Chapter 4: Truth
(Note: I got really dull with this one. Bored really. It seemed to drag on so I'm terribly sorry if it moves too fast.)
It's been a week since mine and Jacob's fight. He wasn't stopping by, he wasn't calling me. Was he really that mad at me? Did I really push it too far this time? What if Jacob…no! Jacob wouldn't! He's not insane like that! But…what if he did?
I sat up on my bed and shoved a pillow to my face. Cupping my hands over my mouth through the pillow, I screamed as loud as I could. How could he ignore me like this! Leaving me hanging on the last actions I did!
A knock on my door. I dropped the pillow and glared at the floor. "Come in." I said dully. The figure slid in carefully, his pale frame sliding against my door and latching it shut again. Edward Shawn. I looked up at him embarrassed. "Are you alright Mayella?" He questioned sliding past the setting sunlight and settling himself onto my bed side. "I'm fine there's…no need to worry about me." I looked away from him. He was still so beautiful. It scared me. Reaching forward, he took a small tuft of hair and kissed it. I blushed wildly as I look at him. The way his face was illuminated in the remaining sunlight, it looked like he was made of crystals.
My breath caught in my throat as I stared at him. Standing, his held his hand out to me and smiled. "Come with me, I wish to show you something." I hesitated. Taking his hand I followed him down the stairs. It took me a while to hobble down them without falling because of the cast, but he was patient, there to catch me when I stumbled, him treasuring my gimpy shoulder…I wished it were Jacob instead.
By the time he got me to the door, the sunlight was already very minimal and half of the sky was completely black. "Where are you taking me?" I questioned, my feet fumbling across the pavement. "To someplace wonderful" He smiled turning back to face me. Pulling me close to him he hauled me up so that I was in his arms and he began to walk off towards the woods.
I had a phobia of being in the woods late at night. I didn't like the sound of getting lost. It just wasn't my cup of tea. "I-I don't want to be in there at night!" I squealed trying to push myself out of his arms. He chuckled slightly then bent his head down his lips grazing the top of my ear "It is alright Mayella, I got you, you will be safe with me"
I froze. Somehow, even though I had only known him for a week and a half, I felt 100 percent sure he was right. "If you don't like the woods at night, close your eyes until we get there." I nodded. Closing my eyes, a force surging through me like electricity, I felt us start to pick up speed so that we were a running pace, but a few minutes later I noticed he wasn't running anymore. "You can open your eyes now." He cooed sitting me on the ground. I opened my eyes, we were on top of a cliff over looking the forest and to the far north -well, straight ahead of me- was over looking LA Push. "Wow," I gawked. He sat next to me. The tree tops looked like they were sparkling in the moonlight.
I sighed as I thought of how it started. How mine and his fight began. All because of some superstition and my ability to clash everything together into some, ridiculous thought. Stupid. How could I actually tell him that I thought he was a werewolf? If he had been, he would have killed someone when the full moon came around. And my parents. How could I actually think that they were Vampire's? They left in the daytime. They freaking worked in the daytime! They didn't drink blood, they could hold crosses, regular food didn't burn out their stomachs, and on top of that, they had reflections! The only thing abnormal about them was their beauty and how cold they are. And their stupid sense of humor, but that was a completely different story all together.
Edward sat beside me, his eyes glued to the moonlight. I looked down at his hands in which he placed in front of him. His fingers were moving like he was playing a piano. His eyes closed as he started to hum a beautiful little tune. It seemed almost as if he were actually playing. "You play piano?" I questioned. He stopped suddenly and let his hands fall. His eyes snapped to my face, "a little here and there. I stopped when my mother died, but the memories are still so fresh in my mind."
I looked away from him. "Your mother died?" I could sense him shift beside me. "Yes, she died when I was young. Leukemia and cancer, the first cases of both." I looked at him not understanding what he meant. "How old was your mother when she died?" He sighed and crossed his legs, "She was 39 I believe."
My heart wrenched. He looked at me worried, "I'm sorry. Truly, I know how much you love Jacob." I stood up and clenched my fists at the very name. I didn't know what drove me to such hatred when all I wanted to do was see him again, but my tone came out bitter. "Forget Jacob!" I snarled. Edward looked at me sternly. "What?" I snapped. "You do not mean that." he replied. I looked away. "You don't know that. Right now, he's really pissing me off! You know, he could at least give you a chance, a chance! He had no right to attack you that day, I don't know what his problem is, but if he's going to be like that then he can just stay away from me!"
Edward stood up and grabbed my face lightly, forcing me to look up into his eyes. I could feel the electricity between us thicken as he looked strangled at our distance. "That is it Mayella, vent out all of that hatred you feel for him, get it all out now." His lips were curled up into a perfect, twisted grin, one that reminded me of the stories my mother told me…my fathers.
Ever since I was a little girl I had wanted to meet a man like that. One with a perfect twisted grin, one who was gentle, soft. One whom I became lost in his gaze as he held both my breath and movements captive. I wanted someone like my father. And I thought that had been Jacob, but I was taking a double take now.
"I hate him" I muttered, my face clamped between his stone cold hands. Well, my mutter was more of a wheeze. "Yes, you hate him and?" Edward muttered his eyes held mine. I felt my heart tear as the most hurtful; most betraying words escaped my lips. "I want you."
His smile faded as he backed away. His eyes left mine. The world started spinning again and my knees gave out, god giving me the one thing he could think of to steady me. "Strange, it doesn't work full power with you does it?" I looked up at him. "What do you mean?" I gasped, clutching the wet grass. "My emotions don't seem to reach you fully when you think of him." He came back to me and kneeled in front of me. "Mayella, I do not think it is a good idea to hang around Jacob anymore." My Jacob defenses flared back into life as soon as the words escaped his lips. "Why not!" I snarled. He just simply grinned that same beautiful grin. "Because," He looked down and cupped my hand, "He has hurt you so many times, Mayella. I would never hurt you." He brought my finger tips to his lips and lightly kissed them.
All my anger for him drained. "He hasn't hurt me that many times." I muttered. He laughed lightly and stood up, "should I bring you back home now?" He questioned. I nodded. Standing, he wrapped his arms around me and made his way back down the side. Of course, my eyes were closed because of the woods, but at least, I knew I was safe.
TWILIGHT
The next day, it seemed like any emotions that Edward had displayed for me the night before had totally dried up. He was up early, helping my mother with breakfast. My father seemed pleased with his company; they shared many laughs with Edward. I sat down at the table. Saturday morning's sucked.
