I sat in sixth period English, wishing for the bell to go. I couldn't wait to get out of school. Outside the blue sky was endless, the sun was shining brightly and everything had an air of summer.
Ring ring!
I jumped out of my seat, grabbed my books and ran from the room with a quick goodbye to my two best mates Christine and James.
Running out of the school I spotted the Volkswagen Rabbit parked in it's usual spot. I skipped up to it and opened the door.
"Hi Jake!" I said, sliding into the seat. Jake was sitting in the driver's seat wearing jeans and a white sleeveless shirt with the buttons open. He smiled at me and started the car. As we sped off down the street Jake turned to talk to me.
"So how was school?" He asked.
"Ugh," I replied, "Awful." I said. Jake laughed. I loved hearing his laugh; his big booming laugh always made me smile.
"W-w-why?" He managed to say between laughs. I mock punched him on the arm, pretending to be in a huff.
"Oh come on Nessie…" Jake said, putting his warm arm around my shoulders, "I was only joking!" I smiled and took hold of his hand. Not in a romantic way though. Mum always told me Jacob was a very good friend to her and they used to be like us now.
"It's nothing really," I admitted, "We got tons of homework, I was the first out in dodgeball, Harry Porter snapped my favourite pen and I got in trouble for hitting him back." Jake laughed again.
"Aww," he said, mock sympathetic, "Which pen was it?"
"My favourite one," I repeated, "The wooden one you made me for my last birthday." Jake was quiet for a moment.
"I can make you another," he suggested. I shrugged my shoulders.
We rode in silence.
Jake Black was my best friend, and my mother's before me. He was always there for me; in fact he'd been here for my whole entire life. Mum tells me a lot about her past, her human life, the difficult year without Dad and how Jake had always been there for us when we needed him. He'd been my nanny, my play toy and now my best friend. I could tell him anything.
Jake met me everyday after school. We'd go back to the Cullen's or we'd drive back to La Push or we'd just go for a drive in the mountains. What ever we did, we always had fun.
A year after the Volturri had come to the clearing to see me, we moved away from Forks and to a place a few hundred miles east. It was great. I had a new school, new friends and a new house. Jake travelled with us. He stayed in a house that Carlisle had bought for him just down the road. Every weekend he would travel back to La Push to see Uncle Billy and Auntie Sue. They'd been together for 9 months now. Jake always said he knew it was going to happen ever since Harry's death and Billy going round there every day to comfort her and help her with Leah and Seth. Leah and Seth stayed home now, better behaved than they were before, still part of Sam's pack but somehow still slightly separated.
Anyway, today was different. We sat in the car for an hour. Jake was driving somewhere we'd never been before. Whenever I asked him where we were going, he always smiled and didn't answer. When we stopped halfway Jake filled up the Bunny (my nickname for his car. He hates it though) and I went to get changed in the toilets. I pulled out a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and waistcoat. I quickly got changed out of my jeans and jumper and then ran outside.
Jake was sitting on the bumper of the car, clutching two rapidly melting ice-lollies. He smiled and raised his eyes at me when I walked towards him.
"What?" I asked, throwing my bag through the door, "What was that look for?" Jake smirked and handed me the lolly.
"Nothing," he laughed. I pouted, "You look cute when you do that!" Jake teased. I smiled and took the lolly.
"Let's go then!" Jake said enthusiastically. We hopped in the car and drove away again.