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I know I said I thought I was going to write this chapter in Jacob's POV, but I decided to wait until after Jacob and Haley's "undate" to write it.

Chapter 21

(Haley's POV)

I woke to light streaming through my bedroom window, a rare sight for La Push.

I slowly rose from my bed, ready for the pain my head would surely bring, but I barely felt any pain at all. I took that as a small victory and smiled to myself, glad that I wouldn't have to deal with a vicious migraine for the whole day, especially with me going to the movies with... Jacob Black.

I groaned internally, remembering what Paul had told me about him. I wanted to think that Jake was a good guy, but everything about him made me think otherwise: his relationship with Bella, his jealousy about Bella's boyfriend, his random bursts of anger against his friends, abandoning me on the side of the road. There were so many strikes against him and yet, for some reason, I wanted to forgive him every time he made a mistake. It was weird, almost like I was-

"Haley," my mom whispered as she entered my room, probably thinking I was still asleep, yet nonetheless stealing me from my train of thought.

"Hey, mom," I said, smiling at her, yet still feeling slightly bitter about the other night.

"Oh, you're awake. I was just coming to wake you up because it's two in the afternoon," she said, a slight furrow between her brows.

"Really?" I asked. It hadn't felt like I'd been asleep for so long, but it would explain why my headache was just a fraction of what it had been just yesterday.

"Yes, and I was starting to get worried. Dr. Cullen said-" I cut her off before she could continue.

"Would you please quit telling me what Dr. Cullen said? I am tired of it. He's a doctor and told me that I could go about my day like normal. Please quit badgering me about the situation. I'm fine and I did not have any hallucinations yesterday," I added the last couple of words quietly, but it didn't seem like she heard them.

"I'm sorry, it's just that after what happened, I'm a little overprotective is all," she said, tears shining in her eyes.

"I understand that, it's just that you have to let me live my life without keeping me in this constant bubble."

"Okay," she sighed, "I'll try to do better," she said as she smiled at me.

"That's all I'm asking," I said.

"But what about your hallucinations yesterday?"

"I didn't have any hallucinations yesterday!" I practically shouted.

"Okay, okay, but when that boy isn't at the movies waiting for you then hopefully you will believe me." I smiled in response to her statement. If only she knew.

"But I will be driving you to the movies. What time does it start?" She asked. I could feel the shock written plainly on my face.

"Drive me?" I nearly choked out.

"Yes, you can't be out driving when you have a head injury."

"But-"

"No buts. I will be driving you, end of story. What time does it start?" She asked. I thought through my answer carefully before I answered her question.

"5:30," I said, hoping that Sam was able to pass on my message to Jake so that I wouldn't be driven to the movies by my mother, hoping that he would get to my house in enough time.

"All right, then we will leave at 5:15," she said, looking pleased that I had told her, while walking out of my bedroom and closing the door behind her.

The next few hours went by too fast and soon it was only fifteen minutes away from the time when I would be forced to get in the car with my mother and sit while she drove me to the movies like I was a child.

I walked downstairs and sat on the couch, waiting for Jake to arrive.

5:05. Where was he?

5:10. C'mon Jake.

5:14. Oh, crap.

I had officially lost all hope. Jake wasn't going to show up and I would be forced to get to the movies via my mother. How embarrassing was that? Then Jake would get there late because he would have stopped here first only to see that I wasn't there.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. I jumped out of my seat like a rocket and opened the door.

All I could see was a giant gift basket filled with a giant stuffed bear and what looked like assorted chocolates, and flowers of various types, with legs under them.

"You only said that I couldn't buy you popcorn, not that I couldn't buy you something else," he said, having to look around the gift basket just to see me and for a very tall man, that was an abnormal circumstance.

"I guess that makes up for you being late," I said, smiling.

"Yeah, sorry about that. I kind of picked all of this stuff up a few minutes ago. You'd be surprised how many shops give you free stuff when you're as tall and scary looking as me." he said. I looked at him with eyes wide as saucers.

"Just kidding. Seriously, I bought this stuff with my own money," he said, seeming to sense my disapproval. I was about to say that it was a funny joke, but he seemed to be freaked out that I thought he had stolen the stuff.

