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BPOV

As soon as I got home, I walked up to Charlie. He was sitting at the kitchen table, cleaning his fishing equipment.

"Hey, dad. I'm gonna go out to dinner with a boy from school and Alice wants me to sleep over after."

He put down his fishing rod and looked up at me. "Who's the boy?"

Please don't give me a hard time. I'm old enough to go on dates…

"This kid Jacob Black from one of my classes. He's gonna pick me up in a little while."

He thought about it for a second, and then picked the fishing rod back up. "Well, alright. Have fun."

"I will." I smiled and turned back toward the living room to go upstairs.

On my way up the stairs, I saw him stretch his neck out to look at me. "Hey, and be careful, Bells!"

"I will!" Okay, Charlie. Don't turn into Edward. We don't need two of those.

Okay I felt bad for thinking that, but honestly, I was sick of hearing "be careful" 500 times. I could take care of myself.

I put those thoughts behind me, because I didn't want anything to ruin this dinner. I went into my room and checked the time. 4:48. I didn't have much time to get ready.

Um…um…I tried thinking of the cute things I had that I could wear. Ugh! I was trying to rush, and I couldn't think straight.

Okay. I know. I would just look through my closet. It would be quicker than trying to think of things I had that I could wear. Yeah. That was smart. Good job, Bella.

I walked over to my closet and rummaged through my clothes. I didn't know if we were going somewhere fancy or not, but I decided that I would just wear jeans and a shirt.
Something comfortable.

I grabbed a pair of skinny jeans and a yellow tank top that was short enough to show a tiny bit of skin by my hips. I wore them as quickly as I could, and then went into the
bathroom to put on my make-up.

I looked through my make-up bag, thinking of what to put on.

I didn't wear make-up on a daily basis, but every now and then, I would use some.

Hmm…yellow eyeshadow? Nah…if it looked tacky, I didn't have too much time to take it off and re-do my make-up. I opted for no eyeshadow; just eyeliner and mascara. I put
the same amount of eyeliner as I normally did on my bottom eyelid, but made the line on my top lid wider than usual. Then, I put on the mascara…and…

I liked it! A lot. I was glad I didn't mess anything up. I checked the time on my phone again.

4:57.

I looked through the bag for my lip gloss, and put some of that on as well. After thinking about it, I thought it would be good to bring the lip gloss along with me, and I went
back into my room to throw it in my clutch bag, along with my i.d. and some money. I wish I could just throw my entire wallet in there. I thought of taking a bigger bag, but I
really didn't want to carry it around.

I heard my phone beep, and picked it up to check it. Jake? Crap.

From: Jacob B.

- Hey, I'm outside. Sorry I'm early. Take ur time. -

Shit! He was already here. Ican't take my time knowing that he's waiting outside.

I grabbed my hoop earrings, quickly put them on, threw on a bracelet, grabbed my bag, and flew down the stairs.

As I was running toward the front door, I realized I didn't have shoes on. Ugh!!!

I ran back up to my room, slipped on my yellow Vans, and ran back down.

I slowed down before I opened the front door, so I wouldn't look like a mess going up to his car. I turned around to Charlie. He was sitting on the couch, watching a baseball
game and drinking a can of Coke, and his head turned toward me.

"Bye, Dad! Call if you need anything."

"Bye, Bells. Be careful."

ALRIGHT! I GET IT!!! I'LL BE CAREFUL! "'Kay, dad."

I opened the door, closed it behind me, and realized that it was kind of chilly outside. Eh, I'd manage.

I turned around and stopped for a second when I saw Jake's car. A Chevy Avalanche. I loved trucks.

I quickly walked up to his car, opened the door, and hopped in, putting my seat belt on. "Jake, I love your car!"

He seemed proud, and his smile was smug. "Thanks. So where do you wanna eat? There's this great restaurant & bar place right next to my apartment, if you're into that kinda thing."

I didn't really care where we went. Anywhere was fine. "Sure! Sounds good to me. Anywhere where there's food," I laughed.

He laughed as he drove off. We started talking about music, and we listened to some of the same stuff. Some.

"What?! Jake, how do you not like Metallica?!" Edward got me into Metallica when we were 15, and because of him, I knew almost everything about each member.

"How do you like them? Their music sounds ugly." He made a disgusted face.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. We were not having this conversation. "We're not having this conversation. I will beat your ass. What else do you listen to?"

He laughed, not knowing I was serious...kind of. "Um…" He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel and squinted his eyes as he thought. "Three Days Grace. Do you like them?"

"Yeah! I love them!" I was so glad he listened to them. I loved their music. Not to mention, the lead singer was a hottie.

We came up to a red traffic light, so he reached in front of me to take out a CD from the glove compartment, and put it into the CD player.

It was a TDG album, and he skipped to the song "Take Me Under."

He started beating his fingers against the steering wheel again, this time to the rhythm of the song's intro.

