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Hannayla
XOX
"Bella, Jake's here!" Emily shouts from the kitchen.
I grumble and roll over again, "Good for him." I hug my fluffy pillow that has the pillow case with a white wolf that Sam bought me for Christmas.
I wasn't really that angry at Jake. I mean, sure, I was a disappointed and a tiny but mad, but really I just wanted Jake to see that I could handle myself. We didn't live in that time where all the knights saved princesses from towers and all that bullshit. Plus, I can shift into a gigantic wolf exactly like he can and I have ten times the training. I also think that the whole witchy power thing can get me some points in the 'Bella can take care of herself' jar.
"Hey, Bella," I turn my head to the door and take in Jacob Black standing in my doorway with his hands stuffed into the pockets of the only article of clothing he has on.
"Hi." I grumble into my pillow, "Can I help you?"
"I'm sorry for hurting your Sammy," his mouth twist into an ugly smirk, "I didn't realize that I'm strong enough to throw him into a tree."
My Sammy? I'm pretty sure that Sam isn't anywhere close to being mine and if he would belong to anyone it would be Emily. Sure, he was my best friend, but that didn't mean I controlled him. I don't think its right to make people your property. I think that you should be able to think for yourself and be able to make your own decisions without someone breathing down your neck.
"So you don't regret it?" I snap at him, throwing my covers off of me in one motion. Jake hesitates for a second too long. "Tell me the truth!"
"No." He replies softly, "I don't."
I sigh. I didn't expect him to. I had a feeling that Sam and Jake had an argument that never got resolved. "Let's go for a walk."
He followed me like an obedient puppy dog until I stopped at little ways into the Olympic forest, "Look, Jake." I start, "I love you so much, but you need to back of a bit." I glance at Jake's beautiful face that's full of shame and staring at the dirt on the ground, "That stunt you pulled last night with the whole 'Bella broke her curfew and now I'm going to throw Sam into a tree because he's trying to get her back in the house' crap wasn't appreciated."
Jake looks up and laughs, "Wait, Sam gave you a curfew?" When I don't respond he continues, "What does he think he is? Jeez, Bella, he's not your father!"
"I know that, Jacob!" I say coolly, "But at the moment Sam and Emily are the closest I actually have to parents, so just leave Sam out of this."
Jake's face softens the tiniest bit, "Just go talk to Charlie, Bells. It's been months since you left him, and I'm sure he's forgotten all about it."
"I just don't want Charlie to get hurt." I cross my hands over my stomach and squeeze my sides like the way I used to when I was trying to hold myself together. "I don't want to be the one to hurt him." I say softly.
Jake's arms are around me in a flash, and just like that all of the anger I had towards him disappears, "I'm sorry, Bella."
I don't respond, I just bring my mouth to Jakes and kiss him for everything I'm worth. That's one of the reasons why I love him so much; he helps me forget. He helps me find peace inside myself with just one touch.
Jake pulls away a fraction so he can look at me; his breath inches away from my face. "Does this mean I'm forgiven?"
"Yes, but I don't think Sam likes being thrown into trees." I reply, the corners of my mouth twitching ever so slightly. I pull Jake's head back down towards mine and I get lost in this kiss. I forget about Sam, I forget about Charlie and I forget about everyone else living in this god damned world.
XOXO
A while later, Jake and I walk hand and hand out of the forest, our bodies leaning against each other; perfectly at ease.
"Yo, Ghosty, come here!" A loud masculine voice yells from Sam's front yard. 'Ghosty' was the nickname Paul and Jared came up with for me. They say it describes my skin tone perfectly, and I've determined the best way to deal with the boy's crap is to just stick up the middle finger at them. I glance over and see Jared waving his arms in the air trying to get my attention, and I stick to the plan, flipping him a quick finger. I can hear his deep chuckle from where I'm standing. I also notice Paul and Sam tossing around a football around the side of the house.
I tug Jake over to the guys, and I try not to notice how hesitant Jake is to approach them. I'm just about to ask Jared why he called me over here when a football hits me in the back. Jake tenses beside me and I let go of his hand, turning around slowly. "What the hell!" I shout, glaring at the three boys, "At least give me some warning, you idiots!"
Paul is the first to start laughing and pretty soon all three of the boys are bent over at the waist laughing there asses off. I just stand there glaring, "What?" I shout, "Is there something funny about hitting me with a football?"
Paul throws his arm around my shoulders, "Bad pick up line?" He says smiling.
"What?"
Jared puts his arm around my other shoulder and steers me to Sam; away from Jake. "We were just wondering if you wanted to drive into town."
"Who's going?" I ask, craning my neck to look at Jared.
"Just us four," Paul says from my left. The meaning was clear: Jake wasn't invited. "We thought we'd take you out on a hot date."
"Oh?" I say smiling.
"We are the hottest guys in La Push…" And Jake, I mentally add in my head.
"Yeah, yeah, you rock heads." I wiggle away from them, "Just give me ten minutes."
XOX
It's been awhile since I've been to Forks because I didn't want to risk running into Charlie or any of the other town kids. I didn't want anyone to start wondering why I disappeared from the face of the Earth for a couple months. I think this day will be good for the four of us. Don't get me wrong, I love the rest of the pack, but sometimes it's nice to just spend time with the men that I first learned to trust.
"So what are we doing today?" I ask Sam from the passenger seat beside him.
