A/N: Hello, readers! I just wanted to let you guys know that the chapters will steadily get longer as time goes on. This is just the beginning, so don't worry. There is many more where this one came. Well, review and tell me what you guy's think! Happy Reading!

Chapter Two.

Jacob Black was, in all intents and purposes, a total asshole. After driving me to work, he jets off without a single goodbye or phone number. No, not for a date you nitwit. For a ride home after work. Anger was settled into my bones as soon as I walked through the door and clocked in. Jenny, a single mother raising her two sons, and Casey, a college student visiting her mom and step dad for the summer, were already working with big grins on her face. I sneered at them. Ugh, I hate morning people.

Work was tedious, dealing with aggravated customers and great tippers made the day all in all alright. Not great, but better than this morning. The heated diner cooled my cold skin, and perspiration settled on my forehead. Why is it so hot in here? What do they want to do, roast the customers so they don't have to pay the price of ingredients? I used the back of my hand quickly and wiped it across my apron, going to my next table to take the order. My heart dropped into my stomach as soon as I saw the customers.

Mr. and Mrs. Newton, A.K.A. my ex-boyfriend's parents. Jesus, this day just can't get any worse, can it? I breathed through my nose deeply before pinning a wide, fake smile to my face. It can't be that awkward. Karen Newton gave me a warm smile, brushing her blonde hair back from her face.

"Hello, my name is Jessica and I'll be your waitress." My voice was upbeat, but on the inside my brain fizzled. "What would you guys like to drink?"

"Uhm, well," Karen paused for a moment and looked through the menu, her husband grumbling. "I'll have a sweet tea, and-" She looked over at Mr. Newton and pointed a manicured nail at it. "You want this, honey?" He nodded and turned towards the window, entranced in the pitter patter of a new rain fall. "He'd like a cup of coffee. Black." I quickly jotted the number on my notepad, slipping it back in my apron pocket.

"Alrighty then. I'll be back with your drinks in a second." I made a turn to leave, freedom set in my bones, when Mrs. Newton stopped me.

"Sweetie, it's really nice to see you so happy after what happened with you and Mike." She smiled widely, pearly whites glistening. "You should come visit me sometime at the store. You know Katie Marshall, right? She works there now; Took Bella's job for the summer. She can't afford college either." My face felt hot, and I could feel my temper rising. What's wrong with her, talking to me about this in a public place? Anyone could hear her. I pushed my anger down, though, and smiled at her again. Kill them with kindness is the best solution, as mom always says.

"Thank you for your concern, Mrs. Newton. Katie and I were friends in school. I'll be sure to stop by and see you both real soon." With that I turned and fled to the kitchen, getting the drinks ready.

Work finally ended around six that night, and my feet were dog tired. I sat on the steps outside of the diner, waiting on Jacob to come pick me up. With nervous hands playing with my hair, I sighed in distress. What if he doesn't come? What if he stole my car and is using it for spare parts? I leaned my head into my knees and closed my eyes. How am I supposed to get home from here?

Like an answer to my prayers, the red vehicle pulled up on the street in front of me, and the grinning Native American honked. I grunted and quickly slipped inside, grateful for the car heat.

"I didn't think you were coming." I muttered as I stared down at my lap. "I thought you stole my car for spare parts."

"Why would I do that?"

"How should I know?" An awkward silence set in as they drove down the road.

"Do you want to check on how your car is doing or go straight home?" He paused for a second before continuing. "It's up to you."

"Mind if I come over after work tomorrow? I've got to get home and start on dinner for my parents." I fiddled with the bottom of my skirt. "It's my night to cook dinner."

"Yeah, that's fine. And your night?"

"We all take turns. Monday and Wednesday is my moms, Sunday and Tuesday are mine, and my dads are the rest."

"What are you making?" I brushed some of my hair from my face and gave him a quizzical look.

"Just some grilled chicken, maybe some potatoes. Definitely vegetables." Jacob wrinkled his nose, grunting.

"Vegetables are gross."

"No, they're healthy and delicious."

"Whatever you say, weirdo." The car suddenly stopped, and my two story house came into view. Mom's car sat in the driveway, rain pattering over it. "So, I'll see you tomorrow. What time do you want to be picked up?"

"Seven thirty, if that's okay with you." It better be okay with you. I don't need to be late again. He nodded and smiled at her. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow." I unhooked my seatbelt and opened the door, sliding out. The chill sunk into my skin almost immediately.

"Yeah, see you later." I slammed the car door shut and started up my walkway, cringing as the car roared down the road. Can he be any louder? Stupid boys.