CHAPTER 4

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Stephanie Myer. I only own the story itself.

Driving home was surprisingly was one of the best car rides I've ever had. I smiled all the way home. It was a good day.

I walked in the front door getting ready to make dinner when Charlie walked in. He was early. I stared at him in confusion, when a figure stood beside him. I gasped.

"Jacob..." I whispered. He didn't look right, taller, but more.. Depressed looking. Almost like looking in the mirror.

He smiled just a little. "Did you miss me?"

"Yes, of course I did." I came up to hug him when Charlie muttered, "I just walked in, and he was at the door. Why didn't you tell me we were going to have company?"

I rolled my eyes, because when one of my friends randomly shows up at the front door, I'm supposed to know and inform Charlie on it. Whatever, he couldn't ruin the mood.

Jacob was here! Him and I were business partners. But after the incidents in New York, most of my friends seperated. Except Edward and I. I had thought Jacob was some Ceo by now. He had high goals.

"I didn't tell her I was coming, Chief." He explained.

"Oh." And with that, he grunted and walked toward his favorate place in the house: his lounging chair located right in front of the TV.

I looked back at Jacob, desiphering what looked the same and what didn't from New York. I met him at almost the same time as when I met Edward. They used to be really good friends, but times change.

He smiled and said, "C'mon, Bella, let's catch up." He dragged me up the stairs toward my bedroom. It was pretty bad that I still lived with my father, but it seemed appropiate because the second he lets me free, I'm out of Forks. So it didn't make sense to buy a house, right?

He seemed in a rush, but I didn't know why. I mean, it's been forever sinse I'd seen him. He wouldn't have to go that soon. I hope not, at least.

Jacob Black was a very handsome boy, clean cut, but the thing that stood out was his family's power... And wealth.

"Bella, you look different."

"You, too." Even though when I said it, it meant he looked worse than before.

He grinned, obviously not knowing my actual meaning to the statement. Then his face dropped slightly and said, " I didn't just come here to see you again Bella, I actually need a favor from you." His eyes pleading.

"Anything. Just name it."

" I need money." He almost looked... Ashamed.

I was confused, he had had money all his life, and when I moved back here to Forks, he was staying in New York as an executive producer for some fashion company.

"But Jacob, your family is rich, and you had a great job when I moved back here. What happened?" I was genuinely curious.

"Uh, nothing, I just... I thought I had money and I didn't." Stuttering wasn't normal for him.

"Okay." Not wanting to make him even more uncomfortable.

"So, can I count on you Bella?"

"I wish I could help, Jacob, but I'm pretty much broke, too." I frowned, I didn't want to upset him. But it was clear I had to.

"It's okay." I almost sensed anger in his voice, but wasn't sure.

" I have to go." He said suddenly.

"No." I blurted.

"Excuse me?" He said, his anger rising.

He got to his feet, looking around. Searching. But why? Finally, he grabbed something underneath my bed and pulled it out, a soft baby blue blanket. My mouth opened but nothing came out.

Had did he find that? My mind was buzzing again. Words started to bunch...

I couldn't breath. "Anthony." That was the only word that would come out.

"What is this?" He demanded.

"Anthony'sblanketthatyoushouldn'tbetouching." I said. It came out as one sentence.

"Anthony?" Jacob asked.

"Maybe you should just leave." I suggested, getting a little sick from thinking about him.

I touched the center of his back and pushed a little to make him move forward, but instead he grabbed my shoulder and shoved. Hard.

"OW!" I yelled out in pain. "What the hell was that for?"

"Don't tell me when I can leave or stay. Get it?"

He stomped away without an answer to his question.

I stood there watching the door, hoping he'd come back, but also hoping he wouldn't.

He didn't.

I looked over at the blanket sitting beside me. I folded it up and stuffed it away under my bed. Where it belonged. I then went to my dresser and got out an old photo of me and... Anthony.

Anthony Richards.

I kissed the photo and said, " I love you."

Right after I said it, thunder roared. He had heard me, and he was hurt, too.

" I'm sorry. For everything."

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