-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.



7. Chapter Six - The Future Isn't Set In Stone.

A/N: Uhm, yes, just telling you, this is the chapter with the letter in it... Warning: This chapter contains major bitchiness and some cussing. Like, you know the word bitch. Which I said twice now. So you might as well read it.



When I went to school again, more than a week had passed. Quil had visited me sometimes, giving me my homework and the latest gossip, though I suspected he was also checking up on me to see I hadn’t caught the Sam Disease. Leah had practically lived with me. I had gone from terrible sadness and crying fits to numbness, and I couldn’t keep playing hooky forever. But I still waited until I was certain. I waited until Jake had come back, and until I knew for sure he’d become one of them. He did.

There was only Quil picking me up when I went back. While we were walking, there was a ghastly, unusual silence. None of us said what we were both thinking: we were on our own now. Jake and Embry were on the other side now, they were with Sam. And there was no way they were ever coming back.

“He came back to school yesterday,” Quil said after a while, his voice serious. I felt close to breaking down, but I just straightened up my shoulders and nodded.

“I’m guessing you were still sitting alone?”

“Well, Leah actually sat with me and we talked about how much we hated Sam, but yeah.”



“He texted me yesterday,” I said. “So I suspected it.”

Quil stopped. “He did?”

I nodded, tears in my eyes. “He broke up with me.”

“Via text?”

I nodded.

It had been short, and to the point, and totally not Jake. But I actually might have to thank him because it made me realise that the person  love might just be dead already. There was a new Jacob now, and I wasn’t in love with him. So he couldn’t break my heart. It was fairly easy. So I decided to go back to school, maybe slap him, and get on with my life. If he went on like this, chances were that it would actually be way better than his.

“That fucking asshole.”

I looked at him. “He’s your best friend.”

“He used to be, yes. When he was still Jake. And that’s the only reason why I’m not saying anything worse.”

“Leah said she saw him with Bella Swan.”

He nodded. “I really feel like punching him in the face, but what with him looking all buff now as well and all dark and angry, I might actually die.”

I hugged him.

It took him a while, but then he hugged me back.

“What was that for?” He asked when I let go and started walking again.

I smiled at him, the sad excuse for a depressed smile that was the only thing I had managed to do for a week.

“It’s the thought that counts.”

“You should know, Psychic Girl,” he joked.

I nodded solemnly.

School was horror. I had Quil, and of course, Leah, but I almost died in English and Lunch. And everywhere I went, people kept whispering. Of course it didn’t help that Jake and I had disappeared and come back at about the same time. But what really seemed to have them think was the fact that we were obviously broken up. At Lunch, I kept sneaking glances at the Hall Monitor Table. Jared and Kim were snogging, Jake was looking depressed and angry—Quil had been right—and Paul kept shooting me glances that were almost apologetic. He reminded me of someone, someone I couldn’t quite grasp.

When I sighed for the three hundred and fifty-second time, Leah huffed and got up.

“Fuck you, Jacob Black!” she screamed, and then sat down again as if nothing had happened. To me, it hadn’t.

School was eventless apart from that. My life was eventless.

It sucked.

When I came home, there was a letter in the mail for me. It didn’t have a return address, and my name was written in an amazingly beautiful cursive. In it, there was only one piece of paper, with only one line written on it in the same handwriting as on the envelope.

The future isn’t set in stone. Things change. Take it from someone who knows.


Nayeli - I Love You


The next day, I decided to pay Isabella Swan a visit.

Well, actually Leah decided to make me pay Isabella Swan a visit, and I suspected she only did so she could hit the girl in the face.

I hated Isabella Swan as well right now, and I had never hated anyone before, so that was quite new for me, but I still didn’t want anyone to punch someone else, so I came with her.

Her house was okay, but not even nearly as nice as ours, or the Clearwaters’, let alone the Blacks’. It was just tiny, and old.

Leah’s truck came to an abrupt stop, and she mumbled an apology. Not that she had to; everyone knew her car had its own will. It was evil, Samantha was. Yes, her name was Samantha.

“Okay, d’you reckon she’s there?” Leah whispered.

“Why do I have the feeling you do this quite often?”

She shrugged, grinning. “It’s good to have some of the old you back. And FYI, this is not illegal, I checked.”

I rolled my eyes, but had to giggle.

“Okay, let’s go.”

I held her back. “Are you going to hit her? You’re going to hit her, right?”

She avoided my eyes. “Maybe…?”

I shook my head. “Please don’t hit the girl, it might make her face prettier and we don’t want to give her the chance.”

She laughed and I shrugged innocently. “I mean, it can’t possibly get worse, can it?”

“This break-up has made you slightly more bitchy and evil, I like it,” Leah grinned. “You’re a way funnier person now that you speak your thoughts. Though…” She rubbed her chin. “I think the normal filter has always been missing for you, it’s only that you’re mind isn’t all sunshine and blowjobs anymore. You should keep it that way. You’re a natural at hating on people.”

“I don’t know if that was a compliment, but for some reason I still feel flattered.”

“Trust me, it was. You’re hilarious.”

We grinned at each other.

“So, to take the gun?” Leah broke the silence and we burst into a fit of giggles.

When we rang the doorbell—without gun, in case you were wondering—we could barely contain our laughter. I couldn’t believe what I had missed all these years. Being a total bitch was fun.

