Butterfly Wishes Chapter 4, a twilight fanfic

Chapter inspiration is "You Send Me" by Sam Cooke. An oldie but goodie :)

Chapter 4: You Send Me

Jacob POV

Jacob was quick to let Bella know he wasn't mad at her. He just was very upset to see her in the car with their teacher. It didn't sit well with him, he felt like he'd swallowed a rock all of the sudden. When he saw him touch her on the arm was when he became fully prepared to tell him exactly what he thought of him. If it hadn't been for her whisking him away, he probably would have gotten into big trouble.

Bella told him the story which didn't make him feel any better. Mr. Cullen was by the book; the strictest teacher at the school. It made no sense that he gave her special treatment with an assignment. Combined with the fact that he shared a secret with her about Miss Brandon, proved to him that he was up to something. She also innocently commented he'd ran into her at church the day before.

"Bells, I'm beginning to think he's actually following you."

"I highly doubt that. He's a grown man, with his own life; I'm sure a boring 16 year student would be the least of his concern. What possible reason would he follow me?" she naively asked.

"Because he likes you."

"Huh?"

"Likes you, in a creepy sort of way. Do you understand now?"

"Ew, no...that's weird. No, he's like 10 years older than me. I'm in his English class. Really Jake, I don't want you to worry about this anymore. I promise not to accept a ride with him again."

"I'm going to talk to Dad."

"No, you can't. He'll blame me, he always does. Remember the dogs? Don't say anything, we both could get in trouble. I can't lose my scholarship."

She was practically in tears worried about his father. He promised to wait, but she also assured him, she'd steer clear of him from then on except for class.

Once they got over the Cullen business, he looked around to make sure no one would see them. He grabbed her bag and told her to follow him. They hurried around the house and made a run for the barn. Although, it wasn't what he'd really had in mind, they sat together in the loft and did some homework. After a little while, he noticed she kept looking up from her work. Bella smiled at him.

"What?"

"You're cute," she covered her mouth and giggled. He put his pencil down. Bella had never been so forward. He had to hear more.

He scooted a little closer. "Cute, huh? Where'd that come from?"

"Well...I was watching the way you crinkle your face when you're thinking and sometimes you bite your tongue when you're reading. I don't know it's cute."

"How about we put the homework up for now and you can show me how much you appreciate my cuteness?" She giggled some more but planted herself in the spot he pounded next to him.

Jacob leaned over and kissed her. "Promise me, we'll do this everyday. I have to kiss you now that I know how wonderful it is." She nodded and he put his arms around her. Last time he'd gotten a little too eager and scared her but Bella's skin was addicting. He kept wanting to nibble on her neck that night. He didn't mean for it to make her have that reaction. He'd already realized almost everything made his body react: thinking about her, kissing her, touching her; but he could disguise it. She didn't have to know.

She seemed more relaxed than ever kissing him, but she pulled away too soon.

"I have to go home and cook dinner. I'm already late since I went shopping and to the library."

He agreed, he'd be missed soon enough as well.

It was a busy few of weeks since Rachel's wedding was the last Saturday night of October. He managed to see Bella whenever possible, but he also didn't want to raise anymore suspicion. What was with Renee all of the sudden? Previously, she'd been zoned out and now she was questioning Bella, coming in her room at different times. That's all they needed, one more obstacle.

The week of the wedding was going fast but he managed whatever time he could get with her. They had found a spot a school that was pretty private where they'd been sharing their lunch. He sat with her at lunch on Wednesday. She was actually looking forward to the wedding, him not so much. He hated that guy his sister had picked. He hoped the whole time she was engaged, that Paul would do something to mess it up but so far he'd continued to act like a reformed golden boy.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, but this wedding's got everyone crazy. My parents probably invited all the rez and all of Forks, but maybe the crowd will make it easier for us to spend time alone."

She knew the rest of his problem, "You ever going to be friends with Paul?"

"Nope."

"Jake."

"He's a jerk and my Dad hated him when he ran around in Sam's gang. Called him a no good hood." Apparently, Paul had gotten into trouble and the cops let him go with his dad but he came down hard on him, made him get a real job at the hardware store. Jake continued his complaining. "Just because old man, Thompson can only make girls is the only reason why he's taking over the store. Now my dad's all impressed that he's worked his way to the top. Says it reminds him of himself."

