It had been two weeks since I had first seen Jacob. Two weeks since I had fallen in love. Two weeks of getting used to the reality that some creatures did exist.
He was the "monster" of my favorite horror stories. But "monster" wasn't the word for him. A monster wouldn't protect people. A monster couldn't describe Seth, Jared, Embry, Quil, Paul, or Sam. I still wasn't sure about Leah, but she had the right to be upset.
I was informed about the vampires that were coming in two days, last week. The Cullens' were "vegetarians", they only drank animal blood. They were protectors, somewhat, as well. I wasn't told much, actually, I really wasn't told anything, but I didn't care.
School was... Ugh!... school. Jacob made me actually want to go, though. He was my muse for art, I was his tutor in math, we goofed off together in Home Ec., and he kept me from ripping my hair out in English.
Tomorrow was Thursday, I was going with Lauren to her church for Judgement House practice.
"So, what's Judgement House?" Jacob asked as we dangled our feet in the small creek he had found while running patrols.
"It's pretty much a play showing the differences of having a life with God and Jesus in it and one without them. Then teenagers and adults die and it shows the eternities they chose in Heaven and Hell. They're really awesome and interesting. You change a lot of peoples lives," I smiled. "I had told Lauren I really wanted to do some more acting and she invited me," I added.
"Sounds interesting. I might have to see it," Jacob smiled.
"If you do, you have to tell me how I did," I demanded, nervousness already setting in.
"You'll do fine," he laughed. He smiled down at me.
It was hotter today than usual, so Jacob was only wearing shorts. He kicked the water with his foot and splashed me, leaving water marks on my shorts. I splashed him back and he hopped down from the rock we sat on, grabbing my hands and pulling me with him.
He threw my legs over his shoulder and held me upside down. I squealed as my head swung.
I grabbed his arm and pulled my torso up. He grabbed my waist and slung my legs off his shoulder. They landed in the creek with a splash.
The only sound in the forest was our laughter as we played in the water. I tried to escape his arms, but he pulled me back by my waist.
He finally let go and I sat down on a rock in the middle of the creek, not caring about the water. I just needed to cool down.
Jacob sat next to me, his black, spiky hair drenched, just like mine - I was glad I hadn't straightened it this morning.
I ran my fingers through his hair, he closed his eyes and laid his head on my shoulder.
My mind wandered as I sat there with Jacob. I felt like I was being blinded by this "danger". If it was in my town, shouldn't I know what it is?
"Can you tell me what the danger is? I think I have a right to know since it's in the town I've grown up in my entire life."
He raised his head up and looked at me. He was in deep thought, I could tell as his eyebrows squeezed together. "You're not supposed to know, but I find that rule of Sam's pretty stupid. It's your life that seems to be in danger and you need to know about it," his voice was quiet, but his tone was strained with worry. "It's Michelle, somehow she was changed and she wants revenge..."
"Revenge for what? I never did anything to her but be a friend."
"We don't know, but that's the only reason we can come up with. Those girls that follow her around, what are their names?"
"Libbie and Hannah, why?"
"Has she been anywhere recently besides Tennessee?"
"She was in London over the summer, but why do you need to know?"
"Just need to know some things about her," he shrugged his shoulders.
"I looked throughout the forest, seeing the light hit the ground through the trees. Today was a Professional Development Day, which was just fancy talk for "only teachers need to come to school today." Jacob and I still had homework that was due tomorrow, and the work was gettin harder.
"Math?" I sighed.
"I'd have to do it sooner or later," he mumbled.
We stood up and walked back through the woods to my house. I could see the opening to my backyard and stopped paying attention to the ground for a second.
My foot hooked the loop of a vine and my knee landed on a rock.
"Oww!" I inhaled sharply.
"Are you okay?" Jacob was on the ground next to me suddenly. His eyes wide with worry.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I lied, rolling over to examine the damage.
A huge gash was cut into my right knee.
"How in the world am I this lucky?" I sighed, pushing myself off the ground to stand up.
"Can you walk?" Jacob asked, his face shouting in worry now.
I put pressure on my leg and winced from the pain. "I don't think so."
He cradled me in his arms and walked the rest of the way.
"Band-aids?" he asked, pushing the back door closed.
"Bathrrom cabinet," I smiled back at him.
He walked down the hall and sat me on the corner of the sink. He grabbed the peroxide, neosporin, and band-aids and sat them next to me.
"So, you're a klutz?" he asked with a laugh.
"Kind of, only when I'm distracted." I winced.
"Sorry," he apologized.
"Better?" he asked as he smoothed the band-aid over my knee.
"Perfect," I laughed. "I feel like a kid that tripped at their friend's birthday party."
"Haha. Do you want me to kiss it and make it better?" he asked, raising his eyebrow.
"It wouldn't hurt," I shrugged.
He kissed my knee lightly, laughing.
"How about now?" he asked.
He placed both of his hands on either side of me, gripping the edge of the sink. He looked up at me. I bent forward and leaned my forehead against his.
He smiled widly at me.
I sighed. "Homework?" I asked, my voice seeping with aggravation at myself.
He laughed and helped me off the sink. "Very responsoble."
Our homework was done in no time since we both helped each other. Jacob kept checking my knee, trying to be nonchalant about it.
"Okay, but if it starts hurting, yo-"
"I will tell you, I promise," I said as he grabbed my hand. I kissed his forehead and he smiled back at me. "So, are you gonna take a nap, or can we go back outside?"
"Whatever you want."
"You should rephrase that," I whispered slowly. It wasn't his rule that we take things slower, or at least be a teensy bit less physical. He silently objected with his eyes everytime I reminded him. He wishes that I had never made the rule in the first place that he has to make sure I don't get carried away.
