Leah runs onto the beach in tears, never wanting to speck to Sam again. Jacob turns around as soon as he hears Leah.
"W-what's the matter?" he asks. He and Leah might not be the best of friends, and they have a few years age difference between them, but in a way, they know each other better than anyone.
"I'm fine," Leah mumbles.
"Tell the truth," Jacob says, his voice soft, not an order.
"Sam," Leah manages to say in a whisper.
"Did he go missing again?" Jacob asks.
"No," Leah mumbles. "He apparently has some new attraction to my cousin. Looks like it's goodbye Leah."
"What?" Jacob says, shocked. "How could he do that to you?"
His hands clench into fists. Leah loves Sam and he thought that Sam loved Leah. But apparently not as much as her cousin.
"I don't know," Leah mumbles. She takes off the ring Sam gave to her and throws it on the ground.
"Don't do that," Jacob mumbles, bending down to pick it up. He gently slides the ring back on Leah's hand.
"Why not?" Leah asks. "I'm not marrying him anymore."
"It's a very pretty ring," Jacob says. "I like it. At least keep it so you can chuck it at Sam next time you see him," he tries to make a joke.
Leah doesn't find it funny. Leah, who has had enough of this, begins to run in the direction of the cliffs.
"Wait!" Jacob calls, running after her.
He catches up, and puts one hand on her shoulder, getting her to face him.
"For what it's worth," he says, managing a weak smile. "I'm always here if you need me."
(A/N: I really like writing these stories about Jacob and Leah before the werewolves. I think they're cute. I will probably write more of them. Reviews are love!)