to Stephanie Meyer, including the delicious Jacob Black.

Much thanks to "Love is the key to the world" for the kind reviews. I wouldn't have had the courage to go on if it weren't for you.

Okay. You can do this. You are not scared of confronting Jake.

I tell this to myself in the vain hope of preventing myself from stopping the truck. Turning around and going straight back home. Where I can hide, in my bed. Oh god.

I'm driving to La Push to speak to Jake. I'm really angry, raging even. But a little scared at the same time. I hate being angry at Jake, and I don't know why. I came home yesterday from shopping with dad for groceries to find Bella just back from La Push beach.

"I was talking to Jacob today"

"Yeah?" I ask, putting milk in the fridge "He ok?"

"Mhhmmm. He was at the beach with his friends. We got talking. He's nice" she says offhandedly

"Yeah, he's great. I love my Jake." I say laughing.

She looks at me funny, I've always joked that Jake probably had a 'Property of Sarah' stamped somewhere. She just doesn't get it, my sense of protectiveness over him. Well, come to mention it, neither do I really. He's just...well...MY Jake.

"We got talking, he told me about his tribe's history" she says putting cookies in the cupboard.

Suddenly I'm all ears. He...TOLD...Her?

"Oh?" I ask, trying to remain calm. Not letting on to Bella that anything is wrong.

"He told me that Quileute's are descended from wolves. Cool huh?" she tells me, completely unaware I'm fuming on the inside. Arrrrgh...bloody....stupid.....Jake...telling...secret. Promised...scar...prove it.

"You ok?" she asks. I suddenly become aware that I'm clutching a loaf of bread, really hard. Now we have a loaf of crumbs.

So here I am, pulling up to Jacobs house. More angry than I can ever remember. I take a deep breath and open my door. Close it a little harder than I really should. I knock on the old worn door. Pound it into oblivion more like.

No answer. Billy's truck isn't in the drive.

"Jacob Black!" I shout "Get your sorry ass out here!"

"Sarah?" Jacob's voice suddenly behind me.

"AHHHHHH!" I scream, like the big scaredy-girl I am, I guess he was in his garage.

"It's ok!" he hugs me "It's me, Jake" I instantly calm, look up into his face. A little lost when he smiles at me, with that grin. Then I remember why I'm angry.

"YOU!" I flare with rage, undiluted and potent, punching him hard in the chest "YOU...you ... YOU TRAITOR!"

"Wait, what? What did I do?" He looks concerned, confused and a little scared of me. Rubbing his chest where I hit him.

"YOU! You made me promise made me swear never to tell ANYONE! And you tell Bella! Just like that!"

"Bella? What? Wait...oh" His epiphany hits him. Not hard enough to my liking. Should have been hit with a brick. Or a big stick.

"I told her about the wolves" he says with a small voice. He looks at me and the look in his eyes says everything. I melt. He is really, really sorry.

"Yeah" I say in an equally small voice "you did" suddenly I can't remember why I'm angry anymore. I'm staring into the deep, dark, chocolate pools of his eyes, and I really can't remember why I was so angry. I can't explain it, but I feel myself pulled towards Jacob. Like an invisible band drawing me to him.

Before I know it, I'm in his arms and he's apologising, his breath tickling my ear.

"I'm sorry, so sorry. My dad told me that the secret wasn't a secret. He was pulling my leg. I believed him for years. I never had the heart to tell you. Especially after what I made you do." He gave my ribs a little squeeze. My heart too.

"Oh" I squeeze him back "That's ok then. But you're keeping my promise. Even if I have to make you"

He looks down at me and smiles at me. A big, dazzling, knee weakening smile "No matter what"

We let go of each other, but he slides his hand down my arm and takes my hand. I realise our matching scars are together. His scarred right palm against my left.

We walk into his house. He gets me a soda and cookies. Pretty soon I forget the whole argument and joke and laugh with him over the most stupid things. I begin to tell him how Bella has been obsessing over this 'Edward' guy. Spending more and more time with him. I tell Jacob that there's something unsettling about him and his whole family. That I get uncomfortable in his presence. Even if he is polite and charming to me when I'm with him and Bella.

Jake makes no comment but I can tell that he disapproves of the Cullen's. Just his expression alone tells me that he doesn't trust them. That's good enough for me.