We started singing along, and when the chorus came up, Jake turned up the volume and we sang as loud as Adam Gontier. Probably even louder.

"Push me uuunder! Pull me fartherrr! Take me all the wayyy, take me all the wayyy!"

After the chorus ended, he turned the volume back down and we started laughing. I was happy that he wasn't a boring person. I thought he might be, just because he was so
into his schoolwork.

I know, I know. Stereotypes. I shouldn't believe them, right?

When we got to the place, I literally had to jump out of his truck. Jake got out and jogged over to my side. "You alright?"

We started walking toward the restaurant's door. "Yupp. No worries. I'm just not used to getting out of cars this high. I don't really like using my truck, because it's old and I
get scared that it's gonna break down or something. Edward usually drives me places if I need a ride, and his cars height isn't anywhere near your truck's height."

"Yeah? What does he drive?"

"An Audi TT. His pride and joy." There was no enthusiasm in my voice, and I rolled my eyes.

After holding the door open for me, he walked in behind me and gave his name in to the lady working there. She said it would be a 25 minute wait to sit at a table, so we decided
to sit at the bar and wait. "Why do you say that like it's a bad thing? That car must be amazing."

I didn't really want to talk about this, but I felt comfortable with Jake.

"It is amazing. Like I said, it's his pride and joy. That car is number one in his life. It comes before everything."

We sat down at the bar. Jake ordered a beer and I ordered an apple martini.

He seemed interested, which I appreciated. "Even before his family?"

"I don't know if it comes before his family, but he pays more attention to it than he does to most things in his life." The bartender brought us our drinks, and I took a sip before I
continued. "I mean, when I complain about it, he jokes around and says he loves me more than he loves the car, but sometimes I even question that."

He took a swig of his beer before replying. "Oh. Are you two…?"

I had to laugh. "Definitely not. People always ask that. There was never anything more than friendship between us, so don't worry. You don't have anything to be afraid of."

He threw his head back. "Ha! I'm not afraid of Edward, trust me."

I gave him a look. "You don't know him…you trust me. He's done some damage."

He looked at me before answering. "I'll take your word for it… Well, I don't really put my truck before a lot of things. Actually, I don't really put it before anything. So you don't have
to worry about being second to a car."

I felt a tinge of anger that he was indirectly making Edward seem low or something, but I let it go, and just laughed. Even if I questioned Edward's priorities, I really did believe that
he put his family and me before that car. I wish I had said that when Jake had asked.

"So, you live next door? Alone, or with your parents?"

"Yeah, I live in one of the apartments next to this place. Alone, though. I moved out of my parents' house last year."

I was impressed. "Wow. That's great. If you don't mind me asking, how do you get the money to pay for everything? I mean, the truck, the apartment…" I know it was rude to ask,
but we were still in school; it wasn't everyday that you found someone in a university who supported themselves this well.

He picked up his beer and got ready to take a sip. "Haha…I have my ways." He looked at me while he drank his beer. Mysterious…I liked it…

"So…do you like any sports?" I hoped he did, just so we could have something else in common.

He put his beer down. "Yeah. I like almost all sports, but my favorite is hockey."

"Get out! Are you serious? It's my favorite, too!" I said as I pointed at myself.

I noticed that he was only half-way through with his beer, and – wow – I had already finished my martini.

He had a big grin on his face. "Totally serious. Do you want another one?" He pointed at my empty glass.

"Um…sure!"

He ordered me another apple martini, and I continued the conversation.

"So which team is your favorite?" I already knew what his answer would be. It was going to be one of two teams. The Islanders or Rangers. Both were New York teams.

"Pfft! What kind of question is that?! The Rangers, of course. What about you?"

I knew it. "I thought you'd say that, but I didn't wanna assume. Besides, it could've been the Islanders, too." I wasn't looking forward to answering his question. I knew what his
reaction would be.

"So…?"

I sighed heavily. "Fine, fine. The…" I mumbled the team's name.

He leaned in, beer in hand. "The what?"

"The Devils!" I raised my voice.

His eyes went wide and he sat back, setting his beer on the bar. "Whoaaa, girl. Shhh!" He brought a finger up to his lips. "How could you like them? Jersey? You like Dirty Jersey?"
He was in shock. I expected this, so I wasn't offended. The Devils were New Jersey's team, and the Devils and Rangers were rivals.

"Hahaha, yeah. I do. Edward and I always argue about it. He's a Rangers fan, too. But, whatever. After you guys lost Jagr, you got even worse than you already were." Jaromir Jagr
was one of their best players, but he went to a team on the KHL. They sucked more than ever now.

He pointed a finger at me. "Hey! We were not bad. But, okay…we got worse after we lost Jagr… I'll give you that. We still have Lundqvist. He's amazing." Lundqvist was their goalie.
Pfft…yeah, okay, Jake. Nice try.