"Did Jacob call?" I asked. My father put his coffee cup down and glared at the phone, "no, and thank god! He has been corrupting you ever since you started going to that school Mayella, and I don't think its right." I clenched my fists. "Dad, you don't think its right for a dog to take a crap in a litter box! So what do you know?"
He snarled right back, "I'm your father! I know a lot more than you do!" Mom put a serving platter of food on the table. Edward hurried to my side. "You know, we should go shopping today," He said before I was able to put in my two cents. "That sounds like fun, Mayella?" My mother chimed. "No! I am not going to be seen with any other guy than Jacob!" I hollered. "Mayella, Jacob hasn't even been calling you! Talk about selfish." My father sneered behind his coffee cup. "Oh yeah? Well at least he doesn't lie to me!" I lied. He did lie; he lied about his father's real name, which started our whole feud. "Lie? We don't lie to you Mayella." My father barked. "Oh yeah! What's Jacob's father's name?"
He glared at me, "Jacob, why?" I sneered right back, "wrong! It's Billy!" My mother gasped. My father seemed as if he had gotten paler. "Did he tell you that?" he questioned. "Yep! And then right after, he corrected himself and said the same name you told me, which bingo, is a lie and a half right there. Then I asked why there was writing that said he loved mom down on the little private beach carved into the fallen down tree trunk. Hmmm, mysterious. Now, someone's lying to me." My father looked down at his coffee. "Jacob Black's fathers name is Billy Black. Jacob's had a little crush on Bella for a few years. You know when she would leave on business trips?" I nodded. "Well, she came here to keep up on the times and visit the family, including family friends. Sam, Jacob, the Clearwater's. That is where your mother picked up her straggler, that is where Jacob tried to pull your mom and I apart."
It seemed believable, and something Jacob would do and my mother did seem to leave a lot. Every month for 5 days. I looked down. "Is that the truth?" I questioned, looking up at my mother. "Yes." she replied, looking miserable. I sighed. "Then it was me who started this fight." Edward smiled lightly next to me. "No, it was me; I should not have made the comment that forced his rage. Let me make it up to you by taking you to Port Angelos." He replied lightly wrapping his arm around my shoulders, taking the blame. And the chance to touch me!
I looked at him, my eyebrow cocked. "Are you asking me on a date?" He smiled. "Possibly, now that your darling Jacob is out of sight, I take this as my cue to move in. What do you have to lose?" He chuckled. "Only the best thing since sliced bread, a sexy Indian boy with pretty long hair." I smiled back. He laughed. "How about I power my skin red and grow my hair out?" I rolled my eyes. "The only thing you could pass for is a pretty boy."
His grin stretched, it seemed to touch his eyes. "Then I have a chance?" He cocked his head to the side, I laughed. "Let's talk about it a little more in Port Angelos."
TWILIGHT
The drive to Port Angelos was terrifying. Edward drove and I believe we broke every speed law known to man. We managed to hit right around 94 before we broke into town, the speedometer quickly dropping down to 25 in less then a second sending me hurling forward in my seat, the seat belt strangling me. We were borrowing my father's viper, terrible on gas, good on speed, but lousy to strike up a conversation when I'm in it.
He stopped at a red light near one of the intersections. "You do not talk too often in cars do you?" he questioned looking at me, his black hair pushed to the side. "There wasn't anytime to talk between my house and here!" I squealed, peeling my fingers out of the cushion of the seat. He laughed. "I promise, this time, I'll go slower."
He lightly tapped the gas once the green light came on, the needle bouncing up to 25 on the speedometer. First people were calm, and so was I. I was starting to get antsy though -I mean, and old lady with a walker was beating us down the street- but soon people started honking their horns.
I looked over at him and saw that he was perfectly content with himself. Soon the honking started to turn into yelling. I started to fidget, not wanting to tell him to go faster. Even old ladies were trying to pass us.
A small grin stretched across his face. He was testing me! He looked at me, his grin stretching. I returned his grin with a mocking sneer. He laughed, "Hmmm, it seems I am going to fast for you." He moaned. Smirking, he let off the gas, the car dropping down to 10. My antsy spell turned into anxiety, flaring to life almost too strong, and my fingers digging into the leather seats.
Everyone was pissed at us now. My heart started to race as Edward smiled at me, his eyes capturing mine. My fidgeting worsened as I continued to stare into his dark topaz eyes. "Go faster" I murmured, the anxiety taking over completely now. "What?" he questioned taunting me. "Faster" I gasped, unable to breathe.
I had problems with sitting in a car that wasn't moving, and going this slow, it might as well of not been moving. When a car moved, it helped it to not seem so small, but when it stayed still or moved too slow, my anxiety to get out or to get to our destination flares up.
"Faster!" I squealed, finally snapping under the pressure of such limited space. He stomped on the gas squealing the tires. Quickly I rolled down the window and -almost throwing myself out- gasped. He looked at me worried, "You are claustrophobic?" he questioned speeding to 55. I shook my head, "most…of it…is…anxiety." I gasped. The wind jostled my hair around. He itched his head, a look of guilt on his face. He chuckled slightly and slowed the car down so he could pull into the parking-lot of the mall. "What…is so…funny?" I hissed, my breathing starting to go back to normal. "I like how you did that." He answered. "How I…did what?" He snickered and turned the car off, opening his door. "I like how you told me to go faster."
I stared at him in shock as he climbed out and shut the door. I was debating on whether or not I should get out and follow him around in a place that wouldn't give a fly pile of cow dung if I was raped or not. Unfortunately, he made up my mind for me when he came around and opened my door. "Thanks perv." I chuckled climbing out.
"Perv? What ever do you mean?" He smiled helping me. "You are a perv!" I repeated hitting his arm gently as he shut the door. If there was one thing I was good at, then hiding my uneasiness would be my number 1. "All I said was 'I like how you told me to go faster.' I did not say 'I would not mind hearing you say it every night' did I?" He joked returning the light punch. "Well, it's the truth, isn't it?" I mumbled. He laughed, "That is beside the point." I rolled my eyes playfully, his closeness and obvious emotions almost making me sick. Or was the churning in my stomach something else? We started walking towards the mall, Edward helping me from tripping. Eventually, his arm found its way to my shoulders, lightly resting on the hurt one. I didn't mind though, as long as he didn't try to advance any further than that.
