Me: Yo! Sorry for the delay but I've been like half-dead for a week because my dad decided he felt like giving me his cold so yea. . . I couldn't really type anything and when I did my biology teacher was all 'We're doing a project for the next three days'. On the bright side- I'm healthy enough to type again now!
Shadow: I still find it hilarious that your parents sent you to school and you couldn't even talk until like half-way through last period.
Me: Well my parent's favorite quote is: 'You're not puking so you're healthy enough to go to school and softball practice today'. Yes. I actually had to go to softball while I was sick. And I also had to run laps. It was not very fun.
Shadow: Obviously.
Me: So anywho- on with chappy number 4!
Lightning: Don't forget the disclaimer smart one.
Me: Oh yeah!
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight because if I did it probably wouldn't be popular at all. On with the story!
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Like so many times before, Jacob felt his thoughts shift unconsciously to Edward Cullen. He didn't know why he kept thinking of him, but he was and there was nothing he could do about it. Since the day he had first seen the boy, he had hated his guts. Why was he always in his mind all of a sudden? Jacob didn't understand it. He loved Bella. Didn't he? So then why was Edward suddenly in his mind so much more than she was? Why was he dreaming about Edward instead of Bella? Why did his former disgust and hatred toward Edward no longer make any sense to him? Something was seriously wrong with him. It was the only explanation. Somehow, he must have gotten some incurable disease without realizing it and which resulted in a complete personality change. Unlikely as this prospect seemed, it was the only explanation. That still didn't mean Jacob was ok with it, but he needed an explanation. Whether this explanation was likely or not didn't matter. He just needed something. Anything. Whatever helped his fear that he was slowly losing his mind.
Just closing his eyes brought up a mental picture of that perfect face. Any sound he heard reminded him of that perfect voice. It was all so real, Jacob felt he could reach out and touch him. This was too weird. The worst part was that Edward seemed to care no more for him than he always had. Wait, why did he suddenly care about what Edward Cullen thought of him? Was he really losing his mind? Or could this be something else entirely?
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Billy knew something had to be seriously wrong with his son. First there was whatever the kid had been planning. Then, Jacob had seemed depressed over something. Now, he was so quiet all the time. Occasionally, Billy would see something in Jacobs's eyes. Something was wrong. And Jacob's eyes kept asking, 'Why? Why is this happening to me?' Something was definitely wrong, but it didn't look like Jacob would be asking for help anytime soon. If only Billy knew what was wrong. If only he knew how he could help, but he didn't. He felt so useless.
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Edward didn't want to admit it, but he was becoming paranoid. There. He admitted it. How could he not with that Indian kid around? Edward liked to describe himself as cautious and careful, but the truth was, he was paranoid. At any given second he had to be ready. The kid was obviously planning something, but what? What was he planning? Would it possibly work? In his defense, Edward had a right to be paranoid. He had to keep Bella safe. He had to make sure that whatever Jacob was planning wouldn't put Bella in danger, but it would really help if he could find out what exactly he was planning in the first place. No matter what happened, he had to make sure that Bella would never go near that kid again. It was the only way to ensure that she wouldn't be put in any unnecessary danger. Edward wasn't worried about himself. He was more than capable of handling anything Jacob could throw at him, but Bella wasn't so fortunate. She had to come before Edward's own safety. Yes, Edward was becoming very paranoid indeed. But he had to be.
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Me: So yea- there it is. Sorry if it kinda sucked but I rushed through it since I didn't get to update last week. This entire chapter was typed between taking notes in World Cultures and after my Geometry test.
Shadow: A test that you probably failed.
Me: Not true! I was even allowed to use a cheat sheet and my teacher gave us a formula sheet too!
Lightning: Not cool! None of my teachers do that for me!
Me: Well that's your problem! Anywho- review!
Shadow: All flames will be given to me to roast marshmallows for smores!