Chapter 11: Distancing

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Farrah's eyes flashed opened as she awoke to a beautiful Sunday morning. Last night's previous events still flashed into her mind. It was impossible for her to not rewind the events of last night in her mind. He's invading my mind. Jacob Black. That's all I can think about. I'm supposed to be studying for the SAT's, but I can't think of anything else. She sat up groggily, rubbing her head stressfully.

"Great." She said to herself, "I can't think of anything else but him!"

She stood up, grabbed her pillow and threw it across the room in frustration. I probably look like a brat, but I personally don't care. Farrah opened her bedroom door, walking downstairs to go eat breakfast. As she walked down the stairs, she noticed her whole family was assembled on the couch. They watched her carefully.

"Farrah." Her father called, "would you please sit?"

She suspiciously looked at Chelsea, already knowing what this would most likely be about. Jacob. She made her way towards the end of the couch, away from the rest of her family.

"What's this about?" Farrah asked, even though she knew.

Her dad's eyes narrowed, "I'm going to ask you a very serious question and I want the truth."

"Alright." She nodded her head in agreement.

He took a deep breath, not wanting to ask this question, "have you been letting Jacob sneak into your bedroom at night?"

The actual conversation was a lot worse than she could've ever imagined it, "no. It's not what you think."

"So he hasn't been in your bedroom?"

Farrah continued to lie to him, "he…he hasn't."

His face dropped all composure, turning angry, he clearly didn't believe her, "Farrah, I trusted you."

"Dad." She grew upset, "it's all too complicated. Don't you believe me?"

"There's no excuse to letting a boy into your bedroom!" He shouted, "I thought I raised you better than this."

"Did you use protection?" Lisa asked as she gulped nervously. It took Farrah a moment to comprehend what she meant.

"We didn't do anything, we're just friends." She answered, feeling very offended. Chelsea smirked as she sat close to her mom. It was an enjoyment to watch Farrah squirm.

"I can't believe you!" Her dad stood up, "you could be pregnant or have contracted an STD! Do you know how irresponsible this is?"

"Dad!" Farrah stood up next, angrily retorting, "I didn't sleep with him!"

Her dad became even more furious, believing her to be lying still, "I forbid you to see him for now on! This is over."

"This is unfair!" She shouted back as tears began to swell in her eyes. It was injustice; unfairness, sadness, and exhaustion that had been built up in her, all of these feelings were finally bursting out of her in tears.

"It's not unfair. It's what I need to do as a parent." He sternly said.

"I didn't do anything wrong!"

"Go to your room." He said sternly, once again, "I want you to think about what you've done."

She angrily ran towards the stairs, sprinting up the stairs. She got to her room, slamming the door loudly. It wasn't fair, it was all too complicated. Why couldn't things be simple? She threw herself on her bed, silently crying. At that moment, she wanted to slap Chelsea in her face. It would only get her into trouble though….

The next few days seemed to drag on. School was going the same as usual. The only unusual things, were not seeing Jacob and being in her bedroom constantly. Farrah knew if she really wanted to see Jacob, she could….Part of her wasn't ready to see him. He made her feel impulsive, passionate, and emotionally unstable. Feelings that had never been stirred in her before. She knew that he would still patrol around her house though, hearing him howl about three times a night. The howl sounded sad, which bothered her. It made her want to answer his texts and phone calls.

Farrah walked in the long hallway, towards the locker she unfortunately shared with Chelsea. Tons of students buzzed around her as they socialized and made their way to fifth period. It took her a few minutes to reach the other side of the hallway, where her locker was, due to the traffic of people. For the past few days, she had been ignoring Chelsea at home and school. She had purposely been using her locker, when she knew Chelsea wasn't there for sure. She finally approached her locker, but saw Chelsea standing there. She was fixing up her make-up from the small mirror, which hung inside their locker. There's no way I'm going to let her prevent me from getting what I need from my locker. Not today. She confidently approached their locker. Chelsea stood in the way as she dabbed on some more eyeliner. Farrah waited for a few seconds, hoping she'd hurry up. Chelsea took her time though.