We spent hours in the mall. First we checked out the book store. It wasn't a bad little shop, but yet again, it was still pretty new. The mall -according to my mother- was made about 5 years ago; the bookstore was put in three years later. I managed to find another, better, hard covered version of Wuthering Heights. The moment Edward saw me pull it off the shelf he rolled his eyes. "What was that look for!" I whined. "You actually like that book?" He questioned. My jaw dropped. He was just like my father! "Yes! I do! You have a problem with the classics too?" He cocked an eyebrow. "No, it is just…depressing. I could not even finish it all the way." he turned and started to browse through all the books. Shaking my head I proceeded to the check out. He joined me with a large silver book in his hands. "What's that?" I asked looking at it. "This my dear, is by Sophocles, The Oedipus Rex Series containing the play of Antigone. Betrayal, curses, honor, and belief in your true gods. Divine power against that of society. All in one play." I rolled my eyes. "Remind me to never ask you what type of book you're reading again. You get into this funk when you're around classical literature." he laughed. "I am not getting it for me my dear." He slammed it into my chest, knocking the breath out of me. "I'm not going to read this, you understand that right?" He smiled, "Oh, you will. You can only read Wuthering Heights so many times until you thirst for new and more stimulating literature." I rolled my eyes and handed the girl both books. She looked at the Silver book and smiled "Oedipus Rex huh? Good play, made me cry many times." She brought it through the scanner. I smiled. But when she got to Wuthering Heights she looked at it slightly disgusted. "Oh, this book was really depressing. I just couldn't believe it." I glared at Edward. He started whistling and looking around the shop.
I paid for it and left, thanking the girl for her comments. Outside I glared at Edward. "What? You act like I manipulated her or something." He laughed. I pushed him, "You did!" I chuckled. He lightly pushed me back, "I did?" I pushed again. "Yeah! You did!" we continued pushing each other playfully. "Really? How do you suppose I did that?" I shoved him so hard that he almost fell over. "Because you're so damn pretty!" I laughed.
Settling himself, he grabbed me around the waist and spun me around. I screamed, of course. "I'm pretty huh?"
"Put me down!" he laughed and continued to spin me, "You think that's what got her?" I started laughing. I've never had this much fun with a boy, not even in my old school, not even with Jacob. "Put me down you idiot!" I screamed. He put me down and lightly squeezed my sides, tickling me. "Stop it!" I threw myself to the floor, he continued after me till I was laughing so hard I was crying.
I could hear people comment as they walked by, "Honey do you remember when we were like that?" or "They make such a cute couple." But those were the good comments. The bad ones made me wicked mad, but I couldn't be mad when Edward was tickling me so damn much.
Finally stopping, he helped me up. I hit him in the arm. He pulled away laughing, "Why are you so abusive?" I glared at him trying to fight back a smile. "Because you almost made me piss myself you heartless butthole!" He laughed loudly. "Heartless is an understatement my dear!"
The next place we went to was the videogame shop. We looked around -well I did- admiring the new games. Looking back at him I signaled him over to me. "Come play this with me!"
He shook his head. "I have never once and I never will play videogames." I glared at him. Leaving my spot on a bean bag chair I walked over to him and grabbed his hand. He attempted to get away from me but I started pulling. "Come on, just a little?" he shook his head again, "No! Because it looks stupid!" I chuckled. "Oh, please? Please, please, please? I promise it's fun!" I put just enough emphasis in my pleading to get him to turn around and look at me. Sighing he closed his eyes. I was winning!
"Fine, I will let you lower my IQ, but for a little while!" I squealed and threw my arm around him. He laughed and pushed me away gently, "Shall we?" he questioned, not seeming to thrilled.
We played the second to the highest amount of rounds on Mario Party -I didn't know which one it was, it was already in and ready to play, plus there were so many out their it was hard to know which one it was according to the board design.- he seemed like he was enjoying himself. I had to help him out here and there, but he got right into it. After it was done -he won, because I let him- he stood up and stretched. Standing I adjusted my pants and smiled, "so, you like it?"
He exhaled loudly and pulled his sweater down, "Well, it was not bad, but I feel even less intelligent already." I rolled my eyes. "Shall we get going?" I asked smiling at him. He picked up the case and was looking at it, "Do you not want to buy it?" he asked looking at me. "Eh, I have the machine, but no one to play it with. My mom or dad won't and Jacob doesn't come over anymore."
I stopped, trying to piece the pieces together, then it hit me. He really liked it. He looked at me his face almost lonely, "I will play it…if you want to get it." I smiled at him. He looked at me worried, "What is that look for?" He questioned. "You like it," He rolled his eyes and shook his head, "never mind!"
"You like it!"
"nu uh! Nope!"
"You are in love with it because it is fun!"
"No! But I want a reason to go into your room." I rolled my eyes. "What's stopping you?" I giggled. He walked past me and to the register, "A video game."
After that was paid for, we went to the pet store. I had done really well in not thinking about Jacob this entire time, but seeing a kennel of puppies reminded me of JB, and JB reminded me of Jacob. Edward saw the hazard in that and was desperate to move me on. After I cuddled the puppies first.
"Can we buy one?" I begged, "For dinner? Sure I am sure your father would love that." I glared at him, but what he said was true. I put the puppy down and removed myself from the store. Onto the main reason we came here for. Clothes.
Clothes shopping took the longest. He kept trying to get me into stuff I wouldn't even dream of wearing. Dresses. He kept pulling off really frilly, gaudy dresses and holding them up to me. "Wow, you would look beautiful in this." I rolled my eyes. "I'll wear it if you wear it first" he pulled it back and looked down at its ruffles. It wasn't an ugly dress; it just wouldn't look good on me. He kept it with him picking up dresses on our way through, telling me how beautiful I would look in every single one.
I repeated what I told him for each one. Suddenly, we got to my favorite part of the store, the store with manly female clothes. I tried on t-shirts with band logos and blue jeans with chains on them. Edward wasn't to happy seeing me in clothes like that, he said that I was a woman, and that he was pretty sure that if Jacob saw me in these clothes, he'd feel gay.
I ignored him. Suddenly he pulled out another dress, this one looked like a prom dress. Not poofy, frilly, spaghetti straps, pretty. They all looked like that. "you know the terms Edward." I said glaring at the dress.
For a second he just looked at it then shoved all of the dresses he was carrying into my arms except that one and went into the changing rooms. I stared confused, but seconds later he came out, the most embarrassed look on his face.
I broke out in laughter. Hysterically laughing at how he looked. He was even posing! Did he have no sense of shame? That's when I noticed during one of his poses, the dress hugging his small frame perfectly…he looked like a flat lesbian. He kept me laughing all the way until he took it off.
"well, are you happy now?" He asked coming back out. I laughed and nodded my head violently, the image fresh in my mind of him strutting his stuff, the girls coming out looking at him like he was psycho. "I didn't think you'd do it, for that, I'll wear any dresses you pick!"
