Doomsday

Then Jacob kicked the door open. He looked straight at me, then Edward, then back at me. He saw our naked bodies entwined. He looked down at the trail of clothes from the bed to his feet. He glared at me with hate, Edward with jealousy.

"Bella what the hell is this?! What's wrong with you?!" Jacob demanded. He quickly picked up my clothes, came across the room and grabbed me.

"Jacob. STOP IT!" I grabbed a bed sheet to cover myself. I glanced back at Edward and he was in shock. He was frozen still.

Jake pulled me out the room and looked me sternly in the eyes. Then he became vulnerable. "I can't believe you would do this to me. Why?" his eyes turned glossy. "Why did you have to act like a tease and a whore?!"

My eyes started tearing up. "Jacob I don't belong to you. I told you I don't think of you in that way." He raised his hand and clenched it into a fist. I was extremely frightened. "Jake I'm sorry, I am so sorry, but we're friends. The best of friends and I don't want that to change." His knuckles whitened as his fist came toward me. I closed my eyes and flinched away. I felt the impact from the wall inches from my face. My eyes widened when I herd a pounding against the wall next to me. I felt relief, he didn't hit me. I never thought there would be a time where Jake would have terrified me. . . I was wrong.

"I'm sorry, I, I don't know what came over me. I am so, so sorry!" he put the heels of his palms in his eyes. "I would never hurt you. You know that right? I am so sorr-"

"No Jake I'm sorry." I had to cut him off. He had frightened me to much with his jealousy. His eyes were shocked and pleading. So with that I turned back into the bedroom and slammed the door behind me. I herd him punch the wall again with frustration.

I saw Edward putting his clothes back on. I walked over to him. "Edward I'm so sorry that happened." I put my arms around him and put my face in his chest, he stiffened. I looked up at his concerned face.

"Bella I didn't realize you were already with someone." He slid out of my hold, and scratched the back of his neck. "I mean, I feel like a total douche bag. I'm sure you're boyfriend probably hates me now." What was he saying!? He looked embarrassed. This was not good.

"Edward." I made him look at me straight in the eye. "I do not have a boyfriend. I am not with Jacob. I never will be with Jacob. He's just mad because I want you . . . and not him." He gave me a smug smile.

"You want me, eh?"

"Yes." Um, duh! You are gorgeous!

He chuckled at that and gave me a crooked smile. I swear that crooked smile, the one imperfection that he has just makes him even more perfect. He kissed me softly on the forehead. He pulled me back onto the bed, so we could get to know each other better. And no I don not mean physically (because we already knew each other in that way pretty well already), but we asked each other about what we like to do, friends, families, etc.

"So you like the rain?" I asked in a very perplexed tone.

"Yeah, I find it peaceful. And the darkness of the overcast is very . . . mysterious."

"Huh I never really thought about it that way. I like the sun. It's brightness, its warmth."

"That's why I like you; you're bright . . . and warm." He chuckled. "I'm sorry that was way corny."

I giggled to. "That's ok I thought it was cute." I really did. I guess I'm a sap for things like that. He took my hand and twisted our fingers together. I brushed my toes along his calf. It amazed me that his skin was paler than mine. He kissed my hand. I watched our hands as he grazed his lips over them. Then I saw the time on his watch.

"Holy Shit!" I jumped up and startled him.

"What?" he asked in a non fretting voice.

"Look at the time." He turned his wrist so he could see his watch. His eyes widened slightly. "Whoa, 3:30 already?" he asked as if the time did not matter.

"I have to go; my curfew was over an hour ago."

"If you're already late then what's the rush?"

"Because If I'm even later, my dad will flip!" I started grabbing the rest of my clothes. I pulled my phone out of my jeans pocket to find that I had three missed calls from home and seven texts from my dad asking where I was and if I didn't call him back soon, he would come to pick me up in ten minutes. That text was sent sixteen minutes ago. Yikes! "Oh my god! Oh my god!" I was panicking.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"My dad, the chief of police, is on his way!"

"WHAT!?" now he was worried, and he should be. "Fuck!"

"I'm leaving, I'll see tomorrow?"

He perked up a bit. He pulled me to him, and kissed me. His lips molded into mine. His tongue caressed mine. He pulled away, and pecked me on my lips again; "Most definitely" he gave me a wide smile.

I smiled back and turned to leave. But then he snatched my hand and walked out with me. We walked downstairs together, the party had dwindled down. Jacob was nowhere in sight, thank god!

We walked outside, I looked at my car and my jaw dropped. My dad was leaning against my car in his pajamas, next to Jacob. Jacob was smug and my dad was angry. He looked at me. No, he wasn't looking at me. He was looking past me, at Edward. He was glaring at Edward. That was not a good sign.

"Bella get over here right now." My father demanded in his authoritive cop voice. I was scared. What did Jacob say to him, I wandered? I looked back at the stone-like Edward. He looked down at me.

"I'll see you tomorrow." I whispered to him. He gulped and just nodded his head. I let go of his hand and walked toward my doom.