This was why I was here. This was why I would take whatever reception waited for me when I got back. Because, underneath all the anger and the sarcasm, Jacob was in pain. Right now, it was very clear in his eyes. I didn't know how to help him, but I knew I had to try. It was more than that I owed him. It was because his pain hurt me, too. Jacob had become a part of me, and there was no changing that now.

Here's to responsibility, twice a week.

Why am I covered in feathers

however, i can read hers- she'll be waiting to ambush you in class.

Bella, would you please stop trying to take your clothes off?

You're awfully small to be so hugely irritating.

no one had to tell me anything. I know what I am