I started college again the next day. Like most people on the reservation I went to its own specialist college. No one knew why but it always started on October 1st. I wasn't complaining; this had given me the chance with my mum, and the time to see Edward; the one I had lost.

As I drove Jacobs's old car into the car park, I looked at him with weary eyes. I was considering what Renee had told me the day before. Was Jacob too young for me? Today was his first day of college. I was going into my third year. I shook the thought off, climbing out of the car and walking around the bonnet to clasp Jake's hand.

"How are you feeling?" I asked stroking the back of his hand.

"Nervous," He admitted, gulping. He then puffed his chest out, probably refusing to look like a coward in front of me.

"It's ok to be scared," I soothed, wrapping my arm around his waist.

We walked into the reception area where all the first years were waiting for their schedules. Jacob stopped by the wall, leaning against it, not drawing attention to himself.

I sighed, pulling him over to a group of people the same age as him. He groaned, "Why can't I stay with you?" He squeezed my hand.

"I'm not leaving you!" I exclaimed, "Just getting you ready for when I have to get to class." I explained, refusing to meet his eye.

He shrugged.

I watched as a group of girls scanned Jacob up and down. I looked their way and they all burst into a fit of hysterics. Rolling my eyes, I drew my attention back to Jacob.

"What if I don't fit in?" Jacob stressed, his temperature rising more than usual. I had to snap my hand away from his.

"I'm sure that won't be a problem." I mumbled, looking at my reflection in the window. I looked different to everybody in this school. I didn't want to go here; I wanted to go to Dartmouth, or Alaska, somewhere remotely close to Edward.

I drifted into my thoughts about Edward when a loud voice snapped me out of it.

"Black, Jacob?" A slightly plump woman called Mrs Stats shouted, pushing her glasses up her nose. Her hair was littered with grey streaks, that made her copper skin look older and more frayed.

Jacob raised his hand in the air slightly, as he was already towering above her.

Raising her eyebrows, she walked over to where we were standing. She fixed a smile upon her face, I knew for a fact it was fake.

"Hello Jacob it's nice to meet you," She said with a very clear instructive voice. Sticking out her hand for Jacob to shake, he shook it cautiously.

"Uh...Nice to meet you too miss." He said clearing his throat, probably wishing she would leave him alone.

His eyes met mine and I smiled at him encouragingly.

"Here are your map and schedule Jacob." She said, hand him more papers than necessary. "Now Miss Swan, you need to be getting to class, I'm sure Mr Black will be fine without you attached to his side." She barked at me, I heard a few muffled giggles form the girls in the corner.

I glared at them, and shrugged. I reached up to peck Jacob on the lips, much to my amusement, they all gasped.

"Bye," Jacob moaned as he stretched his hand as far as it could go with me before finally letting go.

"You'll be fine," I promised, before blowing him a kiss and making my way out the door.


The day that passed was a blur. Not many people would talk to be, but I was used to it by now. I was the pale, clear face girl. Despite, not have many friends there; I missed the high school in Forks. They had all made me feel welcome on my first day. I missed Jessica's desperate longing for Mike to notice her. I missed Mike's constant attempts to get me to notice him. But over all I missed Angela's kind heart and how she was a true friend to me when I needed it.

I stayed in contact with them and we met up from time to time, but they didn't fully approve of me and Jacob.

Here in La Push, however, I didn't have the company of girls desperate for a boyfriend, or guys drooling over my (despite Jacob). Most of all I missed have a true friend I could confide in.

Abandoning all thoughts, I slowly trespassed my way through the day. It was obvious I wouldn't have any classes with Jacob, so I couldn't wait to find out how his day had been.

At the end of the day I made my way to the car. I saw Jacob already waiting there. He was surrounding by a spray of girls. Usually I should have been jealous, but I was happy he had made some friends.

When he saw me, he broke away from the crowd, and pulled me into him.

"How was your day?" He asked against my hair. I laughed and simply nodded into his chest, smirking at all the disappointed girls walking away.

After climbing behind the wheel of his car I asked how his day had been.

