Disclaimer: My name is not Stephenie Meyer, so no, I do not own Twilight or any of the characters mentioned in this fic.

A/N: Sorry for the long update.


Chapter 8- I Trust You

"What were you thinking?" reprimanded Carlisle.

We know found ourselves in the family room. Jacob and I sitting on opposite sides of the couch as far away from each other as the black leather loveseat would allow. Carlisle stood before us, Esme sitting slightly behind him and everyone else standing around us.

"What, it's not like I was going to bite him or anything." I chuckled. They were taking this way too seriously.


"You didn't think I was going to bite him…did you?" I asked, my chuckle dying, "You…you guys thought I was going to bite him!"

"Edward," started Alice gently, "your face was buried in his neck. What else were we supposed to think?"

"But I would never…" I looked around desperately, pleadingly. Did they really think that I would ever do something like that? That I would allow myself to do something like that? Not one of them would look me in the eye. Not even…


More silence.


I leaned in closer, towards his neck and saw him visibly flinch.

"What are you doing?" he asked calmly, but I could still sense the underlying panic.

"Shut up. I have to see something."

"See what?"

"Well, not exactly see," I explained, "but something like that."

"O-oh. Okay." he said. I felt him tense up beneath me and I just barely caught his almost imperceptible gulp. What was wrong with him? Was I invading his personal bubble or something? You would think that he'd be humping my leg by now with the way he was talking and acting not just a few minutes ago, but yesterday as well.


He thought I was going to bite him.


"Why?" It came out as a whisper, but as I repeated it aloud, my voice grew in volume until I was shouting, "WHY?!"

Jacob just sat there solemnly and waited until I paused in my shouting before he spoke, "Why what?"

"IF YOU THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO BITE YOU, WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP ME?!" I was hysterical by now. Why was he so stupid? Does he really not value his life? What was he thinking? Is he insane?! Wh-

"Because I trust you." he said lifting his head to look directly at me.

He…trusts…me? I was left speechless, breathless even. And if my heart were still beating, it surely would've stopped beating right now. For some reason, this made me extremely…happy?

I tried my hardest to keep my composure, but I'm sure that something must have slipped through because one look at Jacob's idiotic grin and I knew that he knew I was happy.

"Sh-shut up. And wipe that stupid grin off your face." definitely NOT pouting as I said so.

"I trust you." he reiterated, that smile still on his face and growing wider by the second.

"You already said that." I replied, my imaginary heartbeat speeding up.

"I know, but you seem to like it." His Cheshire cat grin was beginning to get on my nerves. Or so I wanted to tell myself.

"Hmph. Why would I like it?"

"I don't know. Maybe because you're hearing it from me." he winked flirtatiously as he said this.

And no matter what Jacob or even Alice says, my lip did not protrude ever so slightly and I did NOT, ABSOLUTELY NOT POUT. Really.

"Grrrrrrrrrr." I growled as he scooted closer to me and turned my head pointedly away from him. Soon enough, I could feel his breath against my neck as he leaned down to whisper in my ear.

"I trust you."

I whipped my head around to look at him and realized that we were so close, our noses were touching.


"Ahem." interrupted Carlisle, abashedly looking away.

"Yeah bro. We're still here ya know?" added Emmet

"Well, I think it's cute." contributed Alice.

I looked at Rosalie who just scoffed. And then Jasper…who just kinda stood there and didn't say a thing…like usual. And Esme was simply giving me one of those motherly my-son-is-growing-up-and-actually-interacting-with-people-like-a-normal-person-and-doing-normal-things-well-sorta-normal looks.

Great. Now my family thinks that I like him back. Wonderful. Yes, thinks. Not knows because knowing would imply that I did like him. Which I do not. What? I don't.

"I believe you now Edward." stated Rosalie, astonishingly everyone in the room, "I said I believe you. You weren't going to bite him, you were just…marking him. Possessive type, eh?"

What outraged me the most was that everyone seemed to accept this as a perfectly logical and feasible explanation.

"No! That's not it! I wasn't marking him! I was simply smelling him!"

Even more silence. Damn it.

Until Emmet burst out laughing.

"Umm…that's kinda creepy." said Jacob, pulling away ever so slightly.

"You think that's weird. Just be grateful that he's not allowed in La Push. He'd watch you while you sleep. Now that's creepy." informed Emmet as he tried to stop laughing.

"…Maybe I should leave…"

"No!" Everyone raised an eyebrow at this, even me. Until I realized that I was the one who said it.

"Well, if you insist…" said Jacob, his cheeky grin returning.

"I meant 'no' as in no I wouldn't." I desperately pleaded, trying to save face.

"Edward, we all know your track record with Bella. And yeah, you would." said Rosalie.

"Bella Swan?" asked Jacob, the slightest hint of…jealousy? in his eyes.

"Uh, yeah. You know her?" Carlisle asked, everyone trying to conceal their surprise.

"Yeah, our dad's are best friends and she and my older sisters were childhood friends." he explained.

This bit of information was new to me. I had just assumed that Jacob had used her name in the clearing because he had heard around school that Bella and I had been dating. I didn't know that he knew her personally.

"Anyways," said Carlisle as he brushed off imaginary dirt from his pants and shoulders, "I guess we should leave you two alone. We had plans to go…do stuff…like, stuff that you don't like to do. So why don't you stay here with Jacob and we'll go…yeah…just…ugh. Whatever, c'mon everyone. I'm old and I can't handle this much awkward teenage pubescence in one room."

Everyone followed Carlisle out of the room as I sank further into the couch and buried my face in my hands.

I looked up when I thought that everyone except me and Jacob had left the room. Jasper was waiting in the doorway, waiting for me to notice him.

-Don't forget to use protection. And just remember…that's my favorite couch. Don't ruin it.-

I gave him the most evil and hateful glare I could muster, but he simply shrugged it off and left the room smirking. I flipped him the bird as soon as he turned around, but I'm certain he knew from the way he chuckled as he exited the front door.

If I could blush I would, but I don't think it matters if I can or not, because I know that right now, Jacob can tell that I'm blushing on the inside.


A/N: Yeah, I know. Weak ending. But I'm kinda caffeine and muffin deprived right now. XP

I love Jasper, he's my favorite character.

P.S. I have no idea when I'll update next, but I read all your reviews today and was so motivated, I decided to write this chapter So thank you guys, for reviewing!

P.S.S. Should I turn this fic into an M-rated fic or keep it T-rated?