Love Like This: A Jacob Black Fanfiction
Alicia finds herself in the small town of Forks when her father runs away from NYC to escape his problems. She had no idea that she would run into bigger and badder ones. But one relief from her troubles: there, she meets Jacob Black. JBXOC
4. A Call from Dad
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Five whole days later.
“This is were I draw the line, Jake!”
I teetered on my crutches and looked left and right for a way out of the dilemma. A few feet away from me, Jake held a water hose and wore a smile so evil looking that a chill ran down my back. It was one of those rare days in Forks when the sun actually shone.
“Shall I dare sink so low that I mess with the handicapped?” He said as if he was actually considering not doing it.
“Oh, come on, Jake,“ I said, trying to plead to his softer side. Not that I thought he had one. “You don’t want to do this.”
I couldn’t think of one righteous reason.
He laughed in a maniacal way that was actually kind of cute.
So, I was kind of smitten with him. I’m not afraid to admit it.
I hobbled away on my crutches, kinda aggravated at my current state because when I was normal, I was a lot faster than this. I knew it was pathetic, and Jake started laughing so hard, that he doubled over and dropped the hose. I progressed towards it while he was rolling around on the ground like a dog and picked it up and aimed it at his face.
When he saw me he immediately went still and his face was a mask of shock and horror.
I laughed as freakishly as he had earlier. “You think? Am not nearly as easily distracted or sympathetic as you are.”
I squeezed the handle and a stream of water shot out at his face before he could protest further. He jumped up and grabbed the hose from me, and continued to soak me until my clothes clung me and I was coarse from screeching in protest.
“Stop it, Jake! Don’t you think you’ve had your revenge by no-”
My crutch caught on a twig and I stopped mid sentence as I felt my body going horizontal.
I never hit the ground.
Jake was holding onto my elbows, and he had righted me. I was pressed as close to him as I could without being a part of him, and my crutches were on either side of me.
His eyes were intense, and I my breath caught looking at his beautiful face.
“You should be more careful,” he said quietly. He was so close his breath fanned across my face.
“Yes,” I said just as softly, and feeling a little breathless.
I want him to kiss me.
But he just looks away, holds me away from him as he handed me my crutches, picks up the water hose, turns it off, and begins to wind it up.
I watch him as he works, a little disoriented and a lot confused and disappointed. I totter over to the porch and sit down.
My cell phone, which is currently charged (Jake took me home yesterday to pick up some clothes and other essentials), and by some miracle undamaged, buzzed in my pocket. I pick it up.
“How’s my big girl?”
“I’m fine, dad.”
He gave an uncharacteristically happy laugh.
“Good. I called the house but you didn’t pick it up.”
“The, uh, cordless phone is dead.”
“I really must buy a new one.” He barked another short, happy laugh.
What the hell?
“Dad, are you okay?”
“As okay as I’ll ever get. You will not believe who I’m standing next to right now.”
My mind went completely blank.
“I don’t know, Santa Claus?”
“No, even better!”
Who can possible be better than Santa Claus?
“I don’t know, Dad. The governor of California?”
Another laugh. Ewww, this was getting creepy.
I went quiet. Surely, he had gone nuts.
“You’ve gone nuts,” I say.
“No! I cant believe it either! She called me on my old cell phone yesterday, and I called the airport and had a ticket sent to her in New York. Now she’s in Seattle with me!”
There was a moment of stunned silence when I moved the phone away from my ear and looked at it.
I shut it.
Jake finally looked at me. “You alright?”
“I’m fine.” I say sternly, to myself more so than him.
I opened and closed my mouth. He came to stand before me, my phone buzzed once again in my pocket, and that was all it took. When I next opened my mouth to let out a lie, my tongue betrayed me, and instead the whole story, my life story, came pouring out.
“And now Hannah’s back,” I say, finishing, and putting my head in my hands. I didn’t know what I was, or my tongue, was thinking. I hadn’t known Jake that long and already I had trusted him with everything. What was happening to the suspicious New Yorker in me?
