Chapter 25

The next three years…

Jacob's POV

"Dude, I'll miss you, but I gotta move on." Caleb said. I was helping Caleb move on. It was his last year of college and he was moving out to live on his own. It was our last year too and I bought an art studio on the east side, I already got people requesting for my art so I was making some money.

"I'll miss you too, but a guy has to move on." I said. Croft was over too, but she was in the kitchen consuming our bread. Her hair was now back to her natural hair color, brown. But she still wore those glasses though, it turned out she was as blind as a bat when she didn't have them on. She cursed us for making her like mainstream things and threatened to push us off a bridge, but she never did.

But one time she actually did push me off a bridge, but it was only 3 foot drop. "I won't miss you." She announced. Caleb went up to her and gave her a tight hug.

"BUT I'LL REALLY MISS YOU LAURA CROFT!" He yelled. She looked surprised at first but when he let go she flung a knife at him. "Whoa! When did you have a knife with you?" She smirked.

"I always keep one in my purse just in case. And this is one of these cases." Croft said with a smile.

"You could have killed me!" Croft just stuck out her tongue.

"Um, excuse me, but I'm not going to be the one packing for you Caleb." I yelled. I summoned a tomato in my hands. "I got a tomato!"

Caleb turned around. "Ok, ok fine. You're making me really hate tomatoes!" Croft jumped out of her chair and searched around in my fridge.

"Dude, do you have any beer?" She yelled.

"No, but I have vodka!" She got her face out of the fridge.

"Ew, no, you know I don't like that stuff!" She crossed her arms. I smiled.

"That's because you Croft, can't take how strong it is." I tapped her nose, which I knew that she hated that. "I can take it. By the way, would you pour me some?" She growled but then she grabbed a glass and poured some in.

"Stoll, I can't believe you can drink that." She said as she made a face as I took a swig.

"Will you stop worrying about if I will die if I drink this and do something, or are you just here to steal my bread." She hugged the loaf of bread close to her.

"Don't you dare take away my bread." She kissed it. "I love you." This time she was talking to the bread.

"And you wonder why you can't get a date." I snickered. Her green eyes locked on mine.

"Don't you dare push it Stoll." Her voice was firm, but her eyes gave it away that she wasn't all tough.

"All done." Caleb announced. "Well, let's get going." We helped him move his things into his car.

We shut the trunk and Caleb started the car. "Have fun with Trent." I said. Trent was his currant boyfriend. He nodded.

"I will." We said our goodbyes and Croft rested her head on my shoulder. But soon she lifted her head.

"I'm coming back to you love!" She exclaimed with her arms stretched out wide. I had a feeling she was talking about her only love in the world, bread.

Hailey's POV

"What if mom died?" I asked. Dad looked up from whatever he was doing.

"I don't know, what would you do?" He asked.

"Would you try to find her?" I asked, not answering his question.

"Yes." His answer was automatic. I already knew that he would say yes. He missed her, he missed her a lot. Even if he didn't say anything, he missed her.

"But what if she remarried?" There was always a chance she would. There was a chance that she moved on, met a guy, and then married him.

Dad didn't answer. So I didn't push him and I walked up to my room. I knew the answer, he would be heartbroken. He would try to get her back, but he wouldn't succeed. The only reason I asked him that cause I knew something he didn't.

Rosie's POV

I didn't really like high school, I didn't at all. It was Sophomore year and I still haven't met anyone, like a girl, like me.

But then one day, in class I a girl sat next to me. "Hi." She said. "My name is Erika." I stared at her.

"My name is Rosie." I said after a while. She smiled.

"Is it short for something?" She asked. She twisted her hair with her fingers.

"Uh, yea, Rosalie." She moved a little closer to me.

"That's a pretty name." I felt a little dazed. Was this really happening? She had pretty long straight black hair and sapphire eyes. She was attractive…

She covered her mouth. "Oh my god, I am so sorry, I thought you were a lesbian, I'm sooo sorry-" But I cut her off.

"Shh, I am, but I'm not out of the closet." I whispered. Her eyes went wide.

