signs of Bella's irritation as her eyes narrowed. "I fell," she infused with a little bit of steel in her voice.
She's mad. Oh crap.
"I know that," Jacob said quickly.
"He thinks Edward had something to do with me getting hurt," Bella said tersely, stating it as a fact, not a question.
Bad idea...really, really bad idea. Master cylinder? What?
They stopped swaying; Jacob's eyes looking away, Bella's eyes alight with fury. It was surprisingly strange to see her be protective over me. It was...nice, even though her anger was quite comical.
"Look, Jacob," Bella began. "I know Billy probably won't believe this, but just so you know" -- Jacob looked up, his thoughts scattering wildly trying to find a way to patch up their little tiff -- "Edward really did save my life. If it weren't for Edward and his father, I'd be dead."
She forgot to add that if it weren't for us, we wouldn't have had to save her in the first place.
"I know," Jacob claimed. I tried to tell him...I'm an idiot for letting him convince me to do this.
"Hey, I'm sorry you had to come do this, Jacob," Bella apologized. "At any rate, you get your parts, right?"
Forgiveness was her virtue. There was no other meaning behind her words. I don't even think she knows how to hold a grudge.
"Yeah," he muttered.
Maybe you could just leave off the last part, he thought. I mean, she got the gist of what he wanted her to know. ...right?
He frowned.
"There's more?" Bella asked in disbelief, reading his face.
Jacob's mouth twisted down further. Why did she have to be so perceptive?
"Forget it," he mumbled, "I'll get a job and save the money myself." ...bye, bye, master cylinder, his thoughts were chagrined.
Bella's cheeks turned red again, but this time in pure anger and not embarrassment.
"Just spit it out, Jacob," she hissed.
"It's so bad." He grimaced.
"I don't care. Tell me," she insisted.
I can't believe she is going to make me say this.
"Okay... but, geez, this sounds bad." He shook his head. "He said to tell you, no, to warn you, that -- and this is his plural, not mine" -- he lifted one hand and made little quotations marks in the air -- '"We'll be watching.'"
Please don't scream.
He cringed in anticipation.
I growled at Billy's words.
Bella's response took us both off guard. She stared at him for a second and then laughed loudly.
"Sorry you had to do this, Jake." she continued to snicker.
"I don't mind that much."
Shew. He breathed a sigh of relief. Now that that is over with... He grinned. ...maybe I could enjoy a dance with her. His eyes roamed over her body appreciatively. I really like how her dress falls just right on her body. She has amazing curves.
Emmett grabbed my arm when he saw Jacob's eyes undressing Bella. I leaned against the wall again, angry I had to stand through this torture.
"So," Jacob smiled. "Should I tell him you said to butt the hell out?" he asked hopefully. It would serve him right, mad old man!
"No," she exhaled. "Tell him I said thanks. I know he means well."
Gradually the song dissipated and morphed into another song. Bella instantly dropped her arms. It pleased me to see that she didn't want to continue their awkward dance. Jacob, on the other hand, was thoroughly displeased.
I made my way through the crowd.
But...I... His hands hesitated on her waist and his gaze turned toward her casted leg. Well, I can't just leave her here like this, he told himself.
"Do you want to dance again? Or can I help you get somewhere?" he asked uncertainly.
"That's all right, Jacob. I'll take it from here." I glared at him.
Gah! Jacob jumped slightly, and stared wide-eyed at me in surprise.
"Hey, I didn't see you there," he mumbled. "I guess I'll see you around, Bella." He stepped back, waving halfheartedly.
...bad timing.
Bella grinned at him. "Yeah, I'll see you later."
She was just being courteous. It was only in her nature.
"Sorry," he said again before he turned for the door. ...what a freak.
As the next song's melody began weaving its way through the crowd I pulled Bella back into my arms. She instantly warmed my body. The music was awful, so I played my own tune in my head, dancing to it instead.
Bella's eyes roamed over my face happily before she leaned her head against my chest. I tightened my arms around her and she sighed, content.
"Feeling better?" she teased.
"Not really," I said through my teeth.
"Don't be mad at Billy," she sighed, her hot breath