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PART FIVE--
I inhaled. We were still there, surrounded by trees, our backs flat on the grass. Jacob gave me my space after I asked him to, even though I knew he didn't want to. I just wanted to let the shivers run out of my system, but in the back of my mind, I wondered if he thought it was because of him being a werewolf. Though, it was strange. I sat up and his face turned towards me, his chocolatey eyes drawing me in. I leaned over him, sighing.
"You know it doesn't matter to me, right?" I was going to be serious. I didn't doubt that my parents would be angry with me for being out, night was already about to fall. I didn't care about getting grounded. I wanted Jacob and myself to set this out, all pages open, nothing held back. He didn't nod or shake his head, but continued to look up at me, his hands behind his head. "It really doesn't, Jacob. I just want you to know that. This won't make a difference to me, even though it's very...strange." I flashed a small smile down at him, hoping to bring up his spirit. The fire in him had dimmed, hopefully temporarily. Hopefully now that he knew that I accepted it, he wouldn't be as down. However, that wasn't the case as of this second. Jacob sighed as he sat up and looked at me. Just looked at me. His eyes were far-off, yet they were close enough to peer right into my heart. His hands reached out to pull me onto his lap, a leg on either side of him. My heart jumped when he kept his hands there, kissing my neck once, twice. I could feel where his hot skin touched mine just at the line of my pants, where my shirt scrunched up. His mouth caught mine, and my heart temporarily stopped. Was he trying to ignore conversation? Or was he just trying to forget everything? I had to pull away from his mouth because my head was so dizzy from lack of breath. His lips never left my skin, though, kissing my jawline and my neck. I wondered why he was being this way.
"Jacob." I had to warn him when I felt his fingers try to travel up my shirt. He kept them where they were, both hands on the flat of my stomach. I felt goosebumps rise on my skin and instinctively I turned my lips back to Jacobs. He was angry, he was frustrated, and he was upset. It all came out in a flood every time his mouth met mine. I squeezed my eyes shut. He kissed me like he had in the forest, when I apologized to him. Only, this was more. There was more to it. He was being obnoxious. I knew I had limits, and I knew he would be toeing the line of them pretty quickly. Jacob's hands went back to the bones of my hips, squeezing and bringing me impossibly closer, until my whole body was fit to his. I gasped, feeling him mess with the lining of my pants. "Jacob," I pulled my lips from his, my breath hitched. "Cut it out." He sighed, pressing his face against my neck. I breathed out, laying my cheek on his temple. I didn't have words for right now. What if I said something wrong and made him angry? "What do you want, Jacob?" I asked, a curious tone in my voice. I wanted to make him happy. My hands reached to stroke his hair. He hummed.
"I don't know," He muttered back. I grumbled. This silence was aggrivating me. I put my hands on the side of his face, making him look at me.
"Really, Jacob. Tell me." I pleaded with my facial expression and he sighed. Moments after he let his face rest in my hands, I felt him stiffen. His muscles tensed and he pressed his teeth hard together. He grabbed my wrists, sliding me off of him and stood up, taking me with him.
"We have to go. Now." I opened my mouth to protest, and looked behind me. Nothing was there. I yelped when he scooped me up into his arms, and his pace quickened.
"Jacob, what's wrong?" He didn't speak. His eyebrows furrowed together and his mouth was downturned into a frown. My arms locked around his neck, my stomach was filled with butterflies from meeting the werewolves, and now his nervousness was making me anxious. I didn't bother to try to push him to answer me, so I shut up until we were back at his house. Jacob pulled me off the bike once we had parked it in the garage, his hands shaking as they held me. I put my hands on either of his arms, begging for him to look at me. Once he did, I pouted. "Jacob, what is it? What's wrong? Did I do something that upset you?" His breath was shaky as he leaned down to press his face into my hair.
"You have to stay with me for a while longer. Sorry if it gets you in trouble, but I'll explain later." His hand slid down to my wrist and he pulled me inside. Billy wheeled from in the kitchen to look at Jacob and frowned. He drug me up the stairs before I could get a word out and closed the door. I sat on the bed and he crossed his arms, standing in front of the door and stared out the window. His jaw was angrily set, and his expression still tense. I could see his whole body trembling. My fingers wound themselves together. I was nervous because he was nervous. And it was so sudden! I stood up, still keeping my distance from the fuming Jacob. I looked at his face, still wondering how he could stay so beautiful even when he was angry.
