Hello my little owlets. So I have been gone for a very long time. I am so so sorry for being MIA for the past few months but I will briefly explain because I am sure that y'all want to get to reading the chapter that I've been keeping from you for so long haha. Basically, over the summer I traveled and worked a lot so I never had time to write, and now I am in my senior year of university so I have been busy with classes, writing a lot of boring papers for my major and working. But I was rereading this story and I can honestly say that I have missed writing about Lucy and Jacob's journey together. So I am back and I am going to do my best at staying back haha. Anyway, enjoy the chapter and please leave a comment and let me know what you think.

Much love,

Owly

"You need to talk me about this Jake guy."

"No, I really don't."

"Yes, you do. I saw the way that he looked at you at the diner, Lucy. There is definitely something going on between the two of you. I can't really describe it…"

"There's nothing to talk about with Jake, so please just drop it."

"Bullshit," Conrad yelled.

I groaned, untying my black work apron from my waist and tossed it into the corner of my bedroom. There was a pile of dirty clothes beginning to manifest. Conrad let out a heavy sign and sat on the edge of my bed. The mattress springs creaked under his weight. I could feel his eyes on me as I kicked off my work sneakers and undid my braid, the blonde-bluish hair glazing past my shoulders. I looked in the full-length mirror that was hung on my closet door. The blue dye was starting to take a greenish tint. I tugged at a strand of my hair. I ignored Conrad sitting on my bed, mainly because I hoped that he would drop the conversation about Jake. I didn't want to talk about it.

The thought of going back and telling every experience that Jacob and I had so far this summer made my heart ache too much. I didn't want to hurt anymore. I didn't want to feel anything.

I was still in my own little world when Conrad yelled, "Luce!"

I jumped, startled, "What?"

"Are you going to tell me about this whole Jake situation or not?"

I sighed. "I really don't want to talk about it, Connie. The answer is no."

"Come on," He pressed softly. "This guy has come kind of hold on you. Rory mentioned that you were talking to someone but I didn't imagine it being Mr. Gigantor."

"Gigantor? You couldn't come up with a better nickname for him?"

"Ok, does Huge Fucking Asshole, sound better?" He teased.

I laughed. And it wasn't a small like a giggle but a full deep coming from my stomach kind of laugh. It almost sounded like dog's bark coming out of my mouth. Once it started, I couldn't stop. This was the first time that I had laughed since after the bonfire.

Conrad smirked, "Dang, Lucy Liz. I mean, I know I'm funny but damn."

I wiped the tears from the corner of my eyes, smiling and whispered, "Thanks, Connie."

Conrad looked at me, his blue eyes were dark in the dim lightning of my room that they almost looked black. Looking at my friend, I couldn't help but think of someone else who had similar eyes. This someone wasn't my best friend, but he was fifteen miles away with a crooked smile that made my heart race.

Jacob.

My skin turned warmed just thinking of having him in the same room. And right along with it, an ache rose in my chest

"Luce, you okay?"

I blinked and broke out of my daydream. Conrad was staring at me again, his eyebrows scrunched together in concern. There was a hint of knowing on his face.

"You were thinking about him, weren't you," He asked. I nodded my head. He sighed while I moved further back onto my bed to have my back pressed against the headboard. I brought my legs close to my body and wrapped my arms around them.

"What do you want to know," I asked. Maybe if I did talk about it, it would make the ache in my chest a little more bearable.

"What?"

I shrugged, the ache in my chest was becoming more prominent and a lump formed in my throat that made it a little more difficult to swallow. "You keep asking about him, so what do you want to know?"

"You're actually going to answer my questions," Conrad asked.

"The ones that I feel like answering."

"Fair enough."

"Are you going to ask a question or not," I snapped slightly. He made just been making such a big deal about learning more about what happened with Jake. A small part of me just wanted to get the conversation over with so Conrad would stop questioning everything.

"Ok, geeze, sorry," Connie mumbled, raising his hands defensive as he turned on the bed to face me, "First off, how did you two meet?"

"Back in June," I stated, "It was right after I got here from California. Charlie and I came to Jacob's house in La Push to have dinner with his dad. Charlie and Billy are best friends, apparently. When Jacob walked in, he took one look at me and took off like a bat out of hell. All I did was smile and say my name. It was all very odd."

"Wow, he sounds like he is a real keeper."

I glared at Conrad. "I'm not going to answer any more questions if you're going to add sarcastic remarks to everything."

"Ok, ok I'm sorry. I was just trying to make a joke."

"Well it wasn't funny."

"Ok damn, sorry. So you met him when you first got here?"

"Yes."

"And you didn't realize that he was an asshole right then?"

"Conrad, come on," I groaned.

He chuckled, shrugging. "What? I'm sorry, Lucy, but from the way that he introduced himself to me earlier today, I am not getting a good feel for the guy."

"You don't even know Jacob, Conrad," I snapped. We both glared at each other.

"I don't have to considering the effect that he has on you."

"What are you talking about?"

Conrad rolled his eyes at me, "Clearly, you care about him more than you are letting on. But he hurt you, Luce."

"What are you getting at?" I did not want to talk about this anymore. However, Conrad seemed like he was not going to let the topic drop. His hands clenched into fists as he looked at my patterned quilt. "You deserve to be happy," Con whispered, "You deserve to be with someone who isn't going to let you go. Someone that is going to love you as unconditionally as you love them. Someone who supports you in all the goals that you want to accomplish in life. Someone who loves you for all your weird habits and quirks. You deserve someone who loves you for you. I just don't think this Jacob Black guy is that person."

But he is, I thought, He is exactly the person that I want to be with. I didn't know how to describe it to make Conrad understand what it was that I was feeling. I met Jacob a few weeks ago but felt like I had known him for a lifetime. It was unsettling how well he seemed to understand just who I was.

I ran my fingers through my hair, "I get it- what you're saying Connie- but I don't know."

"What don't you know? It's easy, don't date the asshole."

"Please stop calling him that," I sighed, falling backwards onto the mattress and covered my face with my arms.

"He kissed another girl, Luce," Conrad snapped, "I don't know what else you want me to call him."

"Calling him by his name would be nice."

"Not gonna happen."

I uncovered my face and saw Conrad glaring at me. "I know you must think I am stupid but I just can't get Jacob out of my head. Conrad, I don't know why but every time I close my eyes I see him! He hurt me and he is all I can think about. I don't understand. I have never felt this way about someone before."

Conrad was quiet. Tears gathered in my eyes, thinking back to the bonfire, running into Jake and Heather kissing, wishing that I was the one in Heather's place.

"I didn't expect this to happen," I sighed, staring up at the bedroom ceiling.

"You mean you didn't expect to fall in love with someone?" He replied.

No, I didn't. I thought.

I hope y'all enjoyed the chapter! Please review and let me know what you thought! Plus anything that you think should happen or would like to see happen between Jake and Luce!

Love,
Owly