Apology: Sorry for taking so long. After I got back from my trip, I tried to get going on this chapter, but I didn't have any inspiration. Plus, school's been pretty hectic lately so... Here I am!

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Chapter 31
(Haley's POV)
Walking down the street, the cold mist covering my face in droplets of water, I couldn't help but feel both a sense of depression and a surge of fiery anger. Talking about my brother, having to live through the moment over and over again caused me to feel all of the despair that I had felt that day, all of the shame and regret. To remember the looks on my parents' faces was too much- their eyes nearly bloodshot from crying, their faces drained of color. All of that was not the worst part, though. The look of pure disappointment and anger that had been directed at me for months after the accident was nauseating. However, knowing that all of the fault had been upon my "friends" was... There was no word to describe it. I had trusted them with everything I had and yet they had never spoken a word about their secret. Their smell had been the cause of Sam's attack, and in a way, I couldn't blame him. He had believed that I had been a threat to not only him, but the people of La Push. How could I fault him for what he had believed was right with every fiber of his being? It was hard, though. For the longest time I had only had one thing to blame- an animal. That mindless beast was supposed to be the answer to my question. Who was to blame? Now, there were so many people- and I used the word loosely- that had had a part in my brother's death. The Cullens, Sam, me. We had all caused it and yet I found myself pushing blame onto the ones I could directly confront, those who weren't myself.
I found myself walking back to Jacob's house. I wasn't exactly sure why. Maybe I wanted to yell at Jacob, maybe I wanted to sob uncontrollably into Jacob's chest or maybe I just wanted to take my car and go. It would all depend on how I felt when I got there.
So, Jacob and his friends were werewolves. The Cullens were vampires. Where had my mind been when I had believed there was nothing abnormal about this little part of Washington? How had I not noticed all of the strange actions of those around me?
The wolves had all started following Sam around before they had disappeared from school, beefed up, cut their hair and gotten tattoos. They had vile temperaments versus their previously mellow nature and all lived in La Push, where the legend of the werewolves was ever-present.
The Cullens never came to school when it was sunny out, disappeared right before a blood typing in Biology and, now that I thought about it, they each had extremely cold skin and Edward hadn't been injured that day when Bella had nearly... Been hit by a car. Had Edward saved her life, and if so, why? Wouldn't that have exposed them to the public? Obviously, we were too stupid to look at the bigger picture. We couldn't understand that there were too breeds of supernatural creatures all within twenty miles of each other.
I could barely breathe by the time I made it to Jacob's house. I felt like I was going to hyperventilate after all of the information I had absorbed.
I walked to my car and, pulling my key out of my pants' pocket, I held it up to the car door and stopped. Something in me didn't feel right about leaving, as if my entire being screamed at me not to leave this place. My gut told me that I needed to be here, but I had no idea why.
I slowly placed my key back into my pocket and walked to Jacob's front door, knocking lightly on the rusty exterior. I was surprised it didn't split down the middle; it was in such state of disrepair. I guess you don't have much time to fix doors when you're running around as a giant wolf. The door creaked open with the light pressure of my hand for me to find the living room void of any people. All I could see was a broken vase on the ground near the sliding glass door that led outside.
I walked to the glass door and pushed it open, walking into the backyard. It was fairly large and consisted mostly of grass- no lawn chairs or furniture of any kind- yet there were a few stray bits of color on the grass. They yard led straight to the densely packed forest. When I went to inspect the objects, I found small scraps of cloth that looked vaguely similar to the clothes Jacob had been wearing earlier.
I sat in the grass next to the scraps and plucked the green blades out of the ground. What better did I have to do than to wait? For what, I didn't know. After one hundred twenty seven pieces of grass had been meticulously yanked out of the ground, I heard a voice.
"What are you doing here?" The voice held no malice or disdain, just simple curiosity.
"I don't know. Waiting, I guess," I mumbled, still looking at the ground.
"For what?" I looked up, to see Paul walking over to me, his chest bare and khaki colored shorts slung on his hips. He sat down next to me and looked at me, his eyebrows scrunching up.
