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Over the next few weeks, me and Jacob became more closer. The summer seemed like it was flying by, not even waiting for the seasons to change. The heat began to simmer down, and the coolness of the mornings and light breezes toke it's place. I was getting nervous, for school would soon be starting. Jacob insured that I would be fine, but I still had my doubts. What really made me nervous was that he wouldn't be attending the same school.

"Anna, its going to be fine. Gosh, you worry way to much." He grabed my hands and dragged me down the beach. The water splashed across the sand, barely missing our bare feet as we walked on.

"And I have a good reason to worry. I'm not very social. You of all people know that." I reminded him. He stopped suddenly, turning towards me. Oh, no. I thought. He better not do it. We've been though this....I didn't even have time to stop thinking. He was almost crying, from laughing so hard.

"Its not funny!" I yelled at him. I doubt he could even hear me, over his rolling laughter. "Jacob!" I punched him in his arm. He didn't even budge. I would've hit him again, if the pain didn't start.

"Ouch, ouch, OUCH!" I yelped, holding my hand to my chest. Jacob's eyes wondered from me, to his arm, to my arm. He walked forward, looking confused. I could still see laughter in his eyes.

"Its your fault!" I screamed at him.

"No its not. Your the one who decided to hit me. you should've known that you wouldn't be able to inflict physical pain on me. I'm too strong." He said, trying to act tough.

"No, its your damn attitude that made me hit you. Remember, I can tackle you, broken hand or not. The pain would be worth it." I said. I smiled a crooked smile in his direction. I could see him buckling with the laughter. I could've almost punched him, but I didn't want to hurt both my arms. I walked towards my car, mumbling under my breath. But he beat me to the door.

"Your not leaving." He said. He wasn't asking me to stay, or asking me if I was seriously going to drive off. He was making the point that I wasn't leaving as long as he was there. I could feel my jaw tensing. My eyes began to swell up with anger.

"And who the hell do you think you are, ordering me around? I didn't ask for your input, Jake. I was simply making it clear that I was leaving, wether with your consent or not. Your not my father." I hated getting mad at Jacob. There was no point in it. He always won.

But this time was different. I felt a sudden anger in me that might've killed someone by now. I wanted to leave. I wanted to go back home, to rest in my bed, alone. I didn't want to be cuddled and hugged, or laughed at. I just wanted to be alone.

"I know who I am. And just because you didn't ask for my input, doesn't mean I can't say it. I'm not letting you leave. Not yet." He said. His lovely, soft brown eyes suddenly became fiery, and black. And fierce. He looked at me, with a smile that almost made me run towards the woods and never stop. But I knew he would catch me.

"Jacob, stop! I told you, we're just friends. Get over it, before I get over you." I warned. But before he could answer me, I toke off down the beach. He stood there, stunned. He looked clearly mad now, and I could hear him treaking after me. I reached the edge of the forest, knowing he wasn't far behind. I toke a sudden turn, and hide behind a fairly large tree. I could hear him; his feet cracked as he walked, glancing towards ever possible hiding spot.

What is wrong with him? I thought. Did I do something to make him want to kill me? Damn, all I did was tell him that I was going to leave, with him or not, on my side. It suddenly occured to me. This wasn't Jacob. My Jacob would never do this. He would have calmed me down, and let me leave, with him. No, this Jacob wasn't him. His eyes were colder, more dangerous. But who could it be? I saw a chance, and I toke it. I speed down the beach, never looking back. I reached my car, and turned on the ignition. I locked the doors, and pushed the gas. I could see him chasing after me. But he wasn't fast enough. I turned the curve to my house, but I didn't stop there. I kept going faster and faster. I was soon pulled over, my head resting on the steering wheel.

What just happened? That wasn't Jake, but who was it? Why did he want me? I kept asking myself over and over. A honk from behind me made me almost jump out've my skin. I could see Jacob's pick up. Oh no. What if its him? I thought. Just in case, I locked the doors and kept the ignition on. Jacob was soon standing at my window. Just one look in his eyes, and I knew it was him.

"Hey, what happened? Sam told me that you were at the beach, but when I got there, you were gone. I could see your tire tracks, and they didn't look good." He said, glancing at my tires. "You'll ruin them that way, Anna. And their not cheap to replace."

"Oh, I was just feeling sick, and I wanted to get home." My wrist began to hurt. "But thanks for worrying about me." I said, trying to disquise my shaky voice.

"Ok, then. I'll follow you back though, just in case." He got into his truck and started after me. I drove home, slower than usual. I didn't want to face Diana right now. I knew she could clearly see the distress on my face when I walked through the door.

"Oh, honey. What happened?" she asked me. Her face looked solemn, as she stared at me. I knew I looked horrible.

"Oh, nothing mom. I just had a bad day." I reasured her.

"But..." She didn't even have time to finish, before she realized I had began to run upstairs.