(Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, or any of its characters. Stephanie Meyer does. I own my OC's. There are also some quotes lifted directly from the books/movies, which I – again – take no credit for.)
Realization
(Tess POV)
Jake and I had been in the shed when she pulled up.
Jake got up and looked out from the door. He gasped and jogged away, calling out, "Bella!"
I peeked out and saw him scoop her up and twirl her around. A sudden wave of pain and jealousy washed over me. I backed into the shed and sat down on a bench, my head in my hands.
I thought he only did that with us?
Well, obviously we were wrong.
It must be some thing he does with all his female friends.
But he doesn't have that many!
I know. Only us and 'Bella.'
I bet she doesn't even like him, or appreciate him!
"Shut... Up." I said out loud. I wiped my face and stood up. Taking a deep breath in, I put a smile on my face and walked out.
As I walked up to them, I heard Bella saying, "I think they'll probably cost more to fix than they're worth... but then I thought that, if I had a mechanic friend to help me out –"
"Ah, me," Jake replied, "The 'mechanic type' friend."
"That's right." She said.
That was when I reached them, to which Bella said, "Oh, who's this?"
"She's my friend who's living with me and Billy right now." Jake replied, pushing me towards her. "I'm Tess." I said, reaching my hand out to her.
"Bella. Nice to meet you. I'm guessing you're the 'girl friend' who helped Jake revamp my truck?"
"Yeah, I have one of the same make, only blue," I said, motioning towards my truck, "But I'm not his girlfriend..." I said, blinking about a million times at the thought of me, Tessa Swan, being Jacob Black's girlfriend. Talk about heaven on Earth.
"Oh. Well, I brought two bikes that I was hoping Jake could fix up with me, and seeing that you're here, and how awesome of a job you two did to my truck, if you want, you're welcome to join us!" She said, smiling.
"What d'you say, Jake?" I asked.
"When do we start?" He replied.
Bella looked shocked. "Uh, now... please?"
"Alright." Jake and I said in unison as we both started for the red truck.
"Oh, hey, be careful, those things are actually really –" She paused when Jake picked up on of the bikes, " – heavy, so..."
She gawked at the both of us as I rolled the other bike off the back of her truck.
"Jake," She said, still gawking, "You're like, buff, how did that happen, you're like, sixteen. I don't get it."
Fifteen. If you don't appreciate him, at least get his age right.
"Mmhm, age is just a number, baby." Jake said as he started rolling the bike towards the shed, "What're you, like forty now?"
"Feel's like that sometimes..." Was all she could reply with.
. . .
We finished the bikes in a little over a month, on February 8th. We decided to take them for a test run, but I got sick. Jake wanted to reschedule, but I made him go. As much as I hated the thought of him and Bella being alone, he needed to get a little bit of separation, especially since I was sick.
I wasted the day by watching 3 ½ movies and eating a can and a half of chicken soup. Blegh.
. . .
Jake and Bella came back at around 5 o'clock, and I wasn't that surprised to see Bella had a gash on her forehead. She had shown that she was pretty clumsy in the past month.
I got up from the couch as they walked in. Seeing her forehead I went into the bathroom to get some bandages and a bottle of rubbing alcohol.
I came out to see Jacob and Bella sitting on the couch, very close to each other.
Another one of those – now regular – waves of pain and jealousy washed over me. I took a deep breath and continued towards them.
"You know, Bella," I said, breaking her and Jacob apart as I set the bandages down, "You really should be more careful. I mean, I'm two years younger than you, and even I know to stop pressing the gas before hitting the clutch on a motorcycle."
I grabbed a clean cloth and poured some alcohol on it.
"This may sting a bit." I said as I applied the cloth to her cut. She winced. I smiled on the inside.
Wait, am I smiling at this girl's pain?
Yeah. So?
Smiling at someone else's pain is not something I want to be doing!
But she's trying to steal Jacob from us!
True... But still...
"Ow." Bella exhaled. I realized I had pressed too hard on her head.
"Sorry," I blinked. The blood was now wiped up, the cut, sterilized. I got the bandages and put one on her.
"There," I said, patting the bandage, "I'll drive you home if you want." I added.
"Sure – " She replied, but Jake cut her off.
"No, that's not a good idea," He said.
"Why not? You wanna drive her?" I asked, glaring at him.
"What? No, you just – " He paused, clearly trying to make up a story.
"I don't care anymore, I'm taking her home!" I yelled.
I stood up, grabbed Bella's arm and pulled her out of the house, with Jake calling after us.
I didn't care.
I opened the door, shoved Bella into her truck, slammed the door and jumped in on the driver's side.
. . .
After a few minutes, I decided to break the silence.
"I'm sorry about my outburst earlier. I've just been kind of – "
"No, I understand," Bella said, "You're sick of him driving me home all the time. You want to see my house too. I get it."
I sighed.
"Oh, this street up here."
"You know," I asked as I turned the truck onto my old street, "What – I've never asked you your name. Your full name."
"Oh, it's Isabella Marie – "
Sounds kind of familiar...
" – Swan. What's yours?"
SWAN?!
I pulled over.
"Woah," She asked, alarmed, "What's wrong?"
"Does your dad happen to be... Chief of Police?"
"Yeah... What's going on, Tess?"
"My full name is... Tessa Charlene... Swan. And my dad also happens to be Chief of Police..."
"Wait. You're my sister?!" She exclaimed.
"I dunno," I said, pulling back onto the road, my face and voice full of anger, "Are your parents' named Charlie and Renee?"
"Oh. My god."
I was speeding up the road now, heading straight for my old house.
As we arrived, the truck lurched as we stopped. I practically vaulted out of the truck, sprinting towards the front door, almost shouldering the door down.
Charlie was on the couch, watching sports.
"Some retreat, huh?" I said angrily.
"Tessa?!" Charlie looked up, alarmed, "What're you doing here, hon?"
"Oh, I'm just dropping off a friend – oh, wait, no, my sister! That I just happened to not know about for sixteen years!" I yelled as Bella walked in. "Oh, and don't 'hon' me, how could you hide the fact that I have a fucking sister?!"
"I – Tess – Bells – I – "
"You know what? Just don't talk. I could've seen my fucking mother!But, no, you just had to be an ass and hide her from me!"
"Tessa, I can explai – "
"Did you not hear me?! Don't even try to 'explain' anything to me!
"You know what?" I yelled, "I'm leaving. And don't ever expect me to come back!"
I flipped him off as I ran out the door. I tore my bike off the back of Bella's truck, go on and drove away. As I looked back, I saw Charlie running outside in his blue robe.
I didn't care. He hid the most important fact of my life from me for almost 16 fucking years!
At that moment, I'm pretty sure I fucking hated him.
Author's Note: I hope you guys liked this chapter! I had a bit of fun writing it! Again, leave some feedback if you so choose!