"People change, you know that and Rachel's smart. If she loves him, that's all that matters. Besides I think Paul's handsome and friendly. I like him."

"Handsome? When'd you get so comfortable making compliments?"

"Stop it, I wasn't trying to make you jealous."

"Jealous, ha that's a laugh."

"It's just, last time he was over...he brought your mom flowers and he's always tending to Rachel and he calls me Miss Bella. I think he's very sincere." Bella insisted he'd be better off making nice with his soon to be brother-in-law.

Jacob realized lunch time was over. He kissed her quick, "I'll live if you promise me all your dances, Saturday night."

She giggled, "Of course, who else would I dance with?"

Bella POV

Bella was thrilled to be dressing up again. It was a little cooler than it had been the night of her birthday. Mrs. Black told her on the way home the day before to come in and either Rachel or Rebecca would let her borrow a wrap. She knew they'd be getting ready, since the wedding was only a little over an hour away. She went upstairs and knocked. Jacob's sisters and his mother were having one final moment together. She didn't want to interrupt, but Sarah insisted, she had to get downstairs and check on some last minute things with Bree.

"You look so pretty, Rachel."

"Thanks, Bella. Um, Becca, grab Bella the white shawl. I think that will go best with her dress."

Bella was quite. Jacob's sisters had always been kind, but she didn't know them very well since they were several years older than her.

Rebecca handed her the wrap. She and Leah would be the bridesmaids. Bella hadn't seen Leah yet, but she was a little mean at times. Mainly because they were complete opposites and Leah didn't waste any time on her. Rebecca had married Collin over a year ago, but she didn't have a big wedding like the one that was planned that evening. They only had a simple ceremony on the reservation. Jacob had just told her they were expecting their first child, but no one outside the family knew yet, so she kept her congratulations to herself. She expected Mr. & Mrs. Black were happy about their first grandchild being on the way.

She was about to leave to let them finish, but Rachel made the comment, "So Bella, I guess you're next, huh?"

"What?" It was so strange Rachel would say that to her.

"Oh come on, we know one day you and little brother will come out of hiding and make it official."

"I...I, Jake and I are best friends," was her go to phrase.

"And..." Becca added. Bella looked back and forth between them.

She lowered her voice, and double checked the door was closed shut. She had no idea how they knew, they didn't even live there anymore. "We're very careful, how'd you know?"

"Oh, I think we've been suspecting since Jacob was 12...isn't that right, Bec?"

"Yes, calm down sweetie," Rebecca put her arm around her. "We won't tell. I know how Pop is, but he'll eventually accept it. Look at Rach and Paul. He hated him at first."

"Hey," Rachel said as if she was offended.

"He did Rach and you know it."

"But I don't know how to make him happy with me. I try, but I don't feel like I'll ever be good enough."

They both tried to make her feel better. She hoped they were right. Bella had just made it down the stairs when a smooth voice called out her name, "Miss Bella...look at you." Paul threw his arm around her shoulder and told her how pretty she looked. He wanted the scoop on his bride to be. "So tell me, how beautiful did my girl look?"

"Oh, so pretty, you're going to be speechless."

"Hope I can get my vows out, I'm starting to feel nervous."

She doubted he was ever nervous, but she told him he'd be fine. Bella wasn't use to talking to Paul all alone, so she was anxious to get to the chapel. Mr. Torres built it long ago as soon as he bought the property. It was small and only a few guests would be inside for the ceremony. The big crowd would all be at the reception. Jacob told her that he'd made sure she'd have a spot in the back row.

"Well...congratulations, Paul. I'll see you at the wedding."

He was about to say something when Jacob interrupted them, "They're waiting for you a the chapel."

"Oh, okay...little brother. I was just going to make sure Miss Bella had an escort across the property." She saw his twisted expression as soon as Paul called him "little brother."

"I'm here to walk her, so bye. The minister was worried you ran off or something." Bella poked his side. She didn't think Rev. Weber would say such a thing. That was his wishful thinking.

"No way, man. I struck gold with your sister. I've been ready to go for over two hours."