"Excuse me." Farrah politely said.

"No." Chelsea answered rudely, "I'm not moving out of your way."

She stood calmly, trying to not let her anger boil up to the surface, "Chelsea, just let me get a book I need."

Chelsea popped her eyeliner cap back on the eyeliner as she put it away into a small make-up bag, she then turned towards Farrah, "look, you're a bitch. You never backed off Jacob at all. You lied to me. You said you would."

Why is she acting like she's the victim here? She responded, "why are you the victim? You were the one who started this whole thing."

Chelsea scowled, "I don't want to see your face anymore." She reached into the locker, grabbing a random textbook that was Farrah's, "here." Chelsea slammed it onto the ground, barely missing Farrah's feet.

"Stop it." She bended down to pick up her textbook.

"here's another one." Another textbook came flying onto the ground, "no wonder why your parents didn't want you. You're nothing but a skank."

These words repeated in her mind. No wonder why your parents didn't want you. She angrily held the two textbooks now, clutching them. The words ran in her mind, once again. It became more painful each time. The pain only caused anger though.

"Do not throw my books onto the ground!" Farrah suddenly yelled as she shoved Chelsea out of the way, stuffing her textbooks back into her locker, "this is my locker, not yours!"

Farrah grabbed one of Chelsea's books, slamming it onto the ground, "you're officially kicked out of my locker." She reached for several of her notebooks, throwing them onto the ground. This situation began to grab other students' attention spans.

"Don't!" Chelsea shouted as she stopped Farrah from slamming her geometry book onto the ground. Her hands connected with Farrah's chest, pushing her several feet away. Many students stopped walking in the hallway, prepared for what was about to happen. Chelsea watched as her shoulders were suddenly violently grabbed.

They struggled violently now as they grabbed each other's shoulders. Each of them trying to beat up the other one. Farrah reached for her red hair, yanking it. Chelsea let out a small whimper of pain. Her head lowered as her hair was pulled towards the ground. Farrah realized she had the upper hand now, letting every ounce of anger come out now. Her knee lifted as it connected with Chelsea's lip. Many students gasped as they watched Farrah back off. A small part of her conscience told her: she would get in trouble. Chelsea touched her lip, staring as a trickle of blood appeared on her finger. Her lip was bleeding. This made her angry. Her hand suddenly lifted, landing a backhand slap on Farrah's face. Her arms reached out, connecting with Farrah's arms. They struggled once again, but this time a violent instinct overwhelmed Farrah. She shoved Chelsea into the locker, causing her head to smack the hard surface. Her knee lifted once again, landing a blow into her stomach. She was never a fighter, or so she thought….

Chelsea held her stomach in pain. Her body was pushed to the ground, hitting the hard tile. Farrah was now on top of her, using her fist instead. Her fist slammed into Chelsea's body repeatedly. Any inch she could hit, would be hit. Many guys wolf whistled as they watched, hoping a shirt would be torn off.

"Get off her!" A tall male English teacher yelled, yanking Farrah away from Chelsea. A violent yearning made her struggle against the teacher, she wanted to do more damage. Chelsea stood up as her red hair flared all over her face in a huge mess. Her make-up was smeared, clothes wrinkled, lip and nose bleeding, and a bruise was forming on her cheek. Farrah had no physical damage, but her curly blonde hair was in a mess like usual.

"You're both coming with me." He grabbed them both, walking them towards the principal's office. They walked down the hallway, earning many comments from students who had witnessed the fight. Not many fights had ever occurred in Fork's High School at all. It was a huge deal whenever a fight would occur, but it was a bigger deal due to the fight being between girls. They stopped walking as they approached the principal's office.

"You two, sit down." The teacher directed them to. They listened, sitting down on two chairs that were placed right in front of the principal's office. He walked into the principal's office, shutting the door behind him. Farrah awkwardly glanced at Chelsea. Silence filled the air, it seemed as though it would be everlasting.