"Here's the receipt! Seriously, I paid for it myself," he said, starting to shake for some reason, dropping the receipt in the process. I felt the need to comfort him, but didn't know how.

"It's okay. I believe you," I said, smiling at him. He seemed to calm down at my statement, and stopped shaking considerably. I bent down and picked up the receipt, nearly dropping it as I did so.

"One hundred thirty seven dollars!" I shouted.

"Whoops," he said, grabbing the receipt from my shaky hands.

"You can't spend that much on me," I said, my heart speeding up, and my eyes widening. I hated having anyone get me gifts, ever. I felt bad when someone felt the need to get me something, whether it be for my birthday, Christmas, or otherwise. This was just going to the movies together, it didn't call for such expensive gifts, or any gifts at all.

"Yeah, well, I know it's not much, but-" I held up my hand, stopping him. Not much? Was he kidding me? Was I on some sort of hidden camera show and someone was going to come out and say "Gotcha!"

"Jake, I want you to listen very carefully to me," I said in a calm, collected voice.

"I want you to take everything in that gift basket and return it... Except for the bear, that thing is adorable," I said, while grabbing the large bear out of the basket.

"Why?" He asked, seeming disheartened.

"I don't like getting gifts, especially when two friends," I said, gesturing to him and then myself in turn, "Are going to the movies together."

"Why would you spend all of that money on me?" I asked, confused. He barely knew me and yet he wanted to spend over one hundred dollars on me. It didn't make sense.

"Just take it as an apology gift, okay? All of those things that I've done the past few days, take this as a 'let's start over,' type of thing. It's not exactly a gift, more of an... apology contribution," he said, looking smug.

"You do realize that contribution is a synonym for gift, right?" I asked, eyeing his face, waiting for some sort of embarrassment to become apparent.

"Yeah, I know," he said, smirking.

"So, will you take it or not?" He asked, looking at me with a firm determination.

"Fine," I said, my tone defeated, arms outstretched. Instead of handing me the gift, he walked into the house and set it on the table near the couch.

"Sure, you can come in," I said under my breath, thinking he couldn't hear me. I heard a slight chuckle and looked to see that he was grinning at me in utter amusement.

"Haley, who was at the do-" My mom started, walking into the living room, and taking in Jacob's large form. Her eyes blinked several times before she could utter a word and even then she was barely able to complete a sentence. After a few moments, she was finally able to gather her thoughts.

"So you weren't having a hallucination?" She asked in disbelief.

"Finally!" I shouted.

"I'm sorry I didn't believe you, it's just-"

"It's fine," I said, smiling at her.

"Well, we're gonna' head out," I said, turning to leave, but before I was able to get very far, my wrist was grabbed lightly and I was gently pulled next to Jacob. He stood a few feet away from my mother and looked down at me in what looked like an expression of expectation.

"Aren't you going to introduce us?" He asked, smiling slightly, yet his eyes twinkled with mischief. I didn't know what he was going to do, but I could tell that it was something he would regret later on.

"Right, Mom, this is Jacob Black. Jake, this is my mom," I said, gesturing to them each in turn.

My mother put out her hand so Jake could shake it, but he seemed hesitant to do so. Reluctantly, it seemed, he shook her hand. My mother gasped. I could only assume that it had to be from the warmth of his skin. It was always hot, like the sun.

"Why is your hand so warm?" My mother asked, bewilderment in her tone, yet there seemed to be an undercurrent of suspicion.

"Uh, it's a genetic thing," he said, his tone practical and rehearsed.

"Oh, all right," my mom said, a tense smile on her face.

"Haley, don't you think we should hurry up and get to the movie?" Jake asked after a few moments.

"Yeah," I said, turning to head out the door.

"Wait, Haley. I need to make sure that your mom knows that I will be a perfect gentleman on our date," he said. I could hear a smile in his voice.

I stopped before the door in open-mouthed astonishment that he could say something like that in front of my mother. He walked past me, turned slightly and grinned at me as he walked out the door, asking, "Are you coming?" as he did.

I breathed deeply before I turned to face my mom. I looked at her face and it showed pure hatred for only a second until it turned back into a mask of perfect tranquility.

"It's not a date," I groaned in her direction, walking out the door as I did so.

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