He made a quick exit out the back door and Bella instantly scolded him. "You're really rude, Jake. He's trying to be nice."

"Yeah, he's being facetious. Did you hear him call me brother? Ugh...I'm not his brother and I never will be." He turned his attention to her and looked at her from head to toe. "Come here," he pulled her into the pantry. "You look so beautiful, Bells."

Jacob gave her a long, slow kiss. "You're the only thing that makes today tolerable."

She thanked him, even though she thought he constantly overreacted about Paul. Bella told him about his sisters. "They know."

"Yeah, I know they do."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know, they've teased me for years. I thought you could tell."

"No, I didn't realize, but can you believe they both say they're happy? I mean...I'm so happy that someone finally supports us."

"I keep telling you one day, everyone will. You only have to be patient and have faith, honey."

The wedding was so beautiful and romantic. Bella sat on the back row next to Mr. Hale and Bree. The rest of the seats were filled with close family on both sides. Rev. Weber did the officiating, but someone from the council did a special part in Quileute. She kept staring at Jake on the front row next to his mother. He was a good son. She knew the relationship they had started pulled him in different directions. He was always trying to please them, but then he never wanted to let her down. Once they got outdoors, where the reception was set up; she hoped they'd get some time together. Instead he was immediately snagged by his father and paraded around with the wedding party. There were pictures to be taken and she noticed his dad kept taking him around by the arm introducing him to people. Jacob kept pulling at his collar, she could tell he was getting fed up. Bella sat and visited with Angela for a short while until one of the guest caught her by surprise.

"Mom, what are you doing here?" She couldn't remember the last time Renee got out and about in public.

"Well, I was invited sweetheart, same as you. Your father's around too."

She knew Charlie was there, but she still had no warning her mother would be there. She was so resentful of the Black's half the time, she assumed she wouldn't want to be a part of the celebration.

"Besides, these people owe us, might as well get all the free food and drink we can even if it's for only one night," she whispered in her ear.

Bella wasn't sure why her mother thought the Black's owed them, especially her. She and her father worked their butts off, but he got paid and a place to live. Bella got her small allowance and Sarah had just given her all those clothes. Renee didn't even clean their house or do any of the cooking. At least her mother seemed quite lucid. It worried her that she might indulge in too much wine and embarrass her. She hoped she hadn't taken any of her pain pills yet or it might be even worse. She felt obligated to stick close to her in case she started misbehaving. This was not at all what she'd imagined for their night together. Jacob promised her dancing and their own private party. He was stuck to his father's side while she was glued to Renee's. She was starting to believe it couldn't get any worse.

"Isabella, how are you? You look lovely this evening. Is this your sister?"

It just did.

Renee covered her mouth and giggled like a school girl. She extended her hand and Mr. Cullen kissed it like they were in a movie or something. He introduced himself to her mother. Yes, Bella knew the whole town was invited and she had already seen some of her teachers, but Mr. Cullen? Why did he have to be there? He kept to himself at school. Was this really something he was interested in?

"Oh, you make me blush. I'm Bella's mother, Renee."

"I would have never guessed, but might I tell you how very lucky you are? Isabella is my finest pupil and of course, you must know she's working a grade level ahead in my class?"

"Oh no, I didn't realize," Renee admitted. Of course, she didn't know. She had never even asked Bella about school.

"I expect her to accomplish great things being in my class for two years. She's on her way to earning a nice scholarship for college."

Bella hadn't thought about taking his class a second year. What would be the point? She thought she wouldn't need an English class next year, but she wasn't going to ask right then. She'd take it up with the guidance counselor later.

Renee continued to embarrass her, "Well, we're not completely sure about college. Bella might catch the interest of the right young man and get swept off her feet and marry instead."

Bella snapped her head to the side and begged her mother with her eyes. Unfortunately, she knew so little about her own daughter that she didn't pick up on her humiliation.

Renee asked a string of questions, some of them too personal, but Mr. Cullen answered her politely. It was getting absurd. Her mother was obviously extremely taken with his charming nature. Why couldn't Charlie come around and distract her? He probably had headed off behind the stables with some of the men from the rez to sample their homemade moonshine by then. She looked in every direction and couldn't find Jacob either.

