A/N: So, guys, here's another chapter. You want to know something unfortunate? I pre-ordered Breaking Dawn and I have to wait until Monday to read it! I've screamed many times, but that just causes damage to my vocal cords, it doesn't make my book appear. To keep me sane, I'm putting all my energy until Monday on this story. Review, please!
Oh, and if you're an Edward lover, you may want to close your eyes for this chapter. Don't get me wrong, I love Edward too. And Jake-lovers will have to close their eyes on a different chapter coming up soon, also. So, it's even, alright? Oh, and it's 3:45am! I'm tired, and going to bed soon. If I missed something grammar-wise, I'm terribly sorry. Sleep is overtaking me slowly but surely.
Bella's POV
I didn't have to think very hard to know where I was going. I wasn't going back to Charlie's, no, no, not back there. I had to see the one boy who actually cared for me in more ways than one. My mind wasn't thinking straight; but I knew, just knew, I had to see him. His warm and gentle face would keep me sane, surely.
Not to bring up my Mom's favorite Sci-fi movie Star Wars too much, but he was, in ways, my Obi-Wan. Jacob Black was my only hope. Except, in this case, my Obi Wan was younger and huskily handsome; not an old man with a light saber.
I parked my car, making the noisy brakes squeal uncontrollably against the wet-surface. I saw an outline of someone on the porch; they looked upset. They were slumped over and gazing casually over to me. My tears were flowing heavily, but I tried to heave them aside.
"Jake?" I called, holding my hand out in front of my brow to keep the mist from fogging my sight even worse than my tears. The mystery-man signaled for me to get out of the rain and to come on up. I gladly accepted.
When I came closer, I noticed it was Billy Black. Through the rough times when, ahem, he left me, Billy and I became close. Sort of like an Uncle. Uncle Billy.
"Jake's out with his friends, would you like to come and sit? I'll pour you a cup of tea. Pretty cold out there with the wind blowin'." I followed him to the little kitchen and took a comfortable seat at the table. He strolled over, minding his wheelchair away from the messy puddles of water I made when entering, and set down a large mug in front of me. He had a similar one of his own. He sipped quietly, looking for the right time to give me a talk. I could feel it coming on.
"Bella, I heard something upsetting. I'm sure you know what I'm talking about, and I was wondering…what really happened?" He eyed me, knitting his eyebrows together in concern.
How did he find out so soon? Sure it's been a few hours, but really? News spread quickly through those chatty werewolves, I'm sure.
"I'd rather not talk about it." I traced my finger around the mug, concentrating hard to not sob or hyperventilate.
"Bella—"He began, disapproving. I cut him off hastily. "Just…not yet."
He took that as an improvement, but still looked fairly apprehensive. We sat in silence for a few minutes until his wise old face turned into a grin. "Jake should be back any minute now."
How did he do that? Seriously, that old man has skills; some old ancient-voodoo powers or something. Sure enough, Jacob Black, my bright sun, kept his brown hoodie zipped open, but kept the hood carefully covered over his long black locks. His chiseled muscles could make any girl swoon. He carried a paper bag full of groceries out in front of him.
He soon caught a whiff of something…apparently, me. He let go of the bag, surprised. "Bella?" He guessed, unsure. I got up from the table and saw Billy from the corner of my view wheel away, chuckling quietly to himself.
"Yeah, Jake, it's me." I replied, wiping away the last of my tears for the moment, and making my way into view. His face was incredulous.
"How can this be?—Not that I'm not glad! I'm just…wow! You're really here!" He coughed his throaty chuckle and caught me in a bear hug. I smiled—how could I not? "Yes, Jake, but I won't be if you hug me too tight." He laughed again.
He grabbed my hand, forgetting the frozen groceries, and pulled me towards the couch next to him. "So how are you here? Did you get a chance to sneak away from that bloodsucker of yours?" I flinched almost violently.
"What, trouble in paradise?" He grinned maliciously. He looked over and caught hold of my obviously troubled expression and softened up.
"Whoa, there really is. What's going on, Bella?" He asked quietly, rubbing circles on my back. He did that when I was upset. The memories came flooding in before I could barricade them once again.
Tears fell, and all he did was hold me tight. I couldn't ask for a better friend.
Before I knew it, before he could blink, I had him pinned against the couch. My face crushing his, my thin lips moving solidly against his full ones. His warm skin obliged my cold.
I could tell he had many questions, but he didn't ask. He didn't want to ruin anything that I started. He deepened the kiss, tongues colliding. He fell backwards onto the couch, and I made my way on top of him. We only stopped a few times to catch our breath, or when my mouth felt like it was on fire.
I could feel his fingers make their way up my back and to my shirt. At first they were too warm, I winced automatically. He didn't notice. There was an alarm going on in my brain: "Jacob's your friend; you're cheating on someone you care about." It repeated its words over and over again, alerting myself to the fact that Jacob's hand was meandering its way too far up my shirt. I wanted to wish away that taunting warning, but I knew I couldn't.
I pulled away breathlessly, but he tried to tug me back. His breath tickled my neck as he placed warm kisses that ached my spine. "No, Jake."
He stopped, more annoyed than anything, but he could sense my seriousness. He had gone too far this time; it could have turned in to something we would've regretted so soon. Something I would've regretted at least.
Edward may have been fine going all the way with a past friend and cheating on his "love", but I, so help me, had more deference.
Jacob and I sat on opposite ends of the couch, panting slightly. Me, more so. It felt like I just swallowed a jar full of peppers. After several minutes of a cool-down, Jacob asked me if I was alright. Another memory flowed past, but I tried to not let it show.
"Just need some water." I replied. That would at least stop the burning, and give me time to think this through.
A/N: Spicy, eh? Oh yeah. So there are options up of what couples will end up with which. In this story, guys, not Breaking Dawn. Although, I haven't read it yet and I don't know what couple actually does end up together. Whatever you do, DON'T tell me.
But, I would like reviews.
Voice your opinion, Edward or Jacob? Seriously, folks, I have no larger an idea than you do of where this is going. (;