CHAPTER 8 Old jealous friend
"You better go home, Tara. It's getting late, you know." Jacob looked at her.
SHe stood beside him and grabbed his arm.
"Gotta go," I murmured and rolled my eyes at them.
Jacob took my hand before I could make another step. His arms were really long, I couldn't escape him that easy. I just wonder what he wanted this time.
"What do you need now?" I faced them again.
"Wait just a sec, Renesmee," and when said my name. He was dead serious about something and now I must wait. He shook Tara's hand off his arm and pulled her a little farther from the light of the inside of the house.
"Jacob? Is that you?" Gramps Billy appeared pushing his wheelchair. I leaned on wall beside the door frame still waititng for Jacob to tell what he wanted from me so I could proceed upstairs. He didn't need to explain anything about them but now, I ended up seeing them together. I'm getting weaker slowly as I hear thier calm voices talking outside. Maybe, I got tired from hunting but how could that be? I don't ever get tired from hunting. Things are really getting strange for me. I sighed.
"Good evening, Mr. Black!" Tara ran back to where she can be seen by Jacob's dad.
"Back to you, young lady," he looked at her examining her face if he knew the girl.
"You're Mrs. Osborne's daughter, aren't you?" he asked.
"Oh, you're Tara Osborne. Jacob's new friend?" Grandpa Charlie went to join in welcoming her. I froze for aout a sec when I heard him say "new friend". And so what am I? An old friend? A neglected old friend? An annoying sensitive neglected old friend who's jealous about him getting a new one?
Gramps Billy looked at me, too when grandpa Charlie said "new friend" like he knew how I'd be feeling - that sinking feeling which made me feel like I didn't even exist.
"So you are the new talk of the town," Grandpa continued.
"I better go upstairs. I'm going to continue reading. See you guys," I said and walked away.
"Aren't you joining us for dinner, Nessie?" Grandpa was starting to irritate me with his questions. I really feel tired and all he could do a while ago was welcome Tara like she's more important than me now.
"Nessie?" Jacob called me. He was asking the same question.
"No, thanks. I'm still full," I said flatly.
"You're going to love the Clearwater's fish fry that Billy here brought, Tara. Will you join us for dinner? Maybe Jacob won't mind bringing you home later. Right, Billy?" I heard grandpa Charlie continue talking.
I hate you, Jacob! You're being all so goody-goody to your new friend or maybe girlfriend and you've forgotten me, I thought as I locked the room and threw myself to bed. I could feel the tears forming in my eyes and it was too late before I could wipe the now streaming tears on my face.
I heard them in the dining table now and the sounds of spoons and forks were disturbing the night's silent atmosphere. Now, they were all eating.
I heard a knock from the door.
"Nessie?" it was Jacob.
"Please open up, Renesmee," I didn't want to but like a zombie, I stood up and opened the door.
Before he could come in and see me entirely, I went back to bed and covered my face with the quilt. I didn't want him to see me crying specially that Tara was just downstairs. I didn't want to be called a cry-baby. I'mnot a kid any more. I'm going to be a teenager soon.
With one swift pull though, the quilt came off. I was glad the lights were off. Jacob sat beside me like how he sat last night.
"Tara's waiting for you downstairs. I don't want her coming here in my room," I said trying to keep my voice flat.
Jacob cleared my face from the curly hair covering it. I slapped his hands away.
"Nessie, did you cry?" my face was still slightly wet from tears. I haven't wiped all the wetness away.
"No." I denied.
I'm not a cry-baby. I'm not a kid anymore, Jacob, I thought to myself.
Jacob cleared the hair from covering my now sweat neck. I thought I feel him shudder a little but I didn't speak or ask any more.
"Jacob? Won't you be coming down? The food's waiting," Gramps called him.
"I'm good, dad!" he yelled back.
"I'm better now," he said while looking at me.
"You're having me worried, Renesmee," he said my whole name again.
"I didn't ask you to be and besides, I'm just fine," I said unsure if I was really fine. I feel like a big mess was inside my body.
"You haven't eaten enough."
"How could you be sure about that?" I just said. I wasn't sure if he knew that I stopped having all that blood from the elk we found when we hunted earlier.
"I just know, Renesmee."
"I thought you wanted my name Nessie more than my whole first name?" I changed the topic.
"DOn't change what we're talking about," he disagreed with me.
Okay, so I a decided. I just want to know everything. Almost. I stood up and looked at him. The light from the mom's old lampshade was all there was in the room.
I squeezed his big hands and showed him what happened the whole day when he was away.
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