"Don't know." I shrugged.
"Something just told me to be here," I said, going back to taking the lives of each individual grass piece. It was almost as if taking the grass out of the ground would help the anger and helplessness I felt inside.
We sat in silence for a few moments until he spoke again.
"So, aren't you mad?"
"Sam, yes. The Cullens, definitely, but at you, no," I spoke sincerely, looking at him in the eyes to show him that I meant it.
"What about Jake?" He asked.
"What about him?"
"Are you mad at him?" I waited for a moment, trying to figure out how I really felt.
"No. I'm just trying to figure out what his problem is."
"What do you mean?"
I sighed. "First he won't talk to me, then he accidentally hurts me. Next thing I know he won't leave me alone and here I am, at his house, trying to understand why I feel like my heart's being ripped out of my chest because he's not here with me. It's ridiculous," I scoffed. My emotions were ridiculous. Why did I even care if Jacob showed up or not. It wasn't like I was important to him at all. He had obviously been pretending, or it had been a bet to see how long it took before I found out what he really was. That was why he wasn't here. He didn't want to see me and I didn't know why I cared.
"Wait, you actually want to see him?" Paul asked in surprise.
"Yeah," I said, my brows furrowed.
"Jake's been off in the woods moping because he thinks you hate him and that's why you left earlier. He thinks that you'll never want to see him again or something. I told him everything would be fine but he just told me to... Actually, I probably shouldn't say what he said. I shouldn't use that kind of language around you."
"Hah!" I heard someone guffaw. I looked up and saw Jared running out of the trees.
"You actually care about using cuss words in front of her. Dude, you've gone soft!" Jared roared, nearly doubling over in his laughter.
"Hey, what can I say? She's like my little sister!" Paul shouted across the yard, ruffling my hair and standing up in the process. Paul proceeded to run across the field as he leaped at Jared full force. They went tumbling to the ground in a mock fight.
I couldn't help but laugh a true, heartfelt laugh. The first one I had had in a long time.
They paused in their fight and untangled, walking over to me in synchronized steps. It made my heart leap in my chest. This was not going to be good judging by the evil smirks on their faces.
"Jared, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Paul asked.
"Probably not. Your mind is usually pretty empty." Jared laughed. I was waiting for Paul to get annoyed but he just continued.
"Guess you'll find out." Paul smiled, grabbing me and throwing me over his shoulder. I yelped in surprise, although it shouldn't have been much of a shock. For some reason Paul loved to throw me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing more than a common fruitfly.
Paul took off into the woods with Jared close on his heels, laughing all the while.
"Yeah, you guys are hilarious. Paul, put me down!" I shouted breathlessly, yet they continued running, chuckling louder at my nervous tone.
Jared seemed to be following Paul's lead which made my anxiety increase. Following Paul was a terrible idea.
We soon stopped in the middle of nowhere. Like, literally, the middle of nowhere. Al I could see were trees on either side of us.
Paul put me down and stepped back once.
"JAKE, GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE BEFORE I LEAVE HALEY HERE!" Paul shouted into the nothingness of the forest. My eyes went wide in fear. Would they honestly leave me in the middle of the woods with no way back. I could always follow them, but they were so much fas-
My thoughts were interrupted by a low growl resounding from my left side.
I turned and spotted the russet colored wolf that was undoubtedly Jake. He snarled, showing his large incisors, stalking towards me. He had leaves and other debris from the forest clinging to his back and his eyes spoke of pain and anger.
My breathing increased and I felt as though tears were going to stream down my face at any moment. This was just like before. When Sam had- I tried to refocus my thoughts. That was the past. This was Jacob. I knew somewhere deep down that he would never hurt me, or maybe that was just naive hope.
Jacob whimpered when he saw the fear on my face, yet glared over at Paul and Jared where they snickered, leaning against an oak tree.
"Well, I'd say that worked pretty well," Paul said, laughing and turning to Jared.