He smiled triumphantly. "Alrighty then, how about this one?" He questioned grabbing a dark purple on with beads. It looked like a brides maid dress, lace frilling it almost everywhere, again spaghetti strings. I cocked an eyebrow, "Who's getting married?" He rolled his eyes and scoffed. Shoving it in my arms, he pushed me into the dressing room.
I shut the door and carefully removed my clothes, putting them neatly into a pile on the bench. I hated getting naked in public places. I especially hated seeing me in my bra and underwear in a mirror in a public place. Sliding it up and over my butt -it had a problem with sticking out at the worse times- I stuffed and jerked my boobs into it. Had to take off my bra though, which I hated to do. Now came the hard part, zipping the damn thing.
I struggled, getting it up about an eighth of the way up and gave up. I hit my head against the wall and just held it there. "Are you alright Mayella?" Edward called. "Yeah, I'm getting my butt kicked though." I called back. I could hear him laugh. "You are holding a wrestling match in there?"
"ha ha ha." I retorted, mockingly. "I can't zip the damn thing!" I whined. "Is it on you?" He questioned. I fidgeted, adjusting my boobs, "yeah." A second or so later I hear the doorknob jiggle then stop. I looked back at the door confused. He sighed loudly, "Mayella, I know that you would love it if I were magical, but I can not poof my way through a locked door."
I looked down at the door and chuckled. I must have hit the locking mechanism on accident. "Oops," Reaching forward I turned the knob, the lock popping out.
The door swung open slowly. Edward stared at me in shock the moment the door reached its full position. "what?" I questioned looking at him. His gaze traveled down my body then back to my face. "We are definitely going to have to get you more than just that one dress." I rolled my eyes, "Whatever, just, help me."
I turned around and moved my hair. He moved in slowly shutting and locking the door behind him. I turned around and looked at him worried, "What are you doing?" I hissed quietly. "Helping you with your…" he paused, "Zipper."
He turned me around, his cold hands numbing my arms. Gently he grabbed the zipper and pulled it up. I sighed and adjusted it. I looked in the mirror, admiring my frame and how well it looked in this dress, but according to the reflection the mirror showed me, I wasn't the only one admiring how well my body looked. "I think Jacob will approve…very much." Edward gasped laying his hands on my waist, looking at me in the mirror. The electrical current running between us at the moment almost hurt. His hands traveled up and across my stomach. I couldn't move him away. I couldn't even move myself away. Bending over he laid his cheek against mine, his eyes holding mine in the mirror, he cooed in my ear sounding almost breathless, but still smooth and beautiful, "Although, I do not think he deserves it."
I whiled around and glared at him. "And you think you do?" I questioned, the tone coming out more dazzled then angry. "Yes, I do. Jacob, he is lucky if he even deserves the dirt under you shoe let alone being in your presence."
I shook my head, "Let me be the judge of that." He smiled, his twisted grin touching his eyes once again. "If that's the case, let me give you something to judge." Clamping my face in between his stone cold hands, he pressed his lips against mine. I struggled against him, his cold breath freezing my throat until it seemed as if it froze my entire body.
He pulled away his smile thin. Chuckling lightly he pulled away completely. "You can breathe now." he cooed. I gasped for air. The same. Jacob had said the same thing the first time he'd kissed me.
Twirling around, he opened the door and stepped out. "I'll continue looking around for you." I couldn't speak, all that came out was an "uh huh." I couldn't believe that had happened. Looking at myself in the mirror, I saw someone completely different. I saw a traitor. I saw…what I really was. Yanking my fist back, I sent it flying, the mirror shattering into a million of pieces. A few getting stuck in my hand.
Panicking, I ripped the dress off -without damaging it- and threw my regular clothes on. My shirt sleeves long enough to cover my not yet bleeding hand. I quickly ran to the bathroom and washed out all the glass and the blood. I looked around. There was hand sanitizer. I knew it would hurt like wicked, but I had to. Grabbing it I poured it into my cuts. It stung so bad that it brought tears to my eyes. I had to get the smell of the blood away. It would make me too woozy if I continued to inhale it.
On top of a baby changing station was a first aid kit. Grabbing it, I pried the lid off and removed the gauze bandages it contained. I wrapped it around my hand tightly, a thick layer. It was a good thing that none had gotten on my sleeve, one less mess to worry about.
I left the bathroom keeping my hand covered in my sleeve. Grabbing the dress I met Edward by the cash register. He looked at me worried, "Are you ok?" he questioned. I nodded. He bit his bottom lip lightly and moved away from me. I didn't try to get closer. I left things as they were.
I noticed as they went through what he had gotten me, three bikini's and a crap load of summer and winter dresses. But there was one thing he didn't buy me. Another closet.
We'd stopped by and Italian restaurant on the way. It was right there in Los Angelos and pretty ritzy too. He ordered for me, and somehow, every time the waitress would come over and try to bother him, a spike of anger would surge through me.
He didn't seem to notice her though and she eventually gave up. "You know." I started as the waiter brought out a plate of spaghetti with monstrous sized meatballs, a basket of garlic bread sticks and two glasses of cola. Ripping off a section of bread I stuffed it in my mouth. "That waitress has the hots for you." I mumbled chewing.
"It is ok; you are the only one I have feelings for." I swallowed and took a sip of Cola. Thank God I had food, if not; I probably would have been in an uproar by now. "Just figured I'd let you know for when this phase is over with."
"You think this is a phase?" he questioned, scrutinizing my face. I swallowed roughly and coughed. "I don't think" I cleared my throat. "I know."
"And I know Jacob is not your final answer." He retorted. I put my fork down and leaned back, "Can you please? I'm trying to eat here." I pointed at my food. He put his hand up, apologizing.
Bringing his hands down he let it drop. He looked down at his hands and rubbed his palm a little with his index finger. "So…are you…a virgin?" I was about to scream at him when someone familiar came through the door. Leah. I stood up and waved to her, Edward turning around to look. She returned my wave with a prissy swish of her hand.
"I'll be right back." I told him, getting out of my chair. Running over to Leah I questioned, striking up a conversation. "Hi, what's up?" She just glared at me and rolled her eyes. "Picking up dinner, why?" I shrugged my shoulders. God I hated talking to her, but she was closer to Jacob than I was. "Just wondering. Hey have you seen Jacob around?" I asked. She shook her head. "Nope, hear you got into a fight with him though" She smirked. "Yeah well, he got into a fight with the foreign exchange student we're housing.
She sneered. "You're cheating on him aren't you?" My jaw dropped. "No!" I snarled. "I would never cheat on Jacob!"
