Trouble : Twilight (Edward Cullen x Bella Swan.)

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I was thankful for the clunky Helmet I wore, because Jacob couldn't see the worry in my eyes. This is stupid. This is reckless. Edward is right, I'm going to get myself killed.

The two of us had been spending a couple hours together everyday after school this week, and it was finally Saturday afternoon. I understood how to drive, but I'd never driven farther than up the street and back. A rocky, dirt road was different.

Jake said if I can drive on here, I can drive anywhere.

"Okay." Jacob said, handing me the keys. We'd spent the last hour going over all of the parts, and Jacob had explained everything. Every manurer, every handle and every button. "You know what to do."

In theory, he was right. In theory I knew how to roar my engine and break and turn corners. However, in practice was different.

I can do this. We've spent hours on these bikes, I built the engine myself. I can do this.

Jacob let me go as I started the engine, and before I knew it I was moving. I drove up the rough, dirt road and I relaxed. I was balanced, and in control. I glanced to my side to see Jacob on his matching bike beside mine.

The way the wind ran against my body sent a dramatic thrill through my bones, a rush I'd never felt before. It was incredible.

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"Jake that was amazing." I gushed. It was finally dark, and now we were sitting in my truck. The bikes were in the back, and I was ready to take mine home.

"I know." Jacob grinned, and he reached into his jacket pocket. My eyes widened as he pulled out a small silver flask. "Let's celebrate."

"Jake, I don't drink. You know that." I reminded him, trying not to sound as upset as I was. Jake has been sent away for being troubled in the first place, and I thought he was better now that he was back.

"One sip won't hurt." He pressured lightly, but it was still enough to make me uncomfortable.

"I don't think so." I said, shaking my head. I started up the truck, glad for once to be behind the wheel.

"Suit yourself." Jake shrugged as he brought the flask to his lips. I tried to ignore as he drank, and we drove in silence.

"I thought you weren't a troubled teenager." I laughed, but there was still an obvious edge to my tone. "Does Billie know you still drink?"

Jake laughed, and shook his head. No.

"Billie doesn't have to know."

It was a quick drive back to the Rez, but the tension I felt was beyond uncomfortable. Jake was going to get himself sent away again. He was only seventeen.

I pulled up in front of his house and he hopped out. I parked and when I got out I watched Jake effortlessly life his bike out of the back of my truck. He's really gotten strong.

"Come by again soon, alright?" Jake grinned as he pulled me into a hug. As annoyed as I was, I couldn't help but be happy to be in his arms again. Jake was like my little brother, it was just strange to see how much he's grown up. I'm worried about him. He can be reckless.