Time moved slow after Bella left that night. My mom had been talking with Charlie a lot, catching up on five years worth of stuff, and they didn't know it, but I had heard my mom telling him that she really wanted to move back home, she'd been away for so long and both of us loved it here. I couldn't agree more.
Most of what I did was wander around the house as the rain didn't stop once it started, it calmed or worsened, but never stopped entirely. So I was confined to the house, not really knowing where to go, my childhood friends all probably unaware of my return or forgotten about me. Not surprised, I'd been away a long time.
For my fist day after Bella left, I just stayed inside, and slept, ate and well, that's pretty much it. My mom went out and when she came back she had shopping bags in her hands, and she'd bought me a new rain jacket. I thanked her and hung it in my closet.
The next morning, I didn't wake up till ten. Then I layed in bed for an hour, contemplating whether or not to get up. When I finally did, I had a shower, and at eleven thirty, I made my way downstairs to get some lunch, or I guess right now it was technically brunch.
After finally finding something - eggs and french toast - I sat down at the table and began to eat at twelve ten. I've had a productive day so far, don't you think. I dropped my plate in the sink when I was down and headed back to the stairs. But as I was about to take the first step, there was a knock on the door. Content that it was just Bella, or maybe a door-to-door salesman, because even though they were rare, they did sometimes happen to stumble upon us, I went to answer the door.
"I got it!" I called to my mother and uncle before running a hand through my hair and opening the door. I smiled, hoping I seemed pleasant enough to whoever the stranger was, and looked up at the persons face - as I had to do with most people, being short sucked - and the smile instantly fell from my face. "What are you doing here?" I hissed.
"Part of our deal was that I leave you alone for a day and a half. No one said anything about after." He explained and I groaned.
"Why - exactly, have you not gotten the hint that you get on every single one of my nerves and that I do not like you." I told him, hoping he got it now that I'm laying it out for him.
"But you don't hate me?" He said, though phrased as question, it was not a question.
"Goodbye, Jacob." I closed the door but didn't hear a satisfying click, because a hiking boot was wedged between the door and the doorframe. One that belonged to a certain someone whose head I wanted to wedge between the door and the doorframe. "Move your foot-"
"What're you doing here, Jake?" I heard Charlie ask.
"I just swung by to say hi, but Piper seems to not want me here." Jacob told him. I glared at him menacingly, but he didn't flinch.
"Oh why not?" Charlie asked me.
"Because, Uncle Charlie, he is very annoying and I do not like annoying people." I informed him. "But, if Jake," I spat the nickname, "wants to be here, it's fine by me as long as he doesn't bother me, come near me, or come into my room where I will be for as long as he is here." I said, turning on my heel and walking up the stairs like a dignified human being.
"Well, come on in, Jake." I heard Charlie say as I walked away, using every ounce of my willpower not to storm, or slam the door. Because that would signal to everyone else my distaste for the boy. Him and his rotten good looks.
Ugh, I couldn't even insult him without it becoming a good thing!
I set up my laptop on the desk, and connected to the wifi which had gotten a lot better since I was last here, and went onto some of my usual sites, posting on my facebook about how I was in Forks with my mom and that we were staying with my uncle. Hopefully someone from town would see it and come say hi or something because I was practically dying of boredom by now.
Of course, there's the obvious thing to do about that...
No. Hanging out with Jacob was not an option.
There was a knock on my door, and I looked at it, contemplating the probability of who it could be. Not Charlie, that's a fact. It could be my mom, or it could be Jacob. Finally deciding that if it was my mother, she would be upset that I was taking so long to let her in... "Come in!" I called, hoping and praying that it was my mom, but not turning around, I switched from facebook to minesweeper.
"You have a nice room." I stopped my game right then and turned around, the glare already on my face.
"I thought I told you not to come into my room." I pointed out.
He pointed to the door. "You just told me to come in."
"I was considering the possibility that it was my mother." I growled.
"Then you should have asked who it was." He told me cockily, and I narrowed my eyes, turning back to my game.
"Don't sit on my bed." I snapped, knowing without looking that was what he was doing. I clicked on one of the squares, losing the game before I even had a chance to start. I cursed and restarted. I got farther this time, but still ended up losing.
"So, uh, what have you been doing?" He asked and I didn't answer, just cursed again and started a new game. "Are you going to answer or...?"
I threw a quick glare over my shoulder, then turned back to my game that I was determined to win. "I'll take that as a no..." He said and he sounded kind of dejected, and it made me feel almost guilty. But then I remembered that he was the same guy that I'd had to let walk me through the forest so he would leave me alone for a day and a half. "I'll just go..." He muttered and I heard the floor boards creaking under him. "I'm clearly not wanted here..."
"Well, you aren't. Remember that next time you come knocking on my door." I snapped.
"It technically isn't your door." He teased and my patience was beginning to wear very thin.
"And I'm technically not ready to punch you in the face." I snapped again, "I thought you were leaving?"
I got no response, just the sound of my bedroom door closing behind him. And when I turned to be sure that he was gone, my room was empty, and he was gone.