Jessica

The ponytail. Jacob tattooed into the room. After a moment of surprise when I noticed the newcomer, despite trying to suppress, my heart can not avoid the feeling of insecurity. Edward was obviously upset, and he became irritated. His face regretted when I met my eyes. He growled quietly. - What a courtesy! Edward said harshly: "He wants to talk to you." Quickly, Jacob appeared at our side, embarrassed and misunderstanding clearly on his face. "Ah, Bella, I'm hoping to see you here." His voice did not look that way, though his smile was as warm as ever. Hi Jacob - I smiled back. - What is going on? - Can I interrupt? - He asked probe, and the first glance at Edward. I was surprised to realize that Jacob did not need to look up. Certainly the boy had risen fifteen centimeters since the first day I met him. Edward kept his cool face, not showing any kind of attitude. His only answer was to lightly set me on the ground and step back. "Thanks," Jacob said mildly. Edward just nodded silently, gazing at me for a moment and turning his back. Jacob put both hands on my waist, and I put my hands on his shoulder. God, Jake, how tall are you now? The boy slightly raised his face a little, reply: - One meter eighteen eight. We are not like dancing - my leg is the cause of this. We just shook and shook to the music. Well okay. The boy's recent spit has made him awkward, and Jacob may not be a great jumper like me. - Now, how are you determined to come here today? "I asked, not really concealing my curiosity. However, through Edward's recent attitude I was also dimly guessed somewhat. "Believe me, Dad gave me twenty dollars to attend the ball with you," Jacob confessed, his face unconcealed. - Oh, I believe - I whispered to him - Well, at least I hope you find joy. Do what you like - I'm teasing, eyes on a bunch of girls standing on the back wall look not much different with a color-coordinated drawing. - Wellgg - Boy sighs - But she have you dance Speaking then he looked down, caught my surprised stare - both of us turned away, embarrassed. "She is so pretty," Jacob commented sheepishly. - Ummm, thank you. But why did Billy tell you to come here? I asked quickly, though I knew the answer in the first place. Jacob flew down when the subject was changed. He turned his face away, his mood seeming rattling. - Dad said this is a "safe" place to talk to her. I swear that my "old man" has already mumbled. I smiled weakly at the boy's laughter. "Anyway, Daddy says if you pass on to me, I'll give you the main cylinder you need," Jacob admitted with a wry smile. "Then tell me. I want you to finish your car - I smile back. At least Jacob did not believe in these three legends. This makes my situation a little easier. Leaning back against the wall, Edward was watching my attitude, not showing any emotion. I saw a girl in her sophomore year, dressed in a pink dress, shy Look at Edward, but he does not seem to know her existence. Jacob turned away again, embarrassed: - Do not get upset, okay? - I never get angry with you, Jacob - I reassured him - Just like you never miss Billy. I say what I was told. - Ummm, this is so dumb, I'm sorry, Bella ... Daddy I want you to break up with your boyfriend. Dad forced me to use the sentence "I beg you" - He shook his head in anger. - Your father is still superstitious? - Yes. Dad was ... exaggerating the case of a fatal fall in Phoenix.My father did not believe- Jacob stopped, hesitated. My eyes darkened. - You fell so real. "I know that," Jacob answered quickly. - He thinks Edward has done something to hurt her - That was not a question, and even though he promised, but I was up to his neck. Jacob still did not look into my eyes. We did not even sway with the music anymore, even though his hands kept on my back, and my hands were still around his neck. Jacob, I know you Billy probably will not believe this, but you just need to know - Now the boy turns to look at me, an inevitable reaction due to his tone of voice. Of course - it was Edward who saved me. Without Edward and his father, she was dead. "I know," Jacob admitted briefly, but it seemed like he was just mortified by my sincere words. Absolutely rightBilly's arguments are more convincing than mine, at least so. "Jacob, I'm sorry to have to come here to do this - I keep saying - Anyway, I'm just doing my job, are you saying that right? - Yes - he whispered again. The eyes look away, sad ... - What else? I asked again in disbelief. - I forgot all of it - Jacob muttered - I will find work and earn money for it. I kept staring at Jacob until he bent down to look at me. "What do you mean by that, Jacob?" - It is OK. You keep telling me - I encourage. - Okay ... but it's alright. Jacob badly shook his head - Dad told me, alright, alerted me that ... this is my father's statement, not mine. - Saying here, he let go of one hand from his belt. I, draw a quotation mark in the air: "Your whole family will follow." - He carefully cautiously reacted to my reaction. Like a saying in Maphia. I laughed out loud. - I feel sorry for you to do this too, Jake - I said in a giggle. - I'm fine - Jacob grinned innocently. His eyes went quickly over my dress - so, will you tell my dad that you do not like that? - he asked cheerfully - no - I sigh - I told my father thank you. I know you worry about me. The song ends, I let my hand down. Jacob's hands were still hesitant at the waist he had not left, he glanced at me, smiled: - Do you want to dance again? Or you take me out of here? Suddenly Edward interjected, answering that question for me: - Okay, Jacob. This is my story. The Indian boy flinched, staring at Edward uncertainly standing beside us. "Well, I do not see you there anymore," he murmured. "But I'll see you soon, Bella." Jacob backed away, waving goodbye in a forced manner. - Oh, I'll see you again. The next song started again, Edward's arms wrapped around me. The scale of the song is a little high for the dance, of course, to me it is not difficult. I leaned my head on his chest, satisfied. - You feel better? "I asked teasingly." No, "Edward replied shortly. "Do not be mad at Billy." I sighed. "He's just because his daddy just gave it to me. Also, nothing else. "He was not angry with Billy," he said quickly. "But his son made him angry. I lean back slightly to look up at him. His face is very serious. - What happened? - First he made him break promise. I stare at him, do not understand. He laughed half his mouth. - First, I promised that tonight will not leave me half a step - he explained. - Oh, no, that's forgivable. - Thanks. But there's another one - Speaking of this, Edward frowns again. I patiently wait. - He dared say I was pretty - He continued, his eyebrows coughing more - It's almost an insult to look like this. I'm even more beautiful. I laughed out loud. - I do not think so. His eyes know that. We stammered again, my feet still on his feet as he hugged me against his body. - Now can you tell me the reason for this evening? I confess my doubts. He bent over to me, hesitating; I just stare at the paper wreath hanging on the wall. Edward thought for a moment, then suddenly, he shifted, spinning me in the crowd to return to the door. I soon realized that

Jessica and Mike were dancing together, they were staring at me curiously. Jessica waved at me, and I smiled back. Angela was also nearby, looking happy in the arms of Ben Cheney; She did not take her eyes off his friend ... she was a little lower than her. Lee danced with Samanthan, and Lauren, in Conner's arms, was staring at us. Now, I was able to recognize the names of each face in this rotation. Finally, he and I came out of the door, in the dim light, the cool air of an evil afternoon about to extinguish. There were only two of us, and he pulled me up, pulling me out of the dark lanterns, toward a bench covered by ivy. He sat down, nurturing me in his lap. The moon began to rise, his face white in mercury-colored light. His lips were rigid, his eyes filled with sorrows. - How are you doing? - I said softly. I do not care about that question, the rhyme staring at the silver moon - afternoon ... - he murmured - ... Another day is passing again. The day is so beautiful, it is the end of the ... - There is something that never ends - I muttered in the throat, suddenly felt stress. Edward sighed. - I took you to the ball - He said slowly, finally ch