"Jacob?" I was sure to keep my tone soft so I wouldn't upset him further, if I already had. He closed his eyes, bowing his head. His eyes closed and he exhaled, allowing me to step forward. My hands touched his stomach and his found my waist. He was still trembling. "Jacob, please," I begged, almost whispering. "Please tell me what's wrong." He leaned forward, his lips brushing mine. It was, in no way, a kiss. Just a touch and it made my heart flutter. I could feel him breathe on my lips before he kissed me. It was soft, slow, and meaningful. Something really was worrying him. His hands found their way to my hair, and one went back down to my lower back, trapping my arms between our chests.
"I love you," He breathed, parting our lips until they only touched like before. I nodded. I still couldn't bring myself to say it back. How could I not? I thought myself mad for not loving Jacob back. He was amazingly handsome, committed to everything I did, wanted me for only what I was. I wasn't anything, and he still wanted all of me. My heart jumped every time his face popped into my mind, which was close to every minute of the day. "You have to stay with me tonight." Our faces parted. "Just until this passes. Please." I sighed, laying my cheek on his chest. His chin rested on my head.
"I'd like to, but there's no way my parents would let me. Plus, what's got you so wound up? Until what passes, Jacob?" I looked up at him.
"Well. I know someone I think that can help." He smiled devilishly. "And, as for the danger..." he trailed off for a second before seating himself on his bed and pulling me into his lap. Instinctively I threw my arms around his neck, ready to listen. "Vampires." It was blunt and to the point. My eyebrows raised in surprise. "One of them...I think I know." His voice quieted. My heart thudded inside my chest. What kind of fairy-tale land had I stepped into? Was Forks a supernatural place? Well, currently we were in La Push, but still.
"Jacob, seriously? Vampires?" I honestly couldn't beleive this. Now I understood why he was being so protective. "I can't stay with you tonight, Jacob, but stay with me. Please? I have to face my parents now, or I'll get in even more trouble. As of now, I'm probably going to be confined to my room for at least a week." Jacob sighed. He rubbed his face before putting his hands back at my waist.
"Alright. I'll stay with you, but I can't let you leave my sight even for a second. Okay?" It was enough for me to agree to.
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I walked into the house, alone, but knew that Jacob was most likely waiting for me somewhere, whether it be outside or in. Before the door even shut, my parents were both standing in front of me, fuming. I could practically see the fire in their eyes and the smoke coming from their nostrils. I shrank back, lowering my head just a bit. I was ready for it.
"Where the hell have you been, Katelyin?" My father's booming voice startled me. I opened my mouth to speak, but was shut up by more words. "Don't answer that. We both know. For this, you can't go anywhere for two weeks." He held up two fingers. "You have to stay on this property, not out of sight of your mother or I. Understood?"
"And honey," My mother breathed, looking as if she might cry. "I'm not sure how this whole thing with Jacob will blow over. We're still debating as to whether you two should hang out." My mother looked nervous, almost scared. What she was saying...I was almost tearing up, too. "We'd really have to talk to his father, and him about all of this. I mean, I heard him say that he loved you this morning." I could see out of the corner of my eye that my father was shaking his head, still as angry as before, if not more. "I'm just not sure that I can let this happen."
"Can I go to my room?" I asked, feeling sheepish. "Please?" My mother nodded and my father followed behind her as they walked back to wherever they were before. I trudged upstairs, my feet feeling as heavy as my heart. No Jacob? Could they really be serious about this? But they didn't know! I would just have to tell them. That was the only solution to this. Jacob was sitting on my bed when I opened the door, and he looked up, smiling. I didn't. Already tears were starting to well in my eyes. He frowned, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" His arms were held open to me and he stood up, catching me in a hug before I could brace myself for it. I didn't cry. I couldn't cry, because I didn't want to look any weaker than I felt. I didn't want to admit anything to Jacob, that I really did like him a lot. Maybe not as much as he liked me, but I was sure I was well on my way. I never expected to meet him. I didn't expect to find him in Forks, the least-possible place for me to meet someone like Jacob Black. But I did, and he's, so far, these past few days totally turned my life all around. Werewolves. Vampires. What next? Narnia is real? Maybe if I tried hard enough to step through my closet, I could leave.
