Nightmares

Chapter 7; Part 3

Leah's Point of View

"What do you wanna talk about, Jake?" I asked, managing to clear the big lump in my throat.

He cleared his throat. "Well. When I got home from your house, Rachel told me that we were going to get visitors; these two fifteen and sixteen year-old teenagers.

"What about that? Who are they?" I propped myself with my elbow so I could see his eyes more clearly.

"Tabitha and Ellisha. They're Kevin's nieces. Ellisha—the older one—got into some kind of trouble down there with her little sister. It was get out of the country or jail for juvees." He chuckled.

"What's so funny?"

His face was thoughtful, as if reminiscing something funny. He smiled my favorite Jake smile.

"Hello! What's so funny? Earth to Jake!" I said again, snapping my fingers in front of his face.

"Juvee just reminds me of you. That's where you would probably end up if you weren't part of my pack. And it reminds me of when you used to mock me and stuff. You were really evil, y'know," he said.

"Har-har." This was my way of being sarcastic.

"Oh, before I forget. The pack was talking about going paintballing the day before Claire's birthday party. Are you gonna come or what, Clearwater?"

"Of course I am, Black. I'm going to kick some ass and show you who's boss."

"Ha. Scary." Jacob randomly started clapping his hands. What a geek. Ha-ha.

I yawned. I guess I was tired. I'm always tired. Guess it could be one of those wolf-girl phases.

"I'm going to sleep already. I'm so freaking tired. And remember. Tomorrow when we wake up, we were drunk. Nothing happened."

"Yep, got it. Good night Leah."

Deep down inside me, I knew that we were going to act weird with each other. I could already feel the big space between us growing bigger and bigger. It was also weird sleeping on the same bed, knowing what we were after earlier... But I knew—maybe—that Jake would forget… Or at least make it his hundredth priority of thought.

I cuddled in closer to the blanket. I could feel Jacob's arm touching my back. It felt good there. I felt safe again with his touch. I started closing my eyes and hoped that sleep would soon take me over.

The heaving pounding of rain on the house woke me up. Little by little, my heavy eyelids opened. I was too scared to meet the eyes of the guy I was about to make love with—Jacob Black. He wasn't just my friend. He was my best friend. And now, our friendship status might have gone down from a ten for a four. I'm so stupid for making that stunt.

"Jacob?" I mumbled. My voice sounded horrible and my morning breath was as delightful.

There was no answer. I slowly rolled over, hoping that the silence only meant that he was still sleeping, but there was no Jacob on the other side of the bed; it was empty; vacant.

So I was right? Jacob lied? Now he hated me? I slowly got off the bed and wandered into the living room. Yup, Jacob was gone.

I slowly took off the clothes that were his. I would wash them when I got home.

It was dark and windy outside, with the rain still heaving on the trees and ground. What a suckish day. And with that I phased and ran back home.

Jacob's Point of View

Well, I eventually did get up early. I didn't even sleep that night. I was just watching Leah sleep. Millions of thoughts kept me from sleeping that night. I wasn't going to stay for Leah to wake up and find me next to her. I nkew I was being bogus, but it was the best way. Now, I'm walking in the heavy rain, heading to an Asian café that's just a few minutes off the Quileute Reservation.

It's all your fault, I blamed myself. Blaming myself was the only way to make the job easy. Even though I promised Leah that this wouldn't be awkward for me, I knew that the memories from last night were going to haunt me. And there was no way that I was going to phase anytime soon—with these memories boggling in my head; it wasn't safe.

I walked into the little Asian café and shook off the rain that was on my black leather jacket. It was only ten in the morning and the place was packed. I quickly walked to the back of the café and sat at the table that the pack and I would sit in every time we came here.

"Good morning, Jacob," the old little Asian woman greeted me with her Asian accent. "No friends today?"

"Mornin' May," I greeted her back, trying to not sound rude. "Nope. The friends are still sleeping. I, on the other hand, decided to wake my butt up and come visit you." May was always nice to me. She was like my best friend; like a mother figure. She'd always be very kind to me.

She blushed. My words always had an effect on her. "Oh Jacob, you and your silly remarks. God bless you for being such a wonderful young man." May was never able to conceive children so she treated me like her own. "What would you like today?"

"Um, the usual, please."

"Okay, coming right up." Her tiny figure soon disappeared.

I closed my eyes and lay my head against the back wall and started listening to the conversations and things surrounding me: Global warming, the Asian music in the background, the clicking sound coming from clicking laptop keyboards…

"Jacob?" Someone asked. From the voice, I recognized that it wasn't May—the little Asian woman.

I popped my eyes open and there she was. How on Earth did she find me? Especially here? Who cared? It was her. I felt my smile widen up. Oh God, I hope I'm not smiling like a dumbass! "What are you? Stalking me?" I answered.

So, what did you guys think? Who's the girl? Is it Leah? Hehe.