"Yep. We couldn't find you, Jake. You kept blocking us out. We weren't sure if you were running to Canada again. At least next time you need to pick us up some Canadian bacon," Jared said, pointing a serious look in Jacob's direction.
"Again?" I asked, my breathing coming slightly easier.
"Oh, yeah. You should have seen him after-" Jacob interrupted him with another growl.
"Fine!" Jared yelled, placing his hands in front of him in a gesture of defeat.
"Well, we're gonna' go," Paul said, pointing in the direction we had come and grabbing Jared by the arm, pulling him forcefully away from us.
"I'M SERIOUS ABOUT THAT CANADIAN BACON, JAKE!" I heard Jared yell.
I laughed in amusement and looked over to the wolf. He had laid on the ground and looked up at me in a pleading manner.
"I can't- I just-" I stopped. I didn't even know what to say. My thoughts were a jumbled mess.
Jake put his large head on his paws and closed his eyes. He seemed to take and big breath, stood and walked over to me. My eyes widened but I didn't move. I knew better than to run from a predator. He pushed his nose against my hand that was limply hanging at my side and I instinctively started stroking him. I had always loved animals. Jake seemed to rumble in contentment as he closed his eyes and pushed his head into my hand. My fingers twisted in the red-brown fur as I slowly moved my hand to his back. I slowly brushed the leaves, twigs and soil off of his back and, once I was done, sat on the ground next to him. He stood towering above me but I didn't care. I was emotionally drained.
"We need to talk," I spoke quietly. He nodded his head and trotted off leaving me there, although I was almost 100% sure that he would come back.
I waited for a few minutes until Jake finally ran back, stopping a few feet in front of me.
"I know that I have a lot explaining to do," Jake spoke, his voice gravelly and unsure.
"Not really," I said quietly.
"Huh?" Jacob asked, coming closer to stand right in front of me. If I looked down, I could see his feet nearly an inch away.
I laid on my back and closed my eyes hoping to drown out the world. I felt heat radiating off of Jake as he sat next to me; he said nothing.
"I know what you are. I know what the Cullens are. I know why you wanted me to stay away from them, but what I don't know is why I'm allowed to know," I whispered.
"I can't tell you that. Not yet. I'm sorry," Jake said, resting his hand on my arm. I shook him away, my eyes bursting open of their own accord.
"You can't, or you won't?" I asked, staring up at him with accusation in my eyes.
"It's not that simple-"
"It is that simple," I started, sitting up.
"Everyone has been telling me 'it's not my place, it's not my place.' Jared won't tell me, Paul won't tell me, and now you. You all just need to get over yourselves and tell me what the hell is going on!" I shouted, glaring at Jake.
I expected him to laugh at me, or maybe even to get angry at me, but what I did not expect for his lips to crash into mine like he had been shot out of a cannon. I did not expect for me to relax, as if I had been tense for days and had finally gone to the spa. I did not expect that I would respond to the urgency of his kiss with all of my might. What I did expect, though, was for something bad to happen. Whenever anything good happens to me there has to be a counterbalance. This counterbalance was for rain to come bursting out of the sky, drenching me in seconds.
"Ugh, rain," I groaned, desperately attempting to get under a tree with more densely populated branches; however, Jake wouldn't let go.
"That's all you have to say?" Jake asked, smiling his old smile, the one that lit up a room.
"No. 'Why did you kiss me?' seems to be sufficient."
"I've never heard you curse before and I didn't want you to be mad at me. I figured if you hate me I was going to get one more kiss from you before you left me. I had nothing to lose," he said, smiling.
"Yeah, well-" I was cut off by a crash of thunder.
"C'mon, let's get you out of here," Jake said, picking me up bridal style and jogging off in the direction of home.

I'd like to have at least four reviews before I update. Please tell me if you want the next chapter to be in Jacob's or Haley's POV and I'll take it into consideration. If I don't get four reviews I'll obviously still update, but I might have to kill of a character, muhahahahaha. Just kidding.