A/n: first fanfic, be kind Also I'll update based on reviews because I don't want to waste my time posting a story no one wants to read.
Chapter 1It was my first morning of officially being ungrounded but it didn't feel like it. Of course, I'd gotten to see Edward every night but it was nice for it to be official now. I'd also get to see all of my friends—well, most of them. And this last bit is why it still felt like punishment. Imprisonment. Jake still wasn't talking to me and I'd did everything to get him to except driving to La Push and banging on his door. I'd snuck calls, emailed him...over one hundred times. But he had not called me back and I was pretty sure that all the emails I'd sent him had been deleted and not read. Edward was fed up with it.
"Bella." His words, although curt and irritated were beautiful and melodious.
"Hm?" I said, absentmindedly lost in my own thoughts.
"Are you thinking about that little boy again?" Asked Edward.
I sighed, "Jacob isn't a little boy Edward. He is two years younger than I am. And yes, I was thinking about him. I miss him, a lot. I'm thinking about going down to La Push, I mean it's not like I'm grounded anymore."
I was pacing about the floor going over one of my plans to get Jake back; make him care about me again. He was my best friend, he knew all of my secrets. Edward pulled me down onto his lap, smoldering my eyelashes, lips, and neck in cold kisses.
"Why do you care, what he thinks? Why is his approval and forgiveness so important to you? You don't need him you have another lapdog—Mike Newton."
Edward said all of this in a very sweet voice although I could hear the hidden laughter in his throat.
I started laughing and hit his stone hard chest with my hand. I was sure I was more hurt than he was. "Mike is not my lapdog! He is my friend and so is Jake. I think you are a little envious."
Edward laughed. "Me? Envious of Mike Newton and Jacob Black? Being cooped up in this house has made you delirious Bella."
I huffed and stood up abruptly, surprising Edward. "I'm going to see Jacob, no ifs, ands, or buts."
"I'm coming with you."
I looked at Edward with horror filled eyes, I knew he was serious. If I had any chance of getting Jake back Edward could not be anywhere near. There were quite a few reasons why it would be best for Edward to not go with me to La Push. The ones that were most vital and important though were: a) Edward is a Vampire. Jake is a werewolf, they are natural enemies. That leads me to b) If Jacob and Edward were to fight one on one, I am pretty sure Edward would tear Jake to pieces. I do not want that, but if we are at La Push there would be four other werewolves on Jake's side to tear Edward to shreds. I definitely do not want that either.
So, Edward wasn't coming. He must've read the expression on my face because a look of logic and remorse washed over his beautiful features. "Or, I could go home and come back here after you get back from La Push. I don't like this though, I told you Jacob is a young werewolf. He has very little self-control...seeing you, may push him over the edge. If he hurt you Bella...I wouldn't want to have to kill him."
I looked at Edward warily. "Oh, please. I can take care of myself, I learned a lot while you were gone." He winced, we didn't usually talk about that. "I'm a big girl. And Jacob won't hurt me, I promise." I stood on my tiptoes and Edward kissed my lips softly before pulling away and tucking a piece of stray hair behind my ear.
"You are breathtaking." He whispered into my hair as I blushed. I looked down before easing away and getting my keys off the coffee table.
It was getting harder and harder for Edward and I to identify the boundary lines of "human" and "vampire." It was always getting blurrier thus ensuing we ended any intimacy before it could barely get pass a kiss on the cheek.
He opened the front door and I went out first. He followed and I locked the door. Edward opened the door of my truck for me, before getting into his Volvo. I made sure he drove off first so I could see him turn down the dirt road leading to his house. I didn't put it pass him to attempt to follow me.
I had to laugh at this, sometimes it truly felt as if Edward deemed me incompetent. That was something I missed so much about Jake—no matter how many times I messed up or injured myself he never used it against me. He never made jokes about my clumsiness or second guessed himself for letting me do something questionable.