"Great!" He started before continuing, "I love it so much here, I have made so many friends, everyone seems to really like me!" He was happy; this above all, made me happy.

"I am glad you enjoyed your day, Jake," I smiled, not taking my eyes away from the road.

"What do you want to do tonight?" He asked, suddenly.

I creased my eyebrows. "Well, actually, Jake, I was planning on going to see Charlie tonight..." I trailed off, waiting for his answer.

He was quiet for a few moments before nodding his head. "Of course," He said finally.

"Good, then its settled." I decided to drive straight to Charlie's from school.


We arrived at Charlie's before he did; I let myself in with the key I had kept for emergencies. I thought I would surprise Charlie by making him dinner, so I searched through the fridge.

"Fish, fish and more fish..." I mumbled as I put my hand in to feel for different food.

"Nope, then this will have to do," I took three fish out and started to prepare them for dinner.

Jacob had made himself scarce and put the TV on in the front room. Under Phil's strict instructions he had started to pay more attention to any kind of baseball.

About half an hour later Charlie came in, exhausted from work.

"Hey dad!" I called making my way to greet him in the hall.

"Bells!" He cried flinging his arms awkwardly around my shoulders. "How're 'ya?" He asked.

"I'm great dad," I said flashing one of my happy smiles.

"Hey Charlie," Jacob called form the couch.

Charlie walked around me and high fived Jacob.

"How are 'ya?" I heard him ask.

"Never better!" Jacob cried.

I rolled my eyes and left them to bond over sports.

After dinner, me and Jake were on our way out, when Charlie stopped me.

"You be careful Bella," He said, hugging me awkwardly again.

"Ok dad," I answered before getting in the car and driving away.


Surprisingly, the sky was still light. I wanted to make use of this pleasant evening. Dropping Jacob at home I said I wanted to have a drive around because the weather was staying dry for once.

He shrugged, before kissing me and darting into the house.

I didn't know where I was driving to, but it was definitely away from the town of Forks.

But about twenty minutes later I pulled up in front of the place I'd never have the guts to drive to again.

The Cullen house.

Slamming the door of the car, I ran, tripping over several times, to the front door.

Touching the knob I noticed that the door was open. This took me by surprise. Pushing the door open I carefully stepped over the threshold.

The house was clean and very bright. I could tell it was well tended to even though I knew no one had stepped foot in the house for approximately twelve months.

It was so clean; they must have come back more recently than they had made out.

My flat shoes made a soft clipping noise as I made my way across the very open first floor. I had been in the house many times but I defiantly wasn't comfortable here. Not on my own anyway.

Wrapping my hand carefully around the banister I pulled myself up the stairs towards the third floor.

I should have been thinking absentmindedly that it was bad to break into their house and have a poke around, but somehow I knew they would be ok with it.

I trailed my fingers across the soft walls until I reached the room I was most desperate to reach.

Edwards.

Cringing slightly as I pushed the door open, my door dropped to my knees. It was exactly as I had seen it last.

Every crease, every fold, every piece of dust. Nothing had moved.

Gasping, I made my way around the room. Examining his book, his CD's, his photos. I let at a squeal when I reached his bedside cabinet

There- standing delicately on his piano- was mine and Edwards's happy faces on the day of my eighteenth birthday; completely unaware of what horror would occur next.

The glass cover was littered with a million specks of dust. I wiped them all away in disgust. I had given this to Edward when we had saved him from Italy as a memory though terrifying, it was a truly crucial part of our story.

So from then on it had been place with pride on Edwards's next true love.

I smiled at our faces; I wished we could be like that again. Placing a sweet kiss above his face I put it down where it should be.

My life was never like that with Jake. Everything had to be so intense.

I was so comfortable with them, so at ease; they were my second family.

"No," I whispered.

A single tear escaped my eyes as I clumsily made my way out of the house. Slamming each door as I went.

As I jumped roughly into the car, I roughly slammed my head on the wheel.

"This is not my life!" I cried through my tears.

Clearing my tears, I made my way back to Jacob, My Jacob.


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