He's Different

Chapter Three

Its been a few hours since Jake told me his goodbyes, Bella actually was home when we got back, so it was was really convenient. Jake was willing to stay with me if Bella didn't arrive in time.

"Bells, I'm bored." I hissed from the couch, my hands stretched over the left side, my feet curled up.

"Well, do something." She answered, Bella has been giving me short answere ever since she started datinf Edward. Maybe he's abusing her?

"When can I meet your boyfriend?" I asked, trying to make conversation with her.

"Umm, I dont know." Her voice was quiet so I just dropped the subject, no point in talking to a brick wall.

I decided to head up to my room, which was now full of boxes, thanks to Bella. I opened one box, that was stacked in the corner. It was labeled 'Fun Stuff' and I completely forgot what was in there. I examined its contents when something caught my eye, it was a book.

"The Quileute Legends.." I mumbled silently to myself, eyeing the book as I slowly lifted it out of the box.

Mom bought this book for me when I was younger, apparently I was absolutely obsessed with all things supernatural, and all things historical. These legends are amazing, the colds ones, and the werewolves. The Quileute tribe was said to be descendants from wolves.

I shook my head, trying to forget about the legends for now. It wasn't real, and it would never be real. I walked towards my bed, and threw the book down. I couldn't help but just stare at it, having a feeling that this book would help me discover something, but what?

I keep asking myself that simple question, pacing around my room. I couldn't wrap my head around it, the puzzle pieces weren't fitting. Someone calling my name dragged me out of my thinking world.

"Summer! You hungry?" I heard Bella call from downstairs and I pursed my lips.

"I guess you gotta wait, legends." Mumbling to myself as I traveled down the stairs.

Bella had made spaghetti, which was a surprise. I sat down at the table as she sat my plate down. My stomach made a monstrous growl, and I laughed.

"I haven't had spaghetti in forever, thanks Bells." I looked up to her as I grabbed my fork, twirling the noodles around the fork.

"It's no problem, my gift to you." She said softly, giving me a small smile.

I returned her smile and started to shove noodles into my mouth, before some questions came to me.

"Hey, have you heard about the Quileute Legends?" I asked, my mouth full.

Her body tensed up for a second, before relaxing once more. "Y-yea..." Bella mumbled, turning away from me.

I stared at her, "What's wrong?" My mouth pursed, narrowing my eye at her.

"Nothing, I just, can't believe you still believe in those legends." I eyed her suspiciously, there was something she wasn't telling me. Something she wants to keep from me, and that motivates me to found out what the hell is going on around here.

I let out a groan, "There's something you aren't telling me, and that aggravates me."

"Umm, yea, just eat your spaghetti." Her voice was tense, and awkward.

I let out a sigh, giving her attitude as I snatched my fork from the plate and ate aggressively. Bella rolled her eyes at me, and ate along with me.

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Now, it's the next day. Charlie got home really late last night, and didn't have time to wake me up to say hello. He left pretty early too, so I missed him once again. I made my ways downstairs, my dyed hair pulled up into a messy bun. I still had my blue toothbrush in my mouth, as I entered the kitchen, grabbing the food Bella left for me.