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Chapter 13 Will She Ever Stop?

The girls and I came to visit Rose on Saturday. We spent the whole day with her. Angela and Asia changed their dates to Sunday with no complaint. We all wanted to be there for Rose. She was discharged that night. She didn't plan to attend school on Monday. She just didn't feel ready.

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Monday morning I prepared to go to school with one less friend attending. My makeup was light. I wasn't in the mood to attract too much attention. I drove up and parked near a Harley motorcycle. Paul was getting off.

"Good morning, Shorty," I uttered.

He looked at me strangely. We never officially met. "You're Volcano's girl, right?"

"Yes. Do you know where he might be?"

"No." He looked at his watch. "Probably still on the bus," he answered.

"Thanks." He walked into school carrying his bookbag. I hung outside waiting in hopes I might see him. I wanted to thank him again for his heroic behavior on Friday. After a few moments, he came walking up the block from the bus stop.

"Jacob," I called.

He caught sight of me and his mouth twisted upward. "Hey there." He quickened his pace and approached my silver car. "Are you back to stalking me?" He leaned in through the window for a kiss."

"I wanted to thank you again for saving Rosalie. You know, you're pretty great."

"Really? Because, I know exactly how you could thank me." He walked around to the passenger side and climbed into my Mazda. He pulled me in to an embrace and pressed his lips against mine. His hands moved onto my lower back slipping dangerously under my waistband of my pants. My heartbeat picked up speed, but I knew we had to get to class. Before I had a chance to stop him, something thudded against my windshield. Slush spread across my front vision and I could spy between the snow Jane was thrusting another ball. Thud!

"She's really upset for a fake girlfriend," I posed to him.

"So she had a crush on me. For some reason in this school I'm desirable," he grinned.

"Maybe you should explain to her you're not interested, so we could all be on the same page," I suggested.

"Nah, I would be wasting my time." He stepped out of the car. "Back off Jane!" he yelled.

She picked up her bag and ran off.

I opened the door and walked out securing the locks. "Thanks." We headed into school for our first class.

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During my third period, I made a mad dash to the ladies. When I stepped out of the stall, I found myself face to face with Jane.

"Oh shit!" I swore under my breath.

"So you think you could steal Volcano from me and I would walk away?"

"I didn't steal him because he wasn't yours," I answered back.

"Like hell he wasn't. We went everywhere together. We hung out. He loved me and then you come in with your fancy packaging and think you could just take what you want!"

I stood there frozen. I really wanted to believe Jacob when he said he was never alone with her. Everything was hearsay and I was unsure.

"Well you can't!" she yelled. "There isn't anyone to protect you this time!" She vaulted at me and I instinctively raised my arms to cover my head.

"Not the face!" I muttered.

"Ow!" she screamed. My clenched hand somehow met with her nose. "You piece of shit, bitch! You broke my nose!"

I moved my hands from my protective position and saw the blood leak down her upper lip onto her mouth. Her hand held her nose. The scent hit me and the room began to spin.

This teacher must have heard Jane scream, because she walked in. "What's going on in here?"

"Ms. Ross she punched me for no reason. I was just using the bathroom and she hit me."

I would've defended myself, but the smell was so thick I sank to the floor, incapacitated.

"You principal's office. Now," she commanded.

"Ms. Ross, Jane is lying," I mumbled weakly.

"I don't want to hear it. Both of you move," Ms. Ross said.

"But what did I do?" Jane questioned innocently.

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We sat in Principal Greene's office. Jane had a wad of gauze held to her nose to stop the bleeding, but I could still smell it.

"I'm very disappointed in the both of you. Fighting in the ladies room is very unbecoming for two fine students such as yourselves."

Fine students?

"Ms. Swan, you are one of the top students with no blemishes on your record. And Ms. Reece, you are a fine actress, the star of the school play. It would be a shame to resort to such levels that are beneath you." He looked at her then over at me. "Ms. Swan, you seem a bit green around the gills. Are you all right?"

"No, Principal Greene, I'm not feeling very well."

"Maybe I should send you home," he suggested.

"What?" Jane uttered.

"The separation might do the both of you some good," he explained.

"You're both excused, and Ms. Swan when you come in tomorrow, there isn't going to be anymore fighting. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir," I answered.