"You know." Chelsea surprisingly broke the silence, "we are going to get into lots of trouble."

"I know." Farrah nodded her head.

"You…" Her voice expressed something different, a new tone Farrah had never heard before, "you really kicked my ass."

"I guess so." She replied.

"Farrah." Chelsea turned to her, "I….this situation is just so complicated."

"You made it complicated." She hissed at her, still feeling a tinge of anger left.

"I know I did." She admitted.

"You know you did?"

"I messed up. I mess up everything…" Her voice filled with sorrow. This caused all angry feelings that Farrah held onto to melt away, "I always do this, I can't control it."

"Chelsea." She began.

"No, just let me talk." Chelsea interrupted, wanting to explain, "I'm sorry I've been horrible. From the day I've met you, all I've been doing is being destructive." She clasped her red hair in frustration, "I just cant stand people like you…"

"What do you mean?" She wondered.

"I mean, girl's who are practically perfect. Girl's who are smart and pretty. You're a parent's dream, Farrah." Her tone grew soft, full of regret.

"I'm not perfect." Farrah told her, "I'm far from it. I have trouble having fun, trouble waking up in the morning's, my hair's a mess, I run from situations sometimes…" Her mind thought of how she had been avoiding Jacob.

"You're not like me. You haven't done all the bad things I've done though…" She muttered, "I'm truly sorry for acting so terrible."

"It's fine." She easily accepted her apology.

"It's not." She shook her head, "I should do something for you."

Farrah stared at her with puzzled eyes, "like what?"

"Whatever you want."

"I don't want anything." Actually, there's tons of things that I'd want, but nothing Chelsea could get me.

"Are you sure…" She grinned, "isn't there a certain guy you want?"

Her cheeks reddened, "what are you talking about?"

"You know, Jacob." She said the obvious.

"I thought you thought we were together." Farrah said with confusion.

"I just said that. I know you're too much of a prude to make a move."

She smirked in response, "I am not a prude."

"Yes you are."

The two girl's giggled, finally finding a common ground. The biggest problem Farrah faced now…was a certain werewolf.

Farrah sat as her arms draped across the lengthy woodened table, reading Pride and Prejudice. This was a book she would never get sick of reading, she absolutely adored it. She luckily was ungrounded now when Chelsea admitted to lying to her father. It wasn't technically a lie, but Chelsea didn't know that. They had ended up getting suspended for two days, which almost made Farrah have a heart attack. She hated missing school. Instead of being at school she was at the library, enjoying herself…Her gray eyes looked up from the book towards the entrance, curiously waiting to see who would enter next. A familiar face entered the library, a face she wasn't ready to see. Farrah jumped out of her chair, instinctively running towards the shelves of books. He hopefully wouldn't see her if she hid. Jacob is a werewolf, he'll just smell me. That's probably how he found me. She quietly walked, being concealed from the shelves. Her head took a peek, trying to see where Jacob was. He was nowhere in sight though. Crap, where is he?

"So, you're hiding from me?" Jacob's voice appeared from behind her. Farrah turned around, finding him standing there. He looked incredible like he always did. His enticing scent reached out to her, making her want to embrace him and take in the scent.

"No…" She denied, "I wasn't hiding from you."

"You've been ignoring my texts and my calls. I track you down here, and I find you trying to hide from me." Jacob said.

"Jake, it's just all too difficult." She admitted, backing away from him. He only moved forward, closing the distance between them. His heart pounded as he felt the need to kiss her.

His face approached hers as he whispered into her ear, "are you afraid? Is that it?"

She pretended to not no what he was talking about, "I don't know what you mean."

"Are you afraid of the way I feel?" He moved closer as she bumped into the shelf behind her. Farrah nervously watched as his eyes became intense.

"We're in the library." She reminded him.

"I don't care; I want to know why you've been avoiding me." His hand lifted towards her face as he touched her cheek, stroking it.

"I got grounded because of Chelsea." She began explaining, "I'm not grounded anymore though."

