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Chapter 7: Daddy's Little Girl

"Ugh!," I whined as my alarm went off at six this morning. Normally, I'd just reach out and hit it to get the damn thing to shut up but this morning I wasn't going to ignore it— as much as I wanted to.

Last night I started feeling guilty over not paying Jacob a cent for fixing up my car. Even though he had told me that he didn't want any payment whatsoever. But I was raised better than that, and even if he genuinely didn't want money, I was going to pay him back whether he liked it or not.

So before I went to sleep, I set my alarm for six so I could make it down to Jacobs before school, because there was no way I was going to pay him in school, what if someone saw? They'd probably tell my dad… okay they wouldn't, I'm just trying to convince myself that's the reason.

The real reason is that whenever I see Jacob, my heart does this jumpy thing and butterflies assault my stomach and I get all weak in the knees and words won't find their way out of my mouth so if I just put the money into his post box, I could avoid all that.

Not that I was trying to avoid Jacob in any way, I loved being around him. And now that I'm not, I have that weird incomplete feeling which doesn't make any sense but whatever.

All other thoughts pushed to the side, I was going to get dressed, get into my car and drive to Jacobs. He deserved my four- hundred dollars in savings, actually he deserved more but I was broke.

Oh well.

The drive didn't take long, neither did pulling on a pair of jeans and a white sweater before I left the house. Thankfully my foot was no longer sore and that I didn't have a bad hair day again. But I didn't matter whether my hair looked okay down today because I wasn't going to see Jacob, I was going to see his… post box.

Or maybe not.

"Nina? What are you doing here?," the all too familiar voice groggily asked as I started walking back to my car.

My face paled with shock. What was he doing up so early?

Turning around, I found him standing by the doorway of his house. For a person who had clearly just woken up, it was safe to say he looked good. More than good. His long hair was obviously tied back which revealed more of his beautiful face to me and he was half naked, a pair of grey shorts the only piece of clothing on him.

I couldn't make out his expression though, he was too far away. Okay he wasn't really, maybe I just needed glasses…

"I um.. I just came because I eh.. wanted to repay you for fixing up my car," I said the last part really quickly, I wondered if he understood.

Glancing over his shoulder, he closed the door over behind him and started making his way over to me as I stood there shaking with nerves. The closer he got, the more clearer his features became. He looked taken aback, sad and as usual, concerned.

"I told you I didn't want money," he said softly.

Gulping, I replied. "But I couldn't just not give you anything."

He reached for his ponytail, running his fingers through his silky hair that hung over his shoulder, his hand quivering slightly. "No you could've Nina, you knew I didn't want anything in return."

"Either way, I needed to repay you."

His hand dropped to his side. "You don't ever have to repay me for anything."

"Even if you leant me a million dollars?," I smirked. My nerves finally fading away.

"Well." He smiled. "I haven't got a million dollars but you wouldn't have to repay me.. if I had it."

I sighed. "Last night, I just felt…"

He took a step closer to me, the inhuman warmth radiating off of him. "You felt what?."

Looking up into his eyes as they melted into mine, I had a funny feeling he meant something different by his question. "Guilty."

"Guilty?," he repeated. Shocked. "Why would you feel guilty? Did I make you feel guilty? Was it something I did?."

I shook my head. "No, no you didn't.. it was me.. I just.. after you fixing up the car and all, I felt the need to-."

"The need to what?," he breathed.

There was something in the way he said that, how it came out breathy and slowly, that had my knees turning to jelly. Somehow I was still standing which I was thankful for. But perhaps I was just over analyzing things as usual.

"The need to come here and pay you," I told him honestly. Diverting my gaze downwards.

With a sharp intake of breath, I felt his warm hand rest on my shoulder. "Look at me Nina," he said softly.

I looked up at him, my gaze drifting from his eyes to his lips. He was so close.

"I don't want you to ever feel guilty about repaying me okay? Because I'd never want anything in return, nothing."

I frowned. "But-."

"No buts, I fixed up the car because you asked me to, because I wanted to for you, because you are…" he paused, a small smile forming on his lips. "Nina."

