I DON'T OWN THE TWILIGHT SAGA.
Nessie's P.O.V.
"I mean; he just pisses me off. He'll make me feel sorry for him one minute and then the next he's pissing me off," I tell Jake as we sit at the edge of the cliff in La Push.
"What did he do?" Jake asks. I roll my eyes as I fold my legs under me.
"Well you see, he and my sister were dating a while ago and they had a very nasty break up. He left her and she didn't hear from him for a while and then he comes back into her life and expects everything to go back to the way it was. I just can't believe that she's even letting him back into her life. I certainly wouldn't if I was her." I stare out into the setting sun. Jake and I've been sitting up here for hours, just talking and getting to know each other. The view up here is incredible and I could sit up here twenty-four/seven. I love sunsets. They're the only true beauty in this world.
"If you want I can take care of him," he offers. I smile and look at him.
"Nah that's okay. I gave him hell at the mall. I told him that nobody breaks my sister's heart and gets off easy. Maybe if I keep on giving him shit, he'll change." I look back down at my hands while I twiddle my thumbs.
"I don't know Ness, not a lot of people can change. They might want to, but they can't. It's just the way they are." I bite my lip and try to change the subject.
"What happened to your family?" I ask him.
"Well, my mother died in a car accident when I was little; and my father was originally wheelchair bound due to diabetes but eventually he had an aneurism in his brain and passed away. As for my sisters, well, they both died of natural causes," he confesses. "What happened to your parents?"
"They died in a drunk driving incident."
"I'm sorry to hear that," he says. I nod and avoid his eyes. I hate lying to him. I hate it more than anything. It feels like I'm trying to lie to myself. Every lie I feed to him tears my heart out. You know what? I can't take this anymore. I have to tell him. If I don't then I feel like I'll explode.
"Jake… um, I have to tell you something." I look up into his brown eyes. His face changes into a mask of concern.
"What is it?" I struggle on how to get the words out of my mouth. How am I going to tell him something like this? Like, "so you know how I said that my parents are dead? Well I was sort of lying. In truth they're actually alive. And to top it off, I'm a half-vampire hybrid and am one hundred years old"? No, I don't think so. So I just decide to go with the blunt truth.
"Jacob, I'm-" I'm cut off by a bunch of hooting and hollering down by the beach. I look down to see a bunch of people calling up to us. Two of them happen to be Seth and Leah.
"Oh that's the gang. They're making a huge bonfire tonight and they're gonna make hot dogs and s'mores and share embarrassing stories about each other," Jake says. She looks over at me. "They wanted me to bring you along." I raise my eyebrows.
"So you've been talking about me to them," I say accusingly. "All good things I hope." I'm smiling now. He snorts.
"I promise it was all great things. I'm just afraid that they'll embarrass me."
"Jake, if you're worried that I'll laugh at you, then don't worry. If you want, I'll share embarrassing stories about myself."
"Really?" I nod. He's quiet for a second before nodding and standing up. "Let's go."
By the time we get down to the bonfire, everybody's already chowing down on hotdogs and potato chips. My stomach growls but not for food. It's been two weeks since I last hunted. Though it feels like yesterday. I really need blood right now. But I suck it up (no pun intended) and decide to go hunting after the cook out.
When we get over to the people, Jake starts to introduce us. "Guys, this is Nessie; Nessie this is Tenzin, Adam, Brad, David, Al, Evan, Grace, Tara and Melanie. And you already met Leah and Seth," he says. I smile at as I greet them. I sit down on a log and enjoy the red and orange flames of the fire.
"Do you want a hotdog, Nessie?" Melanie asks me. I look up into her brown eyes and think about that for a second.
"Nah, I'm not hungry," I tell her. I'd rather wait to go hunting later. Everyone eats their food and eventually they start to tell stories.
"So I was with my dad and we had gone out for lunch," starts Grace. "And it was time to pay the bill and, I swear, he couldn't find his wallet. And then he starts going crazy trying to find it, tearing the whole place apart and then, when he finally gives up, he finds it buried under a bunch of napkins on our table." She's laughing so hard that she's snorting and I can't help but laugh along with her.
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~Gina