The Consequences {Jacob Black}

Chapter III: Jake's Point of View

I pulled up to Annie's house in plenty of time to get us there, glaring at the silver Volvo parked on the street. I wasn't the Cullen's biggest fans, but I was nothing compared to my dad. He hated them with a passion I didn't even know was possible. Sometimes I think all the story-telling he and my mom did when I was a kid went to his head. Besides, in order for those legends to be true, the Cullen's would have to be at least a hundred-years-old.

I honked three short times, so she'd know it was me and stepped out of the truck. When winter hit, I would wish that the passenger opened. Screw it, I always wished the passenger door would open. If that door worked, my life would be completely different. "If you took any longer we were going to be late," I said. Annie didn't answer, just jumped on in the truck.

"What were you doing?" I asked. Normally, she was sitting on the stoop, waiting for me to pull up.

"Hating on the Boyfriend," she said. He wasn't good for Bella; we both knew that. There was something off-putting about him, something that made me want to take Ryanne as far from him and keep her with me.

"I don't like him either but you don't see me hating on him," I simply said. Annie had enough hatred for him without me helping her. I tousled her hair, watching the dark brown curls wrap around themselves in the cutest way.

"Okay, one: my hair is curly and unruly enough without you doing that and two: you have a thing for Bella; of course you don't like him," she said, running her hands over her hair in a point attempt to fix my mess.

I rolled my eyes before I thought about her words. I did like Bella; I had since I was a kid. But I didn't know her that well. Even when we were kids, Annie was more fun. Annie was the one who would jump out of the trees or swim too far out in the ocean just to get away from me. She was the reason that I had broken all the bones that I had. She was the person that I could talk to about everything.

I saw a sly little grin on her face. She thought that she had won. I wished she would learn that she never wins. I won when we were kids and I would win now. The only difference was that I didn't need to gloat about it now. She turned her face out the window, watching the trees blur past us.

She was so beautiful; so different from her sister. She had blue eyes that looked like those pictures of the Hawaiian oceans. I think she got them from her mom, but I had only met Renee once. All I really knew about her was that she was a little crazy and Annie wasn't exactly her favorite person. I watched her chew on the inside of her cheek, her hand running through her hair before setting on the strap of her bag. I wondered how she managed to brush her hair some days. It looked like it had a mind of its own. Her rough, calloused hands wrapped around the fake leather strap of her bag. I remembered when I gave that stupid thing to her.

We had been in Port Angeles, just escaping the quiet town environment for a little. Annie had a thing for old, traditional looking things. When I saw her eyeing it in the antique store, I knew I needed to get it for her. The lady informed me what a caring boyfriend I was. I fought the urge to laugh at the comment. Annie and I weren't together.

When I gave it to her for her fourteenth birthday, she had been so surprised that I'd bought it after so many months. She still didn't know that I'd bought it there, with her just around the corner. She ran at me and kissed me hard on the cheek, sending a tingling through my body.

Her quiet sigh brought me back to the present. I smiled as I saw her eyes light up. Annie was the master, or I guess mistress, of facial expressions. She could keep her face stone cold, but she could never hide her eyes. Her eyes gave away everything. The school parking lot came into view and I couldn't help but think about her start here freshmen year. She was a pale face and there were some who gave her shit for it. Annie didn't know this, but I'd put a stop to it shortly after she started school. She was here with me because she wanted to be in school with her friends. If she wanted to be teased, she could've just as easily gone to Forks.