Chapter 25
Vanessa's pov
I woke up around eight and saw I was at Emily's, in bed. I rolled over and saw a note on my nightstand. I picked it up and saw it was from Edward. It said that Jacob would be by at ten and happy birthday. My birthdays were usually horrible and I wasn't looking forward to it. I felt really sick, not flu either. I felt horrible. My birthdays are the worst! I got to my feet and walked over to the closet. I grabbed a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt and went downstairs. I saw that no one was up and I was glad. I went outside and sat on the front steps waiting for ten o clock to come. I glanced at my watch and saw it was nine-thirty. Thirty more minutes, I hoped he wouldn't be late. I heard his motorcycle pull up and I felt my jaw drop to the ground. Since when was he not late? Forget about that. Since when was he early? He got off his bag and ran over to me, grabbed me in his arms and squeezed me tight."Hi, Nessa." I smiled and said,"Hi, Jake. You're early?" He laughed and said,"Don't sound so surprised. I can be on time when I want to." I smiled and giggled a bit. He brushed my hair out of my face and ran me over to his bike."Hold on, tight." I nodded and grabbed hold of his waist. I held on extra tight, smiling the whole way. I didn't realize how much I missed him until this moment. He pulled over by the forest and we got off. He picked me up in his arms and I snuggled into his chest. He held me close and took off running. I closed my eyes for a moment and he stopped. I was feeling kind of sick. Not from the running, I had been feeling sick all morning. I knew today was going to be bad, but I didn't know it'd be like this. I was trying to put on a brave front for Jake, he worried about me enough. He put me on his back and started scaling a tree, he stopped at a sturdy branch, only ten feet off the ground. Thank God, any higher and I might blow my cover. I smiled up at him and he said,"Happy birthday, Nessa." I smiled and nodded. He leaned in, wanting a kiss. I wasn't really up for it. but I had to keep my cover. I looked into his eyes and gave in. He was the only smell that didn't want to make me barf. What was wrong with me? His hot lips pressed up against mine, making a perfect match. He pressed harder and harder, and I didn't mind. We tumbled out of the tree, him landing on his back, me landing on top of him."Good thing you picked a low branch." He smiled and I laughed. I laid on his chest and and saw a field of wildflowers a few feet away. I could smell them over here and they made me sick. I shot up, not caring about him seeing me sick. He put his arm around my shoulders and said,"Are OK? You look kind of green." I nodded my head and said,"Yeah, I'm fine." I am such a bad liar. I should've told him the truth. What was I supposed to say? No, Jake. I'm not OK. I feel like I'm going to vomit and things worse than that, and my rib cage is ice cold. No, it's easier to lie, even if I am horrible at it."You don't look OK, and I'm not trying to be mean." That was the last thing I remember him saying because after that, I blacked out.