"Isabella, would that be fine?"

"Huh?" he must have asked a question, but she missed it.

"Of course, Bella would love to have a dance."

"What?" No, what were they planning without her consent? She'd promised Jacob all her dances. No way was she dancing with her teacher. That would have been too peculiar.

Bella had been trying harder to find her voice and speak up when she had an opinion. She politely declined and said that she was not much of a dancer and her shoes actually hurt her feet.

He looked slightly pained, but nodded, "Oh sure, I understand, but I could teach you. I've had formal training."

Mr. Cullen probably had formal training in every aspect of life, but she still wasn't going to dance with him.

Renee wasn't hearing her. She asked him if he could excuse them for a second and that Bella would be right out to meet him for that dance in a few minutes. As soon as he was out of hearing range, Bella disputed her words. "I don't know why you told him that, I'm not dancing with him."

"Oh, yes you are, young lady."

"Why?"

"Because I'm your mother and I say so. He's so handsome and refined. That's the kind of man that would always treat a lady right. I bet he's already traveled the world. It's obvious he's taken a fancy to you and you need to start paying attention before you blow it."

"Mom, are you hearing yourself? He's my teacher, he's almost ten years older than me. He doesn't fancy me either and I don't want to dance with him. That's not appropriate behavior. What would people think?"

Renee took the time to stop the waiter and grab her first glass of wine. She took a long sip almost draining half the glass. Her voice became very hushed but firm, "You listen to me, Bella. I told you before, now's the time to seek out what you need to secure your future. No more of this running around all hours with a boy that has no true intentions toward you. Billy Black would never allow his son to marry a girl like you. It's time you understand that he's using you, to see what you'll give him. I've been toying with idea of nailing that window shut in your bedroom and paying a little visit to Sarah. What would they say if they knew how often their son is outside my house trying to corrupt my only daughter?"

She was starting to really worry how far her mother would go. Jacob would be in so much trouble and it'd be all her fault.

"Now, go out there and put forth an effort to look happy while you dance with the very eligible Mr. Cullen. I just might continue to turn a blind eye for a little longer if you insist on being friendly with Jacob. I'm sure if you spent some time with a real gentleman, you'd let this silly crush fall to the wayside."

She was having a hard time holding back the tears. Her own mother was blackmailing her and she had no idea why she'd suddenly turned so cruel. She liked her much better sleeping all the time and not paying any attention to her. She shoved a compact in her hands along with a tissue. "Now wipe your nose and fix your face and go over there and give Edward as many dances as he would like." Bella blew her drippy nose into the tissue and Renee patted her back, "There there, that's my girl. Mother loves you and I'm only looking out for what's best." She then proceeded to flag down another waiter, "Here dear boy, I need a refill." She held her glass up and accepted her second glass. Bella assumed there was no way she was stopping there. She looked for Jacob one last time, but he was still missing in the crowd. She stood up and straightened out her dress and headed to the dance floor.

She secretly wished he'd forgotten or found a much more suitable partner, but no such luck. He was standing still looking her way the entire time as she walked slower than normal.

"Ah, decided to give it a try, I see." He held out his hand and she took it. She flinched as soon as his icy fingers touched her again. They walked out in the middle of the dance floor. Lucky for her she didn't notice any classmates around. There were only adults dancing at the time. She hoped no one saw her. People already thought she was strange. She didn't want to be accused of trying to butter up the teacher. Mr. Cullen put his arm around her and she inadvertently sucked in her breath. He made small talk with her. Something about how nice the vineyard was, but she really wasn't paying attention. The first song a was a little upbeat, but the next one was a little slower. Rachel had wanted a real band, but Paul insisted on some of his records being played as well. She hoped that was it. She'd given him a dance, but when the music changed; he still held on.

"I think you're only problem is you're too tense." He advised her to loosen her shoulders. She did, and he pulled her even closer. There was no way she could relax with him holding her that close. He even leaned his head down until she felt his breath in her hair. He was taking long, deep breaths. She swore he was smelling her. Why? Why? Why? She couldn't figure out why he was that bizarre. No one had been so close to her besides Jake. Mr. Cullen pulled her hand to his chest and his finger rubbed her skin.