In all honesty, I had no clue by what he meant at the end of his sentence. Yes, I was Nina but what had that got to do with anything? I'm nothing special, it's not like I'm famous or anything. Jacob definitely knew how to confuse me.

Before I had a chance to reply, his hand was no longer on my shoulder and he was no longer standing in front of me, instead he was over at the post box, taking the brown envelope out. I took that as my chance to ogle him for a moment.

He was back in front of me in an instant, pressing the envelope into my hand. "Take that back." He said, wrapping my fingers over it. "And promise me I won't ever see it again."

I took it back as soon as the words left his mouth, reminding myself of yesterday when I had gulped down the water he had told me to drink. It was strange, like whenever he told me to do something I took it as an order. An order that I'd obey to.

Kara would definitely call me a Jacob Black Obsessed Weirdo and she'd be more than right.

"I promise."

Then he smiled that trademark smile of his as his brown eyes bore into mine with that look. A look that had me feeling all lightheaded and dizzy. Making me want him more and more each time he gave me it. He was perfect.

I wish he was mine.

"You did WHAT!," Kara screeched as I filled her in on this morning. We were currently standing by her locker.

I blushed. "I left, I had to Kara, I couldn't bear being near him like that."

After I had made the promise to Jacob, he asked me to come inside and have breakfast with him to which I refused. We barely knew each other— which wasn't the point at all. The point was, I was overexcited by being near him and his half nakedness. And I knew that if I did take him up on his offer there would've been: awkward silences, meaningful gazes and drooling. Yup you never know, I may have drooled in front of him. Anything is possible with Jacob.

Ok honestly, I'm a complete idiot.

"Ouch!," I hissed as Kara hit me across the face. "That hurt!."

She smirked. "Well that's the first thing you've said that actually makes sense, maybe it worked."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever."

"No missy, we'll continue this during lunch period. Oh by the way, since you've got a car now." She grinned evilly. "We can go shopping in Port Angeles."

I narrowed my eyes at her. "What exactly are you implying?."

"Hmm I think you and I should head down there tonight."

"It's a school night," I said. Glancing down at my watch, two minutes till the bell rang. "And there's no way I'm sneaking out."

Kara slammed her locker shut. "Bet if Jacob Black-."

"Kara," I warned.

"Asked you to meet him in Seattle, half naked and all, you'd go. School night or not."

"Would not!," I lied. She was right, I would go. Jacob Black had me under his thumb.

Scoffing, she started to throw a smart remark back but a rock hard shoulder brushed past me, knocking me face down onto the floor. My forehead colliding with the solid ground.

"Nina! Oh my god! Are you okay?," Kara asked hysterically as she bent down, helping me back up.

Truth was, I wasn't okay. My forehead was throbbing, everything was spinning around in circles and I could hear my heartbeat loudly in my ears. Not to mention my stomach was turning…

"No," I whispered. Squeezing my eyes shut.

She threw my arm over her shoulder, helping me to my feet, just as the bell rang. "I'm taking you to the nurse."

For some reason, I didn't think I was going to be feeling better anytime soon but I was definitely not going to the nurses office. Yeah, it was a hard fall and I had a funny feeling it was done on purpose. Yet there was no way I was going to let Kara take me there.

Too bad I hadn't caught sight of whoever did this to me, then again maybe Kara did or maybe she hadn't, either way I was going to find out.

Whoever he was, was a jerk. He could've caused me serious damage.

"No don't, I'll be fine in a minute," I told her, my voice sounding ragged.

"Are you insane? You just hit your head off a tiled floor and you expect me to take you to class?."

I nodded, opening my eyes a crack. "Please Kara, I'll be fine besides." I forced a smile. "That had to knock some sense into me."

She chuckled. "Fine. But if you don't feel any better within the next ten minutes you better go see the nurse."

By the time I made it into class, my vision had returned back to normal but the nausea was still there, not that Mrs. Cook noticed. She was too busy marking papers as usual, only muttering a good morning to me as I entered.

