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Chapter 2

"Jacob," I stuttered, " What a surprise."

Jacob concentrated on my physical appearance, I guess noticing the small changes. When I was changed, my body didn't change as much as the others. I was still pale, and my muscles were just more toned. My lips were pulled back into proportion.

"Are you a vampire, Bella." He asked cautiously.

"Yes, did you already realize it from my smell?" I asked.

"Bella, you smell human."

I looked shocked, I don't have a smell. "Oh." I looked down. What was I suppose to say?

Jacob reached his hand across the counter and lifted my face up gently, "Did the Cullen's do this to you?" He gritted his teeth.

"No, the Vulturi." He didn't question it, knowing even if I was lying, it would be no use.

We continued to talk, mostly about my feeding habits, and when I told him that human blood didn't affect me, he apologized for calling me a 'blood sucker'. The dreaded question finally came up: why wasn't I with Edward? I challenged myself, and told him the real answer. We talked a bit more, and he told me he had to go, but left his number for me, so we could keep in touch. I gave him my number in return.

The rest of my work day went without to much to do. A few costumers came in, but not many on account of it being a Monday morning. I noticed that most people in Canada would have a busy weekend, thus making their Monday mornings long, hectic, and late.

I drove home, and walked into my apartment. I noticed that the red light on the answer machine was blinking, so I hit the play button. "You have 2 new messages. Hi Bella, It's Jacob, just calling to see if you're home, call me back, if you forgot the number is 555-555-5555. So, yeah, the number again is 555-555-5555. Bye Bells."

I rolled my eyes. After 2 years Jacob sure had his persistence.

"Second message – Hi Bella this is Jacob again" I rolled my eyes at the obvious, " Why didn't you call me back? Maybe you wrote down my number wrong, the number again is 555-555-5555. Bye." I ran my fingers through my hair. Jeez, first day I see Jacob and he calls like old times. This is going to be complicated.

I picked up the home phone, and decided to call Jacob back. He picked up on the second ring. "Hey Bella! What are you doing?" He breathed heavily into the phone. "Nothing, just got done with work?" I faked the same enthusiasm. Jacob and I continued to talk about many topics. How our last couple of years have been going, where we've been, until we got on the topic: why we were in Canada. I explained to him that I wanted to be close to my old home, but yet not close enough to be found, that's why I was in Alberta, Canada. He explained to me that he was here because his pack had split up. He continued to say that the downfall had to do with Sam, who had become so harsh that he was married and more protective. Yet they all kept in close contact. They believed it's easier this way.

After noticing that I had been on the phone for a close hour, I hinted to Jacob that I wanted to get off the phone. Unfortunately, he took the hint, but said that tomorrow night we could go out to the bar instead. I tried to decline due to work, but he wouldn't take no for an answer and said that one day of work wasn't that big of a deal. Instead of arguing, I agreed and we got off the phone.

After I hung up, I mentally kicked myself for the mess I was getting into. A date with Jacob, when I'm still madly in love with Emmett. This wasn't going to be nice.

Since I still had a few hours left until the nearby mall closed, I decide that I should get something presentable to wear with Jacob. My old clothes, consisting of jeans and shirts that were too big for me, weren't something that should be worn to a date. At the mall, I found a cute, knee-cut khaki skirt and to accompany it a pastel blue, v-cut blouse. I bought it, and a pair of ballet flats, and went back home.

I watched a variety of soap-operas, and headed for my shower of the morning. The luke warm water felt good against my back, but I wasn't in there for to long. I also called my manager, requesting a half a day. She was delighted that I finally had plans, and she gave it to me no questions asked. I put on my work attire, and left.

Work was slow, which left me a lot of time to think about the 'date' with Jacob. This wasn't very good. 5 pm came closer then planned, and I left work so I could be ready by 6:30.

Jacob called and I gave him directions to my apartment and he promised to be here at 6:30. I got into the new outfit that I bought the night before, curled a few pieces of my long hair, threw on my shoes, and waited until he arrived. Jacob was right on his word, he knocked at my door at 25 after, and I opened. In front of me was a fairly decent looking Jacob. He was in a nice, soft green dress shirt, and a pair of nice faded jeans.

"W-wow, Bella," he stuttered, " You look breathtaking."

Later that night I walked into my house, and the digital cable box read 10:47, I'd had a long night. I kicked off my shoes, and looked at the blisters that were appearing, then sat in my leather couch, and grabbed my Journal.

Dear Journal,

Wow. What can I say? I just got back from the movie date with Jacob that, surprisingly, went well. Though I admitted that I wasn't ready for a relationship, and didn't mind it as far as I was concerned. The movie was a romantic comedy, and it was decent considering what my expectations of it was. But, then we got onto the next series of questions. He demanded that we go see my father back in Forks, just for old time's sake. Even though I don't want to go, I mumbled a maybe, and my conscious decided it would be a nice 'good-bye'. I'm just going to linger on the idea though.

All in all, I had a very nice time. Jacob said he had to work tomorrow, so he invited me over his home on Thursday, and made clear it wasn't a date (Which was because of my intentions). I accepted, due to how much fun I had today. It's getting late, and the normal thing would be to say that I'm tired, but I'm not. I'm just going to kick my feet up and read a novel.

Bella.