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Previously on The Calling: I began by telling them about the phone call, then the visit, the apology, the refusal, Rosalie's conversation, and what happened in Bio. Finally after I was done, I looked up at the pack. Everyone was silent and rigid. They all wore dark expressions on their face.

After a tense fifteen minutes, Sam spoke.

"We can't let you be with them, Bella. You were right in refusing them back into your life, but from the looks of it, you're probably going to need protection. And I have just the solution to our problem."

BPOV

We all looked at him, waiting for him to tell us about his 'plan'. What Sam said shocked me.

"We-the pack-are going to transfer to Forks High. Not only that, but one of us will stay with Bella and Charlie to protect them."

Surprisingly everyone nodded in agreement. Am I the only one who thinks that this is going a bit too far?

"Wait a minute," I interrupted him. Sam looked mildly annoyed, but waved his hand in a 'go on' fashion.

"I don't think that's such a good idea. They're not hurting me, well, physically or anything. I don't need the protection. I'm perfectly safe. I know them. They won't hurt me or Charlie at all. They're good. So this protection is completely unnecessary. I'm touched that you all care about so much to go to this great deal of trouble to help me, but I don't need it."

Sam huffed. "Bella, we're going to do this whether you like it or not. Your part of our family now and we look out for each other. Just don't argue this, please."

I tried to reason with him. "Fine. You can come to school at Forks, but as for the nighttime patrol, I don't think so. You guys stay home and do not watch the house. Edward is too much of a gentleman. He might come to the house, but he waits for permission to enter through my window. He won't just barge in. If you can do that, then I won't tell Charlie that someone busted his baseball trophy last month because they were running in the house." I looked at Paul when I said this and his face contorted into horror.

"Sam, do what she says! I don't want the chief kicking my ass for breaking his trophy!" Sam rolled his eyes.

"Damn, Paul. You're a werewolf and your scared of the towns Chief of Police?"

"Your damn right!"

Sam let out an aggravated sigh.

"Fine. Okay. You win Bella. No patrolling. We'll probably be there on Monday morning so expect us. Jacob, drive her back to your place to let her get her truck and go. Bye Bella." He smiled at me and when I was halfway out the door I swear I could hear him say to Paul, "You're a damn werewolf and your afraid of a police officer. Man, aren't you a sissy!"

I chuckled to myself.

When we arrived at Jake's house, he was tense. His back was rigid and his hand gripped the steering wheel tightly even though he had long since turned his engine off.

"Jake," I whispered. He turned and looked at me with pensive and stormy eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" His voice was low and calm, but his face was a mask of anger. I gulped.

"I didn't think it was anything at first. I thought I could handle it on my own. I guess I was wrong." I whispered softly with my head bent down in shame and hurt.

Jake got out of the car and slammed the door. I followed his example and got out too, but I closed the car door quietly.

Jake was at the driver's side of my truck with his head and back propped against it. He was taking deep breaths, probably trying to calm himself down. When he was done, he looked down at me with serious eyes. They weren't angry anymore, thank god, but still there was no laughter or happiness on his face like there was this afternoon.

Jake placed his hands on my arms in a firm grasp. "Bella, listen to me. I want to know these things. I need to know these things. I don't want you to get hurt again, mentally or physically and I'll do whatever it takes to make sure that you don't go through this kind of hurt ever again. You asked me a month ago at La Push beach when we were having a picnic, about why I look out for you so much. Do you remember how I didn't answer you?"

I nodded.

"Well, here's your answer: it's because I love you, Bella. So…much…" As he was speaking he quickly lowered his mouth to mine. Before I had time to react and push him away, his hot tongue slipped inside my mouth. His hands slipped off my arms and somehow found themselves lost in my hair. I was in a daze. I didn't know if I enjoyed this or not. It wasn't like kissing Edward; it was nice, but there was no spark.

He quickly let me up for air and I did the only thing I could think of at the moment. I slapped the back of his head. Hard.

"Oww," he complained. "What the hell, Bells?"

I was shaking. "Jake, I didn't give you permission!"

"I didn't think I needed it," he yelled.

"You do. Jake, I don't think of you like that. I mean, I'm still getting over…you know who. Please, just give me time!"

"I've been giving you all the time in the world! I mean, Jesus Bella. It doesn't take that long to get over a guy, especially a bastard like him." I glared hard at him and his eyes widened as he realized his mistake.

"Bella…I-"I didn't even let him finish before I kicked him hard in the leg with my boot, got in my truck, and drove away. I felt bad for my behavior, but in my defense, he totally deserved it.

When I got back home, Charlie was still up. He questioned me about why I got out so early (the school called him, apparently) and where I have been. I told him I wasn't feeling well, so I had gone over to Sue's place for her famous homemade cough syrup. He seemed to believe it and I was finally free to retire to my room for the night.

I was so exhausted that I didn't even feel like taking a shower. I didn't even change out of my clothes; I just slipped off my boots and jacket and climbed into bed.

My last thought before I lost all consciousness was, 'What the hell have I done?'

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