She rolled her eyes. "Then why are you here with him?" She pointed to Edward who was watching us. "Because, he's living with us and I have nothing else to do seeing how Jacob isn't talking to me."
She ran her hand through her hair -which I noticed was blonde now- "So, Jacob's a time waster for you?"
"No!" I hissed. Just then the waitress came out with almost 10 doggie bags full of food. Leah faked a sincere smile and thanked the girl then turned to me. "Bye Mayella dear, it was great seeing you again; I'll tell Jake and Seth you said hi." I returned her smile and as she headed for the door I hollered after her. "Alright, take care! Oh! And I love the hair! It looks just like piss!" She stalled, and then stomped out swearing.
My smile disappeared the moment she left. I really, really, really hated her. But I guess it was a good thing that I managed to talk to her, it got me to bring my defenses back up for Edward. Reluctantly, I returned to my seat. I laid my head on the table, pushing my plate aside. I guess Edward was able to see the funk I was in, judging from my expression. "Is everything alright?" He asked reaching forward and laying a hand on my cheek. "I hate her with a passion." I mumbled into the hard wood of the table. He smiled lightly, "then why did you want to talk to her so bad?" He chuckled. "I was using her to get information about Jacob." He pulled away, his beautiful face turning blank. "Did you find out anything?" I shook my head and placed my hand over my face. I didn't understand. He hadn't been going to school all last week, and he wasn't calling me or returning the calls I was giving him. "Leah thinks I'm cheating on Jacob with you." I murmured into my palm. "Tell her the truth." I looked up at him; his face was still blank, unreadable.
I sat up straight and stared at my plate. "Why is Jacob so mad at me? I was confused, he should know that. After all, I am a dumb girl." Edward shook his head, "No, do not say such things," He leaned forward again, his face back to that loving, understanding expressions. He touched my cheek. His fingertips grazed across my flesh down to my jawbone. I felt captivated again. I didn't like it, I didn't like to feel like I was trapped, but I couldn't do anything about it this time. I smiled and pulled away from his touch. "If Jacob doesn't talk to me soon, then my mind has been made up." Edward pulled away, his soft delicate hand still half extended across the table. I pushed my plate off to the side of the table and stood up. "Well, let's go home and flash off our wares to my parents. They'll be thrilled that you bought me woman clothes."
Standing he followed me to the cash register where he pulled out his wallet and handed the waitress and 20 dollar tip. She thanked him, almost too sweetly and bid us a good day. We left together, night time falling on us. I sighed, my mind begging to get home and call Jacob again, but my heart begged for affection, and the only one to give me affection right now was Edward. As much as I wanted to follow my heart, I had to follow my mind first. Maybe I'd get lucky. Maybe not.
TWILIGHT
When we got home I dropped all of my stuff on the kitchen table and went straight for the phone. My mother came out slightly confused looking. "How did it go honey?" She asked. "Splendid, had a lot of fun now shush." I spoke in a hurry as the phone rang. Twice. Three times. Four times. The answering machine. I exhaled deeply into the phone, "Jacob, this is Mayella please, please answer." I begged my heart racing. "I need to talk to you ok? I realize the fight was my fault, I realize that! I know what I did was wrong, it wasn't your fault, I know you don't like Edward for some un-godly reason but it's not my fault he's living here." I paused. "It's not my fault for the story my parents told me." I started crying. "Please, Jacob, just, answer, please if you love me, call back, or better yet, come to school, meet me, sneak in through my window if you have to!"
I stopped for a second. This message was carrying on to long, it should have stopped by now. My breathing deepened. "Jacob, better yet, I'll come to you." I mumbled into the phone. Something peculiar in the background -that wasn't my father watching TV- caught my attention. Then I heard the phone click, then the dial tone. I put the phone down. He was listening? No, if he was listening, he would have said something, Jacob isn't that heartless. I thought about the last time he went missing. The day I was attacked. Backing away I started to think about it. Was it really possible for that guy to be there again? That un-human seeming guy? I shook my head, it wasn't possible. There was no way that guy would attack the same place twice, unless he knew what would get anyone close to that house. To attack a loved one.
My mother moved forward, "Mayella, honey?" I looked at her. "Something's wrong. Someone was listening to that the whole time." Silence. My father was now standing next to her. "How do you know?" She questioned, my father's arm wrapping around her waist. "That message lasted to long." My father looked at her, his face deep with concern. "May, there are some answering machine's that are longer than others." I shook my head. "No, I heard something in the background, and then I heard it click like someone putting the phone down on the receiver." Edward came to my side, "Maybe it was him?" I shook my head again. "I don't think so, Jacob wouldn't sit there and listen to all that without saying something. At least, I don't think he would." My mother moved forward and rubbed my shoulders, "He's done stuff like that to me May, I think it was just him." I looked at her. I found comfort in her eyes. I nodded, my suspicions still lingering, but most of them settled. Smiling, my mother clasped her hands in front of her and sang "Ok! So, show us what you bought." I rolled my eyes and smiled, "You're too cheerful, you know that right?" She giggled, "You have aunt Alice to blame for that." My father and Edward laughed. I grinned and turned around. My father looked at all of the bags shocked, "Wow! You actually went shopping? I thought you would show up, buy a pretzel and leave." I glared at him. "I needed some time to get away from you, you know, of course I'll go shopping."
He laughed, wrapping his arm around Edwards shoulder he boomed, "You see the way she treats me Edward?" My father laughed. Edward chuckled, "Simply terrible! How awful of a thing to do to your own father!" His comment was wrapped in sarcasm. "Yuck it up you two!" I snarled playfully. My mother was starting to nose through the bags. "Wow, honey you should see some of the things in here, guy clothes everywhere." Edward smiled when my mother pulled out a bag of boxers. "These yours May?" She asked looking at me. "No." I cocked an eyebrow. "Oh, who are the dresses for?" My mom questioned. Edward's smile stretched, "Mayella, the boxers are mine." My mom smiled, "He got you to buy dresses? I like him a lot!" she laughed. I rolled my eyes and snatched the bags with the dresses in them from her. "If you keep it up I won't model them for you!" I growled glaring at her. My father hushed her and started to push me towards the bathroom, "If you leave now, you won't be able to let your mother ruin it for us."
I rolled my eyes and headed off to get ready. I walked through the kitchen to the nearest bathroom, which so happened to be almost right next to the door, down a long dark hallway, out of my parents general sight and hearing range. Edward followed me. "What do you want?" I snapped stopping outside the bathroom door. "I want to help you with any naughty zippers." He whispered a smile on his face. "Well, if you don't pull a stunt like what you pulled in the mall, then you can help me." he moved forward. I backed away from him, my back pressing against the door. "Edward, don't." I gasped as he bent down, his lips inches from mine. "Just one more time?" He whispered, his cold breath grazing across my lips. My body stiffened in the dark. Although I wouldn't have been able to see a regular person in such little light, but Edward's light almost seemed florescent. "No, because one more time will go to two more times." He chuckled lightly, his fingertips grazing across my cheek gently, traveling along my jaw bone. "Then why not?"