He sat down besides me and put his hand on my shoulder and I knew.
“This must be pretty hard on you.”
“I can handle it,” I said, hearing the stubbornness in my own tone.
“I know you can,” Jake says and places his hand on my leg.
“I mean, its not like I didn’t expect this,” I lied. “I knew shed be back when she ran out of my Dad’s money.”
“Yeah?” he asked, his voice reflecting that he wasn’t quite sure I was telling the truth.
“Yeah. I knew it.” I said, trying to reassure him. I stood up on my crutches, not knowing where I was going but wanting to get away. I cursed under my breath at my current predicament.
“I can’t go any-fucking-where!”
Jake brushed off my dirty mouth and stood up.
“Wanna go to the beach?”
Like I’m not wet enough already.
My stomach decided to grumble at the mention of food.
“I guess it speaks for itself,” I say and pat at it, kinda embarrassed.
“Luckily for you, I know a place, just outside of town, where they make a mean grilled cheese.”
“I love grilled cheese!”
He smiles. “Me, too.”
I began to hobble in a random, vague direction, feeling like I had forgotten something important when he laughs.
I turn around, startled. “What?”
“Where are you going?”
“To the…” I trail off, not knowing how to finish the sentence. I had no idea where I was going. “Um.”
“You’re all wet, too.”
He must think I am retarded.
(The next day.)
We were sitting on the beach, at the place where the waves met the sand, and I was kinda depressed, thinking about how this would be the perfect date if it actually was a date, and if the object of my affections wasn’t obviously smitten with a heart stomper.
Jake was looking out into the waves, and something about the way his hair fanned away from his face made me want to touch it. So I did, leaving over him and tugging on the soft strands.
Jake didn’t say anything, just continued to stare into the sea, lost in though.
“Earth to Jacob, Earth to Jacob.” I waved my hand across his face but he still just stared straight ahead, looking all sad. Frustrated, I grabbed onto my crutched and stood, began to hobble back towards the forest.
“Hey, where are you going?” He snapped to finally and jumped up to follow me.
“You don’t have to come with me everywhere I go, you know. I’m sure I can keep track of myself,” I say sourly and turn to him.
“What’s your problem?”
“My problem? You cant possibly be that oblivious, can you?”
He pads besides me for a few seconds before speaking again. “It’s about your parents?”
“I wasn’t even thinking about that. But, thanks for the timely reminder.”
It was quiet again for a while, and Jake reached out to offer a steady grip when I almost fell over a branch. (Again.) I softened a little.
Okay, a lot.
“A lot has been going on with me lately, Jake. it’s a buildup of everything: Moving here, almost being killed, finding out my mother is back…. The only good thing that has happened to me recently is you.”
I look at him, to see his reaction, but his eyes are seamed to the ground. “I’m not hitting on you or anything,” I say to cover up what may have seemed like a soft spot. “I’m just saying, that’s all. When I compare everything that has happen… You saved my life twice, you know.”
“Bah. Don’t be so modest. Of course you did.”
“The first time doesn’t count,” he say with a coy little smile.
“Maybe to you, but to a girl like me, with no sense of direction whatsoever, it does. Plus, I couldn’t been devoured by any number of hideous forest monsters.”
We both laugh, until I trip over another branch. (sigh) Jake grabs me and swoops me up in his arms. I’m so shocked that my clutches, the life savers that they are, clattered to the ground. He swooped them up while still holding me to his hot, in more than one way, chest and hand them to me.
“Thanks,” I mumbled pushing the heat away from my face. “I always imagined being swept away, just never in this manner before,” I half joke.
When we got to the clearing that was Sam and Emily’s house, Jake was still carrying me. In front of the house, was an old truck, and when I squinted, I could see the faint outline of a girl in the drivers seat, her head turned in our direction, her mouth agape. Jake was oblivious, and he continued to walk to the house, his steps wide and his gait fairly happy, carrying my weight like he was carrying nothing at all.
