At First Sight

Twilight - rewritten from Jacob's perspective

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Chapter 8: Accident

I was totally bummed out. I couldn't explain why this bothered me as much as it did. Maybe it was because she was the first girl that I had clicked with. I was so quiet at school the next day that Quil and Embry hounded me until I reluctantly told them the whole story. They were both sympathetic in their own way. Embry kept telling me that there were more fish in the sea, while Quil actively tried to point out the specific fish that he thought would suit me.

"How about Helen?" Quil asked as he turned to give her a completely non-subtle once-over. "She's been checking you out forever. She would totally date you."

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help taking a peek. Helen was quite pretty, but then I remembered the extremely awkward conversations that we in History last week. I couldn't imagine having to spend a whole evening talking to her - the awkward pauses, her prattling on about things I wasn't interested in – it just sounded like torture. It wasn't like with Bella ... I cut off that thought mid-sentence.

"Okay, fine, fine. I agree, she's kinda blah," Quil acknowledged as he swiveled around in his seat to better scope out the cafeteria. "How about that girl in math who is always asking to borrow your notes? What's her name? She’s hot!"

"Leslie," Embry offered helpfully. He turned to me and said seriously, "She's definitely into you. I mean, I've seen your notes and they suck. I wouldn't have asked for them twice."

"Does she look like my type?" I responded, jerking my head at Leslie who was painting her fingernails a silvery pink while gossiping with her friends at the lunch table. I was not into high-maintenance.

"No offense, dude, but your type is kinda boring," Quil shrugged. "I really don't know what you see in Bella. I mean, I guess she's pretty in that girl-next-door kind of way, but you can't tell me that Leslie isn't way hotter."

I sighed. There were things that Quil would never understand.

"Okay, I get it. What about Kim? She might be boring enough for you," Quil suggested.

"Please. She's been in love with Jared since 1st grade. I don't think she even knows any other guys exist," Embry reminded him.

"Well it's not like Jared knows she exists," Quil interjected. "And he could do so much better."

"Thanks," I replied sarcastically as I pulled out my math binder. I figured that doing anything else was better than having to listen to any more of this.

"No offense, man, but the guy is cut! And he didn’t used to be. I should ask him about his workout routine ..."

I tuned out as Quil started to give us the latest scoop on his own workout regimen - which was far as I could tell - had made zero difference. But I wasn't going to tell him that.

When I got home from school on Monday, Charlie’s police cruiser was sitting in our driveway.  Panicked that something might have happened to Billy, I burst into the living room to find Charlie -asleep on our couch. Based on the empty bottles of beer lying around, he was probably half-drunk as well.

“Bella left last night,” Billy said softly. “She returned to Phoenix.”

“What?” I breathed in sharply. “That doesn’t make any sense … “

“She said that she hated Forks and didn’t want to put down any more roots here,” Charlie interrupted as he opened his eyes. His voice was rough with emotion and exhaustion. “She said that she didn't want to make the same stupid mistake as Renee had and end up trapped in this stupid boring town.”

“But … but...” I sputtered. That didn’t sound like Bella at all. I may not have known her that well, but I knew that Bella would never intentionally hurt anyone. Especially not someone she loved. And she loved Charlie. Something else had to be wrong. This was completely out of character.

I opened my mouth to protest but Billy shook his head. I took another look at Charlie who was staring off into space as he fiddled with the beer caps sprinkled across the table. I nodded as I put my stuff down and quietly left for the garage.

I couldn't believe that she had left. That she had been that unhappy here. I had seen no signs of it at all. At the beach, she had seemed thrilled and excited. And this past week, I flashed back to the memories of her excited, flushed, happy face from hanging out with the Cullen kid. It didn't make sense.

I worried suddenly that Charlie didn’t know the whole story. Maybe there was something else going on that was forcing Bella to run away. Maybe the Cullen guy did something to her. I couldn’t stop thinking about it over the next few days, replaying all of my interactions with her to try to glean some understanding about her decision to leave. But nothing made sense.

On Thursday night, as I sat in my room slogging through homework, I heard Billy answering a frantic call from Charlie.

“Calm down, calm down. I can’t understand you … What?!! …. Is she okay? What happened?”

I tore out of my room. Billy was hunched over the kitchen table; his book had slipped to the floor. His face was contorted in panic and his left hand was gripping the table hard. I felt my stomach drop. I was right. There was something fishy about this whole disappearance.

“What happened,” I demanded frantically, but Billy waved his hand at me to keep quiet.