I dared to let my eyes find his. I knew what would happen if I did, I would become captivated within those beautiful, nearly black eyes. I was right. As my eyes caught his, I was trapped. His skin was nearly blue in the light from the kitchen, his lips parted ever so slightly. I wanted to. I wanted to kiss him, my heart begged for it, affection. Would Jacob know if I did? If he did find out, then he would most definitely find out about in the mall. He dragged his hand from my jaw to my neck, the coldness almost taking my breath away. My eyes still glued to his I dropped the bags and brought my hands to the sides of Edward's face. "Will you let me?" His words penetrated my mind. I was screaming at myself in my head. "What about Jacob! You haven't even known Edward that long! One week of dating Jacob and already you're cheating on him!"
I wanted to stop myself, but it seemed like no matter how hard I tried, the longer I stared into his eyes, I could only do what would please him more. Pulling his hand away from my neck, he laid it on my waist, his smile twisting even more, his perfect white teeth flashing in the darkness. "Edward," I gasped. He laid his forehead against mine, his other hand twisting the bag out of my other hand and pushed my wrist against the door next to my head. "We do not have to let Jacob know." his lips grazed my cheek. "No, but I feel rotten if I let you." I pulled my head away from him. His lips continued down my cheek to my neck where they hovered. "Human minds are amazing, are they not?" he chuckled into my clavicle, his lips pecking lightly at my flesh. "What do you mean?" I gasped lightly as he nipped my skin. He pulled away a little and returned his nibbles to my ears, "Your mind is desperate on setting your conscience against you, almost as if it was waiting to destroy you. That is just the way the mind works." He bit down harder on my neck. I squeaked and pushed him away. "You bit me!" I squealed. He looked worried, almost frightened. Quickly I grabbed the bags and flung the bathroom door open. "Go away!" I screamed at him.
Nervously he stuttered, "But what about the zippers?" Although nervous, or afraid, his voice still sounded so silky. "I can manage on my own you parasite!" I slammed the door in his face and locked it. I shivered as I leaned against the hard wood. Why was he trying to advance with me so fast? Why was he trying to get me to like him over Jacob? But the question that kicked the crap out of all of the others was, why was it working! Sighing I walked across the bathroom and set the bags on the counter. First things first, to check if that freak had broken the skin.
Leaning toward the mirror, I pulled my hair out of the way and checked the spot where he had bitten me. Nothing but a red mark. Exhaling, I rubbed it. It was sore though, for it not having broken the skin, it was sure as hell sore. "Jacob..." I muttered to myself. Did I have the mental dependency to continue fighting against Edward? Would I be able to stick out not seeing Jacob as well as fighting against Edward? "You're such a jerk! I can't believe you'd just disappear like that!" I growled to myself grabbing the front of my shirt. I fidgeted with the buttons, the top on not coming undone. I started getting frustrated, looping the button through the hole and pulling every time I thought I had it through, only for it to latch again. "Damn you!" I squealed. Grabbing onto the fabric I ripped it open, popping the buttons off and sending them either falling straight to the floor or landing in the sink. I looked at myself in the mirror. My shirt was now ruined, and even more, I looked like that traitor I saw in the mall.
I thought about putting my fist through this mirror as well but thought twice about my parents being in the next room, and my already damaged hand. Looking down at my clothed hand I backed away from the counter and smiled. "Heh, I'm surprised they haven't seen this yet." I whispered to myself. I laughed and shook my head. "alot is happening in such a short time May." I tried mimicking Jacob's voice as I bent down to pick up the buttons. "Oh but Jacob, I've never had experience with a boy before. I was never really a popular girl in my old school." I replied in my own voice, sweeping them into my hand.
"No but its common sense dummy! Choose which one you want, me...or him." I stood up and looked into my hand thoughtfully. "Jacob, you know I'd choose you over him."
"Then why are you letting him get so close?"
"Because you aren't here with me." I stopped. I looked at myself in the mirror. "Give me proof you love me."
My imitated voice sounded so real to me. Closing my eyes I leaned forward over the counter and pressed my lips against Jacob's imaginary lips. The mirror. I pulled away and snarled, "I'm so going to kick his butt the next time I see him!" Ripping my shirt off I threw it in a pile in the corner of the bathroom and ripped my pants off. I didn't care when I was at home. I didn't care if I left my personal items lying all over the place here. It was my house!
Unclipping the back of my bra I grabbed the first dress out of bag. It was baby blue and had lace all along the bottom. Silk, spaghetti string, stopped about mid thigh, zip up on the back. Sliding it up over my fat butt I stuffed my tits into it. Reaching back I grabbed the zipper and pushed it halfway up my back. With my other hand I reached back over my shoulder and grabbed it. Holding onto the bottom of the zipper I pulled it up the rest of the way and adjusted it. I did look pretty in it, I admit, but my hair looked like garbage.
Grabbing a hair clip I put my hair up in a bun and styled it so my hair curled out of the center. I smiled at how pretty I looked. I looked into the bag to see if there was anything else I could throw with it like a sash or something. Within the sea of silk cloth was a little box. Curious I pulled it out. It looked like a jewelry box. Pulling it out I opened it. Inside was the most beautiful necklace I had ever seen. Diamonds constructed into the shape of a cursive J on a chain. Under it a piece of paper folded into a tiny little square was stapled shut. Taking the necklace out I held it to my neck in the mirror. It was the perfect accessory, so beautiful it stole my breath. Clipping it around my neck I studied it carefully in the mirror. But why a J?
Grabbing the piece of paper I bent the metal of the staple back and slid it out gently. Opening the paper up all the way I read it allowed,
Dear Mayella,
I'm sorry if I hurt you. I didn't mean any harm by shoving you that day by the water, but I fear that if I hadn't, you would have ended up hurt anyway. I got your calls, unfortunately, the only time I could return them would be after you've been asleep. I hope you like the necklace, I had been working hard to get money together for that just for you. They had M's, but I figured that you didn't need anything to help remind you your own name, so I figured I'd give you a J, to always remind you of me. I had your mother give it to you secretly, seeing how if I gave it to your dad he'd smash it, rip it, burn it, stomp it, smear it, cut it, eat it, shit it, bury it, crush it, peel it apart, and probably crush it down and lace a maxi pad with it, or make it into a ring for that gay foreign exchange student so he could get married to a fag or something, I dunno.
