Yes, I do love Paul. And yes, I really believe he would do something like this. Accidently, of course.
5/FIVE/V [WEEKS]
Jacob realizes now, how he should have been paying more attention.
That, at the time, he was a little too relaxed; sitting on the couch, the sun coming in his garage's window so it was hitting his face just right. He didn't even notice Bella was over by the pile of old radio parts.
Because if he would have seen that, he would have stopped her.
But he didn't.
It was just as he opened one lazy eye he realized she was standing there with The Collar in her hand.
"What is Kirby's collar doing in the corner of your garage?" She asked, her voice was dangerously quiet, and she didn't sound like she was asking him like she was confused. The question was loaded.
"Who?" Big mistake. One look at her face, and he knew it was the worst thing he could have said.
"Kirby." She said, getting louder. "Kirby, Jacob. My kitten. You know, the one you bought for me. The one we haven't seen in a week." She shook The Collar, emphasizing each word.
"Oh. Right." He said weakly. "Um…I don't quite know." Which was a lie.
"Then how did it get here?"
Jacob swallows. He wished, for the thousandth time that past week, Bella wouldn't have gotten so attached to the damn cat. She only had it five weeks…
"How did it get here, Jake?"
"I might know where the cat went…"
"What?"
"I…might know where the cat went…" He trailed off at her expression, scratching the back of his head. A blush rising to his face, for once.
She doesn't say anything.
Fucking Paul. He thinks.
"It was Paul." He blurts out, feeling about five years old again.
"Paul?"
"When you left Kirby here last week, I left the garage door open. And he must have wandered outside. And he must have gone pretty far, which you know, I would think he had a little more sense…but anyways, Paul was patrolling. He had been all night. So I guess he hadn't eaten in a while…"
"Are you saying…Paul ate Kirby?"
He cringed.
"Jacob." He remembered Paul saying, walking into the garage, wringing The Collar in his hands. "Bro, we might have a problem…"
"Yes?" Jacob looks at Bella.
"And nobody thought they should tell me?"
"Jake, what are we going to do?" Paul looked worried. "If Bella tells Rachel, she's going to freak on me."
"I don't know. What the fuck were you thinking?"
"I was hungry, like, really hungry. What are we going to do with The Collar?"
"Let's hide it."
Jacob realized it was not his best idea.
"We hoped you would think it ran away."
"Instead of me thinking Paul ate it." Even worse then Jake feeling like he was in trouble, he saw her nose turning red, and her eyes getting a little too bright.
"Bells…" He walked towards her slowly. "I'm sorry…please don't cry."
"I can't believe you didn't tell me." He could see her trying to hold onto her anger.
"I didn't want you to be sad."
Then the garage door opened, and Jacob sees Paul. Of course. He's trying to gesture with his eyes Paul needs to leave. Right now. To run for his life…but Bella turns around.
And Paul's eyes widen when he sees The Collar.
"Oh shit." Paul says.
"Not all your wolfy senses can protect you, Paul." Bella says.
"I'm sorry Bella—"
She stands there, glaring at him, before running out of the room, throwing the ultimate threat over her shoulder. "I'm telling Rachel."
Paul's eyes bulge. "So wouldn't."
Jacob's laughing. "She so will, Paul."
"I wouldn't laugh if I were you, because she's your sister, and it was your idea to hide it."
Jacob's face sobers immediately. "Bella!" He's running, and calling after her. "Bells, maybe we should think about this…"
