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Jacob was sitting on his and Bella's tree bench thingy, and was throwing flat, colorful stones into the ocean. Each rock he plummeted into the ocean, helped calm his anger at the bloodsuckers. One of his hands unconsciously slipped into his pants pocket to grip the note Bella had written him. He dropped the rock in his hand before he could throw it, and took the note from his pocket. He reread it for the hundredth time since Billy had passed it on to him. Jacob felt awful, because he knew she wasn't sorry for letting the leeches back into her life. He felt she had betrayed him to be with her real friends.
He had been trying to find a good way to reply to it. He swore she said 'sorry' and 'call me' a hundred times, but her bloodsucker wouldn't let her come to La Push, so she wouldn't. She would never go against him, that [/I]thing[I] practically controlled her.
What could he possibly write back to her. He looked over at the spiral notebook and pen he had brought with him, and picked them both up. Pressing the pen to the paper again. Getting as far as two sentences he realized that it was wrong. He scratched it out. He did this several times before he just settled with what was left on the paper. It would work for what he was trying to do. In the had that wasn't writing, he gripped Bella's note. He spread out both his reply and Bella's note out on a smooth rock, to avoid wrinkling them.
He head the faint sound of rocks hitting each other as someone approached him.
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