A Broken Wing
Jacob meets someone in the forest after he runs away. Can this person help him get over his infatuation with Bella, without breaking his heart herself? How does the rest of the pack respond to this newcomer?
Second story! :] I'm really excited about this one. It's going to be relatively short, I'm planning on five chapters, give or take a couple. Everything belongs to Stephenie Meyer :] Thanks for giving us such amazing stories to write about!
3. Secrets Unveiled
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---They reached the group shortly, Jacob winning by a long shot. He was still smiling as a few more fireworks whizzed into the air. Ellen jumped into Embry’s open arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting a kiss on his lips. “Looks great!” she shouted over the explosions. She moved her head closer to his ear, and added quietly, “I got him to laugh.” Embry put her down in front of him, and wound his arms around her waist. “You truly are a miracle worker.” She beamed in response, and turned around the watch the rest of the fireworks.
---Jacob stood in the back, his arms crossed as he stared into the sky. “So!” Leah said from behind him. “No one else can be happy unless you are, is that it?” Jacob narrowed his eyes, “Why would you say that?” “You don’t even know Ellen. You only like her because she reminds you of Bella.” He winced at her response. “And NOW you are trying to take her from Embry, because you can’t stand it that he’s happy and you aren’t. Just try telling me I’m wrong.” “I don’t have to tell you anything!” He growled, but managed to keep his anger at bay. “Jake! How can one person be that self absorbed? Just look at her. The happiness between the two of them is enough to make me sick. It is almost as bad as Sam and Emily! And here you are, pining over her, trying to take her from him. Can’t you just accept them?” Jacob clenched his fists, beginning to shake. “She came up to me! She started the conversation! You have no right to tell me who I cannot talk to, who I cannot be friends with. Maybe you’re the jealous one; did you ever think of that, Leah?” He spat at her, and ran off towards his house. Leah just stood there, gaping after him. “What was all that about?” Seth asked, his mouth full of hot dog. He swallowed, and looked up at his sister. “Leah?” “Just shut up, Seth,” He shrugged and stuffed another hot dog in his mouth. “Should someone go see if he’s alright?” She sighed, shaking her head. “Am I mean?” She asked suddenly. Seth faked choking on his hot dog in shock and began laughing so hard he lost his balance and fell on his back in the sand. Once he regained control over himself, he stood up and wiped away his tears. “I’m sorry, were you being serious?” Leah stared at him coldly. “Why do you ask?” he mused, thinking of a way to answer without being beaten to a pulp. “Every time I talk to Jake, I try to be nice. I really want to be nice. But I just end up making him mad…” She drifted off into a whisper, gazing at her brother worriedly, “I don’t want to make him mad, Seth. I was to be his friend.” It was Seth’s turn to sigh as he sat back on the ground, patting the earth beside him. Leah sat down miserably. “You like him, don’t you.” Leah opened her mouth to protest, but then immediately clamped it shut. “I don’t know. I… I have only ever been in love with Sam, and you saw how that turned out. I guess I do like him.”
He nodded. “Why don’t you just, y’know… ask him to hang out with you or something? Maybe not a date just yet, but try to stay on his good side. Deep down, he likes you too. I know it.”
Leah smiled, and then gave him a quick hug. “I cannot believe I just got relationship advice from my baby brother. Thanks though.”“Eww! Cooties!” Seth teased, sticking out his tongue. “I never answered your question, by the way. If you’re mean or not,” Leah raised her eyebrows, daring him to finish his thought. “Once you get past your hard outer shell, you are just a big teddy bear.” They laughed as Leah tackled him playfully. The fireworks ended with the biggest explosion yet, masking the mournful howling of a lone wolf.