Golden Hour: A Team Jacob Twilight FanFic

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It took everything in me to leave her at Emily's. The fear that she would vanish into thin air still ran rampant in the back of my head. I'd have to get back as soon as I could, after my ass-whooping from Sam and hopefully with Embry alongside us.

Quil and I jogged further away from the house and started up a thin trail in the woods.

Everything was happening way too fast. I felt like my mouth couldn't catch up with my brain, and my brain couldn't catch up with reality.

So when Quil asked, "And you're sure Liz isn't your girlfriend or anything? She's really just a friend like you told Em?" I wanted to bash my head.

"Christ almighty. No, no, no. She's not my girlfriend."

"Okay, so..."

"She's just a friend. I met her up in Canada. She's actually pretty cool once you get to know her." I dodged a low-hanging twig. "Seriously, cut the shit, Quil. You really fucking think I could have a girlfriend right now?"

We headed off the trail into a thicker, more dense part of the forest. The setting sun flashed through the leaves and moss-covered branches.

Quil told me the pack was spread out on patrol, but he knew where Sam was. Thankfully, he hasn't asked me to phase yet. I guess he figured I would want to talk to Sam first—face-to-face.

"Well, it's not just me that thought that. When we get back, you better talk to Bella and clear that up."

"What?"

"I'm pretty sure she thinks you imprinted. I mean, we both thought that. What else were we supposed to think? Like—"

I stopped in my tracks.

"What?"

Quil stopped and turned around to look at me, annoyed.

"What, you really didn't think that's how it would look? You've been gone, and you pull up with some random girl out of nowhere. Be serious. And no offense, you're not really the social type, Jake. You don't just go around making friends."

"Liz is not my imprint, and she's not my girlfriend. What did Bella say?"

"It's Bella." He rolled his eyes. "She didn't say anything."

"So how do you know she thinks that?"

He shrugged. "She doesn't hide her emotions very well."

I shook my head. "I don't get it. You're acting like you're friends with her. What are you suddenly tight with her now?"

"Well, yeah, I am. You've been gone; did you forget that?"

"Okay, but what is she doing hanging around you? I mean, he's allowing that?"

He glared at me in disbelief.

"Holy—Did you guys not talk?" He crossed his arms and snickered. "No, come on. You don't know?"

"Don't know what?"

He slapped his hand to his forehead and muttered, "Oh my God." He walked over to me. "Jake, what do you think happened? I mean, why do you think she's human?"

"I don't really know. They moved the date?"

"Jesus," he whispered. "Communication is a lost art."

"What? She married the fucker. How could she—"

"Bella is not married. I can't believe you didn't talk about this—"

"What do you mean she's not married? I watched...I saw. I was there. At the stupid fucking wedding."