Summary: This story is about Jacob going through his imprint with a girl from his school. Story begins during New Moon while Edward is gone, brief appearances from Bella.
Rating: So far, there's nothing bad in this story. I have the first few chapters mapped out in my head, and I don't see anything getting too bad, however, I have decided to rate this story M for my own peace of mind. This assures that no one can yell at me later for forgetting to up the rating.
Author's Note: Alright, here's the scoop. This story will hopefully get itself out in less than thirty chapters if I can manage. My chapters tend to be on the longer side but I'll try to shorten them a bit so I can get them out to you sooner. If you have any questions, feel free to send them in reviews, or e-mail me at ''. I think I'll be trying out some different point of view's in this story but for now, it should mainly just be Jacob. If the point of view changes, I'll be sure to mark the chapter accordingly. That's all for now— x.Tiffany
'Adfigi Animis'- to be imprinted
Chapter One- 'Dear God…'
Posted: March 27, 2008
There was a droplet of sweat trailing its way between my shoulder blades, and I could swear I felt Bella's eyes following it down my back. It was antagonizing, driving me mad, my foot was tapping and there was a distinct throbbing in my temples. It wasn't often that Bella let me get away with going shirtless but ever since my temperature had jumped to a toasty hundred and eight degree's I couldn't help it, no matter how uncomfortable it made her feel.
"If you insist on trailing your eyes any lower, I think you should buy me dinner first." I chided, spinning to face her and leaning on my VW Rabbit in the process.
She blushed a delicate rose colour and her eyes snapped up to meet mine, knowing she'd been caught red handed she smiled bashfully at me. "You always find a way to work food into a conversation Jacob Black, should that lead me to the assumption that you happen to still be hungry?"
I smirked playfully and grabbed a rag to wipe the grease off of my hands. "Does that mean your buying me dinner?"
Bella huffed and grabbed her bag, she shook her head at me, though she was still smiling, which lead me to believe she was actually considering taking me out to eat somewhere. Her delicate silence began to drag on me and I caved before she had the chance.
"Fine Bells, no dinner. But next time I catch you staring like that," I paused for dramatic effect. "I'll be sure to return your ogling."
I'd always loved making her blush, but the crimson that flushed her cheeks made me realize I might have taken it a little farther than I needed to. I walked over to her and leaned down so my face was level with hers. She looked shocked, I figured she thought I'd try to kiss her or something, not that the thought hadn't crossed my mind numerous times, but I was only semi-innocently reaching for my shirt.
I could hear a weird crackling noise coming from the bottom of her throat. It deeply resembled the noises that babies made before they began saying actual words. I smirked at her discomfort. It was oddly gratifying to notice the effect that I had on her. Even if she wasn't interested, there had to be something under the surface for my proximity to bother her so badly.
"Relax Bella; I'm just getting my shirt…" The laughter was not hidden in my voice as I raised my eyebrows and pointedly looked at the navy shirt that was now in my outstretched hand. Her eyes followed my gaze and when she saw the shirt her eyes closed and she began to shake her head back and forth.
"I'm sorry Jake," she replied, the discomfort from earlier still evident in her vocals. "I think I'm delusional…"
I shook my head at her and grabbed her hand, pulling her up from her bike. After the bikes had been reconstructed, she opted to not sit on boxes and the cold ground. There was a playful glare across her features and she ambled forward as I yanked my shirt over my head.
"So Jake, if you're not going to let me pay for your dinner, does that mean you're treating me?" Mischievous, that was the one word I could use to describe her at this moment. If there was anything about me that had rubbed off onto her, it was my mirror like quality. I had a habit of reflecting things back at other people, sarcasm, discomfort, the dinner bill. She was learning quickly, it was one of the numerous things I liked about her, she could adapt, and still stay completely as she was.
I snorted and looked at her incredulously for a moment, feigning hurt. A chuckle came soon after, I rolled my eyes and shoved her very lightly to the side. I heard her cry out as she fell to the ground, my eyes widened and I leant my hand to help her back up. Her playful glare was back and as she dusted off her backside she made a point of saying;
"If you weren't before, the check is certainly yours now. I think you bruised my shoulder."
There was a comfortable silence on the walk into the house. Bella grabbed her keys from the hook beside the door and I ran into the living room to let Billy know we were heading out, he had smiled and yelled at me to 'pick up the check for a change' on our way to Bella's truck. Bella and I got a good laugh or two out of that, it was true, I let Bella pay much too often, but she tended to be much more stubborn than I was. Or at least, she liked to argue more in public.
