-A Jacob Black Fan Fiction, actually written for something called Hater's Writing Competition-

Alice Bluebird and Jacob Black have always been one of the obvious people to date. You know, the ones where you say "Oh of course, that's because they're perfect for each other." And they're also one of these couples that are almost annoyingly sweet and seem to be able to read each other's minds, making you want to cry, or hit them.
That is why what happens shocks everyone, including them.
When Allie's boyfriend Jake breaks up with her, she is crushed. And ready and willing to kick that goddamn Isabella Swan's arse. But what she doesn't know is that she is to become a part of something big...

Note: Do not read this if you particularly like Nessie; or Bella Swan, she gets hit in the face. However do read this if you like original characters, Jacob, sarcasm, best friend scenes with Leah Clearwater, a good laugh, and soppy love stories.



8. Chapter Seven - I Hate You.

A/N: Beware, this might lead you to hating Jared.


When I went to school the next day, it was the first day that I could actually look at Jake without wanting to cry.
It was getting better.
He had made his choice, and I was slowly making mine.
I didn’t want him to break my heart again, so I was making myself climb up what I had fallen.
I made plans with Leah again, and with Quil, who seemed ecstatic that I was back. After hours of wailing and lost days of numbness, I was kind of back to normal. I won‘t deny that the fact that me wanting to be as un-Isabella as possible played a big role. I knew that she’d basically become a zombie after her Edward precious had broken up with her, and that that was where my problems had their roots, or at least I thought they did. I wanted to be an anti-Bella.
But I did feel the Hall Monitors watching me.
I felt Embry’s eyes bore into my back when I told Taylor Martin that yes, of course I’d love to do the essay project with him, when in reality I knew he just wanted to hook up with me (which I didn’t let him). I saw Jared watching me from his peripheral vision when I told Slaggy Lindsay that I, in fact, didn’t have a date for prom and sure as hell didn’t mind if she asked Jacob, he was none of my concern anymore. I knew Paul didn’t have to drive by my house on his way to and back from school and work. I was sure Kim didn’t really want to sit next to me in History (and her asking me was really obvious, she should really work on her spying technique). And my dad was perfectly capable of painting the garage himself, thank you very much, I didn’t think he’d need Sam to do that, apart from the fact that he didn’t seem to do any painting, he was just watching out that I didn’t do anything wrong.
So I basically lived an honour-daughter life, and I felt them watching my every step.
It went on like that for about a month.
And yes, it was fine, but it wasn’t really a proper life.
I just hadn’t been able to set a proper end to the whole Jake thing, and I still cried at night. Sometimes.
And I wanted that to stop.
But for that, I’d have to tell Jake what I thought, because whereas he had said something—well, texted that he wanted to break up—I never had.