“Who’s that?” I ask clutching my crutches to myself and squinting my eyes to get a better look.
“Who?” He asks his voice cheerful and distracted.
“That,” I say, and point for his benefit at the girl.
He turns in the direction, and I watch his face as he goes through a series of complicated emotions: first, happiness, then anger, then that haunting sadness, before finally settling on a vacant, blank look.
Jake stops, and ever taking his eyes off of her, stands me up, hands me my crutches. He literally rips his eyes away from her momentarily to makes sure that I am steady.
“I’ll be back,” he mumbles and I feel an edge of jealousy push up behind my heart.
What is that about? Alicia does not get jealous.
“Don’t you want to introduce me to her?” I ask, hopping he’d say yes but feeling the ‘no’ before he even spoke it. His eyes traveled to her, to me, to her and back before giving me a solid nod.
“Come on,” he mutters to my great and utter surprise, but he doesn’t grab my hand the way he would have.
He steadies me as we walk over to her. When we are ten feet or so away, she gets out of the car. In the sunlight, I can see all her features clearly.
She wasn’t especially beautiful or even pretty, but she had a vulnerability to her, the kind that girls tried to mimic, that made her cute, and her super pale skin, pink at the cheeks, plain brown hair and mellow eyes just added to that. She was the complete opposite of me, I could tell already. I needed no one, this girl looked like she needed everyone.
Of course, I didn’t know her at all and I didn’t want to be too quick to judge.
They spoke at the same time and I scoffed both of their rudeness. They bothered to introduce each other but not ask who I am, or present me?
“Alicia,” I said under my breath leaning on my good leg.
“Uh, yeah.” Jake had the decency to look a little embarrassed. “Bella, this is Alicia. She just moved here not to long ago from New York City.”
She smiled at me, a distracted, faltered smile and held out her hand.
“Hi. Nice to meet you.”
I shook it. It was surprisingly cold, like ice.
You know the saying, right?
“Same here,” I say and whip out my most charming smile.
She turns back to Jacob.
I cant but help see that she looks nervous as she speaks. “I.. I need to talk to you.”
Translation: I need to talk to you alone.
I visibly scoff, I’m sure of it. Not only do I not like this, I also believe that Jake should not be alone with the cute, pale faced, vulnerable looking heart stomper.
Okay, so maybe I wasn’t trying to judge her. But I was. And the greened eyed monster was also snapping at my heals.
“Okay,” he said and nodded. He turned to me. “Alicia, you won’t mind, will you…?”
“Of course not.” I smile again, and it strains across my face. Bella sees it and I realize that she knows it fake, and them looks down at her hands, fumbling with them.
“Nice to meet you, too, Bella.” It comes out saucily and I flounce away.
Wait a minute, did I just flounce?
I look down at my crutches on the ground by Jakes feet. The past four days, I hadn’t even attempted to walk, too afraid of the pain (Not that I‘d admit it to anyone). But now, here I am, flouncing.
It’s a miracle!
I test out my ankle, and its completely fine. I walk to the porch and sit. Emily comes out, and watches me eyeing Jacob and Bella.
“You like him.”
The way she says it is almost accusingly.
“N-no,” I stammer. “I mean, he’s my only friend.”
She looks to the heavens, and I realize that I no longer really see her scarred face. It became a part of her to me, who had never seen her before it. I want to ask her how it happened, but I knew that would be too personal.
“Just admit it already.”
She smiles an all knowing smile that is slightly appalling.
“You were a lot nicer when I first met you, you know,” I grumble, grouchy for some… odd reason.
She laughs, with her head thrown back. It grabs the attention of Bella and Jake, and Bella waves. Emily waves back. I kick a rock, and it scuttles.
“She’s not really that bad, you know.”
“He still loves her, and she broke his heart,” I say stiffly.
“You don’t know the whole story.”
“I know enough.”