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I made a quick stop at Rose's for a visit before heading home. She was asleep. When I made it home, I received a text from Asia.

PROB SKUL

CALL U L8R

I guessed she found out about the fight. I wondered what lies Jane was spreading. She really should have been sent home since she had a bloody nose.

My phone rang at precisely three, only it wasn't Asia it was Jacob.

"You get on my case about beating Felix up, but you're allowed to punch Jane in the face," he mentioned.

"I didn't punch her."

"So her nose spontaneously combusted?"

"No, she kind of ran into my fist," I explained.

"Yeah, like I haven't heard that one before," he jested.

"I'm serious. She was going to attack me and when I lifted my arms to protect my face, she was too close. I didn't mean to."

"So why were you suspended?" he asked.

"I wasn't. I get sick from the smell of blood. She was bleeding in Principal Greene's office. He sent me home so I could get well — no suspension."

"Oh." He sighed. "I need to tell you something." The tone in his voice sounded serious. "After you left there was a situation at school. Jane went all crazy at me. She made a scene about me dumping her for you."

"Dumping her?"

"We were not together," he reminded me. "The thing is . . . she's pregnant."

[AN: You do not know how badly I wanted to stop right here.]

I dropped my phone.

"Bella! Bella, are you there?" I heard coming out from my phone. My heart was zooming at flight speed. I picked it up. Jane's words echoed in my head. We hung out. He loved me.

"Bella!"

"She said you're the father, didn't she?" I deduced.

"It's not true Bella. You have to believe me," he begged. "I swear."

"You really think I could believe you," I said sadly.

"Bella, if you don't believe me, then I'm doomed. People are gonna think I'm some deadbeat dad, that I'm scum. I was hoping you would at least be on my side."

"Jacob I really want to believe you, but—"

"She's a psychopath with a crush!" he interrupted me. "I never touched her!"

"Okay Jacob. You never touched her," I repeated. He had such conviction. I didn't know what to believe.

Asia and Angela both called that night. They went into detail about the way Jane announced her pregnancy. With Jacob denying any copulation, the baby would be left without a father. Jane was screwed — again. I wondered how her parents took the news.

The next day at school, I was tip-toeing around. I didn't want to have a confrontation with Jane. But the inevitable is always unavoidable. She came to me at lunch.

"You! How dare you come back to school when you're suspended?" she called out.

Anger coursed through me. "I wasn't suspended, you freakin' liar!"

"Oh, I'm a liar. It's your boy toy that's a liar," she said referring to Jacob.

I felt the need to defend him even if I was still unsure. He needed me to be on his side. "You're a slut, Jane and everyone knows it." My audience hooted. "You don't know who the father is."

"I know it was Volcano. He came to me at Ben's party. We were together all night," she claimed.

I felt a sudden jolt. Holy shit, he is innocent. "Jane, Volcano was toilet papering Principal Greene's house that night. Everyone knows that. He got detention and had to clean up Principal Greene's house."

Her face went blank and completely white. "But it was him." Her voice came out small.

"Maybe you had a lot more to drink than you think."

I felt bad for her. She was so sure it was Jacob and now since she admitted she was pregnant, there was no way to find the truth. No high school student will own up to getting Jane pregnant.

I turned toward the door of the cafeteria to head out to Jacob, but Jacob was standing there. A smirk was on his face.

I ran over to him. "I never thought I'd be happy you got in trouble."

"I told you I didn't touch her." He pulled me into a kiss in front of everyone. One hand held the small of my back while the other went through my hair.

I moved my lips to his ear. "I won't ever doubt you again."

He looked into the brown pools of my eyes and smiled. He leaned in once more and I could feel his tongue dance with mine. Those familiar electrical currents flowed through me curling my toes and making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. If we weren't at school, I would have completely stripped down to my birthday suit and had him right there.

The rest of the day passed with amazing quickness. I heard whispers around me of what happened during lunch. I was so glad when the day was over. I walked into the classroom for the tutoring session. The look on Jacob's face indicated he didn't have studying on his mind and neither did I.

AN: Well, were you freaked at the announcement? Be honest. How many of you cursed Jacob out? I was and I was telling the story. Of course it was Jane striking again. Sometimes these things write themselves. Let me know by clicking below.