Sorry it's been a while since I added a chapter, but I've been busy with school and my amazing state winning dance team. Anyways, enjoy.;)
Chapter 4
Air slapped me in my face. It felt like my entire body was being whipped at once. I was in control for about ¼ second, and then I lost all power I had over myself.
My head felt like it was being pushed backwards, and it took all my might to pull it against my shoulder. Then my head was being pushed into my neck, but it was better than before. I felt my back start to arch, and my legs soared above my head as I did a flip in the air. Somehow my thighs ended up against my head, pushing it further into my neck, and making me feel like a turtle. This all took place in about 2 seconds.
The next thing I knew there was a different type of pain; a crushing feeling, like I was chucked against a wall. There was awful snapping and crunching sound. I felt detached from the sound, but somehow I knew that my body was part of the snap/crunch combo.
Jacob lifted me above his head, and set me down on his shoulders. He looked so tiny from way down there! It was so strange…. I'd always thought of him as my big fierce protector.
"Wow, Jakey, you look so small!" I laughed. He laughed, too, and craned his neck to look up at me.
"Shut up! That's what you look like all the time to me, Shorty!" he chuckled. The way his eyes light up when he flashes one of his perfect, white, toothy smiles is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
The ground flew towards my face as Jacob grabbed my ankles and dangled me head first in the air by my feet.
"Jacob!" I squealed. "Put me down!" Even I couldn't keep from giggling at this, though.
Jacob tossed me into the air, grabbing my waist and flipping me right side up before putting me back on the ground.
"You jerk!" I scolded. I had to use the majority of my strength to shove his heavy muscles to the ground. He grabbed my hands and held them to him, though, taking me tumbling down with him.
We both cracked up. After I had my laughter under control, I looked down at him. I then realized that my hands were still on his chest, and he wasn't any more than five inches away. But I knew from the memory of when I was 13 or 14 and this really happened that I wouldn't have the guts to kiss him.
I surprised myself by actually doing it this time around. I smiled as I looked deep into his eyes and pressing my lips against his. I felt his lips move across mine and into a smile. He sank a little lower as he switched from being propped up by his hands to being propped up by his elbows. His hands were too busy being placed on my waist to hold him up.
"Nessie!" blasted Jacob's voice. "Nessie, can you hear me? Oh God! Oh God! I'm so sorry!" he cried. Why was the angel saying sorry?
That was when the pain hit me. My entire body ached thoroughly. Not to mention the places that especially hurt like hell: My spine, head, and arm. I groaned.
"Renessme! Can you hear me? I am so, so sorry!" I opened my eyes to see Jacob leaning over me. He looked awful. I could tell he'd been crying, and his eye brows were pressed together in deep worry.
"Jacob? What happened? Why are you crying?" I mumbled. I looked around for more evidence of what was going on. We were in a green forest. The colors made my headache worse. I closed my eyes again.
"Nessie, stay with me." Jacob begged. I'd never seen him so shaken up before.
"Relax, I'm not dying." I whispered. "My head just hurts." I felt his warm hand slide behind my head. His breathing caught, and he carefully slid it back out.
"You're bleeding. " he disclosed. "Don't worry. Carlisle's on his way." Was that supposed to relieve me?
"You called Carlisle?" I accused. I defiantly didn't want Dad to find out about this.
"Nessie, you're hurt. Look at yourself!"
As I sat up and examined myself for the first time since the fall, I had some difficulties. My wrist was defiantly messed up. My back was sore from the fall, but it wasn't anything serious. All over my skin were scratches and bruises. Once I saw how beat up I was, everything started to hurt more.
"Ouch." I whimpered.
"Look Nessie…." Jacob pleaded in a whisper. "…..about everything. I still can't tell you, but you have to understand that the choice isn't up to me." What is he talking about? He can't tell me what? "
"I didn't want today to go the way that it did, at all. And I really, really didn't mean to become the disciplinary chief." He cracked a smile. "So can we just forget today ever happened?" It was impossible not to smile right along with him, but I had no idea what I was smiling about.
I racked my brain for the answer, but I couldn't remember anything that would explain what he was talking about. Come to think of it, I couldn't remember anything that would explain where the heck I was. I remembered the fall, and getting ready this morning, but everything in between was just dark fuzz, like on an old, really crappy T.V.
"Wait, back up. What are we talking about again?" I implored. This was so messed up. "And exactly how did I end up flying through the air?" What was left of Jacob's smile vanished.