"Oohhh, I'm sorry." She pointed at a group of people. "Those are my friends, Xavier, Julia, Julian…," Then she whispered. "They're dating and then don't like it when people coo and awe at them." Then she went back to a talking voice. "And that's Pete, Fare, and Willa." She turned to me. "You can sit with us at lunch, since you like never sit with anyone." But then her eyes brightened. "It's like I can be your mentor! Like on that old show Glee with Blaine! And you'd be my Kurt!"

Everything was still hazy, what was happening? But it felt good, like weight was taken off my shoulders. Three more periods till lunch.

Three periods later…

Still Rosie's POV

I saw Erika beckoning me over. I walked over and sat down next to her. "Everyone, this is Rosie." All their heads cocked up.

"Hi." I waved.

An African-American spoke up. "What up?"

"That's Pete." Erika said. I waved a little bit.

"Awww, shy one isn't this one!" A girl with curly blonde hair and freckles cooed. "My name is Fare. Fare Harris." She held out her hand. "Nice to meet you!" I stared at it but slipped my hand in with hers.

"That's Julian and Julia." She pointed to a boy with brown hair and a girl with red hair. They were making out and didn't say anything.

She pointed to a tall boy. "And that's Xavier and Willa." She pointed at two Asian kids. They waved. They talked about something intill Fare asked me,

"Hey, what's your last name?" I gulped.

"Uh, Stoll, Rosie Stoll." The table went silent. Pete spit out the Pepsi that he was drinking and it sprayed on Willa. Julian and Julia stopped making out and stared at me.

"You're kidding." Erika said.

"I'm not that famous, my sister was more famous than me." I muttered. "Even my brother's more famous than me."

There was uncomfortable silence. If only Hailey was here, she knew how to break the silence. "Oh wow." Xavier said clearing the silence.

"Yea." I answered. I move my mac and cheese around with my fork. Erika cleared her throat.

"So, do you have a cell phone?" She asked out of the blue. I swallowed.

"Um, no."

"Oh, why?"

"It's for protection." They all gave me a weird look.

"Protection?" I make up a lie.

"Stalker." I responded. "Lotsa stalkers." And by stalkers I mean monsters.

They all looked at me surprised. "Wow, you've been stalked before?"

"Yea." The conversation continued and then the day went on.

Jacob's POV

"We're going on a bread run!" Croft yelled. Abbie rose from my couch.

"Whhhy? I was just taking a nap!"

"Yea, on my couch, making it smell all girly." I complained throwing a pillow at her. "You know, people think I'm gay cause I hang out with too many girls."

"Or a playa." Croft added.

"Or that." Abbie threw the pillow back to me. But then she smiled.

"Hey! Let's call Jesse!" She chirped.

"Jesse Beck?" Croft asked. Abbie rolled her eyes.

"Do you know any other Jesse Beck's?" I asked. Jesse Beck was a guy with sandy brown hair and thought my mother as a MILF.

I met him on the second year of college and we became friends instantly. He was studying to become a sculptor.

The first time he saw my mom was when I was visiting home and Jesse wanted to come along to see what was left of my family.

So when we got there, my mom answered the door and his jaw dropped.

"Hi Jacob." Mom said with a smile, but I could tell it was fake; none of her smiles were real anymore. She hugged me. Then she turned to Jesse, whose mouth was still open like an idiot. "Who's that?"

I put his jaw back in place. "This is Jesse, Jesse Beck. Jesse, this is my mom." Then I pointed to Rosie who was sitting on the couch watching T.V. "And that's Rosie, my sister." She looked at Jesse but then looked back down.

Mom pulled me aside and asked me if I needed any ambrosia, I did and she went into the back to get some. But then I was pulled aside and I heard Jesse say.

"Dude, you mom is hot." I stared at him.

"What?"

"Are you sure she's 46?"

"Yes. And that's just creepy."

"And she's single! Thank god for your dad dying!" I turned and glared at him.

"Excuse me? She's not looking for anyone, she's still mourning for the death of my dad AND sister." I pulled out a dagger. "And I am perfectly able to murder you and dispose of your body without getting caught."

He stepped away. "Whoa dude, are you a serial killer?" I turned away from him.