Now Mayella, I know what you are thinking and No, it isn't your fault. Listen, I'm not avoiding you, I'm really busy, I might be in school next week, maybe Wednesday or Thursday so don't go all loopy on me and start thinking I killed myself or something. Hopefully you got this before your father. We don't need him getting pissed off and run around the house screaming like Ed-zilla.
Oh, and speaking of ED! Tell that foreign exchange student Duh-ward to watch himself, cause if he even so much as lays one hand on you the wrong way, I screw his head off and crap down his throat. On top of that, I'll make sure you'll have a nice pretty piñata at your next birthday! You might get a kidney or a liver when you bust it open but hey, we can't get him perfectly cleaned out can we?
Sorry if I started ranting a little. It's late and I'm tired. Morbidly tired. Damn this is a long note, I might as well just freaking talk to you in person. But! If you are reading this right now, that means I'm asleep! Sleeping! SLEEPY, SLEEPY, SLEEP!!. hehe, I miss you babe.
Just remember May, we were MADE for each other. I can just...feel it
Love Jacob (yes my father's real name is Billy and I had a crush on your mom) Black.
I smiled my heart racing. Tears hit the page creating the ink on the page to puddle. Dropping the note I charged through the door and down the hallway. My parents were waiting in the kitchen, talking to Edward. Running out I threw my arms around my mother and kissed her on the cheek. "Thank you so much mother! I'm borrowing the car!"
My father looked at me confused, but my mother understood. She smiled and handed me the keys to the truck. I stopped and stared at them. "We don't need you getting into an accident while you're in such a pretty dress, plus you have a broken shoulder, don't need anymore injuries." I smiled. "Right now I could die by being attacked by a gang of gorillas and not care."
Taking the keys I kissed her then ran to my father and kissed him on the cheek. "Bye be back later to flash off the rest of those dresses!" Turning I made my way to the door. Sliding on my boots I ran out the door, not bothering to zip them. I almost beefed it twice just getting to the truck but I tried my hardest not to fall in this dress. Skidding across the driveway I grabbed the handle to the driver's side on the truck and flung it open. I threw myself in -literally- and slammed the door shut. Fixing myself in my seat I buckled up and started it. I decided it would be best to zip up my boots while I was waiting for the engine to warm up. The day Jacob and I fought, the day I ran away from him and Edward's fight, the truck's transmission blew. I had to bust the window to get my cell phone out and call my father. Uncle Emmett was visiting and offered to help. He helped my father push it to the nearest station. I thought it was crazy but, they did it.
Pulling out of the driveway I made my way down the road to LA Push, the darkness speeding by. I was so happy that he wasn't mad, but one thing slipped my mind. It was dangerous in LA Push alone, even more dangerous than in the daytime was being there at night. Also, Jacob had said it in the letter, he was probably sleeping. Who cared! Tomorrow was Sunday! If he had a job, he should be able to get a day off! Plus, it was illegal to work through school hours, unless he was too tired to go to school because of his regular hours. If that was the case, then he was work sensitive.
I pulled onto the reservation and searched for Jacob's house. One of the only ones with the lights off. I couldn't pull into the driveway because of the police tape that was still up where the GT Had found itself up turned in the middle of the road. Shutting the truck off just outside the border of the tape, I climbed out and ran to the edge of the tape. Ducking under it catching my hair on it, pulling it out of the bun, I dashed up the side walk, tripping only a couple times. Running up on the porch I hesitated. Should I knock? I looked around, people's lights turning on. Probably from the popping and roaring of my truck. Slinking out of the automatic porch light, I snuck around to the back yard.
I walked across the yard carefully, peeking in the windows for any sign of the man being in there. Scuttling my foot forward I felt something crawl over the toe of my boot. I looked down just in time to see a garden snake slither away into the darkness. I screamed and jumped back. "Aaahhhh!" I whined tears forming in my eyes. My attention snapped to the other yards as a dog started barking. I knew that if I were going to make my move, it would have to be now. Hurrying to the back door, I prayed that it wasn't locked, rigged with an alarm and he didn't have a dog. Reaching out, I grabbed the handle and pulled it to the left. The door gave way sliding open. "Yes," I whispered triumphantly. Round 1! Mayella Vs, Door. Winner Mayella! Round 2! Mayella Vs Surprise wall! Winner, Wall!
Walking through the door, and attempted to progress forward. Sadly I carried on forward too much and I smashed into a wall I didn't see and fell backwards. Luckily, I hadn't shut the door and I fell backwards onto the patio. I gasped as the cement collided with my back. I stared up at the starlit sky with shock trying to breathe. I gasped, listening to see if I had woken him -or someone else on the street- up. Nothing.
Shifting, I began to push myself off the ground, my shoulder burning with pain. Standing all the way I dusted off my dress with my non-injured arm and checked the back in the reflections of the window to see if I had ripped. Again, luckily, the only thing hurt was me and my pride, and maybe the wall if I could see it.
This time I entered the house slowly, my arms out to catch me from smashing into the wall again. Reaching back, I slid the door shut and went to lock it but found that it was already locked. He locked it before he latched it fully. "Jacob, you're such a scatterbrain." I whispered laughing lightly. Following the wall I broke free and into a room. It was small, I could tell from how close the windows were. I sighed, "God I hate trailers." I whispered. Carefully I made my way across the floor of -what looked like the kitchen- and through the living room. I stumbled around the little love seat and tripped my way into the hallway where the bedrooms were. "Damn, hopefully I can get my ass to his room without waking him! Or killing myself!" I snorted. I looked around; trying to decipher which room was his. Stepping forward, hoping and praying to god that the door with the pin up girl on it to be his! Yeah, like it was that hard! Grabbing the door knob I opened the door as quietly as I could and found what I wanted.
A thin body was curled up on a mattress, his feet dangling off the side. I smiled. He was snoring like a bear, his arms sprawled out. I shouldn't be doing this, but I wanted so badly to be with him right now. Stepping in I shut the door behind me with no noise and tip toed across his floor -surprisingly not squeaking a single floor board or tripping-, making my way to his bed side. Looking down, I saw he was only covered up in a sheet. I didn't know why, it was freezing in here! But that wasn't what caught my eye fully. I gasped and pulled back, my eyes wide with shock. I haven't been through a sex-ed class. In my old school we weren't suppose to go through that course until next year and in LA Push we were supposed to have our first course last year so I missed out on that level. I knew what it was though; I just didn't know what to do with it. I didn't really have to worry about it in Alaska because the boys there didn't have the slightest interest in me, and I stayed most of my life inside. I had no friends.