"I heard that you got in a fight with Chelsea at school." He said as he drew his hand away from her face, controlling his feelings.

"How did you know about that?"

"Sometimes my school hears things about yours because the situation is so talked about." He smirked, "I heard you beat her up."

"I guess I did."

He backed a few feet away, giving her space, "I never thought that you'd be the fighting type."

"I didn't either."

An awkward silence filled the air as Farrah nervously fiddled with her fingers.

"I missed you." He interrupted the silence. His eyes met hers in another intense stare.

"I missed you too." She confessed without thinking.

He smirked, "so you really missed me?"

"Yeah." She nodded her head.

"You know." He said, "I've been patrolling your house, even though you haven't been talking to me."

"I know." Farrah managed to get away from the shelf she was cornered into, "I heard you howling."

"I was sad." He reached for her hand, grasping it in his. Farrah looked at him confused, but didn't pull her hand away or say anything about it. She walked back to the table where she had been sitting at. She grabbed Pride and Prejudice with her available hand. "Let's go outside." Farrah thought it'd be better. They walked outside, still holding hands. Great, now everyone is going to be saying Jacob is my boyfriend….

Farrah's eyes widened when she saw Jacob approach a motorcycle, which probably wasn't his, "Jake, don't mess with other people's stuff." She warned.

"Fare," he smirked mischievously, "this motorcycle is mine."

"What?" She thought Jacob was never the motorcycle type guy.

"I fixed it up." He explained, admiring how beautiful it looked.

"That's cool." Farrah approached the motorcycle, touching cautiously, "I wish I could fix things like you can."

"Do you wanna go for a ride?" He offered, thinking about how she would have to hold onto him.

"I have to get home." Farrah said sadly, actually wanting to go on the motorcycle. It would be a little wild for her, but it seemed like it would be fun.

"Awe…" He made a playful sad face, "really?"

"Yeah."

"Let me walk you back to your car." He offered.

"Alright." Farrah agreed to it. They walked towards the other side of the small library, where a small parking lot was. Farrah stared at their hands as they were still conjoined. She stopped by her car, not wanting to go home. There were chores for her to do though.

"Do you want to do something next Saturday?" He asked.

"Like what?"

"Hang out. We'll figure out something to do." He said.

"Sure." She already looked forward to it. She grinned as she stared up at Jacob's tall stature.

"Bye." He spoke sadly, as he pulled her into a quick hug.

"Bye." She mumbled against his chest.

They pulled apart as Jacob prepared to walk away. Farrah daringly grabbed his hand, pulling him towards her.

"Wait."

"What is it?" He wondered.

She stood up on her tiptoes as she placed a fast kiss on his cheek. Farrah couldn't believe she had just did that. She had never been so forward before.

Jacob flirtatiously put his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him, "you know, my lips need a kiss too."

Her cheeks reddened, "umm….I got to go." Shyness filled her.

He forwardly addressed their previous problem, "why don't we kiss? We already almost did."

"Look." She stated in denial, "we never almost kissed."

"I know I was trying to kiss you." He smirked.

"No you weren't."

"Isn't it obvious how much I want you?" Jacob asked, "I still want to be more than friends."

"That's nice." She sarcastically mumbled, turning her face away. Her body shivered slightly from nerves as Jacob moved his head closer to hers. He lifted his hand to her face as he turned her head towards his. Their eyes met in an intense gaze.

Jacob could feel his body filling with heat from nerves, "Farrah, I want you so much."

She felt her stomach churning, but still didn't want to admit how much she wanted him. It'd be better if they stayed only friends.

"I want to stay friends." Her voice broke through the intense moment.

Jacob's eyes filled with hurt; he covered it up though, "fine, I won't stop trying though. I won't stop trying to win your heart."

He gave her a fast kiss on the cheek, then hastily walked off. Farrah felt as though a weight had been lifted off her.

"You've already won my heart…" She whispered.

A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I sort of injured my knuckles, have had tons of studying to do for algebra two, and a bunch of other stuff. This story will be ending soon, just to let you know.