Chapter 1: That Night That Changed Everything


A/N: So as mentioned on my profile, I said I would write a Jacob story. This is actually a late birthday present to my amazing best friend Lura! She is the only reason I'm writing this. Personally Jacob is not my favorite person, only for this story will I suck it up and pretend like I do. I am actually a little excited for this story. SO HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY LURA! (Lura I hope you feel special now, you know I would only do this for you )

'"Do you know any of our old stories, about where we came from- the Quileutes, I mean?" he began. "Not really," I admitted. "Well, there are lots of legends, some of them claiming to date back to the Flood- supposedly, the ancient Quileutes tied their canoes to the tops of the tallest trees on the mountain to survive like Noah and the ark." He smiled, to show me how little stock he put in the histories. "Another legend claims that we were descended from wolves- and that the wolves are our brothers still. It's against tribal law to kill them…"' '"You see, the cold ones are the natural enemies of the wolf- well, not the wolf really but the wolves who turn into men, like our ancestors. You would call them werewolves…"

(Twilight, page 124)

Bella was hurt. I mean physically, she was fine; emotionally she was a wreck. I could see it in the way she held herself. How her arms wrapped around her torso like someone had punched her hard in the gut. I could see it in the way her likes and dislikes had changed so drastically after he left. She was not the same Bella I had known, but I was willing to put back the pieces; even if it meant sitting through some stupid action movie with her and that Mike Newton.

I handed Bella the ten dollar bill to pay for my ticket when Bella started to object.

"What's this?" she said.

"I'm not old enough to get into this one," I reminded her. She laughed and Mike gave me a quizzical look.

"I'm sixteen." I said, hoping to clear up any misunderstanding. It was an R rated movie. Bella and Mike were eighteen, they were old enough to get into this movie, I was not. Mike snickered and I had the sudden urge to punch him in the face. Of course he would think that my young age would turn Bella off. He was so damn cocky.

Bella came back with two tickets, Mike had one. She smiled and gave the ticket to me. That smile reminded me why I bothered to go to this stupid movie in the first place; after all, the movie was supposed to be pretty intense, maybe she would cringe into my shoulder. I smiled at the thought.

"So do we need to get you a sippy cup for soda, Black?" he said as we passed the concession stand. There was that urge to destroy his face again. He was trying to use my age against me in the battle for Bella. Little did he know, Bella had no interest for him what so ever.

As Bella took her seat between me and Mike, I noticed there was a couple in front of us making out. I looked at them, wishing it was me and Bella. If only Bella could get over him, if only she would give me a chance…

As the movie started I noticed in the first few minutes that this was going to be a huge waste of money. The blood was fake, the dialogue was cheesy, but the only thing entertaining was Newton's face. Apparently, he didn't think this movie was cheesy at all. He looked like he was going to lose all his popcorn right there. I started to watch the movie again, I noticed the deaths were absolutely stupid. A flagpole speared a dude, and the blood squirted way too far to be realistic. I couldn't contain my laughter anymore.

"What?" Bella whispered.

"Oh, c'mon!" I hissed back. "The blood squirted twenty feet out of that guy. How fake can you get?" I laughed again as the flagpole speared the guy to a wall. This time Bella laughed with me.

I noticed the couple in front of us again. The girl cringed into her boyfriends chest as more and more people died on the screen. I noticed Bella hadn't touched me at all this entire date. She could at least hold my hand, couldn't she? So I put my hand in an awkward position on the Bella's armrest, hoping she could take a hint.

A few minutes later Mike must have noticed my hand, and he decided to do the same thing. He sprawled out his arm in the exact same way as mine on Bella's other armrest. He actually thought he had a chance with Bella? You've got to be kidding me…

After more ridiculously fake movie gore, Bella still had not held my hand, but at least she hadn't held Newton's either. Newton withdrew his hand and put his pale face in his hands and moaned.

Wimp. Was he seriously going to get sick over fake gore? Ridiculous. Then, Mike moaned again.

I looked at his face; it definitely did not look healthy.

He sat up abruptly, and rushed out "I'm sick" and ran out the door.

Bella looked worried and got up to follow him. If Mike really mattered to Bella, then I guess I should care. I also got up to go after Mike.

"No stay, I'll make sure he's okay." Bella insisted as we walked out the door. I followed her anyway.

"You don't have to come. Get your eight bucks worth of carnage," she said as I continued to follow her. Really? Did she really think I was enjoying the movie? She was the reason I came in the first place. The reviews for the movie were terrible in the first place. Only Bella could make me go to a crappy movie like that one.

"That's okay. You can sure pick them Bella. This movie really sucks." I said more loudly, since we were out of the theater now.