"You're so soft...so pure," he whispered. His voice was so low, and quiet; she didn't think he meant for her to hear him. Bella knew the song that was playing and it was almost over. That was it, she was getting away from him no matter what. He could go find one of the teachers to dance with him. She knew there were at least three single teachers there and even a couple of married ones that would probably do it as well.

She didn't even wait for the end, "I...I need to go. My friends are waiting for me and Rachel is cutting the cake soon. See you at school, Mr. Cullen." She pulled away and he frowned.

"Oh, sure. I understand, but maybe I'll see you again this evening. You're so nice, Isabella. I forget you're only 16, you act so much more mature. I...I was wondering." Nope, she didn't care what he was wondering, she finally saw Jacob.

She stepped as far away as she could in one step. "Bye."

Bella ran despite her shoes, but Jacob had turned his back on her and was making his way through the crowd.

"Jake, wait. Stop let me explain."

He turned around, only after they'd made it to a secluded area. She was sure he was even more furious than before when he saw her in the car with him.

"You broke your promise, Bella." Him being mad at her was one of the worst things she could imagine.

"I know, I didn't want to, but my mother made me."

"Made you?" His face softened and his hand came to her face to brush her hair out of her eyes. Jacob reached down and took hold of her hand after wiping a stray tear from her cheek.

"Hey, I'm sorry. You're trembling. What did he do Bella? Tell me everything."

"Nothing in particular...he was very polite and courteous. Of course, that's why my mother was so taken with him, but he makes me feel strange. I think he sniffed me. That's weird isn't it?"

"Yes, honey...I want to go back there and deck him right now. I don't want him near you. I can't believe how I pushed to get you in my class. I wanted you with me and now he's bothering you every chance he gets."

She told him the whole tale. He was shaking his head most of the time. He said a few curse words which he normally tried not to do in front of her. "What kind of mother wants to set her daughter up with someone that's too old for her and creepy."

"We're the only ones that think he's creepy," she reminded him.

"Do you know what kind of scandal that would bring at the school? My dad would definitely not allow you to continue if you were dating the teacher."

"Ew, Jake don't even say that in jest. I would never. My mom can kick me out on the streets before I'd let her make me do such a thing."

"If they all keep pushing us, we could always run away. I'd do that for you, Bells. No one is going to keep us apart."

Bella felt a lump form in her throat. Runaway? They couldn't do that. They were only teenagers. How would they make it? No way would she'd let Jacob give up college. Even Mr. Cullen thought she had a chance at a scholarship. Something really extreme would have to happen for her to feel like there was no other choice but to run off. Even though it wasn't the smartest idea, when she looked at him and saw the seriousness in his eyes; she felt overwhelmed by his love for her. There was no doubt in her mind that he would do anything for her. They were lucky to have that kind of love at such a young age. Bella was an avid reader, some of her books were silly love stories, but theirs was a true life romance. She bet plenty of people searched for that sort of love, but never found it.

She wanted to try and salvage some of their night together, "I want to forget about it, can we go to the barn or will you be missed?"

"First, my beautiful sweetheart, you owe me a dance. Let me help you forget. I can hear the music loud and clear. Can you?"

She could hear they were playing "You Send Me" which she already loved since the first time he let her listen to his Sam Cooke record. Bella and Jake were the only ones on the lighted pathway. He pulled her close and nothing about those arms felt wrong. She could stay there forever, it felt so right. He pushed her hair to the side and burrowed his face against her neck as they swayed to the music. She regretted acting so silly the time before. She knew she could tell him anything, trust him with all her secrets. "It's okay if you want to."

"Want to what, honey?" he was making sure.

"You can kiss me there." He pulled back and looked at her, "I...I want you to."

He bent back down and placed three distinct kisses, starting at her shoulder, and ending up close to her ear. She was glad he was holding on so tight or she might have fallen over. He kissed her one last time on her mouth, but they both remembered they weren't completely hidden.

"Come on," he pulled her along. "I have some stuff for us." They headed to their private getaway. Jacob had swiped a food tray and an extra tier from the wedding cake. He also brought one of the dessert wines.

She fussed at him again. "You're going to get us in trouble one of these days with the wine."