"Whichever one you want," he corrected with a smile.
"Outside," I laughed.
We slowly walked from my room into the kitchen, hand-in-hand. He jumped the railing to the back porch, he landed in the grass on his bare feet. I took the more subtle approach by using the stairs. He walked back to me, taking my hand, and stared into my eyes before we even moved.
His lips pulled up into his sheepish grin, and he laughed quietly once.
"What?" I asked.
"Oh, it's nothing," he laughed again.
"Jacob, what is it?"
"I was just wondering something, but I wasn't sure how you'd react. It just kind of hit me, I honestly just noticed it."
"Well, what is it? I won't react badly, I promise."
"Okay," he sighed. "I was wondering... how tall are you?"
I laughed. I was somewhat flattered that he had just realized my height. Most people make small talk by criticizing on my height. "I'm five on and a half," I answered. "How tall are you?"
He hesitated slightly. He was holding back laughter. "Six foot seven," he managed to say without laughing. "About a foot... and a half... taller than you."
I had to laugh at that. I had noticed before that I barely reached his shoulder blades when I stood on my tip-toes next to him, but I thought nothing of it at the time.
"You're like a little doll," he laughed. "A little porcelain doll."
"Is that a joke at my lack of a tan?" I asked laughing.
"Yes, and you look so fragile," he murmured, stroking my cheek. "I've never been able to see someone's veins through their skin before."
I quickly let my bangs fall over the right side of my face, conceiling the very visible vein over my right temple. I couldn't hide the ones on my arms, my legs, my hands, my feet.
He pushed my bangs back and kissed the blue line on my temple. "It just means I'll need to protect you a little more," he smiled.
"I like the sound of that," I smiled. "But I'm not that fragile. I mean, I slid down my front porch steps and all I got was a huge knot and bad looking bruise," I explained as I raised my left leg up and pointed at the middle of my shin.
His jaw dropped slightly and his eyes filled with pain. The evidence of the accident was almost gone, but it still hurt him.
"Look, some things damage me more than others. That rock damaged me more than the stairs, but if you were to leave me, that would damage me more than anything. The steps left a knot and a bruise, but you leaving... that would leave a hole and blackness... forever," I looked in his eyes as I spoke the truth.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled my face to his level. His lips lightly, but passionately, touched mine. I could taste the words on his lips. His silence couldn't stop them from being known. He gently pulled his face away, leaning his forehead against mine. His brown eyes stared into mine. "I love you," he finally whispered.
"I love you, too," I whispered back. I kissed his cheek and tasted the scent of his musky skin.
He slowly let my feet touch the ground. His head turned towards the house next to mine. My neighbor, Trina, was standing in her backyard, a towel and sunscreen in her hands, next to her lawn mower, staring ant us.
I grabbed Jacob's hand and pulled it around my waist. I turned away from her and walked towards the side yard that was encased by the woods. No nosy, crazy neighbor could disturb us.
I laid down in the middle of the grass and closed me eyes as I soaked in the warmth. Jacob lifted my head up and stretched his legs out, then placed my head in his lap.
The sky was bright, almost cloudless. I relaxed even more when Jacob played with my hair. I sighed contentedly, and he laughed as I broke the comfortable silence.
"I don't think I would have ever believed there were places like this on earth," he murmured. When I opened my eyes he was staring at me. "Places with warmth and beauty."
"It's not always warm here, but it is always beautiful," I commented.
"That's not what I meant. The warmth, yes," he said as he looked up into the sky. "But, the beauty, you're much more beautiful," he said as he stroked my cheek.
"Are you always this smooth of a talker?" I asked him with a smile.
"Not usually," he admitted smiling back.
"Could have fooled me." I sat up and pulled myself into his lap.
"Aren't you gonna burn up?" he asked as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"I don't care," she answered.
"I think you're taking this whole 'reckless' thing a little too far," I laughed, down playing my worry.
"It's not like I'm gonna die of heat stroke. I'm smarter than that," she smiled. "If it gets too hot..." she hid her face in my chest. When she looked back up at me, her face was red. The sun, hitting her face from the side, made it easier for my human eyes to see the natural red in her hair. "We can always go back inside."
"Are you taking your rule back?" I asked. A tiny bit of excitement leaking into my voice. I fixed my expression, not showing the happiness I really felt.
"Every once in awhile rules need to be broken."
"Touche," I smiled at her. I leaned back, laying my head in the grass. I wrapped my arm around her waist and she nestled her head under my chin. I took her hand and blankly examined it with no purpose.
The veins intertwined and branched out randomly. The tiny freckle on the side of her left thumb was barely noticeable compared to the one on the back of her hand between the knuckles of her index and middle fingers. The veins traveled up her arms and I started to worry.
The tiny one's guy was still coping with the whole animal blood only diet. He had attacked Bella from a papercut, what would he do if he saw her? If the veins were so prominent with my human eyes, let alone her eyes, how prominent would they be to his eyes?
"What's wrong?" she asked. Her hand smoothed the wrinkles in my forehead.
"Oh, just thinking," I answered. I lifted my head up and stretched my face to hers.
I kissed her top lip and felt her hand against my chest. I laid my hand on top of hers, keeping it there. I felt her other hand latch into my hair. Her leg bent, now lying across my waist, and she pushed my chest down. I pulled her on top of me and grabbed her waist. Her lips moved to my neck and her hand gripped my arm. Her grip was as light as a feather, but I could feel it deep in my bone. I could hear her sigh into my neck as she felt bad for breaking her rule this much.
I pulled her lips back to mine and let her pull away, so she would feel more responsible. When she did finally pull away, I tried to pull her back, trying to make her feel better and also having the honest desire to continue breaking her rule.
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