Author: Hannah

Chapter 3! Sorry it's quite a bit late, but I've been really busy with school so it's been a case of writing when I can. Enjoy …

Jacob's POV

"Sisters," Paul spluttered. "They were sisters!?"

Okay, I'm sorry, but I did not need reminding again. Yes, they were sisters. Yes, it was awkward. And no, I'm not going to be seeing either of them again. So get over it.

"Woah, Jake," Paul said, alarmed, as I realized I'd said all of that out loud. Whoops.

"Sorry, man, it's just…everyone's making such a big deal out of it. Apart from the fact that I got Stevie away from that creep, I wish I'd never gone to the stupid party."

"I know, Jake," Seth piped up from the back of our group as we walked home from school. "But you've gotta admit, it's pretty funny. Don't listen to Paul though, he's just upset cause you got no action, especially considering there were two of them–"

"Okay enough, Seth!"

"I'm just stating a fact," he whistled through his teeth, while I turned around, for the third time today in an irritated mood. It had been a weird day at school. I'd managed to avoid both Stevie and Stacey, although the latter was certainly harder. She strutted into the boys changing rooms trying to find me, because I'd left my cell there last night. Whatever, I didn't even take my cell. And if I did, I wouldn't be stupid enough to leave it lying around. Needless to say the guys enjoyed this display, in her too tight tops and micro mini skirts, but I didn't. Fortunately I managed to get Embry to escort her out, but still.

Finally we'd reached my house, so I left the children tittering with each other to find a nice baguette I could eat. I was starved.

"Afternoon, son," Billy called from across the room.

"Dad," I acknowledged, too engrossed in my ham, cheese, tomato, lettuce, cucumber and mayo baguette. "The guys are all going to the cinema tonight, bit of a night off and that, alright if I go?"

"Sure, son," He nodded slowly. "Just don't make it too late."

It was an uncharacteristically cold night with the wind blowing harshly through the trees. Port Angeles cinema stood at the far end of the road, its spotlights sending beams scattering across the street. I could see the rest of my 'pack', all in t-shirts and three quarter trousers despite the temperature of the night.

"Jake!" Jared called when he saw me. "Come on man, we've already got the tickets!"

I hurried over to them, eager to get tonight over and done with. It wasn't that I didn't want to go out; I just wasn't really in the mood anymore. It was the banter that sometimes annoyed me a little bit, especially if I was in more of a serious mood. But whatever, I was here now, and we had a film to watch.

"What are we seeing again?" I asked when we stepped into the familiar cinema lobby. The smell of popcorn invaded my nostrils, making my stomach instantly rumble, even after the three bowls of cereal I'd eaten after the baguette. It was a busy night here with queues everywhere, tickets flying around, chattering voices all clambering to be louder than one another.

"It's called 'Dig It Up', the latest horror movie, I heard," Quil told me, handing our tickets to the member of staff waiting outside the screens.

"Dig It Up," I repeated, "it sounds like one of those lame gardening programs."

"Jacob," he shot me a look. "It's not exactly going to scare us, is it? After the kind of stuff we've seen. But I can assure you, it's not a gardening program."

I laughed, shaking my head as we walked up the dark pathway leading to screen 7. I could hear the voices from here. "If you say so. There better be some decent seats left –"

We let out a simultaneous groan as we turned the corner and the seats came into view. It was packed. There were people everywhere and it was pretty clear we weren't going to find eight seats that were together.

"Spoke too soon," Quil grimaced, clapping me on the back.

"Well guys," Sam sighed. "I didn't pay eight dollars to walk in and out of a door, so we'd better go and find some seats, even if we do split up."

"But, hang on a minute," I protested, while they started to walk towards the steps. They turned around, waiting for me to speak as the light from the big screen illuminated all of the faces staring down at us as we deliberated. "It's not exactly the best night out is it, sitting cramped in a cinema? Why don't we just go grab a pizza or something?"

The seven death stares I got back were enough to tell me that no, we weren't going to get pizza. We were actually going to watch this film, no matter how cramped or claustrophobic it was in this place.

"Lead the way," I sighed, heading up the stairs after them.

"Sorry," I apologized. "Sorry… sorry…"

It was one thing to only find four seats together, one being near the bottom of the stairs and one near the top, but to also have those seats right in the middle of the row where we had to disrupt everyone to sit down just took the biscuit. I could hear their grumbles and sighs as they reluctantly (and ever so helpfully) shifted their feet half an inch to at least make them look like they were letting us past.

