Chapter 3

I woke up and could vaguely hear someone talking. I glanced around the room, until I found the red numbers, 2:41 AM. I laid there and listened to the voice, and recognized it as Jake's.

"No, the poor thing. She admitted to loving me, but I don't think she will remember it in the morning." a pause. "No Quil, I'm not going to take advantage of her. She's my best friend, even when she is drunk and saying things she doesn't mean." I could hear his boots approaching and quickly shut my eyes. "She's still out. What do I do?" he started to walk back towards the front room. I quietly got up, looked around for the wedges, found them, and walked silently towards the back door. Thankfully just the screen was shut, so I slipped out silently, and took off into the treeline. I kept walking until I found the road, and followed it down to Leah's house. I slid open the back door, and silently crept inside.

"Young lady, where have you been?" Harry said, sitting at the table.

"Sorry, I was with Billy and Jake. I didn't mean to be out so late."

Harry nodded, "Next time call. I've been up worried about you. I didn't know where you were."

"I understand. I really am sorry."

"Get upstairs and get to bed. Leah is already passed out."

I just nodded and went on up the stairs. My phone rang out about half way up, and I pulled it out. Jake was calling me. I answered, "What?"

"Where did you go?"

"I left. Simple as that."

"You can't just up and leave in the middle of the night."

"I can, and I did. I don't want to talk to you anymore. I think we shouldn't be friends right now."

"Ki, don't. We can talk about this in the morning at school."

"We really can't. I'm sorry, but if you can't take what I say, as me meaning it, then there is no reason for us to talk. Night Jake." I said, and hung up. I walked into Leahs room, grabbed my shorts and tank out of her drawer, pulled them on, and crawled in her bed. She continued on snoring, and turned my back to her, and went back to sleep.

The next morning, Leah woke me up, and told me it was time to get ready. My stomach was turning from last night and I really didn't want to go to school. I called my dad.

"Hello?" He answered.

"Dad, I don't feel well. Can I come home?"

"Whats going on? What doesn't feel well?"

"My stomach. I think I'm gonna puke."

"Honey, I'm already out on patrol. Can Harry bring you to the house?"

"Let me ask." I walked out of the room, down the stairs, and found Harry sitting in the living room. "Are you going into town by chance?"

"I am, why?" he said, glancing up from the newspaper.

"Dad was wondering if you could possibly take me to the house. I am not feeling the best."

Harry looked me up and down, "Yeah. I guess I could. We leave in ten though."

"Thank you." I said, going back upstairs. "Yeah, Harry can take me. I just need you to call school and tell them I'm not coming in today. Thank you for letting me come home."

"Yeah, no problem. Tell Harry I say thank you. I'll see you when I get off work."

"Will do Dad. See you then." I hung up the phone, and got dressed, pulling my hair into a ponytail. I threw my clothes into my bag, and pulled on my shoes and hoodie. "Hey, Le?" I called out.

"Yeah?"

"If they ask, you haven't seen me."

"Alright. Well I hope you get to feeling better." She said, coming around the corner with her toothbrush in her mouth.

"Yeah. Me too." I slung my bag over my shoulder and went down the stairs. I thanked Mrs. Clearwater for letting me stay the night, and she told me to get well. I followed Harry out the front door, and into his truck. He turned on the heat, and we sat in silence for the drive home. He pulled into the driveway, and I hopped out, and thanked him for the ride.

I pulled my keys out, and unlocked the front door, and then went in. I relocked it, kicked off my shoes, and then went to the kitchen, found a bottle of water, and went to my room. I changed into a pair of sweats and a tank top, and crawled in my bed. I put the water bottle on my nightstand and pulled out my phone. It started ringing in my hand, with a call from Jake. I answered it. "Hello?"

"Where are you? Class is about to start."

"I'm not coming in. Sorry. Besides, I told you I didn't want to talk anymore. And that we shouldn't be friends."

"We are best friends Ki, you can't just stop talking to me."

"I can. Have a good day. Bye Jake." I said, and hung up. I put my phone on silent and shut off the vibration to it. I pulled the covers over my head, and dozed off.

It was around 3 when I woke back up, and could hear knocking on the front door. I got up and peeked out my window, and saw the rabbit sitting there. I groaned and crawled back into my bed. I'm not in the mood for this. I pulled the covers up over my shoulder and faced away from the door. Jake knocked a few more times then called my phone. I hit ignore, and pulled the covers further up on me. I heard the Rabbit's door open, and then slam shut, and heard him speed out of the driveway. I shut my eyes, and tried to ignore the pain in my gut from ignoring him. I know he had to be hurting as bad as I am, but I didn't have the fight to face him.

I rolled back over and looked at my alarm clock, and saw the time was nearing 3:30. I got out of bed, and threw on my hoodie, and walked into the living room. I heard the deep rumble, that was Bella's truck. I could hear her pull into the driveway, and then heard the truck door slam shut. I sat down on the couch, just as she came in the front door.

"Oh, I didn't know that you were home." She said, stripping off her coat.

"Yeah, I didn't go to school. Wasn't feeling the best." I said, as I flipped on the TV.

"That's not good. Do you want me to make some soup or anything?" She said, coming over to look at me.

"No, i'm okay. I really don't feel like eating."

"You're kind of pale. Have you checked your temp or anything?" She said, moving closer to put her hand on my face.

I glanced up at her, "No. I haven't. I'm not even sure we own a thermometer in this house. If we did, I have no idea where it would be."

"Well we should go get one. You don't look the best Hunt." Hearing her say the nickname Dad had given me, sounded weird. Coming from her, someone who hasn't really talked to me, let alone seen me, it was odd.

"Look, I'm glad you're back, for Dad's sake, but you don't have to mother me. I've been doing fine on my own." I saw a look of hurt cross her face, and instantly felt terrible about what I said. "But, if you want to go get a thermometer, and some sickness stuff, I'll throw on a pair of jeans, and grab my card to my bank."

She nodded, "Yeah, I'd like that. I want to try to get to know my little sister. I'm sorry I haven't been around much. I couldn't stand to be away from mom, let alone, come here to Charlie's."

"You're gonna have to start calling him Dad though. He has been looking forward to being called Dad by someone else, other than me." I laughed. "Let me go get dressed."

I hopped up off the couch, shut the TV off, and went into my room. I threw on a pair of jeans, grabbed my phone, and went to the foyer to pull on my converse. I handed Bella her jacket, and we both ran out to her truck. She turned the key, and the engine roared to life.

"Don't you have a vehicle?" she asked.

"No, uh, I have a bike." I said, pointing at the large object under the tarp.

She just nodded and threw the truck into reverse. She turned up the radio, and we made our way down the road.