Midnight Rounds


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Warnings: Language.


Chapter III: Will be Boys

Now that I think about it...

Bella was really sweet. Like a flower.

Sam knew I liked flowers.

Maybe that's why he asked me if I liked her.

...Hm.

"Jacob!"

Huh...Yeah!

"Let's go for a bite or something! I'm craving salmon today."

Alrighty, sounds good to me.

" Hey, you remember that one time.."


"I'm sick of life without her, man.."

Embry stared at me for a moment before rolling his eyes.

"Can we get through the day without bringing Bella up? Maybe just..." I glared at him before he could finish. "...once?" he squeaked. That made me laugh before I playfully pushed him down into a choke hold.

"Ack! I give! I give!" he whined. "I'm not Quil, you forget or something?"

I nipped at my ponytail and shrugged.

"I was just having fun with the resident marshmallow."

This time Embry glared at me and next thing you know I was coughing.

"MAN!" I groaned, holding my stomach firmly with my arms. " For being "not Quil" you have a nasty punch there.."

I guess he caught us fighting or something.

"Hey Jacob!"

I looked around for a second before Embry pointed to the left.

It was Sam. Embry then patted my stomach and ran off. "Catch you tonight!"

I frowned, wishing I knew why he just ran off like that, but before I could question it, Sam was already there beside me.

"Hey," he smiled. "How's the resident marshmallow?"

I eyed him and then shrugged. "Embry's fine."

Sam caught his hand up to drape at his nose and chuckled.

"I kind of meant you."

"What the hell!" I growled. "I am NO marshmallow!"

He held both arms behind his neck and stretched out his muscles in front of me before sighing. "Whatever you say, Ephraim."

Something made me push him right there and then.

"Don't call me that!" I warned. "You want to be his great-grandson or what? Well take the title then. I don't want it!" That whole conversation drew me down into a hole of disliked topics.

I hated being compared to Ephraim, even if we were related. Sam was the worst culprit when it came to bringing the old man up.

This time he did something different instead of just blow it off and continue talking about how beautiful this Leah girl was.

He got angry, pushed me against the wall behind my house and pointed his finger at me.

"You don't get it Jacob!" he threatened quietly. "You need to show love and compassion for those that came before us, and you need to realize how proud you should be!"

"Proud!?" I argued, pushing him back. "Proud! Is that the word, Sam!? Well let me tell you something.."

I kicked at his ankle and managed to push him down to the ground despite his larger size and clutched his shirt.

"I feel like SHIT everytime you compare me to him! You make me feel guilty for not doing what you like to do and I'm tired of it!"

He looked at me with an angry face but with eyes that just barely held back from holding tears it seemed.

Then he clutched me close and pressed his lips against mine.

My eyes widened and before I knew it my hand dug so far into his stomach that I felt like it was going to push through.

He didn't stop though, and even pulled me in closer before tilting his head to the side.

"Mention this to no one, Jacob...please.."

The moment he pulled away his saliva was still stuck to my lip and I wiped it away in shock before running up and into the house before breaking down like a baby against the corner.

Hours later when my dad came back from the hospital he noticed me or something because he asked why I had been crying.

I told him I burnt my hand, to which he said that there was no injury.

I finally told him to leave me alone and shut the door behind me.


We were just experimenting...

"Yeah, pretty much."

Why?

"I just wanted to see if you remembered...It was kind of funny."

Ugh...Sam.


The next morning Sam came to my door and knocked. I looked through to see who it was and tried to deepen my voice enough to be my dad.

"Jacob's not here right now!"

I wasn't sure if it sounded believable, but I guess it worked when Sam responded.

"Can you let him know I want to hang out, Billy? Maybe have him call me."

I couldn't help but smile like a freaking monkey, glad that he believed me, but a little guilty that he believed me. "Sure, sure." and with that I heard him walk off.

With that I turned back to my room to catch up on a magazine for lowriders until I heard the door swing open and Sam staring at me with a smirk.

"You can't be serious." he laughed. "That was your Billy impersonation?"

I looked at him and growled.

"What are you doing here?"

"I just got done helping Billy for your information..." he replied slowly.

"Lie to me better next time. He wanted me to come check on you."

At that time I couldn't help but curse at my dad in my mind before dropping the magazine over my head. "I don't want to talk to you." I mumbled into the pages.

"Well can I at least apologize?"

"Do it quick."

"I'm sorry...Jacob."

"Bye." I waved my hand at him, pointing swiftly at my door.

He responded by pulling against my thick ponytail, causing my legs to rattle in pain.

"Okay, that's it-what do you want Sam!?" I shouted. "If you're worried about me telling everyone in the council that you're a rapist or something, I won't, so leave!" I tossed the magazine at him, which he caught single-handedly.

"R-Rapist..?" he frowned.

I looked at him for a moment, wondering if he expected me to say more or if he had anything to say after that.

This went on for about 3 minutes before Sam pulled something out of his pants pocket and tossed it on my bed, stepping out and slamming our front door instantly.

I felt kind of bad for a moment, but I knew he had it coming at some point.

Whatever he dropped next to me made me curious, because I opened it up and it appeared to be a letter Sam made.

I read it,

" Jacob,

Whatever happened, whatever I did..I hope you can forgive me..

I didn't know what else to do, and I didn't want to keep you mad at me.

I'm so very sorry if I did anything to hurt you, and I wanted to know if you would like to stay at my place tonight? Please say yes. "

- Sam


A/N: Thanks for reading the chapter! Jacob and his fight with Sam will have some repercussions in the next chapter, so please read on to find out. Please Review.