Part of me told me to go home and forget about it, but the other part of me -the stronger part- told me to stay and check it out a little more. I stepped forward and started to think of a way to lay down with him without touching it. Sitting on the side of his bed, my eyes stuck on it, I noticed how big it was. I had seen pictures of one in school while walking by the sex-ed room, and I tell you what, Jacob had them beat. Instead of him turning into a wolf like I had thought the day of our fight, I think he might instead turn into a horse! Snoring loudly, he started to turn over, his knees up. My eyes grew wide as the sheet started to fall off of it. Snapping my hands forward, I grabbed a fold of it that wasn't touching his body and began to pull it back over his hips. "Damn Jake, you're going to give me a heart attack" I whispered.
Standing up straight I pulled away from the bed. Bending over I unzipped my boots and slid them off. I was going to do this whether I liked it or not. Gently sitting on the side of his bed again I lowered myself down so that I was face to face with him. He was...cute. He didn't look like an adult any more, he looked like a teenager, almost like a sixteen year old.
His lips twitched. A smile crept over my face. Shifting myself, I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his. His muscles tensioned. Very gently I dragged my fingertips down his cheek. That was a bad thing to do. His eyes snapped open and he jumped. In a rush of nerves he threw himself to his feet and pushed himself against the wall, "Who are you! What are you doing in my house?" He snarled. His sheets feel away, my virgin eyes burning. I squealed and threw my hands over my eyes, "Jacob!"
He straightened and looked at me surprised. "Mayella?" He dropped to his knees and moved forward, wrapping his arms around me. I squirmed my way out of his arms, slapping his hands away, "ew, ew, ew, ew!" I squealed repeatedly. I shivered in the middle of his room keeping my eyes closed. "What do you mean ew!" He growled. "You're naked!" I screamed pointing at his nightstick. He looked down. "Aw, hell!" Grabbing his sheet he wrapped it around himself and fell over onto the bed. I stood in the middle of his bedroom, half in tears with my hands over my eyes. I couldn't believe it. The way I said 'ew' and acted made it seem like I was a dyke. Jacob was embarrassed though. He was probably wishing he had gone to bed with clothes on.
After a few minutes of me shivering, I finally thought it was alright to open my eyes. "How did you get in here?" Jacob asked laying on his side on the bed doing his best to keep it hidden from me. "I came in the back door. It was locked, but it wasn't latched." He swore under his breath. I turned around to look at him fully. He looked at me, his expression turning to shock. "Are...are you wearing a dress?" He questioned. I smiled. "So, you finally noticed?" I giggled, trying to fight the urge to be in his arms. "Yeah, you look...I-I can't even...wow." He sat up completely, putting a pillow in his lap. My smile grew. "Jacob, you...you don't have to put that pillow over. I'm fine with it." My smile faded. He looked at me. I couldn't recognize the look on his face. It looked almost sad, but more...exhausted? He kept his hands over the pillow, staring at it.
I stepped forward and climbed onto the bed. I touched his hand, his eyes dashing to mine. Removing his hands, I grabbed the pillow and placed it back at the head of the bed, but before I could turn back around to look at Jacob, his hands were on my arms lowering me to the mattress. "Jacob." I squeaked. He pinned me to the mattress, his hands tight on my upper arms. He knelt above me, his long hair lacing his shoulders. "Mayella, have you ever...wondered? Wondered why it just, felt so right...so right to be with me?" I looked at him confused. I had never questioned that. I had never wondered why if felt right to be with him. It never felt right to be with him, I just...liked to be with him. Loved to be with him. "Jacob..." I murmured. He pulled away the sheet falling off. "Ugh! I want to tell you!" he growled grabbing fistfuls of hair and pacing back and forth. "Tell me what Jacob?" I sat up, my body in pain as I watched him walk back and forth, nothing concealing him. "I can't tell you! Sam told me not too, and plus your mom...your DAD! Edward, ugh, how could you be so close and not know! Why aren't they telling you? They have to know you'll find out someday!" He snarled. Standing I grabbed his shoulders, "Jacob! What is it?" I hollered.
He looked at me biting his bottom lip. Grabbing my shoulders he pushed me back onto the bed and crawled over me. His lips crushed mine in more haste than usual. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed back. Grabbing onto my legs he wrapped them around his waist and lowered his body down in between them. I gasped as I felt it against my upper thigh. "Jacob, please." I gasped. He buried his face into my neck and started to kiss me. "I won't go any further than this if you don't want it." He assured me, his lips teasing my shoulder. "It's just...you look so god damn good in that dress!" He chuckled lightly and pushed himself over so he was lying on his side.
"What did you want to tell me?" I questioned taking my legs out from around his waist. He sighed. "I can only tell you a story, the story of the reason your parents can't come onto the reservation." I looked at him. "There was this legend that was passed down through the Quileute's. I didn't believe it until I met your mother. Legends of the Cold ones, and the protectors of humans who could shift into animals. Wolves." I cocked and eyebrow. "The cold ones are...vampires?" He smiled "yeah, pretty stupid, huh? Well, I'm a Quileute." He stared at me. "Yeah?" I replied, not understanding. "I'm part of the tribe who the usual protectors were." I stared at him. "Come on May! You can figure this out!" I whined. "What was your theory back when we had that fight?" I cocked an eyebrow. "You're telling me, you're really a werewolf, and my parents are vampires?" He smiled, "Yes! Yes! Oh my god you got it faster than your mother!" He smiled.
I returned it. Getting up I grabbed my boots and stomped out. "May?" He got up and grabbed the sheet. "May where are you going?" He called after me, following me to the back door. "If you didn't want me around you didn't even need to give me that damn necklace you know!" I screamed ripping the door open after struggling with the lock. "I'm telling the truth!" he insisted cutting me off on the patio. "And Edward isn't Italian!" I screamed trying to get by him. "May! I'm serious!" I turned around and looked at him. "You know what? Maybe I should be with Edward instead of you! Just like he said!" he stopped and looked at me frightened. Reaching up I grabbed the necklace and threw it at him, "Take that if you don't want to see me so damn bad!"
Turning around I ran to my truck, tears flowing down my face. People were starting to come out of their houses to see what was wrong when I got into my truck Turning it on, I pulled away from Jacob's house, the unbelievable story burning at my mind. It didn't make sense! I even hated it when I came up with it, why would he do it too! I didn't know, I didn't care, but right now, I knew someone who would care, someone who would make it better. Someone who wouldn't lie to me.
Edward.