Making my way to my desk, most of the students who were present watched me curiously. They had probably seen what had happened to me or they thought I looked like crap which I probably did. I just hated being the centre of attention.

They all needed to get a life… and so did I.

As I was flipping through the pages of my English book, my head snapped up at the sound of the most beautiful husky voice I had ever heard.

"Good morning Mrs. Cook," he said. Walking towards his desk, his long hair flowing behind him like a prince from a fairytale.

I couldn't help but stare, taking in everything about him. From his tight fitted brown t-shirt to his jean clad muscular legs. He was absolutely breathtaking. Any girl that dated him or (please don't let this be true) is dating him, is the luckiest female to walk this earth.

Suddenly he stopped right by my desk, his eyes searching my face. "Are you okay?."

Blushing, I nodded. "Fine."

He frowned as he sat down at his desk that was next to mine. "You've got a bruise on your forehead, I didn't see that this morning."

I bit my lip. "Well-."

"Miss O'Neil and Mr. Black, please pay attention," Mrs. Cook warned, causing us both to stare ahead at the board. "Page fifty two is not over here, it's in your books. You'll both get detention if I catch you talking again. Mark my words."

Resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I opened up my English book on the page she told us to and sighed. This was going to be a long lesson.

Halfway through the period, I found myself swallowing back bile that was constantly rising up in my throat. On one hand, I wanted to leave the lesson and go home and on the other, I wanted to stay seated because Jacob was next to me.

Thoughts of throwing up all over my desk in front of him wasn't very nice though. Yet I still couldn't find it in me to tell Mrs. Cook how sick I felt. In the back of my mind I could hear Kara's high pitched voice ordering me to go to the nurses office but I ignored it.

If my parents only knew how bad I had it for Jacob… hell, if he only knew he'd be begging his dad to transfer him to Forks High. I wouldn't blame him.

"Nina," a familiar voice whispered.

Glancing to my right, I whispered back. "Yeah?."

Jacob's eyes were wide with worry and concern. "You're bleeding."

"Bleeding?," I repeated. Pressing my hand to my forehead, a drop of blood on my palm when I brought it back down.

Oh great.

"You told me you were fine." He seemed hurt. Although I was probably imagining that he cared.

"I was…" I trailed off. My stomach turning once again.

"Tell me what happened."

"It was nothing."

"It wasn't nothing, tell me."

"Forget it, I'm okay now."

"You're not okay, you're bleeding and you look like you're gonna be sick any minute now."

"It's just blood."

His desk started to rattle as his hands shook, an angry expression on his face. Did I say something wrong? Like I said, it was just blood. Nothing major.

"Blo-." He started but quickly shut his mouth when Mrs. Cook started lecturing the class, creating an awkward silence between us.

I could practically feel his eyes on me as I tried to concentrate on the lesson. But it was almost impossible. I could feel him. The warmth radiating off of his body, the way he had himself seated in a way that angled towards me and the sound of his breathing. It had the hairs on the back of my neck standing up.

However, the period passed by quicker than I thought, basically all we were doing was a revision of yesterdays topic. So it wasn't too hard to catch up on what she was explaining after Jacob and I had been whispering. Besides English was my best subject, though I have a funny feeling that my grades will drop if I can't keep my eyes off a certain someone.

"Finally!," the douche bag who sat in front of me roared as the bell rang. He was such a jerk, don't even get me started with him.

He hung out with Kara's biggest crush (yup, she liked a lot of guys) Nick. They thought they were all that, strutting down the corridors, posing during class, flirting on their lunch break. You get my point. What she saw in guys like that was beyond me.

"Nina, can I?."

Whipping my head to the left, I found Jacob bent down on one knee next to me, an unsure look on his face. "W-What?."

Licking his lips, he replied. "Can I… touch you?."

I found myself nodding before I even knew what part of me he wanted to touch. "Yeah."

Then, just like that, he was trailing his fingers over my bruised forehead, wincing to himself as he examined it. While I fought to keep my eyes open, his touch sending tremors down my spine. His skin so warm, his fingertips rough with use.

"Am I hurting you?," he asked softly as his brown eyes bore into mine.

