Naturally

Naturally (A Jacob Black Fanfic) -18-

Jeff's Diner didn't change at all. It was still tiny as ever, outdated by fifty years, and had a distinctive grease and steam smell. I gagged when I was hit with warm air as Jacob opened the doors for me. The way I was gagging someone would think I'm hacking up a hairball like cats do. Jacob patted my back roughly. I shot him a dirty look.

They guided me to the corner booth of the restaurant and let me sit in first. I'd hate to include Jacob when I say their gentlemen, certainly Seth was, but both of them were indeed polite enough to step aside to let me in. To my discomfort Jacob took the seat next to me. Damn it, I cursed in my mind. You better not plan something, I mentally hissed, sending my non-vocal message through my slits for eyes aimed right at his face.  Jacob noticed my eyes but seemed like he couldn't care less, in fact I think he enjoyed it. Bastard, I cursed again.

"Hi, I'm Katie. What would you like to drink this morning?" Our waitress said. Her heavily black lined eyes were locked on Seth and I couldn't suppress the deep growl vibrating in my throat. Her eyes diverted to my face and I saw they were wide with surprise. Jacob pinched my knee.

"Don't touch me," I hissed at him. For revenge I grabbed his thigh and squeezed with all the strength I could muster. I would grin when I felt his whole body cringe but I was too mad to enjoy it. A moment later I felt his hand swat mine away furiously. I saw his eyes flash with rage but because we had a witness he couldn't say anything. Katie watched us with bewilderment. Seth offered an awkward smile but it didn't relax her nerves, I could tell by the habit of hers of biting her bottom lip and avoiding direct contact with our eyes.

"I'll have a vanilla coffee, please. Would you mind adding whip cream with that, too?" I said first, trying to keep my face polite but my voice couldn't have been more coated with distain. Katie scribbled onto the paper pad in her hands and glanced at Jacob.

"I, uh, same, please." Katie turned to Seth now.

"I'm trying to avoid caffeine. I get shaky when I get too much of it," he said, laughing at the end. Katie was charmed of course by his boyish nature. "I will have orange juice, please. Thanks." Katie giggled when Seth winked at her and my response was rolling my eyes. Seth gave me the "tsk, tsk" motion with his fingers.

Katie prattled away and I was officially stuck with these hooligans for the next half an hour.

"Will the coffee help you get out of your bad mood?" Seth asked, teasing of course but I wasn't in the mood.

"Ouch Marisol," Jacob blurted. I peeked up at him and his dark eyes were vivid. "What the heck? I barely hurt you and you nearly ripped off a chunk of my leg. That was uncalled for." This time I did grin but without humor. 

"Who gave you permission to touch my knee?" I retorted. His lips pressed into a firm line.

"Who gave you to the right to almost tear off my skin?"

"Uh," Seth interrupted. "Were you two groping or something?" Jacob and I didn't remove our eyes from each other.

"Yes," Jacob said the same time I said "no." I glared harder.

"If that's the case," I threatened lowly. I lifted my hand and did a squeezing motion, "you won't mind if I 'grope' you again, huh?" Jacob slapped his hand on my wrist and I struggled out of it but with no prevail.

"I'd like to see you try, princess." He said just as coldly as I did. I did a double take at the nickname. He hasn't use that name in the longest time and believe me when I say I hated it with a passion.

"Don't you dare," I used my other hand and grasped it on his wrist. It's ironic how small my hands is, barely having the full circumference of his huge wrist, and yet inflict the damage I did with my nails. I may have possibly ruined my manicure but I went deep enough in his skin to make it bleed. He shook both my hands off and hugged his wrist as if it were a broken limb. A train of curses followed quietly from his mouth. Seth stared at us with concern.