"Uh, Jake- why were you staring at me?" He was acting very, very strangely. "Staring- what? Sorry, I'm just, uh, really tired, that's all."
It was ten thirty at night, and I was in the Blacks' garage, watching Jake work on his car. It couldn't really be called working, I suppose, because the majority of the time he just sat there and stared, his eyes searching my face hungrily.
"Wow, you're really good at all of this mechanical – stuff, I don't even know what any of the parts are call let alone know their names or where to put them!"
"Sorry, what were you saying?" Oh well, at least my feeble attempts of holding a conversation had gone unnoticed. "Jacob, is everything okay, you look kind of... strange."
Strange was the wrong word to use. Maybe something closer to utterly engrossed and fascinated to a massive extent would be better.
He looked like... like how I felt when I was with- Edward. That was it. The hole in my chest was punched through right again, ripping and tearing in agony. I stumbled, trying to keep myself upright, but apart from that showed no physical reaction to the slaughtering that was happening inside of me.
The pain, however, could not be kept from my eyes, and in half a second, Jacob was at my side, holding me, protecting me from what I could not be protected from.
"It's all right, Bella, I've got you, you're safe, you're all right, I'm with you now..."