In the Shadows

New Moon - Part 1 - rewritten from Jacob's perspective

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Chapter 11: Movies

I spent the rest of the evening feverishly putting the finishing touches on the Rabbit. I desperately wanted my own wheels so Bella didn’t have to chauffer me around anymore. And the effort paid off because I was able to drive it over to Bella’s house Friday afternoon, surprising her when she got home from school. A huge grin lit up her face as she caught sight of me and the car.

"No way!" she shouted as she jumped out of the truck. "You're done! I can't believe it! You finished the Rabbit!"

I grinned. "Just last night. This is the maiden voyage."

"Incredible,” she praised as she held up her hand for a high five.

I slapped her hand for the high five but something made me leave it there, twisting my fingers through hers so that we were holding hands. I didn’t know what had gotten into me, where I had gotten this kind of courage from. Maybe Quil had rubbed off on me, but Bella didn’t seem to protest and it wasn’t the first time we had held hands. But somehow, this was different.

"So do I get to drive tonight?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"Definitely,” she replied letting out a long sigh.

"What's wrong?" I asked anxiously, worried she was about to tell me off about the holding her hand thing.

"I'm giving up–I can't top this one. So you win. You're oldest."

I chucked and reached up to tousle her hair a little with my free hand. "Of course I am,” I teased. Bella threw me a mock pout, but she scooted over so she could lean against the Rabbit too.

A Surburban chugged around the corner just then. I recognized it at once as the one I saw that time at the beach. Sure enough, that preppy jock was in it – Mike something or other – his parents owned the sporting goods store downtown and if I recalled correctly, he was the one with the big crush on Bella.

Bella pulled her hand out of mine abruptly. I was about to say something, but stopped myself in time. I frowned instead, worried suddenly that I had miscalculated all along. That she was ready, but that she just wasn’t ready for me.

"I remember this guy," I said softly as the jock pulled into the driveway. "The one who thought you were his girlfriend. Is he still confused?"

She raised her eyebrow as she responded, "Some people are hard to discourage."

I smiled, even though I knew that she was trying to warn me off. "Then again," I responded thoughtfully, "sometimes persistence pays off."

"Most of the time it's just annoying, though." She laughed as she rolled her eyes.

Mike slid out of the Suburban just then. “Hey Bella!” he called, but his eyes were on me, scanning me over in a way that was clearly territorial - wondering who the heck I was and what my relationship was with Bella. I greeted him with a casual grin and wave, which seemed to throw him off.

"Hey, Mike! Do you remember Jacob Black?" Bella asked, always the proper hostess.

"Not really,” Mike said curtly as he held out his hand.

"Old family friend," I said with a matter-of-fact grin as I reached out to shake his hand. I grasped it forcefully, not willing to be intimidated, and I hid my laughter when he flexed his fingers in pain when we broke apart.

The phone rang suddenly, making Bella jump. "I'd better get that–it might be Charlie," she said as she dashed inside.

Mike’s expression was sullen as he leaned back on his heels a few feet away from me. I guess he wasn’t in the mood to talk. No sweat off my back. A few minutes passed in silence before Bella came back outside with a big frown.

"Angela is sick," she said glumly. "She and Ben aren't coming."

"I guess the flu is making another round. Austin and Conner were out today, too. Maybe we should do this another time," Mike suggested, clearly not wanting to share Bella time with me.

No way, buster, I thought. Before Bella could respond, I jumped in. "I'm still up for it. But if you'd rather to stay behind, Mike–"

"-No, I'm coming," Mike interrupted. "I was just thinking of Angela and Ben. Let's go." He started toward his Suburban.

"Hey, do you mind if Jacob drives?" Bella asked. "I told him he could–he just finished his car. He built it from scratch, all by himself," She bragged as she smiled at me fondly.

"Fine," he snapped with an irritated scowl.

"All right, then," I said agreeably. I tried hard not to look too satisfied.

Mike climbed in the backseat of the Rabbit with a disgusted expression on his face as Bella hopped into the passenger seat. At first, I almost forgot about him sulking silently in the backseat. Bella and I chatted away lightly, as we always did, but halfway there, Mike seemed to change his strategy, as he leaned forward resting his chin on the shoulder of Bella’s seat with his cheek almost touching her. I watched out of the corner of my eye as Bella shifted away slightly, turning her back toward the window so she that could create some distance between her and Mike. I hid my smile. If he was my main competition, then I was in pretty good shape.

"Doesn't the radio work in this thing?" Mike asked petulantly as he gestured toward the dashboard.

"Yes," I responded. "But Bella doesn't like music."

Bella stared at me in surprise.

"Bella?" Mike asked.

"He's right," she mumbled as she looked away.

"How can you not like music?" Mike demanded.

Bella shrugged. "I don't know. It just irritates me."

"Hmph." Mike leaned back again and we rode the rest of the way in silence.

We were pretty much silent through the previews too. We had gotten to the theater in plenty of time and the action movie, Face Punch, that Bella had picked out wasn’t exactly popular, so there were plenty of seats. I had to admit that I was a little surprised at her movie pick. And it didn’t seem like she was enjoying it either, as she sat rigidly and tensely in her seat, with her arms wrapped around her through the entire first hour.

I also couldn’t help noticing that Bella, who sat between me and Mike, was leaning slightly closer to me. I chastised myself for noticing and tried to concentrate on the movie, but the movie was terrible. I couldn’t help sniggering at a particularly bad action sequence when Bella leaned over and whispered, “What?”

"Oh, c'mon!" I hissed back. "The blood squirted twenty feet out of that guy. How fake can you get?"

I chuckled again as another explosion splattered a man’s guts against a concrete wall. Bella seemed to really get into it after that, laughing along with me as the movie just degenerated into ridiculous mayhem. I would have forgotten about the jock sitting next to her, except that he suddenly pulled his arms around him and leaned forward with a low moan.

"Mike, are you okay?" Bella whispered, as the couple in front of us turned to look as Mike groaned again.

I could see the sheen of sweat across his forehead in the light from the screen. I rolled my eyes. Where did she find this yahoo? No guy worth his salt would ever get sick from watching crappy action movies. Mike groaned again and bolted for the door. Bella and I got up to follow him

"No, stay," she whispered. "I'll make sure he's okay." I ignored her as we walked up the aisle together. "You don't have to come. Get your eight bucks worth of carnage," she insisted.

"That's okay. You sure can pick them, Bella. This movie really sucks." I teased as I grabbed her hand and we walked out of the theater together.

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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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