*Nayeli - I Love You*

So that was why I decided to go to Jake’s, and by go, I mean walk, even though it was pouring. I still didn’t have a car.
On the way, I passed Bella Swan in her beat-up truck (apparently, Jake had managed to fix it like I'd told Leah he would), and that was when I must have slipped into the third phase of break up, at least that was what Leah had called it: anger. I was boiling. By now, I didn’t even care about the rain.
She had lied. She was still meeting him, she had never stopped.
She was probably the new me.
Jake’s girlfriend, new, older, and improved. And white.
When I reached his house, there he was, standing next to an annoyed-looking Jared and Sam. Jared caught my gaze, and turned, saying something so Sam. He looked over, shoving Jake behind him. Then he seemed to say something to Jacob, but stopped mid-sentence when I came into hearing range. I did something the normal me would’ve never done: I walked straight up to Jacob and slapped him, a girl slap that seemed to do nothing to him physically but made his eyes sad. The rest of his face was the controlled mask Sam always wore; he must have copied him. Nobody said anything. The slap hurt me, though, and I shook my hand out. Jared chuckled and I sent him a glare. Sam looked at Jake and he turned reluctantly and started walking to his garage. Sam tugged at Jared’s arm and they went inside. Jake turned for a second, looking at  me, and I almost thought I’d seen something like sadness or pity on his face before it turned to the angry mask again and he turned around.
“I hate you, Jacob Black!” I screamed at his back, and he stopped abruptly. “I hate you for what you’re doing right now, and for what you’re going to do to me, and for what you’ve already done! I hate that you made me lose my mind; I even imagined talking to a horse-sized wolf, FFS! I hate that I’m crying at night and keeping my Dad up, and I hate that I’m making Leah experience all that happened to her all over again! I hate that my hair’s a mess and I don’t even care, and that not even Shakespeare calms me down any more! I hate that I don’t even know myself anymore! I don’t deserve that, okay? I … I was a good girlfriend, okay? I was always trying to please you and everyone else as well! I even tolerated that you spent most of your time with another girl, for God’s sake! I hated her, do you know that? I hate her even more now, because you talk to her, okay, fair enough, but I’m your girlfriend, or at least I was, I don’t even know because you never talked to me to break up with me, you asshat! And now you break up with me via text? Screw you, Jacob Black, I … I hate you! I mean it!” Suddenly all my anger broke away and I broke down on the wet ground, sobbing.
“I hate you,” I whispered.
Suddenly, I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see Jake, and our gazes entwined. He stared at me for
 what seemed like eternity. He didn’t even speak, but his mouth opened and his eyes glazed over a bit, as if he was focusing on something far away when he was actually looking at me. I could see goose bumps on his arms. I felt really warm all of a sudden, and as if someone was dipping me into a whirlpool. My soaked clothes seemed to dry under his intense gaze; or maybe they even disappeared while his eyes were wandering up and down on my body. An invisible light seemed to come with the warmth; I could feel something flowing through me from the tips of my hair to my toes, making me glow.
The longer I stared into his eyes, the more I just didn’t feel anything, but it wasn’t the numbness from before, it was more like a comfortable 
emptiness to make room for his feelings, and him. I was disappearing in his dark pupils.
“I … I adore you,” he said hoarsely.
And then, everything went really fast.
Jake pressed me to him, and I heard the door of his house open.
“Jacob!” Sam called. “Let the girl go and come here!” there was a certain authority in his voice that I felt washing over me, but it didn’t affect me. I could feel that it affected Jake, so I pressed his hand until I felt it going away.
I saw Billy appear behind Sam and Jared. “I told you she was.” He said smugly.
“She’s a Half Blood,” Sam spat out the word. “She’s even related to one of them. She can never be.” That was a pretty low blow, even for him.
“Leave her. Alone,” Jake sneered, his grip on me tightening. He pushed me behind him a bit and wasn’t even hugging me anymore. He was protecting me.
“You don’t even know about that. I thought I told you to leave her alone.”
“And I told you to do the same, but apparently, you can’t.” Sam said. Jared snickered.
“You better shut the hell up, Jared!” I could feel Jake starting to shake, but I was too dazed to do anything. What had just happened? What was still happening?
“Alice, you might want to step away from Jacob now,” Billy said lightly, and as if that was his cue, Jake released me, gently pushing me away a bit.
“Leave the Hókwat’ (paleface) breed, Jake, stop lying. She can’t be it, we all know, and now stop being an idiot.” Jared sneered.
“Oh,” Jake said, stepping forward. He was shaking madly now. “You should really apologise to my imprint, or I might just have to make you, asshole.” Hey, I was an imprint. What was an imprint?
“Pretty crappy imprint, if she is.”

“Oh, we’re talking about yours now?”
That seemed to have been a low blow as well, because Jared bared his teeth. “You’re on, loverboy.”
Billy sighed. “And here they go.”
The boys ran towards each other, and just when I thought they’d crash, both transformed … into wolves. Horse sized wolves.
Oh God.
Oh God.

Fact: Alice is fluent in Quileute (as are all the wolves--of course--and the Old Families), even though she's "only" a Half Blood, because tradition is very important to her dad, and to her as well. She can even coook traditionally and is the best girl her age in everything traditional Quileute --it's her way of "making up for her blood" so she won't get as much shit from people. She still gets called out for her pale skin and being half a paleface, and that hurts her very much. Jake once beat up a guy for calling her a Half Blood, and after that, nobody did anymore.
Sorry, that was long.

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