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They weren't going to tell me when the meeting was going to be. They said I couldn't go. But I really want a chance to see …..Edward…. in pain. I was in a horrible pain that was worse than dying for months. His final moments should be horrible, long, and suffering.
"Hey Bells," Jacob interrupted my thoughts by coming through the back door. "What are you doing?" He asks. I realized that I had been sitting on the counter staring into space.
"Oh, nothing. Just took a break from cooking for a while. Umm… the rolls should be done, can you get them out for me?"
"Sure" He replies, and reaches into the oven with his bare hands to get it out.
I jump off the counter and start running towards him, "Jacob! You need to put on oven mitts because…it's…really…hot…" He was staring at me the whole time with a smirk on his face while holding the tray. It's easy to forget that your boyfriend's a werewolf.
"You were saying?" He asks, putting the tray down and coming closer.
"Sorry, it's just so easy to forget, ya know? I don't think I've ever imagined having a werewolf for a boyfriend." I reply.
"And so what are you gonna do about it?" He breathes, even closer than before, our faces just inches apart.
"I'm. I'm going to…" I manage to get out, while getting lost in his deep eyes. Just seconds later I forget all about his eyes and focus on his lips.
His lips are like satin against mine. He wraps his arms around me. A perk to being a werewolf; he's always so warm. Honestly, when I was with Edward, I always had to wear a sweater. But with Jacob, I could prance around all day in a swimsuit and still be warm.
His face pulls away. Too soon. Much too soon for my liking. But then Seth and Jarred walk through the door and I'm brought back to reality.
"Ooo. What's for dinner?" asks Seth, sniffing the air and staring at the stove.
"Soup." I answer while stirring it.
"What kind of soup?" He prods.
"Does it even matter?" I say, suddenly angry.
"Well, no, not really. But I'm simply curious."
"How about you get off your lazy butt and check yourself?" I say while walking over to the vegetables I was chopping before Jacob walked in.
"I was just running outside all day, I hardly say that's lazy…" He mutters so low that he probably thinks I can't here. I ignore it and continue chopping vegetables.
"So, this is everyone coming to dinner here, right? Because I don't think I'll have enough food if any more of you piggy's come." I say, putting the freshly cut vegetables into the giant pot.
"Um yeah I think so…" Jarred says quietly.
AFTER DINNER
"That was great Bells, you're catching up to Emily on the cooking board. But don't tell her I said that." Said Seth.
"Don't call me that Seth." I say. I only let Charlie and Jacob call me 'Bells'.
"Why not Bells?" Says Jarred. I can feel the grin on his face. He is crossing a dangerous line.
"I SAID NOT TO FUCKING CALL ME THAT YOU FUCKING MORON!" I scream at him, shaking and shuddering.
"Jeez, sorry…Bells" He started snickering. quick as lightning i went to the table picked up a butcher knife, and threw it at his head. I purposefully missed, but if he had moved a millimeter to the left, he would've gotten what I think he deserves.
'Next time, I don't have to miss." I say coolly and walk into Jacobs's room for a nap. Jarred will not disrupt me ever again. Not while I have good aim… Speaking of which, how did I do that? I suck at throwing things and yet… I just… did that… and I didn't trip in the hallway… Well, whatever. And I go to sleep with the warm smell of Jacob all around me.
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