As I drove I thought about so many things. One being that Edward was officially my fiancé, and that he'd promised to change me before I turned 20. And after we got married. I bit my lip because I knew that if that were to happen—and if it was my will it'd be inevitable, then Jake and I wouldn't be friends. But if that were true it gave Jake and me 2 years or less and I wanted to make it count. I didn't want him to remember me and feel hatred, I wanted my good times back.
I was thinking so much until when I drove up to his house in La Push it felt like it'd took ten minutes. The garage was open and I saw his car, he must've been back there too. The music coming from the car was loud so I hoped that meant he hadn't heard the deafening roar of my engine. If he had he would've no doubt hidden.
I went up to the car, and the windows were foggy. Even to me it wasn't that cold in Forks, not cold enough to be foggy. Horror immediately struck me—what if the car had caught on fire while Jake was doing something to it? I beat on the window, there was a lot of moving and two figures pulling apart.
Jake and a girl.
He got out quickly followed by her. She was beautiful; she had long black hair and copper colored skin. Her cheeks were rosy and flushed. She was smiling, partially and looked at me with a confused expression. We both turned to Jake.
Jake looked embarrassed but thankfully not angry. "Maggie this is my friend, Bella. Bella, this is my girlfriend, Maggie.
Maggie, who was my same height and about the same weight, smiled at me shyly. "Nice to meet you. Jacob mentioned you a few times although he mentioned a falling out."
I smiled. "It's nice to meet you also...and I was hoping he'd finally forgive me?"
Jake sighed and Maggie whispered something in his ear before smiling at me and leaving.
"You should've called." Said Jacob gruffly.
"That's funny, considering we both know you would've had Billy tell me you didn't want to talk or I'd get no answer at all."
"Where's Cullen?" Asked Jacob.
"Not here." I replied.
He looked surprised. "Oh?"
I nodded. "This is between me and you, not me, you, and Edward. Can we talk?" I asked.
He shrugged. "Might as well. I don't think...considering the circumstance you found me in, it'd be...appropriate to talk in my car."
I blushed. "You're right. We'll do it in mine, over dinner. My treat at my house."
He shook his head. "Not such a good idea."
"Please?" I countered, in my most trying impression of Edward looking up from his lashes.
"You're persuasive but...let's just talk in your car or not at all, okay?"
I nodded. Jacob knew how to be blunt and get his point across in very few words.
We walked across the grass that was wet with frost to my truck. He sat in the passenger seat and I in the driver's seat. There was complete silence for what felt like hours. When I looked at my clock expectantly only 8 minutes had passed.
"I miss you so much." I said.
"Got that...from the voicemails." Said Jacob.
"You don't miss anything at all? Not even a little?"
Jacob smiled. "A little."
His smile didn't reach his eyes all the way, and it was forced and distant but I couldn't help noting his features.
He had grown a few inches more since I'd last seen him, but his cropped haircut had grown a bit. It was short and naturally spiking and sticking out on odd ends. He had surpassed kind of beautiful—he was beautiful. Of course, not as beautiful as Edward and it's probably terrible to compare them but I did.
"Why are you staring like that?" Asked Jacob.
I shrugged. "I'm taking you all in...I might not see you for another three months."
He sighed. "Bella...we chose two different paths, the one that was chosen for me I can't help."
"It doesn't mean we can't be friends..." I said desperately.
He nodded sadly. "Every time we're together I'd know you'd been with him. That you'd be with him later and that you reek--"
"Of vampire, I know." I finished.
A true smile escaped his lips unwillingly. It was almost as beautiful as the ones before his transformation into a werewolf. "Yeah, pretty much. Like now, it's truly an awful smell."
"They feel the exact same way about your scent." I said.
He smiled. He leaned over and hugged me. "Putrid."
I pulled back, he was so close. I could see my reflection in his dark eyes. "Then why aren't you moving?" I whispered.
Before I knew it, our lips were colliding and I was lost in how warm his kiss felt. The warmest lips to ever touch mine, and the biggest mistake I could ever make.