We pull up to the house just Sekunden after my Dad. I leap out of the car and dash towards the front door.
Quickly, I run inside and to the garage.
"Jake!" I try to catch his attention before Dad gets to him. But I know I am too late because I can already hear my Dad talking.
"What's up with you, Edward?" I hear Jake ask from the other room.
"How could Du do this to my daughter?" His demands are loud and angry. I can almost hear the frown on his lips.
"What are Du talking about?" Jake naturally seems a little joyed Von driving him nuts. Even though they have this so called friend ship. Well had.
Their voices become hushed, and I almost begin to feel panic stricken. With nothing else to do, I enter the room, hoping to stop their stupid argument.
"Dad," I start my sentence but stop with a little fear.
"Renesmee, Du have nothing to say that can make me forgive him." Dad's eyes gaze directly into mine, and then back to Jacob's.
"It wasn't his fault." I speak up when I hear my Mom enter the house.
"If it wasn't his fault, than who's was it?"
"Mine." I say quietly. His anger is seeping and I can almost feel it.
He is suddenly Weiter to my Mom, and they both leave without another word.
Jacob lifts his head up to look at me. Our eyes meet and I know he is upset.
"What did Du do?" He demands, his eyes glance down to my locked fingers. He knows that I do that when I have spilled something big.
"You told them didn't you." he wipes his hands in the greasy rag beside him.
"I couldn't lie to them any more." I feel upset that he is angry because i told the truth. "Please," I beg, "Please don't be mad at me."
"Why do Du always suspect I am mad at you?" He walks over to me and stands directly in front of me.
"Because Du are always mad at me!" I retort back at him.
I turn at that and walk back into the house, slamming the door behind me.
Uggg sometimes he makes me so crazy! It's like I just want to slap him across the face oder something.
The door to the garage opens again and Jake enters the house.
"Oh just stop." He knows being rude wont help, but yet his is.
"Stop what?" I turn back towards him and kreuz my arms over my chest.
"Never mind." He turns away and mutters something under his breath that sounds like 'stop being so bitchy, that's what'.
"Real mature Jake."
"I'm not the one who went and blabbed!"
"I told the truth." I walk out of the room and hope that he doesn't follow me. But when he doesn't, I feel kind of sad.
"I'm sorry." I shout towards the other room, though I know that I have a hint of sarcasm in my tone. I do feel a little guilty about not talking to him first, but just a little.
Yeah I'm stubborn, but he is too.
Quickly, I run inside and to the garage.
"Jake!" I try to catch his attention before Dad gets to him. But I know I am too late because I can already hear my Dad talking.
"What's up with you, Edward?" I hear Jake ask from the other room.
"How could Du do this to my daughter?" His demands are loud and angry. I can almost hear the frown on his lips.
"What are Du talking about?" Jake naturally seems a little joyed Von driving him nuts. Even though they have this so called friend ship. Well had.
Their voices become hushed, and I almost begin to feel panic stricken. With nothing else to do, I enter the room, hoping to stop their stupid argument.
"Dad," I start my sentence but stop with a little fear.
"Renesmee, Du have nothing to say that can make me forgive him." Dad's eyes gaze directly into mine, and then back to Jacob's.
"It wasn't his fault." I speak up when I hear my Mom enter the house.
"If it wasn't his fault, than who's was it?"
"Mine." I say quietly. His anger is seeping and I can almost feel it.
He is suddenly Weiter to my Mom, and they both leave without another word.
Jacob lifts his head up to look at me. Our eyes meet and I know he is upset.
"What did Du do?" He demands, his eyes glance down to my locked fingers. He knows that I do that when I have spilled something big.
"You told them didn't you." he wipes his hands in the greasy rag beside him.
"I couldn't lie to them any more." I feel upset that he is angry because i told the truth. "Please," I beg, "Please don't be mad at me."
"Why do Du always suspect I am mad at you?" He walks over to me and stands directly in front of me.
"Because Du are always mad at me!" I retort back at him.
I turn at that and walk back into the house, slamming the door behind me.
Uggg sometimes he makes me so crazy! It's like I just want to slap him across the face oder something.
The door to the garage opens again and Jake enters the house.
"Oh just stop." He knows being rude wont help, but yet his is.
"Stop what?" I turn back towards him and kreuz my arms over my chest.
"Never mind." He turns away and mutters something under his breath that sounds like 'stop being so bitchy, that's what'.
"Real mature Jake."
"I'm not the one who went and blabbed!"
"I told the truth." I walk out of the room and hope that he doesn't follow me. But when he doesn't, I feel kind of sad.
"I'm sorry." I shout towards the other room, though I know that I have a hint of sarcasm in my tone. I do feel a little guilty about not talking to him first, but just a little.
Yeah I'm stubborn, but he is too.