"I thought we'd hand out in the park and go to the movie or something."
Despite Jared and Paul's joking about this being a date I knew it wasn't. It was just a couple of friends hanging out. It felt refreshingly normal in a way that doesn't belong in my life anymore.
I smile at Sam and turn around to look at the other two men hanging out in Sam's truck bed, "Sounds good."
The truck slowly crawls to a stop right outside the Forks Diner; the place where Charlie eats almost every single one of his meals. I hear Sam, Paul and Jared hop out of the truck. Sam opens my door, but I'm rooted to the spot. I'm scanning the packed parking lot for the familiar cruiser, and sure enough there it was.
Charlie. What will he think? Will he even recognize me? He hasn't seen me since the day I phrased and I looked….different. My long brown hair was a colour between brown and black, my skin had a deep California tan, even though it was spring, I was now 5'10 and had hard thick muscles lining every inch of my body. Would Charlie see me as his daughter who finished her puberty with a bang and looked like a 25 year old body builder? Or would he see me for the truth; would he see me as the monster I am?
"Bella?" I'm sure the buys can see the panic written on my face, but even if they can't I'm sure they can smell the waves of terror melting off my body, "You coming?"
I shake my head at him, and slide over into the driver seat. I ignore the shouts of confusion from the wolves. I just jam my foot on the gas and drive away, and to be perfectly honest I don't really care where I'm going.
XOXO
I find myself in front of the bookshelf my father used to take me to on the very first day of every single one of my trips to see him. I would eagerly follow him into the store, my tiny fingers running along the displayed books, and I always remember ditching Charlie at the first chance I got. It wasn't too different now a day.
I walk through the glass door, the tiny metal bells emitting a quiet twinkling sound, my nose being hit with a million different comforting smells of paper and ink. I let my hands skin over the titles while my eyes tried to read the words as quickly as possible.
I feel a cold shiver run up my spine and my arm burns; in the exact same place as my wolf tattoo. The bell twinkles and a rush of spring air blows through the door. The temperature drops and the shop suddenly smells like a cemetery.
I duck behind one of the many bookshelves and slowly peek my head around to pear at the door, and standing right in front of me with marble skin, honey golden hair and an amused sort of expression is Edward Cullen.
"Just because you can't see me doesn't mean I can't see you." I know the vampire is trying to put on a happy façade, but all I can see is a cold bloodthirsty predator.
"You look like a ghost." I reply smugly, "It's an easy mistake."
Act natural. I command myself, you're not a wolf! You're just some ditzy town girl!
Edward chuckles, a light sound like twinkling bells. I can't decide if I like it or not. "I'm Edward Cullen." He says, offering a hand.
I take it with my hand and sigh. I'll have to bleach it at least three times to get the stench off, "I'm Bella."
"Bella?" He questions. I know he's looking for a last name, but I'm not stupid enough to give a bloodsucker any tie to my family, despite having heard rumors that they only drink animal blood.
"Yeah."
"Do you by chance have a dog?" he asks, wrinkling his pale nose.
I laugh at his question, but I suppose these vampires don't know about us wolves. I didn't plan on being the one to tell our arch enemies that they have something to be afraid of. "Yeah, I have this big husky. It sheds horribly. How can you tell?"
I smirk inside. I'm going to have a little fun with this vampire who's oblivious to the Pack's existence.
"You have animal hair on your coat." I look down and sure enough I have pieces of wolf hair on my light spring coat. It must've gotten on there when one of my brothers tackled me. My phone buzzes and I reach into my leather purse. My fingers graze the chest Caitlyn gave me. I don't know why I carry it around; maybe I just like the feeling of having magical items to my disposal, despite not having an idea how to use them. Or maybe I'm waiting for a sign. I thrust my hand deeper into my bag, my hands feeling stray papers until I feel it at the very bottom.
Where r u?
My brothers; the pack; vampires.
I tuck my phone into my bag, setting it down on the ground beside my feat.
It suddenly brings me back down to reality. I shouldn't be joking around with the enemy. I should be tearing his throat out or putting us much distance between the dead walking thing and me.
"Oh, I'll make sure to wash it." I'm not joking any more, but I really should throw my coat in the wash. I'm probably caring Embry or Paul on my coat, "Good bye, Edward Cullen.
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"What do you mean a vampire has your bag?"
I didn't help that Sam was already pissed from my earlier stunt, but then to load him with this. It's like a making for a Sam style wolf explosion. "Well, I'm only assuming."
"How did a bloodsucker get your stuff?" Jared asks.
"I was hoping you wouldn't ask that." Paul gives me a look, "I went to a book store and he was there, okay?"
"So we have a stealing leach on our hands?"
"This isn't funny!" I snap, "I want my stuff back!"
"And you went back and checked?"
"Of course!"
"We'll just get you a new bag!" Jared says. "It'll even be pink with purple sparkles if you really want!"
"But I have everything in there: my phone, my money, and my camera!" and my chest. I add silently. Yes, I, Bella Swan was stupid enough to walk around with priceless dangerous items that could very well change the future.
"No, Bella." Sam says firmly, "You're not going near the Cullens and that's final." His voice is serious and unquestioning. He's daring me to argue with him, "Promise?"
"I promise." I try to sound like my word is true and trusting; Sam smiles, completely believing my promise. It's too bad I'm planning on breaking it.
XOX
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