Chapter 36
Mad
POV: Jacob on an airplane to Dartmouth
Bastard!
I think hatefully, yet again on a flying sardine can on my way out to see Bella.
I am going to kill him if he ever gets close enough.
I look at my text messages for what might be the fiftieth time today. One lousy line, this morning, after weeks of waiting, and promising myself I wouldn't call, interrupting his search.
And all I get is this...
JB-
If you feel an urge to talk to the twin sister. Don't.
-EC
What the hell kind of heads up was that?
I tried calling him back between throwing clothes in my backpack and making my way to Seattle Airport. But his agent or whatever, intercepted the call and wouldn't pass on the phone.
I want to rip something apart, like Edward's head, yes, tear it right off his lousy, glittery, girly-man body.
Bastard!