"Hahaha!! Are you kidding me? Brodeur's way better than Lundqvist. It's in the stats. He's the best in the league!" I realized I was slurring my words, but I felt so good. A little woozy,
but nothing I couldn't handle. Feeling this loose was fun.

He put his hands up in defense and his eyes went wide. "Alright, Alright. Geez…don't shoot me."

I don't know why, but I found that hilarious. I was almost done with my second martini, and Jake ordered me a third one.

Wow…Jake was so…cute. Well, I already knew that. Tonight, he was beyond cute.

He was just staring at me, smiling. "Y'know, Bella, I really like you. You're not like other girls."

I was already half-way done with my drink.

I smiled back at him. "I really like you too."

What happened right after that confused me. I felt a light tapping on my cheek, and a familiar voice was calling my name. I realized I was laying down, but my eyes were still closed.
It was so hard to open them.

"Bella? Bella. Bells. Come on, Bella. Baby, come on. Open your eyes. Say something. Anything. Make a sound. Please. Come on, baby." I still felt the tapping on my cheek.

I opened my eyes, and I was met with worried green eyes staring back, and I saw that there was a hand on my cheek. "Bella." The voice sounded relieved.

"Edward? What are you doing here…?" I turned my head to look around, my head still down. I was laying down on a…rug? "Where am I?" My voice sounded weird. I raised my head to
get a better look around the room, and quickly brought it back down. "I…my head…" I brought my hand up to my head. I felt throbbing pain. Shit, it hurt so much.

"Keep your head down. Don't get up. I'm gonna pick you up and carry you, okay?" His voice was calm and steady, and all at once, I felt scared.

I had no idea what was going on or where I was. I realized that I was in someone's house, but I didn't know whose it was or how I got here.

Edward put one of his arms under my knees and the other under my back, and picked me up effortlessly, cradling me against his chest. This helped me relax a bit, and I was so grateful
that he was here.

"Bella, are you okay? I am so sor-" Jake was here, too. He began walking up to us, and stood in front of me, reaching his arm out to touch my arm.

Edward pulled us back. "Oh, no, no, no. Don't fucking talk to her. Don't look at her, don't touch her. You're such a piece of shit, you know that? I don't understand how the FUCK you
could let her get like this!!!"

Edward's voice was killing my head, and I felt sick. Oh, my God. I –

I turned my head to the side and threw up all over the floor. I looked down, and realized I had thrown up all over Jacob's shoes. I looked up at him, my hair falling in front of my face,
and he was just staring at me. "I'm sorry…" My voice was so small.

"Have fun cleaning that up, you retarded fuck," Edward said as he just pushed past him and walked into the hallway. At the end of the hallway, we were waiting for the elevator,
and I became aware of how tired I was.

I started to close my eyes, when Edward gently shook me. I opened my eyes, and I was just staring at the elevator doors, my head turned to the side.

"Hey, don't close your eyes, okay? You have to stay awake." I kept staring at the elevator doors. "Bella, look at me." He spoke really quietly, and I was thankful for that.

I slowly turned my head toward him. He looked so sad, and I wanted to know why. I heard what he said, but my eyes were hooded. I couldn't help it. It was hard to keep them open.
I just felt like sleeping.

"Did you hear what I said?" He raised his voice a little more.

"Mhm." I let my head fall back to the side, still looking at the doors.

The doors finally opened and we got in. Edward rested me on his arm as he reached his hand out to press a button.

After the doors closed, his gaze rose to the top of the elevator, watching the numbers change above the doors.

"Edward?"

He looked down at me. "Yes?"

"Why do you look so sad?"

He closed his eyes for a few seconds, but he didn't answer. Instead, he just opened his eyes and looked back up at the numbers.

I hoped he would at least tell me hat was going on. "Where are we?"

"In Jacob's building."

What were we doing in his building? "Why?"

"I'm gonna take you to my house. I'll explain it to you when we get there."

"Okay…Where's…my bag?"

"I have it. It's hanging from my wrist. Alright, we're gonna get out. I need you to try and keep a conversation going with me so I can be sure that you're awake. Can you do that?"
Even though he was answering me, it was as if his mind was somewhere else.

Once the elevator doors opened, he stepped out, and I saw people in the lobby staring at us as we walked toward the front door. I wondered how bad it must have looked with
him holding my limp body like a baby.

"Come on, Bella. Please. Try not to let yourself go. Did you hear me? Just talk to me once in a while. Like you did in the elevator."

"I heard you. I'm just tired…" I really didn't feel like keeping a conversation going right now.

He stepped outside, and the cool air felt so good against my face.

…But that feeling only lasted for a second.

I was glad my head was already turned to the side, because I threw up…again.

The next chapter is gonna be in Edward's POV, so I hope you guys enjoy that, lol.

Oh, I'm a Devils fan, and I was watching a game while writing this, so I decided to throw it in there, haha.

What happened to Bella?!And why is Jacob apologizing?!
Hahah.