“Okay … okay … Who found her? … WHAT?!!” Billy was almost shouting now, “But why were they there? … Uh huh … Uh huh …Charlie, you’ve got to go down and see her … No, I know that Renee is there but you need to be there … You know what I’m talking about! … You have to trust me on this…. Okay, fine! We won’t talk about this now…. I’m just glad she’s okay! Call me if there’s any news.”

Billy slammed the phone down in frustration. It looked as if his left hand was gripping the table so hard that his fingers would leave an indentation in the wood.

“What happened?” I demanded again.

“Bella had an accident in Phoenix. She fell through a window and down a flight of stairs,” he said wearily. “She’s okay, but she’s in the hospital with a broken leg and some severe bruises and cuts.”

“How on earth did that happen?” I mean, Bella was clumsy, but I didn’t know if she was that clumsy.

“She said it was an accident,” he said, but I could tell that he didn’t believe it. “She was going to visit the Cullens when she tripped.”

“The Cullens?” I was shocked now. “What were they doing in Phoenix?”

“According to Charlie, the boy was there to beg Bella to reconsider moving and his father accompanied him,” Billy explained. He looked away suddenly, his eyes hard and calculating.

My mouth was open in surprise. I didn’t quite know what to make of that. “Well if Charlie wants to go down and see her, but doesn’t want to fly, maybe we can go with him this weekend. I can share the driving so it won’t be too bad.”

Billy’s head snapped up. “No, no! I forbid you to visit her.”

“What do you mean you forbid me to visit her?!!” I stared at him in shock. My dad had never forbid me to do anything before. I couldn’t believe how worked up he was about this. And he wasn’t even worked up in the right way.  He didn’t even seem concerned about the fact that Bella got hurt. All he cared about were the damn Cullens. “What is wrong with you?”

“Nothing, just go to your room Jake. I need to talk to the elders.” Billy grabbed the phone again and pushed away from the table to toll himself away from him.

“Are you kidding me? What does this have to do with them?” I asked angrily, following him into the living room.

“Just go, Jake.” Billy roared as he motioned for me to leave the room.

I stumbled back into my room and slammed the door in anger. The old man was losing it. There was no other explanation. He had officially lost all his marbles. He had always been superstitious, but this whole Cullen thing was getting out of hand. He was getting ridiculously paranoid about them. I half considered googling Dementia or Alzheimer’s, but the thought was too depressing.

I could hear him through the wall on the phone with someone, so I tried to listen through the door but all I could hear were nonsensical snippets around treaties and wars and other crazy stuff.  I could tell that the other person was telling him to calm down though and I was relieved to hear that it was working. At least someone was talking some sense into him. But I was surprised when I heard him say “Sam”. He was talking to Sam Uley? I had assumed he would be talking to Old Quil or Harry. What the hell was going on? I decided that I couldn’t take it anymore, so I stormed out of the house to go into the garage.

Things were still weird the next day. I could tell Billy was still edgy, waiting for Charlie to call with more news. But when he did call that night, the news was good. Bella had woken up and was recovering nicely. And the news got progressively better each day, but Billy didn't seem relieved at all.

I was too pissed to say anything, so I avoided him by spending most of my time in the garage. He knew I was pissed, but he didn't call me out on it. Which just surprised me even more. I kept waiting for him to lecture me about my behavior and yet he never did.

Bella came back to Forks shortly afterwards to finish out her recovery. Apparently, the whole running away had been a big misunderstanding and she was back to stay. Or at least that was what I interpreted from Billy's mumbled version of what Charlie told him. And Bella was back together with Cullen. Which also explained, why Billy as so unhappy with her decision.

And I was equally unhappy with the whole situation because Billy wouldn't let me go visit her - not even to give her a stupid get-well card or flowers. I couldn't believe how unreasonable he was being, but he insisted that it wasn't safe for me to go. I was pissed, but I couldn't do anything about it. I was still nowhere close to being done with the Rabbit and none of Billy’s friends would lend me a car. I was too angry to ask him how Bella was doing, so I got most of my updates from Harry via Seth. So I was more than a little surprised a few weeks later when Billy called me into the kitchen.

"I have a favor to ask of you," he said gravely as he motioned to the chair. I sat down slowly, my eyes wary as I nodded. "I want you to go to see Bella.”

'What?!" I almost jumped out of the chair. "But I've been wanting to go see her for ages and you're the one who wouldn't let me!"

"I know," he replied. "But I've changed my mind. I want you to go to talk to her."

"Is she okay? Did something happen?" I asked quickly, wondering what could have possibly brought about this turn of events.