Newton was not in the hallway, but I could hear vomiting coming from the men's bathroom. How could I hear that?

I slipped into the bathroom and found Newton hovering over a toilet. He looked like hell, even worse than usual. His face and shirt collar covered in sweat. His skin was very pale.

"Dude, you look pretty terrible. What's up with you?" I asked, trying to sound like I cared about Mike Newton being sick.

"Well, it's probably that stomach bug that's been going around," he said quickly before he puked again into the toilet. I could have really done without seeing this.

"Okay, well I guess come back out when you can stop puking for a minute so we can take you home. Me and Bella will be waiting in the hallway," I said as he nodded and puked again.

As I left the bathroom I saw Bella sitting on a nearby bench. I walked up to her and held her hand. She didn't seem to mind the contact now.

"Oh, he's in there, all right," I said rolling my eyes. "What a marshmallow. You should hold out for someone with a stronger stomach. Someone who laughs at the gore that makes weaker men vomit." I said hinting to me.

"I'll keep my eyes open for someone like that," she said smiling up at me. I took it she got my hint.

We were all alone in the hallway. Both theaters were about halfway through the movie. It was so quiet, I could hear the popcorn popping in the lobby.

"He sounded like he was going to be in there for a while," I said, trying to break the silence. I let go of Bella's hand and shifted to put my arm around her shoulders. Bella sighed and leaned away. She would never let me in.

"Jake," she complained. Every rejection hurt. I kept a straight face, not letting Bella know how each rejection stung a little. But she didn't mind my hand holding, so I grasped her hand firmly. She started to pull away again. There was another sting, another rejection. We need to talk about this so, despite her protest, I pulled her closer.

"Now just hold on a minute, Bella," I said, making my voice good and calm, "Tell me something."

She made a face, and whispered a soft "What?"

"You like me right?" I said with a sudden surge of confidence.

"You know I do," she said quietly. That one sentence made my heart soar. She liked me. But I still needed to know more.

"More than that joker puking his guts out in there?" I said nodding to the bathroom.

"Yes," she sighed. She liked me more than Newton. This fed my ego.

"Better than any other guys you know?" I insisted, and tried to remain calm even though underneath the mask, I was so happy. Bella could probably see right through me.

"Better than the girls too," she whispered almost inaudibly. So I was her favorite person then? She could have no idea how much that one sentence boosted my ego. She frowned and looked at me. I knew she didn't like it when I "blurred more lines" in our relationship. I wanted to be so much more than friends. She knew that, but I knew she also had to get over him too. And I would wait.

"But that's all," I stated it wasn't a question. I knew she wasn't ready for another relationship, but still I hoped.

"Yes," she whispered brokenly. She was broken, and I would be the one to put the pieces back together. I would do whatever I could to be with Bella. I smile down at her.

"That's okay, you know. As long as you like me the best. And you think I'm good looking- sort of." I could never forget that time when she told me I was beautiful. "I'm prepared to be annoyingly persistent."

"I'm not going to change," she said sadly.

"It's still the other one isn't it?" I knew not to say his name. I knew how Bella still suffered over him; she cringed as if she'd been hit every time he was mentioned. I noticed she cringed this time too. "You don't have to talk about it," I told her. She nodded, looking straight ahead. "But don't get mad at me for hanging around, okay?" And I would hang around, as long as she would let me. I patted the back of her hand. "Because I'm not giving up, I've got loads of time," I informed her.

"You shouldn't waste it on me," she said sadly. I wouldn't waste time on her. Anytime with her was not wasted.

"It's what I want to do, as long as you still want to be with me." That really was all I wanted to do, be with her.

"I can't imagine how I could not like being with you," she said. So, she liked being with me. At least we were friends now, even if I wanted it to progress to more later on. I smiled down at her.

"I can live with that," I told her honestly. As long as I knew she liked me, I would live on that.

"Just don't expect more," she said stubbornly, still trying to pull her hand out of my grasp. I held onto it more tightly, unwilling to let it go.

"It doesn't really bother you, does it?" I asked, giving her fingers a slightly tighter squeeze.

"No," she sighed, looking down at out entwined hands.

"And you don't care what he thinks." I jerked my thumb over in the direction of the bathroom.

"I guess not," she said, unsure.

"So what's the problem?" I honestly need to know. She said I was her favorite person in the world, why couldn't I hold her hand?

"The problem is that it means something different to me than it does to you."

So that was her problem. I would be her friend as long as she needed it, I could be something more when she was ready for it.

"Well, that's my problem, isn't it?" I said, tightening my grip on her small hand.

"Fine. Don't forget it though," she mumbled.

