Jacob came over later in the afternoon, and as soon as
he stepped through our door and looked at Matt, a wash of pain, and anger went into his face, and it was a bit heartbreaking.
Jake comfortably went into the kitchen were Bella was, and asked for a sandwich. In just a few seconds I could hear Jacob already cowing down on his sandwich, and then helping my mother with left over dirty dishes.
Edward and I were sitting casually on the couch talking when Jacob walked in and asked me to go on a walk with him. I was excited, but also nervous at the same time, I knew he'd be going on about Matt.
We left the house, and I only saw one puzzled look from Matt's face as he left the house, I'd talk to him later. Jake dragged me across the river over by my cottage and we sat down in the small living room.
We began to chat, I asked him how his last few days have been and then we eventually got the subject of Matt.
"So does he know now?" Jake asked.
"Yes," I said in a confident tone.
Jacob didn't seem that surprised, until he asked another question.
"Did you tell him about me?" he asked harshly.
Honestly I couldn't remember weather I told Matt he was a werewolf, but I knew I talked about Jake to him.
"No I didn't tell him about you, and your…condition," I tried to find the right word.
"Why not?" he challenged.
"-I dunno, it just never came up," I said softly, trying not to catch Jacob's eye like a little preschooler who got in trouble.
We seemed to be in La Push, and honestly, it was a relief to get away from Matt for awhile, and get back to just…reality I guess, even though it wasn't.
We met up with Sam at Emily's house; Quil was there with the now 15 year old Claire as Quail's mate. I found it extremely hard to look at the two of them, seeing as Claire would keep aging forever while Quill had to keep the same.
But then it occurred to me, wouldn't Quill be able to give up being a werewolf for her? After all there were no immediate threats to Forks, and there would be plenty of other werewolves when my family left again, but it is really up to Sam. Maybe Quill would get his chance to talk to him, I know that's what he's always thinking.
Times were slow now, and the world seemed to be just a bit less exotic and or interesting. But being a vampire (or half of one) I'm sure my words would have cornered me until a huge problem comes into view.
But I had my own problems, what to do about Jake and Matt. What was I going to do about this…just pick one of them? How could I?
Clair De Lune kept playing over and over in my head as I walked into Emily's kitchen to smell her fresh-baked chicken coming out of the oven and watching the many werewolves barging in, pushing and shoving each other to get their fare share of the sweet-smelling meat in front of them. Jake came over and put his arm around me to drag me over to the couch to sit down with everyone else.
An hour passed of just nothing but casual talk and some news of a small disturbance in the area. Nothing new…of course, the only time the pack gets worried is if at any time the Volturi decides to "check on me" while I'm in Forks. Usually it's just Aro or Caius coming for a few hours, most of which they talk to Carlisle more than to check on me. For some reason I just craved Matt's company, and wanted to talk to him, to see him, to look at him. UGH what was wrong with me? What was I going to do? I felt a tighter grip from Jake's arm around my shoulders, maybe he could feel that I was tense.
Then the invisible voice came into my head as if he were speaking directly next to me as our a conversation began.
"What's bothering you Nessie? For the past hour I've heard nothing but constant frustration going around inside your head, but you don't give me any answers!" Edward was concerned, but he always was, as a father should always be.
I was extremely good at keeping my thoughts to myself, especially when the Volturi came to visit, and when my father was looking into me on certain occasions…