"No," I whispered. My throat tight because he was actually touching me.

He dropped his hand, my body aching for his touch again. "What happened?."

"Someone bumped into me and I fell."

"Who was it? Who bumped into you?," he asked quickly.

I shrugged. "I didn't see him."

"Him?."

"Well yeah, I'm sure it was a guys shoulder not a girls."

His eyes took on a hard look. "Was your friend with you?."

"Yeah she was…"

He took my face into his hands. "Ask her who it was then tell me."

I gulped, getting over the shock of his hands on my face. "Why?."

"Because whoever it was is not getting away with it, I won't let them," he said firmly before dropping his hands and raising up to his full height. "I'll see you after school."

Staring at him with wide eyes as he gathered his things and left the classroom, I started to wonder whether he cared about me for real. That I wasn't just imagining things. After all, he was the only person who seemed concerned for me besides Kara.

Not only that but he cared enough to actually touch me! maybe falling wasn't such a bad thing after all…

Wait— was he going to beat the guy up for me?

"Nina, come in here a minute," my father called from the living room as I got home from school.

Oh hell no! I knew that tone of voice he just used, it was the interrogation voice. He'd use it on Joey if he'd gotten into trouble at school or with his friends. It was never good, and the look on his face was terrifying. Very intimidating.

As I dropped my schoolbag by the hall door, my thoughts drifted back to school. Jacob had told me that he'd see me after school but there was no sign of him anywhere after the English class we had together. Which was strange.

Jacob thoughts aside, the minute I saw Kara during lunch I asked her who had bumped into me and apparently she hadn't caught site of who it was to which pissed me off at the time. If she had been in my place I would've definitely made sure I saw who had bumped into her.

People were strange sometimes… including me.

"What's up dad?," I said casually. Pretending that everything was okay as I sat next to him on the couch.

He switched off the TV. "Don't play dumb with me."

I was taken aback by his smart answer. "Dad what-."

"I want to see the receipt."

"What receipt?."

"The receipt that proves you actually went to a garage and paid for the car to be fixed," he said. Looking me dead in the eye.

"Dad I-." he cut me off again.

"Get it now!," he yelled. "I don't want to hear any of your excuses!."

My jaw dropped. "Do you think I fixed it myself or something?."

"Or something is damn right! Now get me the receipt young lady or I'm taking that car from you!."

Jumping up from the couch, tears clouding my vision, I replied in the smallest voice. "I don't have one."

He smirked. "Knew it. You took it to that man didn't you?."

"Man?."

"Yes, that man you were with the other night. A man who is at least ten years your senior! We raised you better than that Nina. He's only with you because you're young and foolish. Bet you believe it when he says he loves you. How long have you been with him?," he demanded.

For the first time in my life, I was speechless. So speechless that I couldn't even think up words. And the shock, the complete and utter shock that my father would accuse me of seeing an older man. The hurt that he called me foolish. It was all too much because none of it was true. None of it!

The only option now was for me to leave and that's exactly what I did. Ignoring my father's yelling, I ran up to my room, tears flowing down my cheeks as I locked my bedroom door and slid down it, crying into my hands.

At times like these, I felt one hundred percent ready to move out and get a place of my own. I was sick of being treated like a child, you'd think that by now my dad would realize that I've matured. That I've learnt my rights from wrongs. Apparently he hasn't.

I couldn't even think of something funny to lighten the mood.

Sometime after bawling my eyes out, I decided to leave my bedroom and tip toe down the stairs. My dad was watching some news channel, the volume up pretty high so as quietly as I could, I grabbed my car keys and slipped out of the house. Closing the hall door over silently.

If he thought for one minute that I was just going to lock myself up in my room, he was wrong. There was no way I would do that because he upset me, instead he should be the one doing it in shame. I was so tired of his nonsense.

Five minutes later and I pulled up outside the local store. Mom would definitely not make an appearance here considering she has to go pick up Joey and to be quite frank, I didn't want to see her at all. She always took my dad's side.