"I won't. Then pin's out of the grenade for me, now, eh?" I said, trying to lighten up the mood. I laughed quietly, hoping to lighten Bella's mood too. I was tracing patterns on her hand when I came to a very weird looking scar. "That's a funny looking scar you've got there. How did that happen?" It was the weirdest shape, and when you touched it, it was cold. It felt like running your hand over an ice cube.

She visibly flinched, holding her arms around her again.

"Do you honestly expect me to remember me to remember where all my scars come from?" she said grimacing.

I ran my fingers over the scar. "It's cold," I said.

Then Newton came stumbling like a drunken person out of the bathroom, looking pretty much like I left him, probably with a little more sweat on his gray t- shirt.

"Oh, Mike," Bella gasped.

"Do you mind leaving early?" he whispered.

"Of course not," Bella said politely, putting her arm around him to help support him enough to walk.

Really how could a movie affect someone like that? A cheesy one at that.

"Movie too much for you?" I teased Mike. He turned to glare at me.

"Actually, I didn't see any of it. I was nauseated before the lights went down."

Sure you were.

Then I thought about it. We were taking nauseas Mike Newton home in my brand new Rabbit. Not without safety equipment. He wasn't touching the Rabbit without a bucket in hand.

"Just a sec," I said and I went over to the concession stand and asked for a large popcorn bucket. There was no way Newton was ruining my brand new Rabbit on its first run. "Please," I said shoving the bucket into Newton's hands.

As I drove us home, Bella drew herself into a ball and started shivering.

"Cold again?" I asked her.

"You're not?" she replied, her teeth chattering a little bit. I shook my head. Actually, I felt really warm, like I was standing in a sauna. It was really hot in this car.

"You must have a fever or something," Bella mumbled as I put my arm around her. For once, she actually leaned into my embrace. She shifted around and touched my forehead, then she yanked her hand back as if she had been burnt.

"Whoa, Jake- you're burning up!" She very nearly shouted.

"I feel fine, fit as a fiddle." I shrugged my shoulders.

She touched my forehead again, and I noticed I must've been fine, because her fingers were freezing.

"You're hands are like ice," I complained.

"Maybe it's me," she said, unsure.

Newton then groaned and threw up noisily into the popcorn bucket. I was glad I thought of that.

The rest of that time was silent, and I thought about what Bella said about that fever. The more I thought about it, the worse I felt. What was happening to me?

After we dropped Mike at home, I drove to Bella's and parked in her driveway, beside my dad's old truck.

"I would invite myself in, since we're early, but I think you might be right about the fever. I'm starting to feel a little… strange." I did feel strange. That sauna I felt like I was in had increase to the point where it almost felt like burning. Something was definitely not right with me.

"Oh no, not you, too! Do you want me to drive you home?" Bella looked at me with real concern on her face.

"No," I said, frowning. "I don't feel sick, just… wrong. If I have to, I'll pull over." I said.

"Will you call me when you get in?" She said, the worry still plain on her face.

"Sure, sure," I said, biting my lip. Then Bella opened the door to get out, and I grabbed her wrist.

"What is it, Jake?" She looked scared and concerned.

"There's something I need to tell you, Bella… but I think it will sound kind of corny." I had to tell her. Something was telling me I had to tell her this.

"Go ahead," she sighed.

"It's just that, I know you're unhappy a lot. And, maybe it doesn't help anything, but I wanted you to know that I'm always here. I won't ever let you down- I promise that you can count on me. Wow, that does sound corny. But you know that, right? That I would never, ever hurt you?" I don't know why I felt the need to say that. It was all true, but still I sounded like some lame soap opera.

"Yeah, Jake. I know that. And I already do count on you, more than you know." She sounded sad again, but I couldn't help the wide spin that was plastered on my face. This night had turned out to be pretty amazing. I was Bella's favorite person in the world, and she counted on me. Just then, the sauna increased again. This time it was to the point where my bones started to shake and throb.

"I really think I'd better go home now." I said.

With that, Bella got out, and I locked my car doors again and sped away.

The drive to La Push was roughly fifteen minutes, but I was speeding so I made it there in ten.

I parked my Rabbit beside my motorcycle and stumbled out the door. Now, I felt absolutely terrible.

My bones felt like they were literally shaking. I was sweating, hard. My long black hair was drenched with the pouring rain and the sweat. I most definitely had a fever, but at the moment I really didn't care. I was still thinking about Bella. Bella made me so happy. Just being around her got me on a strange high.

That was when Billy met me in the front yard.

"Hey Jake! You're home early," my dad said.

"Yeah," was all I could say. I was still caught up in all that had happened with Bella tonight.

"Hey Jake, you look a little funny. You okay?" My dad asked, raising his eyebrow.

That was all I took for me to come undone.