Grace [On Hold]

Chapter 8

Warning: There is plenty of 'choice words' used. Read at your own risk... :)

"Jacob?" Fuck. He heard. He heard everything I was saying, he followed the wolf and found me. Fuck. I'm screwed. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Grace you shouldn't be out here. A wolf just rounded this corner and could have attacked you."

Oh my Goddess. I almost had a heart attack. He doesn't know it was me. "Really? Holy, I guess it missed me because I didn't see a wolf. I guess I'm lucky, huh?" I look at him and give him a cheeky smile. He looks at me with doubt clear on his face. But then I blink and it's gone. I must have imagined it.

"Yeah, lucky..." As he looks me over, his gaze ends up landing on my shoulder. "Holy shit, Grace! What the hell happened to you! You're bleeding everywhere!" I look at my shoulder to see the wound healing at a snails pace. Damn, now he's going to want me to go to the hospital.

"Oh, this? It's just a flesh wound. I'll be fine." I try brushing him off but he won't have it. He grabs my wrist and gently tugs me to follow him to the front of the building.

He glances back at me and shakes his head. "It's not nothing, Grace. You need to do the the hospital or have the nurse stitch you up. You are bleeding profusely." Fuck, fuck, fuck. Think, Grace, think. I should just have him drop me off at the house so Luna can 'patch me up' like she has so many times before.

"Um, Jacob?" He stops and turns to look at me, worry clear on his face. "I'd rather you just take me home. My mum would rather I go home than the hospital, since she's a nurse and can deal with this without the bill of a hospital." He gives me a wary look, thinking if he should or not. "Please?"

He sighs and his shoulders slump. He rubs his face with his free hand and slowly looks back up at me. He doesn't answer me, but turns back around and heads for the parking lot. We come up to a black four-door pick-up and he yanks open the passenger door. He gently helps me into the seat. His hand on my lower back sends tingles throughout my body. I look at him and when our eyes lock, I don't look away, but he does. When I'm situated, he slams the door shut and walks around the front of the truck. He doesn't look pissed, more irritated. I'm royally screwed in this situation.

He hops into the car and pulls out of his spot. "Where do you live Grace?" His voice sounds tired, like he's given up. I gently place my hand on his arm. He looks at me but I don't acknowledge it.

"I live on the street that goes into the woods. A left out of the parking lot and a left onto the gravel. Do you happen to have any orange juice?"

He looks at me with an incredulous look on his face and laughs at me. "Do you have some obsession with orange juice?" he asks, still laughing. He pulls out of the parking lot and turns left like I told him.

"Yeah. I will only drink that and water. Won't drink anything else. My mum hates shopping for us. And Alex is the same way with apple juice. Disgusting." Jacob just laughs at me.

"No, I don't but I do have a water bottle in the cooler behind my seat. Careful and don't hurt yourself, Grace. Don't need more stitches than necessary."

I don't reply as I reach behind his seat and open the cooler. I grab the first water I see and let the lid slam itself shut. When I turn to face forward, I see Jacob's eyes flicker away from me. I twist off the cap of the water and take a drink, wishing that the awkward silence would kind of put me out of my misery.

"You said left onto the gravel, right?" Jacob asks, breaking the silence. I nod, not really looking at him but gazing out the window. My eyes start to fuzz when I feel the truck slow to a stop. I re-focus my gaze and see that we are on the main road, not close to my house yet.

"Why are we stopped?" The words tumble from my mouth even when my brain says to shut up. Jacob takes a deep breath and turns towards me, seeming very hesitant.

"Um, Grace? I, uh, need to ask you something." He looks at me, and the look in his eyes tells me that I don't really want to hear what he has to say. I turn towards him even though my wolf tells me to get the hell out of here.

"Sure, Jacob. You can ask me anything. What's your question?" I plaster on a fake smile and see his nerves go down a bit. Glad he's not nervous as hell.

He takes a deep breath before he looks me in the eyes. "Are you a--are you fighting with Alex?"

Jacob's P.O.V.

"Are you a--are you fighting with Alex?" Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why don't you ask her what you mean and quit being a baby about it! That was a really lame cover-up. Grace looks at me, undoubtedly trying to figure out where exactly that question came from.

"Uh, no. He just wouldn't tell me why we had to leave after school. Nothing to worry about." She smiles at me, but I know it's forced when her eyes don't sparkle. I have noticed that about her, and many other things, too. Like how she uses the word 'uh' every time she's surprised, usually after a question.

"Oh, well, I heard you guys arguing earlier and I just wanted to make sure you're alright." Lame. Since the silence following my words becomes awkward, I slowly pulled back onto the road. I start drumming a tune from Good Charlotte on the steering wheel and I see Grace perks up out of the corner of my eye.

"Girls don't like boys,

Girls like cars and money

Boys will laugh at girls when they're not funny

And these girls like these boys, like these boys like these girls

The girls with the bodies like boys with Ferrari's

Girls don't like boys,

Girls like cars and money."

I stop at a stop sign and look over at the angelic voice that was singing one of my favorite songs. "You can sing," I tell her. She slaps a hand over her mouth and her face flushes red.

"I wasn't singing." I just laugh at her denying look and turn on the gravel road.

"Whatever you say, Grace."

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OK, I know this took forever but I've been blocked out of my writer mojo so I'm sorry if this sucks. If you haven't heard Girls & Boys by Good Charlotte, then the video is on the side. I personally think it's an amazing song.

And I'm sorry if Jacob is coming off as a sally but he's really not, his personality is hard to get down, but I'll get him protective enough. Yeah, he sounds like a love struck girl, but that's going to change. Sorry.

And the picture is Beta Nathan...hawtness

Sorry for keeping you so long my lovely penguins!!!

~MissalinaVanceTommo