Chapter 3

BPOV

Jake was coming over later tonight, so I decided to start cleaning. Starting with my bedroom. I was still in my pajamas, so I could take a shower later. I walked in, and got to work, dusting window sills, and bookshelves, my prehistoric computer, and my dressers. But… my opal ring wasn't there. I must have left it a Jakes. I blushed at the memory. I really couldn't wait.

I ran down stairs to call over there. The phone rang once, and then Billy picked up.

"Hey, Billy, is Jake there?"

"Um, Bella, I don't know if… wait… hold on… Okay, here he is…" He sounded reluctant.

"Um… hi, Bella. I can't make it to dinner tonight. I'm sorry."

Ok. Something was off. He wouldn't blow me off like that. I'm driving down there after this phone call.

"Oh, really? That's too bad. Well, did I leave my ring down there? I can't find it…"

"Oh, yeah! I have it right here. I an bring it tomorrow, if I can make it…"

Okay. Defiantly something wrong. I have to see what's going on…

*Later that day*

I banged on the door. Charlie took Billy out fishing a little while ago, so I should be safe. Something was up with Jake, and he didn't answer the door.

I turned the knob and walked inside, down the narrow hallway. I pushed open Jakes door. He was asleep, but had a thin layer of sweat on his face and exposed chest. For some reason, he looked more muscular than before. And more tired. But I had to wake him up, to know what was wrong.

I sat in a chair next to his bed, and ran my fingers softly, slowly through his hair. His eyes slowly popped open. Like he was alarmed, but couldn't care less.

"Bella," He whispered. "Wha- Why are you here?" He suddenly became more aware. You couldn't come. I needed you. I looked down, putting my hands in my lap. I hated admitting it, but I did.

His big, tan hand covered mine. It was so hot, and I liked the feeling.

"Bells, I know. I need you too… but…" He trailed off, looking out the window.

"I wouldn't tell you this if I didn't think you couldn't handle it. But with… him and all, I think you can. Yesterday, after you left, I… I don't know. I turned into something. I was huge, and after a while, I changed back, but I was naked and sore and... I don't know. I probably sound crazy. Please, Bella, tell me I don't sound crazy.

"Jake..." I trailed off. Of course I believed him. But I just didn't understand. I'd have to see it.

"Can you show me?" I whispered.

"I'd have to be... mad, I guess... I could try... outside..." He got up, wearing a pair of black sweat pants. I liked the contraction to his skin. It was nice, a smooth oily color. Just like his hair.

I followed him outside, near his little shed. I didn't know what to expect. What was happening? I guess... I guess I'd find out.

"Stay there," He commanded, moving several feet away from me. He took some deep breaths, but nothing happened.

"Make me mad." He said. "Say something, anything; make me mad!"

I wasn't sure if I could do it. But I'd have to try. "I... never loved you. You're stupid and immature to ever think that. Your annoying, and don't deserve me." I was crying now. I couldn't help it, saying these things to Jacob. "I don't need you... I hate you." I couldn't take anymore. I couldn't look at Jake. I fell on my but, and started crying into my hands.

That's when I heard it. The defining rip of cloth.