Bella's POV

I looked at the phone, ready to laugh and cry at the same time. Was Jake serious? He wants to make the medow our special place and remove Edward completely from my life, I concluded. I sighed. "Sure. Why not. What time?" I heard Jake rifling around, as if looking for something. "Uh...noon?" I looked at my watch. Three hours. Eh. Whatever. It's not like I had anywhere to be - or anything to lose. "Okay. I'll see you at noon, my imprint." He laughed and I smiled. I'd really missed his laugh. He'd been down lately. "See ya at twelve." "Adios." I hung up and ran my hand through my hair.

I started rifling through my closet, looking for something to wear. I decided on a black camisole with a lacey neckline and dark-denim jeans. Today was a fairly dark day - I may as well show that in the way I dressed. When I was fully clothed, I had an overwhelming sensation of cold. I was absolutely freezing. "Charlie, leave the temperature alone!" I called downstairs. Silence. I went downstairs and saw that my father had already left. "What the...?" I said. I walked up to the thermostat and looked at what the temperature was. Eighty-three degrees, as always. So why on Earth did I feel deathly cold? I turned the temperature up three degrees and got under a blanket, hoping it'd help.

It didn't. I flicked through the TV Guide for a while before settling on Gordon Ramsey's Kitchen Nightmares. It was funny watching incompetent adults get screamed at for a change, rather than be screamed at by adults for being incompetent.

I felt watched, and it was unsettling. I squirmed around on the couch before getting up and checking the time. It was only 11:21. It seemed like I had forever to wait. I paced, still bone-cold. I even started running around the house - working up a sweat - trying to warm up. It didn't work, no matter how hard I ran or sweated. It made no sense. Maybe I was getting sick...? That'd be the fucking cherry on top of my ice cream. Absolutely perfect addition to my already jacked up life.

Suddenly, my phone rang. I answered it. "Yeah?" I sighed into the receiver.

"Bella?"

"Uh-huh. Who's this?"

"Mike." Oh my God! Sprinkles and a cherry on top of my fucked-life sundae. Un-fucking-believable!

"Oh...hey Mike. What's up?"

"I was kinda wondering if you wanted to do anything this afternoon. Like grab lunch and see a movie or something? Or we could go to the park or something-"

"Mike, I actually have some place to be this afternoon."

"Oh." There was a lot of hurt packed in that one word. FML.

"Yeah. Rain check?"

"I'll hold you to that." The line went dead. What the hell?

Jasper's POV

I got up and left the medow. I headed in the direction of my old home - the Cullens' home. I was going to revoke my right to be in their coven, whether they were there to officialize it or not.

As I stood in front of the spacious house, I remembered when we first came here. I'd been amazed at how different this part of America was and they'd laughed at my inability to adapt to modern times. I hadn't cared, since I had my 1900's manners.

I clenched and unclenched my fists, feeling them start to sweat. "Carlisle...Esme...Edward...Rosalie...Emmett...A-Alice...the Cullens...I revoke my rights to be a member of your coven." I carved my name on the house, and then scratched it out. It probably wasn't nearly that simple, but it was all I could do at the moment. I no longer belonged to them. I was my own vampire.

Jacob's POV

It was nearly noon. I hadn't changed out of my shorts from yesterday, and I didn't plan on putting on a shirt - just sneakers: without socks. Gross, yeah, but I had a feeling that I'd probably phase some time during this little...intervention I was going to have with Bella. I couldn't believe that I'd told her to meet me in the medow. I was the worst. It seemed like the best place - but also the worst. It was the one place we both knew thoroughly in and out of and one of the only places we would be truly alone in the God-forsaken close-knit town.

But...

It was the worst because that was her and Edward's place. Edward had shared moments with my Bella is that damned field. It was full of pain for the both of us. For her because I'd be making her remember the times when he was here and for me because...I'd be there. In their sacred sanctum.

I shook my head, getting rid of all thoughts of Bella and Edward together. He was finally gone - but he'd left Jasper to finish his work.

Screw Jasper.

I went in the living room, looking around the house. Dad was still asleep. I went outside and breathed in the early afternoon air. There was actually a sprout of joy in my chest. But it was quickly killed. I realized that I'd forgotten to tell Bella that she'd experience some...changes...as she started to take the affect of the imprint. I'd be experiencing them too, but they'd be more like allergy reactions than actual disease-like reactions. She'd probably feel bone-cold, feel congested, be super hyper (almost like she had OCD), and she would feel extremely tired.

I slapped my forehead, feeling like a moron. I'd overlooked that one small detail, and the reactions were probably affecting her right as I thought all of this. I sighed. I'd have to tell her about these things when we met today. When we met today...I smiled happily. Maybe last resorts weren't needed.