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“I’m in love with you； Bella；” Jacob said in a strong； sure voice。 “Bella； I love you。 And I want you to pick
me instead of him。 I know you don’t feel that way； but I need the truth out there so that you know your
options。 I wouldn’t want a miscommunication to stand in our way。”
15。 WAGER
I STARED AT HIM FOR A LONG MINUTE； SPEECHLESS。 I could not think of one thing to say to him。
As he watched my dumbfounded expression； the seriousness left his face。
“Okay；” he said； grinning。 “That’s all。”
“Jake —” It felt like there was something big sticking in my throat。 I tried to clear the obstruction。 “I can’t
— I mean I don’t 。 。 。 I have to go。”
I turned； but he grabbed my shoulders and spun me around。
“No； wait。 I know that； Bella。 But； look； answer me this； all right？ Do you want me to go away and never
see you again？ Be honest。”
It was hard to concentrate on his question； so it took a minute to answer。 “No； I don’t want that；” I finally
admitted。
Jacob grinned again。 “See。”
“But I don’t want you around for the same reason that you want me around；” I objected。
“Tell me exactly why you want me around； then。”
I thought carefully。 “I miss you when you’re not there。 When you’re happy；” I qualified carefully； “it makes
me happy。 But I could say the same thing about Charlie； Jacob。 You’re family。 I love you； but I’m not in love
with you。”
He nodded； unruffled。 “But you do want me around。”
“Yes。” I sighed。 He was impossible to discourage。
“Then I’ll stick around。”
“You’re a glutton for punishment；” I grumbled。
“Yep。” He stroked the tips of his fingers across my right cheek。 I slapped his hand away。
“Do you think you could behave yourself a little better； at least？” I asked； irritated。
“No； I don’t。 You decide； Bella。 You can have me the way I am — bad behavior included — or not at
all。”
I stared at him； frustrated。 “That’s mean。”
“So are you。”
That pulled me up short； and I took an involuntary step back。 He was right。 If I wasn’t mean — and
greedy； too — I would tell him I didn’t want to be friends and walk away。 It was wrong to try to keep my
friend when that would hurt him。 I didn’t know what I was doing here； but I was suddenly sure that it wasn’t
good。
“You’re right；” I whispered。
He laughed。 “I forgive you。 Just try not to get too mad at me。 Because I recently decided that I’m not
giving up。 There really is something irresistible about a lost cause。”
“Jacob。” I stared into his dark eyes； trying to make him take me seriously。 “I love him； Jacob。 He’s my
whole life。”
“You love me； too；” he reminded me。 He held up his hand when I started to protest。 “Not the same way； I
know。 But he’s not your whole life； either。 Not anymore。 Maybe he was once； but he left。 And now he’s just
going to have to deal with the consequence of that choice — me。”
I shook my head。 “You’re impossible。”
Suddenly； he was serious。 He took my chin in his hand； holding it firmly so that I couldn’t look away from
his intent gaze。
“Until your heart stops beating； Bella；” he said。 “I’ll be here — fighting。 Don’t forget that you have
options。”
“I don’t want options；” I disagreed； trying to yank my chin free unsuccessfully。 “And my heartbeats are
numbered； Jacob。 The time is almost gone。”
His eyes narrowed。 “All the more reason to fight — fight harder now； while I can；” he whispered。
He still had my chin — his fingers holding too tight； till it hurt — and I saw the resolve form abruptly in his
eyes。
“N —” I started to object； but it was too late。
His lips crushed mine； stopping my protest。 He kissed me angrily； roughly； his other hand gripping tight
around the back of my neck； making escape impossible。 I shoved against his chest with all my strength； but he
didn’t even seem to notice。 His mouth was soft； despite the anger； his lips molding to mine in a warm；
unfamiliar way。
I grabbed at his face； trying to push it away； failing again。 He seemed to notice this time； though； and it
aggravated him。 His lips forced mine open； and I could feel his hot breath in my mouth。
Acting on instinct； I let my hands drop to my side； and shut down。 I opened my eyes and didn’t fight；
didn’t feel 。 。 。 just waited for him to stop。
It worked。 The anger seemed to evaporate； and he pulled back to look at me。 He pressed his lips softly to
mine again； once； twice 。 。 。 a third time。 I pretended I was a statue and waited。
Finally； he let go of my face and leaned away。
“Are you done now？” I asked in an expressionless voice。
“Yes；” he sighed。 He started to smile； closing his eyes。
I pulled my arm back and then let it snap forward； punching him in the mouth with as much power as I
could force out of my body。
There was a crunching sound。
“Ow！ OW！” I screamed； frantically hopping up and down in agony while I clutched my hand to my chest。
It was broken； I could feel it。
Jacob stared at me in shock。 “Are you all right？”
“No； dammit！ You broke my hand！”
“Bella； you broke your hand。 Now stop dancing around and let me look at it。”
“Don’t touch me！ I’m going home right now！”
“I’ll get my car；” he said calmly。 He wasn’t even rubbing his jaw like they did in the movies。 How pathetic。
“No； thanks；” I hissed。 “I’d rather walk。” I turned toward the road。 It was only a few miles to the border。
As soon as I got away from him； Alice would see me。 She’d send somebody to pick me up。
“Just let me drive you home；” Jacob insisted。 Unbelievably； he had the nerve to wrap his arm around my
waist。
I jerked away from him。
“Fine！” I growled。 “Do！ I can’t wait to see what Edward does to you！ I hope he snaps your neck； you
pushy； obnoxious； moronic DOG！”
Jacob rolled his eyes。 He walked me to the passenger side of his car and helped me in。 When he got in the
driver’s side； he was whistling。
“Didn’t I hurt you at all？” I asked； furious and annoyed。
“Are you kidding？ If you hadn’t started screaming； I might not have figured out that you were trying to
punch me。 I may not be made out of stone； but I’m not that soft。”
“I hate you； Jacob Black。”
“That’s good。 Hate is a passionate emotion。”
“I’ll give you passionate；” I muttered under my breath。 “Murder； the ultimate crime of passion。”
“Oh； c’mon；” he said； all cheery and looking like he was about to start whistling again。 “That had to be
better than kissing a rock。”
“Not even remotely close；” I told him coldly。
He pursed his lips。 “You could just be saying that。”
“But I’m not。”
That seemed to bother him for a second； but then he perked up。 “You’re just mad。 I don’t have any
experience with this kind of thing； but I thought it was pretty incredible myself。”