A comfortable silence filled her ancient vehicle all the way into Port Angeles. She kept glancing at me as if there was something she intended to ask, but for some reason, I got the feeling there was something she wanted me to ask her. The brief thought of inviting her to the dance again crossed my mind, but I automatically assumed she would only decline again. Even if Bella had wanted to go on a date with me, a dance wasn't exactly the best idea, besides, it would be awkward for her to be around my classmates, they were younger than her, and I wanted her to be comfortable.
When we got to the quaint eatery we seated ourselves even though there was a sign that told us not to. When a waiter passed us by on his way to another table Bella waved him over and asked him to come back with two cokes. He had asked when we got there, and she said we were seated by a blonde woman nearly thirty minutes ago, although it was a lie he fell for it and apologized. When the waiter had left I had raised a sceptic brow at her and she had returned it with a nervous giggle. We then ordered our food, there was practically enough to feed an army on our table and when our food had been served, our waiter had enlisted the help of a blonde waitress. I reasoned that this must have been why he had bothered to apologize, because there was someone working who matched our description. Bella had blushed when the waitress made a joke about how much food we had. She had asked to move us to a bigger table so that when our friends joined us there would be room. I saved Bella the trouble of explaining and told the waitress, who's name was Tammy that I was very hungry, and we wished to eat in peace.
Bella had chastised me, telling me not to be so rude, though after she was finished, her argument fell apart due to her fit of laughter that lasted until her meal was half completed. Again, the silence engulfed the both of us, we looked aimlessly around at things in the room, she stared at all the food I was eating, I threatened to show her the food I was eating, and her eyes would snap away from my face immediately. After I'd had quite enough of the quiet I took a sip of my coke and sighed to get her attention. Her eyes slowly drifted back to mine and she asked me what I was sighing about.
"Oh nothing," I told her dramatically, "It's just that I have no one to take to the dance, and I was really hoping that you would reconsider…"
There was warning in her eyes, but I pressed on anyway.
"We don't even have to dance if you don't want too… We can just sit at one of the tables and talk to Quill and Embry."
She had both her eyes closed by the time I was finished arguing my case. She slowly opened one eye, it was staring as far upward as it could and then, the other eye opened, looking in the exact same direction. She did this often and very rarely did it ever phase me, but now, it seemed out of place, and weird.
"Dear God," she said, although I knew she was making a joke, since I didn't think she believed all that highly in her spirituality. "please make the werewolf stop asking to drag me along to his school and show me off to all of his friends. I took your advice, I told him no, but its not enough, he just wont give up! If you make him stop asking me, I shall be forever faithful to you, oh Lord my God…" and with that she lowered her eyes, knowing she wouldn't have to stay faithful to her promise to God, because my mouth was already open to protest.
"Honestly Bella, there's no need to involve him," I pointed upwards for emphasis. "I was only reiterating that you should come with me, because you'd have fun. I bet Charlie would agree."
Bella glared again at me, and then, she glared at the ceiling. I could only assume this was her way of telling the 'big guy upstairs' that she would no longer be held to the 'agreement'. She cleared her throat and made one last statement on the subject.
"I'm not going Jake, and if you ask me again, I won't speak to you until Sunday." Her tone was strong, and I knew there would be no point in asking her again, though I knew I would want to when I called her tomorrow. She sighed and spoke again, "Besides, you tell me not to involve that one" she pointed upwards like I had. "and then you involve the other one? Charlie has nothing to do with my refusal to go to your dance."
I looked at her for another few minutes before I hailed the waiter and got the bill. We were out of there within the next fifteen minutes and the whole way home there was nothing but silence. Not even the comforting silence we had become accustomed too. There was no longer a question I thought Bella wanted me to ask her, I assumed what I had noticed before was that she hadn't wanted me to ask her, and that was what she had been nervous about. When she pulled up beside my house to let me out I smiled at her and told her goodnight. She told me to call her tomorrow, and to have fun at the dance, I merely nodded, and that was the last I would see of her until Sunday, there was no way she would want to see me tomorrow, Saturday, the day of the dance she had been trying to avoid talking about all week. She was glad it would soon be over I was sure, but to be honest, now that I knew she really wouldn't be coming with me, I wasn't sure I wanted to go either… Maybe Quill and Embry could convince me by tomorrow evening, I hoped so, because I'd been looking forward to it, until now.
Alright then, there's the first chapter. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please review, they let me know that you guys are enjoying the story, and that way I can tempt myself to write more often, instead of doing homework like I should be.