"I can't go to the thing tomorrow." I wiped my face, trying my hardest to regain my composure. Jacob rested his hands on my shoulders, but I didn't look at his face. "I can't go anywhere for two weeks." His hands cupped my face. Thankfully, I'd had time to wipe my tears myself before he could do anything. I sighed before continuing, my crying charade being over. My blue eyes met his chocolate ones and my heart melted. "But they're thinking about not letting me see you anymore." I lowered my head, but his hands still touched my face. I heard him chuckle and I looked back up, angry.
"You silly, silly girl." He kissed my forehead. "You know that there's no way that'll happen." His forehead pressed to mine and he smiled, closing his eyes. I stared at his closed eyes, at his lashes. My eyes trailed all over his face, then landed on his lips. I leaned up on my tiptoes, pressing mine gingerly to his and he accepted it, kissing me back. I could feel him smile against my lips. How could he be so confident? He smiled, even after the kiss. I was glad that his spirits were up, but somewhat upset that he smiled through what I thought was a tragedy. "You know there's no way anybody could keep me away from you." His smile grew wider. "I'd just kidnap you and hold you hostage." He shrugged, as if it was nothing. I frowned.
"Jacob," I sighed. "You amaze me." I wiggled out of his hold on me and rummaged through my drawer for pajamas. I could see his smile grow. "I'm going in the bathroom." He frowned, displeased. I gave a quiet chuckle, opening the door and closing it behind me. I dressed quickly, brushed my teeth, and went back into my bedroom. Jacob sat on the bed, having kicked off his shoes and slid out of his shirt. "I have a doctors appointment tomorrow at nine in the morning." I wiggled into his arms, forcing him to hold me tight. "What time are you going to leave?" I smiled down at him, and he up at me as I sat in his lap. He kissed me, small kisses, one after another. He answered me between them.
"It doesn't matter." I smiled. No, I supposed it didn't. I felt his lips stop beneath mine and I pulled my face away from his. His eyes were open, locked onto mine, but his head turned to the side, staring out of the window into the darkness. I could feel him start to tremble beneath me again. His grip around me tightened, and I tightened my lock around his neck. "Go to sleep," he urged me, sliding me off of his lap. I pouted.
"No," I shook my head, smiling. He grinned, chuckling, and lay beside me. He was intent on me getting sleep. "What are you trying to avoid, Jacob?" I asked, propping my head up on my hand, laying on my side to face him. He sighed, his hand moving to rest on my side and play with the end of my shirt. His feverish skin warmed mine.
"You know what I'm trying to avoid. I don't want you awake if she comes." He sighed, resting his head on my pillow. I scooted myself closer to him, feeling the heat radiate from his body. "It's not going to be something nice that you should see. I'm afraid of it, anyway, I guess." I frowned because Jacob did. I thought about what to say, and my stomach filled with butterflies. I pursed my lips tight together before opening them to speak.
"I love you, Jacob Black." I didn't smile, nor get joy out of what I just said, but I saw Jacob's eyes sparkle when I did. I don't think I could ever know how happy it would make him that I finally said that. He sat up, his back against the head of my bed. Even though his eyes sparkled, his expression showed that he didn't beleive me one bit.
"Do you mean it?" He asked, crossing his hands over his bare chest. I frowned. Did I? It was just something my tongue itched to say. My heart quickened, but didn't skip a beat when I said it. So, did I mean it? I frowned even more and he cupped my face in his hands. His smile softened. "Don't say it if you don't mean it. It'll get my hopes up." I felt awful now. I had hurt his feelings. My gut wrenched in an awful way that made me feel like I should be sick. I felt like the most horrible person in the world.
"But I wanted to say it," I mumbled. "I'm just not sure how serious I am. If I mean it or not." I shrugged, my eyes darting downards. Jacob fixed it with a kiss and a smile.
"Let me know when you love me." He smiled. "I'll love you no matter what, and I'm always here. Now, go to sleep."