Positive. A sequel to "Are You Sure?" a story based on Stephenie Meyer Twilight

One

Often, I thought back to the first few months before I had known Jacob as I do now. I remember promising myself I would find a way to leave. Because my absence would be the best thing. For him.

And I still promised that, but not to Jacob. He didn't like it when I left to hunt. And I wasn't about to cause him pain. I was going to wait for the sign. The sign when I'd be forced to leave him. When I promised him forever now, I meant as far as I could see. And I wasn't even looking.

But there were times when I wanted to just stay, to make my promises mean something. I knew I couldn't do that, but I wanted to. 

And he was completely and utterly ignorant of that. 

Right now, I was away hunting. It was the last day before school started, and I wanted to be prepared. No more surprises, I promised myself. I was hunting with Kyle, and he was irritated with me. Because of Jacob, no doubt. But he didn't voice his... concerns aloud. Instead, he just thought them in his head. 

A filthy werewolf. A dog. I can't believe you're actually dating a lycanthrope. Ugh. He's disgusting. I'd rather see him go to hell than be with you. 

I hissed and shoved him onto the ground. "I'm not gonna put up with your prejudices anymore Kyle," I growled. 
He rolled his eyes. "You know, not all of us can control our thoughts. You'd think that you would show some sympathy," he said, jumping off of the ground. 

"And you'd think, for someone as inadmissible as you are, you'd be more empathetic."

Kyle scowled. 

"You don't have to be happy with my choice. But I would appreciate it if you'd tolerate him. You don't have to be nice, but treat him like he exists. We're not gonna be here for much longer anyway, and he's not gonna be able to come with us. And then," I swallowed, but couldn't seem to make my words come out anymore.

"This is a dangerous game you're playing," Kyle pointed out.

I frowned but said nothing. 

Kyle put his hand on my shoulder. "Maia, you know I don't really like him, but I know he makes you happy. And I want that for you. You deserve it. But you can't run from happiness. You're just gonna make both of you miserable. And you'll just end up coming back. Maia, you're my sister, and I'm not gonna let you ruin your life. If you want to leave, fine. But you'll end up coming back, and by then it might be too late."

"Thank you, Kyle," I said, placing my hand on his cheek. 

I stepped back. "Should we go?" I asked.

"Probably. I'll bet Katie will be happy I'm home early. It's only eleven."

I nodded. We turned in the direction of our car. The warm august air blew in our faces. It smelled nice, like fall leaves and dandelions. We'd be home in less than an hour. I would just have to hope Jacob was still awake.

I knocked on the door of the red wooden house in La Push. 

"Come in," I heard Jacob's father say inside.

I opened the door and walked through. Jacob's father was sitting on the shabby sofa watching a movie. The 2006 version of 300. It was a spartan movie, and it wasn't bad. 

"Hey. Do you know where Jacob is, Mr. Blackwater?"

"Oh hey, Maia. Please, I told you to call me Charlie. He's not home right now."

"Do you know where he is?"

"He said something about going on an extra patrol tonight. Because he had nothing better to do, his words, not mine."