"Jacob Black - I'm not mad at you or anything stupid like that. Just wish you told me. We're friends like that, you know, best friends who tell each other secrets..."
Another day at school came to end and Jacob Black walked home. Alone. It was too bright a day for Edward to be outside. That did not matter, actually, they reserved their best work at night.
The wolf salivated at the thought of what he wanted to do to that white, skinny body.
"I never imagined I would be competing with you. You! Damn it. You never told me you felt that way. (See my point above about being friends and telling secrets!)"
What was it about Edward that he craved? The feelings were so new and different - and against everything he had been taught. Indeed, it would not be the easiest relationship to undertake. First, that they were two men. Second, that they were two races. Two very different kind of people in general.
Oh, and that business about them being werewolf and vampire.
Enemies - but, gods, that only made it hotter.
"I want to believe it was a mistake. That I was out of it and mistook the situation. I can't deny what I caught a glimpse of that Sunday. In the moonlight. On the beach."
He thanked the night...and the forest...their co-conspirators, as he sat at the bed. He dumped the contents of the backpack. A jumble of books and stuff scatted everywhere. And amid that mess he found a note.
It could not be Edward's.
He opened it.
It was Bella's.
"Yes, Jake, I know about you and Edward. I know - and now my world is chaos. Thank you all so very much. I'm not mad at either of you."
"OMG," he mouthed.
END