So with that, I got out of my car and headed inside. There wasn't anything I was looking for in particular, maybe just a few tubs of ice cream… and chocolate… and soda… and a magazine. Something to keep me entertained while I stay away from home for as long as I can.

The ice-cream will melt though.

When I reached the magazine stand down the end of the store, I couldn't reach the top row as I wasn't exactly tall. But there were no other magazines I was interested in so I decided to ask someone to grab it for me— it happens a lot.

"Nina."

Looking to my left, my eyes grew wide. "Jacob."

He smiled, his pearly whites on display. "Hey, didn't think I'd catch you here."

My eyes zeroed in on a claw-like mark on his chest, it looked a week old but I hadn't seen it this morning. Not to mention he was in a 'local store' half naked. The jeans he wore to school this morning looking more than a little muddy and his white Nike's were close to falling apart. It was… strange.

Then memories of the fight I had with my dad came rushing to the front of mind.

"I have to go," I said reluctantly. Turning away from him.

Suddenly he was in front of me, his smile faltering. "Why? You only just got here."

How did he… whatever. No matter what kind of effect his presence had on my body, I wasn't going to be seen here with him. "It's personal."

"Is it that guy who hurt you?," he asked through gritted teeth.

I shook my head. "No, it's just… I have to go."

"Wait." he gripped my shoulders. "Tell me what's wrong."

The feel of his hands on me sent electric jolts throughout my body, making me want to fall onto his bare chest and never leave. But I had to control myself. "Please just let me go."

His lips parted as his eyes took on that look, the look I couldn't put my finger on. "Nee just tell me, I need to know."

Nee… it was the sweetest nickname anyone has ever used on me, filling my heart with… love? For him. There was no way… I couldn't love… we barely knew each other… and the way he said it. It was almost like he adored— my imagination is running away with me.

Taking a deep shuddering breath, I looked into his deep brown eyes and told him something that would have me sobbing as soon as I left the store. "I- I can't be around you anymore."

Hurt flashed across his face. "You don't mean that."

I struggled to free myself from his hold but his hands moved over my shoulders, up my neck and onto the sides of my face. Giving me no choice but to stare into his eyes. "Jacob please."

He leaned down, pressing his forehead to mine as his long silky hair fell into his face, brushing off of my cheeks. "You don't want that, you want this. You want us."

The feel of his breath on my lips, had me struggling to find words. "It's not about what I want."

His hold on my face tightened, the tips of our noses touching. "Everything should be about what you want."

"Well it's not," I whispered. My arms laying limp at my side. "I have… I have to go."

"Nee, please."

I raised my hands to the space between us, pressing my palms to his firm chest. "I'm sorry Jacob."

Brushing my hair to the side, he pressed his lips to my ear. "We can make this work."

Absentmindedly, instead of pushing him away, my fingers started running over his chest at the feel of his plump lips against me. His skin so firm yet so soft and so so warm. I wanted to run away with him, I wanted to get out of this place, I wanted to be with him. But life was never that easy.

So I started pushing him away again. "You have to let me go."

He finally budged and I brushed past him as fast as I could.

"Don't do this!," he begged as I rushed down an aisle, him following close behind.

"I have to."

"You don't."

"I do."

"I can make you happy."

I paused. "Y-You can't."

His fingers closed around my wrist, twirling me around to face him. "Look me in the eye and tell me that you don't want to be around me."

It was a hard choice to make because it was all so unfair and so untrue. All I wanted was to be with him, the feeling I had when we were around each other was indescribable and I was starting to believe that he felt it too. Why else would he be so upset?

But I had to do this, all we were doing by being around each other was causing trouble between my parents and I. Jacob didn't have to live with them but I did, so I was taking the easy route out. I was pushing him away when I didn't want to, all in favor of my parents.

I was so messed up.

Looking him dead in the eye, I forced the words out of my dry mouth. "I don't want to be around you Jacob Black."

He dropped my wrist as though it had suddenly burned him, his face paling with the realization of what I had just said. But I couldn't stand there any longer, watching him look like that, tearing me apart. So I turned on my heel, tears blurring my vision and ran breathlessly out of the store.

Leaving Jacob Black and my heart behind.