"I won't be home when you wake up," Jake told me as we pulled into the spot in front of his house. "I have to patrol the border of the rez."
I pouted, "Alright... I think I can let you freaks have your way this time."
He ruffled my hair and opened the front door for me. I slid in, noticing that Billy's bedroom door was shut. He was already asleep.
We snuck down to Jake's room and I pulled my shoes off, as well as my pants, before sliding into bed with him. He wrapped his arm tight around me and I sighed as his warm chest warmed me instantly.
"Jake?" I mumbled.
"Hmm?"
"How does Emmett know about you?"
"Because we kill his kind," Jake told me simply. I opened my eyes in surprise. "He knows what we are just as we do them. We can't be friends. That was the closest I've ever gotten to a leech."
"Leech?" I asked, confused.
He was silent a moment, "Nothing. Go to sleep, you'll need it."
But the insessent buzzing in my pocket didn't want that. I opened it, placing it to my ear, and snapped, "What!"
"Look, I know you're at your boyfriend's house or whatever," Alice started. "But your mom is about to drive down there in five minutes."
"What?" I demanded.
"She just left."
I groaned and Jake sighed, letting me go. Like he could hear what was being said. With the wolf thing, he probably did. "What does she want?"
"Well..." Alice hesitated. "She was ranting about grounding you and making sure your pairs partner was... female?"
"What!" I cried louder than intended. I instantly lowered my voice, "What do you mean? Did she say anything else?"
"No, she left our house after screaming at Esme though."
I sighed, mortified, "I'm so sorry. It's like the middle of the night, you're probably sleeping, and we all have to be up early tomorrow. My mom's... ugh, I'll make it up to you guys, I swear."
"Bella, it's fine. We were up anyway," Alice assured me. "Though you might want to hide your skates at Jake's and then stand on the front porch to wait for her. I doubt that she'll be happy, but don't let it be worse..."
"You're probably right," I muttered. "Thanks, Alice."
"No problem," she chirped. "Oh! And about the competition-"
"It's fine. I'm hoping a boy from the rez will try out. He's killer on skates."
"Well, I was going to say that I was about to drop out-"
"Don't!" I insisted. "Really. It's fine..."
"I still feel bad," Alice insisted.
"And this makes up for it. We're even."
"She'll be there any minute," Alice said. "I'd hurry."
"Thanks," I closed it and hopped out of Jake's bed, sliding on my pants and handing him my skates. "Guard these with your life. Don't give them to my mom."
"Aye, captain," he saluted, taking them from me and throwing them under his bed.
"I'll get them in the morning," I promised. I kissed him lightly, "Thanks for the five minute escape."
"Next time, let's not make it so embarrassingly short."
I snorted, kissing him once more, "Not my fault you're so quick."
"Ouch."
I winked and slid on my shoes, before rushing out the door. I heard Jake lock it behind me. Now it was time to face the wolves.
My mother pulled up with a screech and she left the door open as she stormed towards me, "How dare you!"
"Nice to see you too," I told her. "But you know I can't go home to you ranting and raving-"
"This isn't just my dream, Bella," she snapped. "This is our dream-"
"I don't see you skating," I retorted as I walked towards my car. I got in and she stood at my window.
"I already did. And then I had you-"
"Sorry I was the cause of your retirement," I told her bitterly, as she had constantly reminded me about it. "But it was your fault that you got pregnant."
Her face twisted up like she just ate a lemon, "How dare-"
"You tell me that every arguement, so I think it's only fair," I turned on the engine and glanced at her. "Back up."
She stepped back and I pulled away, the tires crunching the twigs under the car.
"We'll talk at home," she told me seriously.
I glanced in the passenger window, nodding, "Of course, coach. I would expect nothing less."
I'm sorry! I should have updated weeks ago, but I've been super busy! Read! Review! And more to come:)
-Nastya Wynde