I could see Isabella Swan peeking though the window in the door; as if we couldn’t see her. I waved. The shock on her face was evident, and I nudged Leah who laughed at the sight. Then the face disappeared altogether. Silence.

“Does she actually think we’ll believe that she’s not there?” I asked after a while.

Leah shrugged. “That’d prove that she’s not only ugly but dumb as well.”

I kicked the door as this was louder and didn’t hurt my hands as much.

“We’ve seen you, you know.”

I could hear footsteps and after a minute, the door was opened.

She looked just like I had remembered her, only slightly worse. Still a bit corpse-like, with dark shadows under her eyes. Had nobody ever told her about concealer? I had anaemia, so I always had shadows under my eyes, but I owned make-up. But hey, maybe she wanted to scare little children. Her hair looked very haystack-like, even though she didn’t have the problem of frizz that Leah and I fought every day. She was thin, almost too thin. Geez, woman. She could be really beautiful (still a bit ordinary-looking, but quite pretty) if she did half of what normal people did every day, yet she decided to look like a bag of potatoes. Oh, classy, score for you, lady.

“Are you Isabella Swan?” Leah asked.

“Obviously,” she answered.

Oh great.

“Well, I hope you remember me, I’m the girlfriend of the guy you use as your slave. Though I think you call it ‘best friend’.” I actually used are quotation marks. So old-school.

Isabella just nodded numbly.

“Boom,” Leah giggled.

“Listen, I really don’t have anything against you personally, apart from the fact that you seem to think people will like not having to send their children to Haunted Houses at Fun Fairs anymore if you’re around, but hey, to each their own, and I guess you could really be a nice girl if you weren’t as much of a manipulative bitch as everyone knows you are, but what I’m really here for is Jake and you being a bitch to him because I couldn’t help but notice him hanging out with the Hall Monitors lately and screwing up his life and TBF, I don’t really have anything to do with it anymore, I suppose, considering he broke up with me and all, but I was really wondering if you were purposefully destroying other people’s relationships just because your boyfriend grew tired of you—which, I’m sorry, honey—is no big surprise if you were looking like this around him as well, or if it is merely a  coincidence that it has always looked as if you weren’t really happy with you not being the first violin in the orchestra of Jacob’s life anymore and that now he’s not talking to me anymore, and now you can talk.” She had tried to get a word in multiple times while I was talking, but I hadn’t let her.

“It’s really rude to interrupt other people,” Leah piped in.

We fist-bumped without even having to look. Yeah, that’s how badass we were. Jokes.

Isabella Swan’s eyes grew wide.

“So he broke up with you?” she asked.


“Can we just assume that yes, he did, and you really shouldn’t dig into it too much?” Leah hissed.

“He told me yesterday that he basically never wanted to see me again and that our friendship was over. I even said some pretty borderline things about you because I thought you were the reason,” Isabella explained.



“Well, believe me if I say I’ve said more than just borderline things about you, bitch,” Leah growled. I elbowed her.

“So you weren’t even slightly pissed at the fact that he had a girlfriend way prettier than you?” she asked.

I rolled my eyes, smiling.

“Well, I never really liked the idea of you, you’re a bit too preppy for him, if you ask me,” Isabella answered. At least she was honest. Okay, you probably know I was lying, that was so out of order!

“I don’t think you fit too well,” she continued, “So it’s not a big surprise that he dumped you, and I think he’s more into the serious type.”

“Oh, like you, I bet,” Leah murmured.

“And you remind me of someone I really don’t like at the moment, and I told him that, but I don’t think that’s the reason he broke up with you, because he’s too stubborn a person to do that even if he knows it’d be better.”

Leah turned to me. “Can I smack her?”

I nodded, my mouth open. The truth’s a bitch, huh?


Before anything else could happen, Leah had hit Isabella Swan flat in the face. She pulled her hand back and shook it out, a disgusted look in her face.

“I really need to wash my hands now, can we go?” she asked.

I just nodded, trying to hold in a smile.

Isabella was staring at us, holding her bloody nose.

“Don’t worry, it’s not broken,” Leah said. “We didn’t want to improve her face, we agreed to that.”

The girl nodded slowly, and suddenly closed the door really quickly. I could hear her running away and burst out in giggles.

“I’ll probably cry about what she said later, but I loved that!” I high-fived Leah, and she grinned.

“I was serious, though, can I please wash my hands? I touched her face!” she exclaimed.

I nodded, still giggling, and we went to Leah’s car.

“You know,” I said when we got in, “I really don’t get why they’ve got Billy’s old fugly truck as a decoration here.”

Leah shook her head. “It’s Sluggabella’s car.”

I gawked at her. “For real?”

Leah nodded and started to reverse.

Suddenly I got an idea. I knew those old retro Chevys, and I knew the engine was totally rebuilt by Jake, because otherwise there was no way that thing would still be on the streets. And I had seen Jake rebuild engines.

“Wait,” I said and jumped out of the car. I took the screw-driver from the backseat and snuck back to the house, leaving a confused Leah behind.

When I came back, I was grinning.

“You actually just trashed her car.” Leah said.

I shrugged. “He new BFF Jacob could probably fix it, to be fair.”

We were laughing all the way home.


Fact: Alice has always liked cars and tinkers around with them every time she can, but she isn't allowed to drive yet.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...