*Jacob Black POV*
The next day I went over to the Cullen household. I went to my imprint’s room. I gently shook her.
Jacob: Cam... Camille... Babygirl... Wake up? For me.
Camille: No.
Jacob: Yes. Now, get up we have school.
Camille: Don’t care.
She gets out of bed anyway though. It caused me to laugh. Pushing me out of her room so she can get dressed. I decide to go make breakfast.
*Camille Cullen POV*
Once I finished getting ready, I went downstairs to see Jake making waffles.
Jacob: Come eat.
Camille: No thanks. Not hungry. Big dinner last night.
Jacob: You didn’t eat dinner last night.
I stomped over to the table. I was fat. Why did he want me to eat that stuff?
Jacob: Eat.
Camille: No!
Jacob: I’ll stuff it down your throat.
Camille: Do it.
I get out of my seat, taking notice to the rain that hit the window as if it was actually knocking on it. Quickly, grabbing everything I will need I dash out the house and into the cold, bitter rain. I see the bus stop where Milly and Geo are getting on.
Camille: HOLD THE BUS, MILLY!
She waits. I dash over there faster than a tiger. Leaping on. She smiles before linking arms with me as we walk to the back of the bus.
Milly: What happened? Why were you running?
Camille: Jacob... Forcing me... to eat.
Milly: You should have! Did you eat lunch?
Camille: No.
Geo: Dinner?
Camille: Fuck no.
Geo: Why not?
Camille: Alanna is right I’m fat. Food is fat. No food. No fat!
Geo: Oh.
It was silent the rest of the ride to school. I waited for them before getting off. We walked in.
Alanna: Fat ones! Slut! Whore! Ugly! You are so ugly, Camille!
We went to our lockers where Dodger was waiting. Time for a day of hell.
*Jacob Black POV*
She came home from school. Ignoring me she ran up to her room.
Edward: Go check on her, Jake.
Jacob: Okay, Edwardo.
Edward: Mutt.
I laugh walking up the stairs. I knock on her room.
Camille: Come in!
I walk in to see her on her phone texting. She sees me.
Camille: What?
Jacob: Come eat.
Camille: Never. I need to be skinny.
Jacob: You look perfect.
Camille: What are you?
Jacob: What do you mean?
Camille: Calling a child perfect, beautiful. Fucking pedofile.
Jacob: I’m not a pedofile.
Camille: Then leave me the hell alone.
Jacob: No.
Camille: LEAVE! I HATE YOU, JACOB EPHRAIM BLACK! GET OUT!
Jacob: I’m trying to help you!
Camille: I DON’T WANT SOME ASSHOLE’S HELP! WHY DO YOU CARE?
Jacob: YOU MEAN NOTHING TO ME!
Camille: THEN FUCK OFF! GO AWAY! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I WISH I WAS DEAD!
Jacob: NO YOU DON’T!
Camille: YES, I DO! FUCK OFF!
Jacob: FINE!
I left the room. Slamming the door closed.She hates me. Great...
