Chapter Seven

TO COMPLICATE IT FURTHER

Bella's Point of View

I clambered into my dusty red truck and the engine roared into life. Nobody around the truck moved; it appeared that the people of Forks were finally used to my noisy mode of transportation.
As I pulled out of the school parking lot, a thought struck me. I hadn't seen Jacob in a while, and since I didn't 'stink' of vampires (having not hung out with them for so long), I thought I might go and see him.

He was quite surprised to see me, I think. He was wearing a sloppy jumper, covered in oil stains, probably from working on some kind of engine. His hair was tied back. I smiled at him as I pulled up outside his house.

"Hey, Bells!" he called out to me as I slammed the truck door shut.

"Hey, Jake," I smiled back.

"Want something to eat?"

"No, but I'm sure you do," I replied.

We made our way into the kitchen, and Jacob immediately began making an enormous sandwich to feed his werewolf appetite.

"So what brings you to La Push?"

"Well, I hadn't seen you in a while, so I thought I might drop by."

Jacob grinned.

"You don't smell like leeches anymore," he commented.

Leeches. His word for vampires.

"No, I don't. I didn't sit with the Cullens today,"

Jacob raised his eyebrows.

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, really."

"And that would be becauseā€¦"

"Edward wasn't there today."

"What about your new friend, then, Fiona or something?"

"Frankie. She wasn't there either."

"Ouch," Jacob took a bite from his sandwich. There was a pause, "So is there, like, trouble with you and Edward or something?"

"No," I replied uncertainly. "Of course not,"

"Bella."

Suddenly, I wanted to tell him everything. How I felt that Edward was acting oddly, how Frankie had changed him. How I couldn't speak to the Cullens anymore without Edward being there. How life had suddenly gone weird.

"He's just acting a bit strangely recently. Skipping school when its not sunny. He's not hunting. I don't get it. He's just gotten weird since Frankie arrived, and I don't get it, the others love her -"

"So what do you think is going on?"

I broke eye contact with him.

"I don't know." I mumbled, staring at my feet.

Jacob was silent for a moment.

"Bella -"

"You know what? I think I know what you're going to say," I said, still staring at the floor.

"Bella, look at me," Jacob lifted my chin so I gave him eye contact, and kissed me.

And for once, I honestly didn't mind.

Frankie's Point of View

My head snapped up. I think I felt it before she did. I heard it in his thoughts, and then hers.

Who was this Jacob boy? What did Bella think she was doing with him?

Bella's Point of View

My arms quickly slithered around Jacob's neck. I could feel his strong heartbeat quickening. It was wrong. What we were doing was so, so wrong.

I let go. I pulled away from him, tears blurring my vision. My hands automatically snatched up my car keys and my legs carried me away. I drove and drove, and kept driving.

The worst part of it was that I'd liked it. I didn't want to stop. I preferred Jacob to Edward, in the three minutes I'd spent with him.

What was I going to do?