"No no, she's okay. There's nothing wrong," he replied quickly. "I just want you to ... talk to her... for me"

I suddenly got it. I stared at him, having a hard time believing that this was actually happening. "You want me to talk to her. For you.” I sighed. I wanted to bang my head against the wall. Multiple times. But instead, I continued, “And what exactly is it that you want me to say?"

Billy looked at me calmly. "I want you to deliver a message to her from me. To ask her to stay away from the Cullen boy."

I’d like to say that I took it calmly, but I totally freaked out. "Aw, Dad! Come on. Not this again! You know, I can't do this, right? I mean, this is ridiculous!"

I got up to leave, but Billy grabbed my arm and held me in place. "It's important Jacob. It's really important."

This was freaking unbelievable. "Dad, I can't do this. You know I can't do this. She's going to think I'm a freak. Telling her to break up with her boyfriend? Come on!" 

"You can tell her it's a message from me. That you're just the messenger," he pressed on.

"Aw, come on. Like that's going to make it better. I can't do this, really. Please, I'll drive you so you can talk to Charlie yourself. Just don't make me do this."

"Charlie doesn't understand. And my conscience won't rest unless I've done my best to protect her."

"Protect her from what, dad? Are we seriously talking about vampires here? You realize that we live in the 21st century, right? You can’t walk around talking about vampires without people wanting to shut you up in a rubber-room, you know?"

"Look, I know you think I'm crazy. And that you think I've lost it. But you don't doubt that I care about you, right?" I nodded my head curtly. "And that I care about Charlie, right?” He paused as he waited for me to nod again. “And by extension, I care about Bella. I just don't want her to get her hurt."

I sighed. I couldn't believe I was actually listening to this.

Billy looked at me calmly as he continued. "I'll pay you ten bucks to go.”

"Not worth it," I dismissed it immediately.

"Twenty."

I raised an eyebrow at him. Wow, he really was desperate. "Look, dad. I'm sorry. I just can't. I would feel too stupid. And really, there's no point, because she wouldn't listen to me anyways. Please don't ask me to do this."

"If you cared about her, Jake. If you really cared, you would do what I'm asking of you."

"What is that supposed to me," I demanded angrily. "You can't keep saying stuff like that? ‘One day you'll know,’” my face contorted as I tried to mimic his voice. "How am I supposed to respond to any of this?"

"It'll all become clear one day. It really will," Billy replied with the strangest expression on his face. His eyes were dark and pained, but the rest of his face was an impenetrable mask of forced calm.s

"You're doing it again," I muttered.

"Please Jacob. Help your old man out here. Her prom is this weekend and ..."

"Wait, what?! You want me to crash her prom to tell her?! No way! Uh uh ... this is so not happening ..." I pulled away from him again to try to skirt around the table and escape through the front door.

"You can't go to the house. Charlie won't approve of what you're saying and I don't want to get him involved. I need you to talk to her in a place where he won't hear you."

"Okay, you've definitely lost it. I am not crashing her prom like some loser guy to tell her to break up with her boyfriend. I mean, I don't even have words to describe how pathetic that would make me look. I'm sorry. You'll just have to ask someone else,” I insisted emphatically as I wrenched open the door to leave.

"I'll get you the master cylinder for the Rabbit."

I was halfway across the threshold when he said that. Damnit. He had found the Achilles heel in my armor. I desperately needed that cylinder. My progress on the Rabbit had been completely stalled because I couldn't get my hands on one yet. A master cylinder cost almost $300 bucks. Which was $300 more than I had.

Seeing me hesitate, he went for the jugular. "And I'll talk to Quil Sr. about ordering some other parts for the car. I'll pre-pay for them now so you can started working on the car and then you can pay me back from your summer job."

Damnit. He was really serious about this. I was torn. I desperately wanted to see Bella. To make sure she was okay. And on top of that, I desperately wanted to finish the car. Having a car meant freedom on the rez. It would actually allow me to do things like hang out with my friends or go to Forks whenever I wanted to.

But on the other hand, what he was asking me to do was just ridiculous. I cringed as I thought of how stupid I would look. I knew she had a boyfriend, but I wanted her to at least think of me as a friend. Not some pathetic loser who couldn't take a hint.

"Think about it. You can let me know," Billy said softly as he returned to his book.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as I walked out the door.

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I'm a Twilight fan who believes that Jacob Black is better for Bella than Edward, so I wrote these Team Jacob fanfiction stories to try to convert as many people to my side as possible. :)

I've tried to stay as faithful to the original books as possible up through At the Cliffs, which is when I break off from canon and write out Eclipse the way I wish it had happened!

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