Free Eclipse by Book 3 Page B

demanded.
    "It's nothing, Bella," Edward told me quietly. "Jacob just has a good memory, that's all." Jacob grinned, and Edward winced again.
    "Stop it! Whatever you're doing."
    "Sure, if you want." Jacob shrugged. "It's his own fault if he doesn't like the things I remember, though."
    I glared at him, and he smiled back impishly - like a kid caught doing something he knows he shouldn't by someone who he knows won't punish him.
    "The principal's on his way to discourage loitering on school property," Edward murmured to me. "Let's get to English, Bella, so you're not involved."
    "Overprotective, isn't he?" Jacob said, talking just to me. "A little trouble makes life fun. Let me guess, you're not allowed to have fun, are you?"
    Edward glowered, and his lips pulled back from his teeth ever so slightly.
    "Shut up, Jake," I said.
    Jacob laughed. "That sounds like a no . Hey, if you ever feel like having a life again, you could come see me. I've still got your motorcycle in my garage."
    This news distracted me. "You were supposed to sell that. You promised Charlie you would." If I hadn't begged on Jake's behalf - after all, he'd put weeks of labor into both motorcycles, and he deserved some kind of payback - Charlie would have thrown my bike in a Dumpster. And possibly set that Dumpster on fire.
    "Yeah, right. Like I would do that. It belongs to you, not me. Anyway, I'll hold on to it until you want it back."
    A tiny hint of the smile I remembered was suddenly playing around the edges of his lips.
    "Jake . . ."
    He leaned forward, his face earnest now, the bitter sarcasm fading. "I think I might have been wrong before, you know, about not being able to be friends. Maybe we could manage it, on my side of the line. Come see me."
    I was vividly conscious of Edward, his arms still wrapped protectively around me, motionless as a stone. I shot a look at his face - it was calm, patient.
    "I, er, don't know about that, Jake."
    Jacob dropped the antagonistic façade completely. It was like he'd forgotten Edward was there, or at least he was determined to act that way. "I miss you every day, Bella. It's not the same without you."
    "I know and I'm sorry, Jake, I just . . ."
    He shook his head, and sighed. "I know. Doesn't matter, right? I guess I'll survive or something. Who needs friends?" He grimaced, trying to cover the pain with a thin attempt at bravado.
    Jacob's suffering had always triggered my protective side. It was not entirely rational - Jacob was hardly in need of any physical protection I could offer. But my arms, pinned beneath Edward's, yearned to reach out to him. To wrap around his big, warm waist in a silent promise of acceptance and comfort.
    Edward's shielding arms had become restraints.
    "Okay, get to class," a stern voice sounded behind us. "Move along, Mr. Crowley."
    "Get to school, Jake," I whispered, anxious as soon as I recognized the principal's voice. Jacob went to the Quileute school, but he might still get in trouble for trespassing or the equivalent.
    Edward released me, taking just my hand and pulling me behind his body again. Mr. Greene pushed through the circle of spectators, his brows pressing down like ominous storm clouds over his small eyes.
    "I mean it," he was threatening. "Detention for anyone who's still standing here when I turn around again."
    The audience melted away before he was finished with his sentence.
    "Ah, Mr. Cullen. Do we have a problem here?"
    "Not at all, Mr. Greene. We were just on our way to class."
    "Excellent. I don't seem to recognize your friend." Mr. Greene turned his glower on Jacob.
    "Are you a new student here?"
    Mr. Greene's eyes scrutinized Jacob, and I could see that he'd come to the same conclusion everyone else had: dangerous. A troublemaker.
    "Nope," Jacob answered, half a smirk on his broad lips.
    "Then I suggest you remove yourself from school property at once, young man, before I call the police."
    Jacob's little smirk became a full-blown grin, and I knew he was