“Maybe… But maybe not.”
The way she says it makes me pull my eyes away from Jake’s lanky form.
“What do you mean?”
“In due time,” she says and shakes her head softly. “In due time, young one.”
“Your not even that much older than me! And what’s up with you talking like some kind of wise elder?”
She smirks. “Heh. Okay. He likes you too, you know.”
My heart skitters just above the surface of my chest.
She just smiles.
“What a cruel joke!”
“Who said I was joking?” She stands up, fixing her skirt. “Come on, help me cook for the greedy multitudes.”
I sigh and stand up. “Okay.”
“Your leg is healed!”
“A miracle only you have seemed to notice,” I grouse.
For a few minutes, the only sound was the scraping of over eager forks scraping against the plates. I sulked, staring at my full plate. I slide a particularly greasy piece of chicken around on the plate.
“I’m all healed now,” I say into the clatter practically to myself. No one seems to notice that I’ve spoken. I abandon the chicken and grouchily spear a piece of broccoli.
No one is talking. The usually animated atmosphere at Sam and Emily’s kitchen table was silent, dead, and awkward. Even Quil, who was usually on about one thing or the other, was quiet and sad looking. It was weird. I couldn’t quite put my finger on a reason but I think it had something to do with Bella’s visit. What else could it be?
“So.. I guess I can go home now, right?”
The clatter at the table stops so abruptly I blink. Every has turned to me and is staring. “What?”
Sam finishes his food and stands up. “Up to you to tell her, Jake.”
“Tell me what?”
He just shakes his head and leaves. As if they had an order to do so, everyone else files out after him, even Emily. I’m left sitting at the table with Jake, who I didn’t even want to talk to around a group of people, let alone talk to alone.
I move to stand up, too.
He finally stops eating. “You’re mad at me.”
“Maybe. But what I say and think and feel doesn’t matter though, does it?”
He sighs. “I don’t know why you think that.”
“Just.. Can you take me home? Please?”
“You cant go home yet.”
“Its not safe.”
“I’m a big girl. I’m sure the boogie man wont go through all that trouble to come and get me at home.”
He stands up. ”You don’t understand.”
“Then explain it to me, then,” I snap.
“Why are you so angry?”
“I’m not angry.”
I don’t know why tears are just on the brink of spilling. But the are. What the hell? Alicia does not let her emotions get out of hand. Alicia does not cry for just anything.
“Who said I was angry?”
“Did you know that you repeat things that way when you are lying?”
“How do you know that?”
“I’ve been spending ever waking moment with you for the past week. You tend to learn stuff about people in that amount of time.”
I use my hand to wipe away a stray tear, struggling to hold back all the others. My anger dispersed as quickly as it emerged, and was replaced with an overwhelming loneliness. For the first time in years, I felt like I really needed someone. And I wanted that someone to be Jacob Black, because even though I knew him for the smallest fraction of time, he still manages to learn something about me that no one besides me knew. Not even my dad. “I guess.”
He watches me, rocks back on his heals, and comes towards me, wrapping his long lean arms around me in a tight hug. For the first time, I hug him back, thinking all the while that it felt like he needed this hug as badly as I do.
“Every time you do that,” I saw into his hot shoulder, “It makes me forget what had me so stressed out in the first place.” I don’t even feel embarrassed to admit it this time, but I brace myself for his reaction.
He laughs and it shakes me. “A healing affect.”
“Yes,” I say all breathy. I frown at myself on the inside. I can’t even control the way I talk around him.
He pulls me away and holds me out by my shoulders. His fingers feel like they are melded to my skin, they are so hot. He looks straight into my eyes and I look away.
“So, how’d it go? With Bella, I mean.”
He lets go of me and his arms droop to his sides. “She’s getting married.”
“And she wants me to attend her wedding.”
“How could she expect-”
“She wants us to keep our friendship going.”
He runs his hands thru his hair.
If I had a chance to execute Bella, she would be so dead right now.