Blaire.

Silence had also joined me and Jacob in the Range creating an awkward tension in the air. What made it more awkward was that I had no idea what he was thinking about and if I should be thinking about something really important too.

Splitting my hair and combing it out with my fingers I started French braiding my naturally curly hair. This had always been a bad habit of mine. When normal people were nervous they maybe bit their bottom lip, chewed on their finger nails, or hyperventilate. But nope, I braided my hair over and over again to keep me busy, usually stopping until my fingers started to get stiff and hurt.

The thing that made me nervous was that I had no idea what I was nervous about. Sure, I was still freaked that some pale psycho bitch vampire tried to jump me but I had semi gotten over it. Trust me, I've had me fair share of cat fights.

But still…she was a freaking vampire.

Maybe I was just a tiny bit scared seeing how angry and quickly Jacob had became a wolf. It happened so fast and quick…it didn't seem as if it happened.

But it did.

Was this what I was nervous about, some bitchy vampire chick? Or was it the fact that Jacob could turn into a wolf any second I get on his nerves. I mean what if I pissed him off, something bound to happen, what would he do? Lose control?

Should I really be worried about Jacob though, he did protect me. That had to mean something; it had to be a good sign. It meant that he cared and would always be there to protect me at those rare moments I had no control…

Such as the moment that happened about fifteen minutes ago. That pale chick just freaked, and I always thought that the Cullens were the definition of calm, cool, and collected. I guess the solution is just not to go over to the Cullens, which is as easy said as done since I'm not their number one fan or whatever.

I let out an exasperated sigh, something I've been doing a lot since coming to La Push, and unbraided my two French braids for the second time.

The one thing I hated about silence was all the friends it brought with him. When silence comes, thoughts follow, with thoughts come headaches, and with headaches come Aspirin.

"Are you okay?" Jacob said speaking for the first time in a while. His eyes were still fixed on the endless road in front of us. It seemed as if he was just driving to drive, not that I minded. For some reason I loved being in the car. I loved falling asleep in here and screaming lyrics to my favorite songs in this atmosphere.

"I'm fine, you?" I asked a little too formal for my taste. I finished the braid and undid it again starting over. I flicked some loose pieces of hair of my shirt and glanced at Jacob.

"Fine, just thinking. Are you sure your alright I know Bella might have overacted…" he said and then let out a sigh. I swear these things were contagious.

"I'm fine." I replied again and he simply nodded.

The one way to tell if somebody's lying is if they say "fine". Fine is the vaguest most indescribable word in the dictionary. It shows no emotion and it doesn't tell what you're feeling. It's just a fill in word.

Why was this atmosphere so…weird? What happened to last week, us laughing over French fries, or confessing past train wreck relationships, or even the first kiss? Has this all disappeared and been replaced with….

Well this.

"Are you sure your okay, cause I mean you've been silent the whole ride and not speaking I know you said your fine but when people say that they're the opposite of fine so you can tell me anything to fill this awkward atmosphere." I said quickly in one breathe. I'd be surprised if he even took in half of what I said.

He quickly glanced at me and I raised my eyebrows at him silently edging him to talk. He moved his gaze from me and back to the road returning to his silent faze.

I went from confused to angry in a few seconds and I stopped braiding my hair. I crossed my arms over my chest and huffed out in annoyance.

"So you're going to stay silent the whole entire time?" I asked coldly.

Silence.

"Where the hell are we?" I growled fed up with him.

"We're in Forks." he answered shortly and I slammed my head on the head rest in frustration.

More silence.

I turned up the radio to fill in the quiet atmosphere. Me turning the radio up caused Jacob to turn it back down. I glared silently at him and turned it up louder than before. And shocker, he turned it back down.

"Can you keep the volume down, I'm trying to think." he said agitated.

"Can you keep the volume up, it's my damn car." I said sharply.

"Why are you so angry?" he said back coldly.

"Because when I ask you what's wrong I kinda want an answer."

It always annoyed me when people never answered what was wrong with them. I was naturally curious, like any teenager, and not knowing something pinched a nerve.

"Well maybe it's none of your business." he snapped.

"Fine hide all your feelings up and wallow in self pity, dyeing alone." I replied.

"Shut up!" he yelled pulling over and slamming his fists on the steering wheel.

"What am I annoying you Jacob, getting on your last nerve?" I asked slowly pushing him to the edge.

"Just be quiet for a damn second!" he yelled.

"You're not the boss of me! You don't own me, I'm independent and I don't need you giving me orders!"

Jacob was turning redder in the face and was now gripping the arm rest to keep from shaking. His breathing was uneven and he looked as if he was in a battle of control. I was breaking the ice, and I was prepared. Because he was exactly where I wanted him to be.

Close to breaking.

Jacob.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Breathe.

Control.

Breathe.

Control.

I was holding in my anger, well trying. I felt my skin grow hotter and hotter every second and I was about to break the car by turning into a gigantic wolf. Or I might end up doing something I'll regret forever.

So I needed to leave, now.

Slamming the car door I sprinted into the forest in the letting my rage form me into a wolf. I let my feet pound against the ground floor and freeing my mind and thoughts.

Maybe Blaire didn't try to think of the fact that I was pissed that the girl I care about, as a close sister, is still a vampire.

Maybe Blaire didn't try to think of the fact that I was also confused since Bella just attacked my imprint.

Maybe Blaire didn't try to think of the fact that I'm confused if she is my imprint.

Maybe Blaire didn't try to think of the fact that she just pissed me off and I'm now mad at her and myself.

Maybe Blaire just doesn't think.

I continued to run faster and faster as if this would shake my never ending nerves.

Seeing Bella walk downstairs was a shock. She changed drastically, and I hated it.

I hated everything about the new her, how she seemed so confident and graceful. I already missed the clumsy cute dork that I used to love.

I also hated her new attitude. The Old Bella would have never attacked Blaire for simply holding her child; as a matter of fact the Old Bella wouldn't have a child in the first place. The Old Bell wouldn't have reacted the way she did, or care about a silly nickname. The Old Bella also wouldn't have let somebody two years younger than her provoke her.

But then again Blaire had ways of provoking people, and the outcome usually wasn't pretty. When Blaire provoked somebody it seemed as though she wanted to push them to the very edge, as if she wanted to make them cause harm to her.

Maybe I shouldn't be mad at myself or Bella, maybe this was all Blaire's fault.

Or maybe I'm just blaming it on her to hide the deeper thoughts running through my head.