Speechless

A/n This is my first fanfiction I've published here so I'm pretty excited. I'm not sure where this one is going so if anyone has ideas or opinions or suggestions PLEASE let me know. You can review if you feel like it but know that the more feedback I get the more I'm going to want to write it. I've got a rough outline of where I'm going, but like I said, I'd like to here what you have to say :)

P.S. this story is shortly after BD and Jacob didn't imprint on Nessie, so the Cullens left town...and so Jake has been all moppy and depressed and stuff...so yeah...Hope it's good

*~* Chasing Cars *~*

I sat at the edge of the cliff dislodging rocks with the toes of my black boots as the rain soaked me. Music blasted into my ears as I mouthed the words. The wind whipped my dark red hair around my head. I pulled my leather jacket tighter around me and tucked my cotton scarf into it and pulled the zipper up more.

Suddenly a mass ran past me, straight off the cliff. My mouth opened to scream, from pure instinct, but nothing came out. I looked to see a human form surface about 60 feet below me.

I turned to see a group of rowdy boys walking up to where I sat without a care in the world. They were dressed in cut offs, some even had on khaki shorts, a rare few had on fitted shirts, but most had bare chests. And man, were they built.

My eyes skimmed most of there faces, but they focused on one in particular. It was dark and my eyes were blurred with moisture but there was something about it that made my heart ache for the first time in a long while.

He was being shoved and pulled up the incline by two other boys. The one in front looked up and noticed me, his lips moving while he stared at me.

My music blasted and covered his words with the lyrics of a classic rock song. The others turned to stare at me, and my eyes went back to the one being pulled.

He was staring back at me with an expression that could only be described as either wonder or horror.

I scrambled to my feet, slipping once which caused them to all jerk forward, but only one actually came to my side to pull my further from the edge.

During the scramble one of my ear buds had fallen out, so the one in front was heard this time.

"What are you doing out here by yourself? It's ragging out here." A question.

I stared blankly at him, all too aware of the hands of the guy I had stared at that were still on my arm and shoulder.

They looked at me expectantly. The moisture returned in my eyes, and I tore away from his warm hands and down the path up the cliff.

I glanced back to see my guy chasing after me. My eyes widened and I increased my speed, ignoring his calls for me to wait or slow down. I saw my car parked and I pushed even more only to run straight into him.

He took hold of my forearms and I finally got a good look at his face. He had the darkest hair and the most beautiful brown eyes and features of a Renaissance era sculpture. His skin was an interesting color of red-ish brown.

Despite my situation I thought of the ways of painting his likeness and how hard it would be to get his skin tone right.

"Hey," he spoke in a nonchalant tone as I stood before him, breathing deeply from the running. I frowned; he wasn't winded in the slightest.

"I'm Jacob." He looked down at me; man was he tall, with his deep eyes. I wished more than anything that I could tell him my name. Or to leave me alone. Maybe both. I'd settle for a simple 'hi'.

But it didn't work that way. So I tried to pull out of his gripped, which he thankfully took as a hint and let go.

I tried to get to my car, a beat up Subaru, but leaned against the driver's side door. "No way. Not until I get a name." He spoke with a wide grin.

I frowned deeper and tried to shove him, not wanting to have to deal with this guy. I looked into his eyes again, pleading him to leave me alone.

"Come on! It's just a name. Just your first name?" his eyes were hopeful, but clearly he didn't understand. "A nickname?" I eyes flashed and I gritted my teeth.

I reached down and picked up a stick and hit him with it. "Hey!" I hit him again, tears streaming down my face. He stared at me in concern as he moved away from my car, probably hopeing that would stop the tears coming from my liquid blue-green eyes.

I can't.

I mouthed the words, but this just confused him, so I turned to my car and wrote the words on the window, seeing as the rain had slowed sometime in the chase.

"Can't what? Talk?" his tone was thick with humor which I hit him again for. "Ok, ok! I'm sorry!" I hit him twice more, for good measure and then got into my car.

Before I new it I was driving away, glancing at the guy, Jacob, still standing there watching me driving away. Even from this far away I could tell he wanted to run after me.

Caitlyn. My name is Caitlyn.

I thought to myself as yet another tear fell down my cheek.