He swore he was going to bring punch, but he didn't have a way to get it there without spilling it. He had to carry the food and the cake. That's where he'd slipped off to when she couldn't find him when her mother and Edward had her cornered.

They knew they didn't have a lot of time, but Jacob said his dad was well on his way to over-indulging for the evening, as many of the men were. That's why he suffered the misery of being paraded around in the beginning. He was less likely to be missed later, but he did mention that he had to be back before Rachel left for her honeymoon. They had fun talking and sharing the food. Her mother had killed her appetite and she hadn't eaten since breakfast. He took good care of her. Of course, they pushed the food aside and made time for necking. Jacob said he couldn't get enough of it and she silently agreed. He made all the problems they faced disappear. Jacob promised to clean up later, but he needed to get going. She decided to head home, she was tired and really didn't want to see anyone else. She didn't want to bring up the real reason she didn't want to go back out there. Jacob would get all riled up again. He'd be busy seeing his sister off anyway. Hopefully, her parents had gone in and weren't drinking too much. It was weird how her father usually had a little more control in front of others. He didn't mind if he passed out drunk on their couch, but he wanted the men he worked with to think a little better of him. Before they parted ways, he made sure she had one of the lanterns to get back. He was about to go ahead and take her all the way back when he heard the guys calling.

"Jake...man, your dad's looking everywhere for you. You need to hurry back." Quil took off after giving him the warning.

"I should have gotten Quil to walk you back. Sure you won't come back to the reception?"

"No I'm too tired. Go on, I've walked this way in my sleep before. It's fine and I have the lantern." He held her in the shadows one final time and gave her a parting kiss goodbye. She was getting better...at least, she hoped because she knew for certain he was. He'd been almost perfect from the start, but he could almost take her breath away, maybe even make her forget her name, at times.

"Bye, Bells...love ya."

"Love you, Jacob."

He took off and she hoped he wasn't in trouble. Bella grabbed the lantern and trudged across the yard to get to the path she needed to be on for her cottage. She was halfway when she heard a cracking sound. It sounded like someone stepped on a stick. Maybe Jake did change his mind which meant he was definitely going to be in trouble.

"Jake, I told you its fine, go back. I'm halfway home." But there was no answer. If it would have been him he would have already run up and grabbed her hand or put his arm around her. Maybe it was Quil or Em.

"Hey, who's there?"

She heard no other sound except the band that played on in the distance. There were so many guests, maybe someone had wandered off alone and was lost. The estate was large and confusing for those that weren't familiar with it. She decided it was best to pick the pace up and get home once and for all. She had almost made when she swore she heard something that sounded like heavy breathing and then another rustling of leaves. Someone was out there and they'd followed her. If it was Quil, she was most definitely telling Jake and he would end up with a pounding, but she didn't care. He was scaring her. She'd asked three more times if anyone was there. What kind of creep refused to answer? Bella only had a few feet to go, but she pulled off her shoes and started to run. She collided with a body just before she reached the door.

"Bells, what in the hell has got you running scared?" Her dad was obviously drunk, but she was so relieved to see him.

"Daddy, were you following me?"

"No girl, I just got your mother to bed. I was going to go out a little longer. Billy's gotten out the cigars and he's being generous."

Ugh, she hated when her father smoked cigars with the men, but at least it was a rarity. She was ready to forget all about the scare she'd just had, but Charlie didn't like it one bit.

"Here, give me that lantern. I'm going to have a look and whoever it is better hope I don't find him. Go inside and lock the door, you know I can get in." That was the last thing he said before disappearing down the pathway. She watched out the window as the lantern swayed and moved side to side because her father was no longer steady on his feet after hours of drinking. She checked on her mother and she was completely out. Bella climbed in her bed as soon as she got her nightclothes on. Maybe the wind was making noises and her imagination got the better of her. That's what she hoped and she silently prayed Charlie stayed out of trouble. He was in no condition to confront anyone. Bella closed her eyes and waited for sleep because she'd been exhausted. A realization made her open up her eyes. The night was deathly quite, the air was extremely still. She knew because they had loose shutters. It wasn't windy at all and someone had been in the dark following her all the way home from the barn which meant only one thing, whoever it was knew the truth...Bella was with Jacob.

~Thanks so much for reading.