Finally I settled into my seat, sitting next to a group of girls, who in the darkness looked about our age. The girl directly next to me moved her drink out of my holder as I sat down, before looking around in confusion as to where to put it now.

"It's fine," I whispered to her. "I haven't got one with me anyway."

She smiled gratefully, her white teeth gleaming in the darkness as she set the drink back down, taking a quick sip as she did so.

"I'm not so good with horror movies," she told me as the opening credits rolled on the screen. "In fact, when I came to see one a couple of months ago I puked all over the guy next to me… sorry, I think you pulled the short straw sitting there."

I laughed quietly, grinning back at her. "I've got good reflexes, so don't worry about it."

"Hmmm," she pondered. "Well that's good I guess, considering you really might need them."

Smiling to myself I settled down in my seat to watch the film. After an hour or so had passed there had been at least fifteen murders, and a lot of blood. Lovely. Every so often I'd glance over at the girl sitting next to me as she squirmed at the sight on the big screen. The latest time I did this, it appeared we were approaching the goriest scene in the film. For one, there was that completely predictable and lame 'trying to be tense' music that blasted out of every speaker, then there was the fact that the main character (who hadn't shut up for all of the film so far) went extremely quiet. Well, it didn't take a genius to work out something was going to happen.

Everyone in the cinema stopped talking, as the main character crept down a small alleyway. Any minute now, I thought to myself. Any minute now there's going to be one of those stupid jumpy moments. But it never came. He came out of the other side of the alleyway, and I felt the girl next to me relax as she realized nothing was happening yet.

And then…BAM! A green winged and hideously ugly creature appeared out of nowhere, and suddenly the tension increased dramatically in the room. Practically everyone jumped out of their seats. The girl next to me frantically grabbed onto my arm, and I heard how fast her heart was pounding inside her chest. She breathed deeply, trying to regain her composure.

"Oh man," I heard her squeak, as she turned to me. I could tell in the darkness that her cheeks had flushed a deep red, and she gingerly removed her hand from my arm. "Sorry about that," she whispered. "It just … really made me jump."

"I think that's the general idea," I grinned back. "Are you okay?"

"I am now," she sighed. "I knew it was a bad idea coming tonight. Look, I'm just going to nip to the toilets for a second."

"Wait, are you sure you're okay? Do you want me to come with you?"

"No, no," she whispered back. "Thank you, but I'll be fine! Would you mind watching my bag for a second?"

"Sure, sure," I told her, worry creeping into my voice as she descended the stairs, her hand clutched to her stomach.

She'd only been gone a few minutes when I started to feel hot – really hot. I know I normally run at an extremely high temperature, but still, this was something out of the ordinary even for me. Automatically my hand went up to my neck, scratching as the heat became unbearable.

"Attack of the fleas, Jake?" Jared snorted, nudging me in my side from the seat next to me.

"Shut up, Jared," I hissed, getting hotter and hotter by the minute. I was going to have to get out of here before I blew up. I turned to my left, ready to stand up and run down to the stairs as fast as I could to get out, when something caught my attention and I suddenly felt a lot cooler. The pain in my neck dulled considerably, as I stared at my, well … reason for being. Granted, it was still dark in here, but she lit up the darkness like a new bulb radiating beauty from every pore in her body.

She was in the seat next to the girl that had left, and although she had no idea of my presence, I was completely aware of hers. I noticed every little detail about her, the few freckles on each cheek, the line where her make-up wasn't quite rubbed in properly, and the ridge in her lip from a childhood accident no doubt. Despite this, she was perfect. She was my perfect, and I knew I would never be able to let this girl go. And I didn't even know her name for heaven's sake.

"Jacob!" Jared hissed from behind me. "How many times do I have to call you? What are you doing?"

"Huh!?" I answered stupidly. "I – I …"

"Sit back in your seat. You're blocking everyone's view!"

I turned behind me, only to see the angry faces of the people I was ruining the movie for. But I couldn't bring myself to apologize. The best I could do was to simply keep my eyes on the girl two seats away from me as she watched the movie. My eyes wouldn't leave her, and neither it seemed would my heart.

Number one, what have I gotten myself into? And number two, why, oh why, can't life ever be simple?

Yeah, so it's not the best piece of writing I've ever done, but I hope you liked it anyway. Please can you review with your thoughts, as they would be greatly appreciated.

Amy, I'm handing the metaphorical baton over to you now XD