"Maybe." Mom came out with a bag of ambrosia.

"Here you go." She said handing me a bag.

"Ooo! Are those lemon bars? I LOVE LEMON BARS!" He reached for the bag but everyone in the room except for him yelled,

"NO!" He all looked at us.

"Why? Their just lemon bars!"

"Well unless you want to die, don't eat them." Mom hissed. "And I heard what you said, and you have no chance, I don't go for little boys." She patted his cheek. Then she turned back to me. "Now go, don't you have to go somewhere?" She raised her eyebrows that meant, 'go with it.'

"Uh, yea mom, bye." But we were still friends even after this. But now he had a phobia of eating lemon bars.

I grabbed my phone and texted him, hey, do u want 2 go on a bread run?

A few seconds later he texted back, Croft?

Yea.

I'll b rite tere.

I turned to the two girls. "He's coming." Fifteen minutes later the doorbell rang and I opened the door and Jesse was there.

"Well, what are you doing standing there? Let's go!" We headed out the door and into my car.

While driving, Jesse asked Croft, "Why do you like bread so much."

"Cause it completes me, I can't be Croft without it. It is my lover." She said.

"Chica, you have a creepy bread fetish." Abbie said. Croft rolled her eyes.

"I haven't had sex with bread… yet."

"Oh, so you were planning to, that's just peachy."

"Croft, you are so kinky." Jesse added.

"Go throw yourself off a bridge." We stopped at a Target and got out. (A/N: If you don't know what Target is and you're a reader from across the sea, than Target is a big supermarket and other things like clothes and furniture, basically everything, the only thing that is different from Target and Wal-Mart is that Target is classier.)

We walked in and Croft immediately walked to the bread section. We got a cart and Abbie commenced to sit in it, she was short, about 5'1, so she could fit in it. "Let us go!" She yelled. "Good thing were at Target, since that guy got all famous he can send his little personal shoppers."

She referred to Reese as 'that guy' when not dating him. Jesse looked at her with distaste.

"What are you? A little girl?" She rolled her eyes.

"Yes, yes I am."

"Ok little girl, where do you want to go?" Jesse asked her. She made her voice higher pitched.

"Let's go to the bread section to check on Crofty." I looked at them. But then I felt my phone start to buzz.

"What you want?"

"Oh that's such a nice way how to address you little sister." I raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, hi, why did you call me?" This wasn't the home phone number.

"Was at a friend's house, mom's working late, I need you to come here and pick me up. Plus it's raining."

"Why won't you teleport?" She sighed.

"I forgot the house keys so I can't teleport inside for some reason." She paused. "Can you just pick me up, I'm tired! The address is…" And then she told me the address. (A/n: I couldn't think of a street and address.)

I sighed, "Fine." I turned to Abbie and Jesse. "I have to go pick up my sister." They nodded and we said our goodbyes.

I went into the parking lot and drove off.

I pulled up to the street and I saw her standing there. She walked towards me and sat at shotgun. She had her hood on but I could see that she had a black eye.

"What happened?" I asked. She sighed.

"Fell down some steps."

"What? And the steps decided to punch you in the eye?" She sighed again. I realized that she had the same sigh as mom and she was sighing even more.

"Just take me home." I gave her a stern look.

"Not intill you tell me what happened." She buried her head in her hands.

"I got beat up, big whoop."

"By who?"

"A guy."

"Who is this guy?" She shook her head.

"It doesn't matter, just drive."

"Tell me."

"A guy who's been asking me out for a year now, I said no but he got mad and punched me." She stated. "And no, I wasn't at anybody's house, I was in Starbucks."

"Ok, do you need any ambrosia?"

"Do I need to breathe?"

"I'm taking that as a yes." I dug into a compartment and took out a bag and handed it to her.

"Thanks." She mumbled. I patted her head.

"No problem Rosalie." I said as she started the car. "But next time if he does that to you, poison ivy him."

Hello my lovelies! I have found WyFi in England and I am writing you this. I'm going to write a one-shot about Jacob if he was actually a killer of humans so look after that, and I will see you soon I hope.