A Jacob Black Love Story

The Bet

"Mom, I'm home!" I yell as soon as I walk inside. When I don't hear no reply, I shrug.
After grabbing a jar of Nutella from the kitchen, I jog up to my room. As soon as I open the door I scream, dropping the jar of Nutella.
"We've been expecting you," two familiar voices say. Edward and Jacob. They're both sitting in chairs, wearing fake mustaches.
I don't stop screaming.
"I think I'm going deaf," Jacob mutters. "How long can that girl scream?"
Edward shoots him a glare. "It's worser on me, dog. I have better hearing than you."
Jacob growls at him and they both look at me.
"Stop screaming!"
  I pause my screaming for a second. "What's the magic word?"
They both groan. "Please stop screaming."
Even though they both ask me nicely, I start screaming again.
Jacob turns to Edward. "How are we going to get her to stop screaming?"
Edward only shrugs in response.
Honestly, you can't blame me for screaming. I mean, what would you do if you walked into your room, thinking you were going to have a nice evening eating Nutella, but then you see two lawn chairs occupied by the werewolf you broke up with and the vampire who told you that he loved you? You would start screaming, right?
Both Edward and Jacob slump in their chairs, giving me an annoyed look. I would be scared if it weren't for how silly they look. Suddenly, my screaming turns into laughter.
"Why is she laughing?" Edward asks in confusion.
  "She was screaming a minute ago," Jacob mutters. "Girls are so hard to understand sometimes."
I try to control myself, but when I look back at them, I burst out laughing. It's impossible to stop laughing because they both look crazy in a fake mustache.
"Tessa, be serious for a second," Jacob tells me.
"It's hard to take you guys seriously when you both look ridiculous," I say between laughs.
Jacob gasps. "That was very hurtful, Kitten. I think I look sexy in a mustache." He glances at Edward. "But I don't think Edward could look as sexy as me."
Edward shoots him a glare that could kill. "Says the idiot who brought these mustaches for a hundred dollars at an auction."
"Hey!" Jacob cries. "Auctions are hard to win, okay?"
"Yeah, but you could've gone to the Dollar Tree, so there goes a hundred dollar bill down the drain," Edward says with a smirk.
"Stop making me look like an idiot," Jacob snaps. "And you were supposed to be there to help me at that auction, too."
"I was not going to some damn auction that five year olds were in charge of," Edward growls.
"Hold up," I say. "If you gave five year olds a hundred dollars just for two fake mustaches, how much did you give them for the chairs?"
"He spent two hundred dollars on them," Edward says. "He claimed he only needed them for-"
"For effect!" Jacob says, defensive now.
"I had to haul these chairs into my car and drive to your house," Edward explains. "Then when this stupid mutt realized nobody was home, he made me climb in through the window and practice saying 'we've been expecting you' with him."
"For effect!" Jacob repeats.
I roll my eyes. "Why are you guys here?"
"Well, it's about this bet we made about. . .you."
"What about me?" I demand angrily.
Jacob sighs. "Who ever could make you fall in love with them first gets fifty dollars."
I clench my fists. "Get out," I hiss. "You think I'm some toy for your amusement, but I'm not. Get out."
I gasp in surprise when Jacob throws off his fake mustache, growls, and pins me to the wall in less than a second.
"You know how much I love you," he whispers, before kissing the mark on my neck. I let out a loud moan.
When Jacob pulls away, I remember that Edward is here, and I blush.
"I choose Jacob," I say with confidence. "It's always been Jacob, my puppy."
Edward looks confused. "Your puppy?"
Jacob laughs. "Tessa's my kitten."
Edward chuckles. "Bella's right. You two are really good for each other. I won't try to-"
He gets cut off my the ring of his cell phone. "Hello?"
He pauses. "Alice, where's Bella?"
Another pause, then he says, "I told you to keep her away from Victoria!"
Jacob lets out a loud growl, and I remember what he told me once: Everybody's hunting for this vampire named Victoria. Since Edward killed James, her boyfriend, she wants to kill Bella.
My eyes widen. If Victoria got Bella, then that means Bella's-
No. I can't think about it.
As soon as Edward hangs up, he crushes his phone in his hand. My jaw drops. Who would do that to their own phone?
"Bella's in trouble?" Jacob asks.
Edward nods. "Let's go."
When they walk out, I suddenly remember something.
"Hey, guys," I say. They both turn around. "Don't forget your chairs."
Jacob mutters something under his breath, and they both pick up a chair before walking out.
I run to my window, and when I see Edward's car driving away, I open my window. I have a plan.