Chapter 5: Jacob's POV

WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?I mean I kind of figured Edward was gay (I mean have you seen how he dresses!), but why would he try and kiss me? Also, if he's gay, then why is he still with Bella?Aaaaahhhhh! THAT ASS! If he hurts Bella, I'm going to ring that prefect little neck of his or shove my fist in his prefect kissable mouth.

The moment that thought went through my mind, I felt a fuzzy tingle and I knew Edward was trying to read my mind, so I started counting the trees, that went by, in my head. The moment the felling went away, I went back to thinking.

WHAT THE HELL?Why did I just think his mouth was prefect and kissable? There is no way in hell that I'm gay. Edward: YYYEEESSS! ME: HHEELLLL NNOO! And anyway, even If I was gay (which I'm not!), why would I go for a selfish, stuck-up ass like him? I mean, what's so good about him?

I looked towards Edward. He was looking out the window, with his arm prodded against the door and his chin in his hand. From the look on his face, you could tell he was thinking.

Ok. What's so great about him? I see nothing that makes him so great. So what if he has beautiful eyes that look like liquid bronze when he's not hungry. So what if he has beautiful, fair white skin and a face that looks like it was sculpted from marble. And also, who gives a rat's ass if he has thin, kissable lips with a pink tinge.

I focused my eyes back on to Edward to see that he was now looking back at me. When I realized he caught me staring, I turned away and looked back out the window. When I felt the fuzzy feeling again, I started counting back from 100 in Spanish. After a minute or so, the feeling went away, but was replaced with a feeling of being watched.

All I could feel were his eyes running across my face and down my body. The feel of his eyes on me sent a warm feeling into the pit of my stomach. All I could think was

Why does having him notice me make me feel all tingly inside? I shouldn't care. That's not right. I don't care. I hate him and he hates me. That's all there is to it. And nothing will change my mind. And beside I have Reneemee.

With that in mind, I looked back towards him. He was still looking at my body. That warm feeling came back. I ignored it. A minute or two went by before he finally looked up. And when he did, I looked straight into his eyes. I couldn't help thinking that he had beautiful hazel eyes. Immediately, the warm feeling came crashing back and I had the sudden urge to feel his skin against mine. When I could no longer take the intensity stare, I looked down and saw that our hands were close. In the corner of my eye, I saw him look down as well.

Instead of moving my hand, I turned back to the window. I feel his eyes on me again.

If he wants something to happen, he will have to start it himself. I'm no girl. AND WHY AM I THINKING THIS AGAIN! I'M NOT GAY! I HATE HIM AND LOVE RENEEMEE! I'M NOT GAY! I'M NOT G-.

Before I could finish my thought, I felt Edward grab my hand and place it in his with our palms touching. Without meaning to, I shifted my hand so that our fingers intertwined.

It didn't escape my mind that his icy cold skin felt cool against my fiery hot skin. Also, I couldn't help but admit that our touching made that warm feeling come with a vengeance.

Maybe I should rethink some things.