there’s a line between friends and lovers, and you and Jacob used that line as a jump rope.

well, you used to. now things were different, you had an on and off boyfriend, not a very good one but a boyfriend nonetheless who was trying to convince you to move out of Forks with him.

Jacob would rather die than let that happen. you barely saw him as is with going to different high schools but that didn’t change his feelings towards you. which was pure, undying, irrevocable love and desire.

you invited him over, wanting a second point of view on it but he practically stayed silent the whole time with his fists clenched, teeth grinding, and eyes down.

“you want my honest opinion?” Jacob asked, his voice laced with venom that dripped onto your already troubled mind.

“don’t go with him” he said simply. “leave him”

“what?” you asked, shocked at how bluntly he spoke. “why?”

“why?” he repeated. “you know why”

you looked up at him, your heart heavy with the hatred of some other man’s wishes that plagued your mind.

Jacob stepped forward, stepped over that line between friendship and something deeper to touch your face. his hand held your jaw, his callous palm on your skin.

“Kwop kilawtley” he muttered in his native tongue, drawing a gentle gasp from you