Wolf Girl: A Twilight Fan Fiction

What if Bella turned out to be Team Jacob instead of Team Edward?

That is a question I have asked myself ever since I finished reading the Twilight series. I was a major Jacob fan from the start of New Moon, and was disgusted with the ending of Breaking Dawn. Now, I'm not a major fan of the books. Bella is way too emo for my tastes, and a little too desperate, but if she chose Jake instead of Eddie, I think I may have liked the series a little better. Now, this work isn't meant for publication, and if it gets leaked, I apologize to Stephanie Meyer profusely. I realize that Twilight was all her idea, and I'm not stealing her work. This is purely my imagination at work, taking the characters but changing the plot.

Part I

The Scene: Bella is sitting in Jake's garage. He's building the motorcycles. It's about 8 PM. All of a sudden, she starts thinking about why she's there.

Jacob bent over the motorcycle once more, deeply intrigued in his task. I leaned back in the chair and closed my eyes for a moment. I thought about why I was even at Jake's place in La Push in the first place.

Pain shot through me, and I shuddered. I opened my eyes to see if Jake had noticed, but he was still working on the bike. I closed my eyes again.

I visualized that day in the woods. Edward walking away from me after making me promise him not to do anything reckless. I recalled the horrible nightmares and his broken promise of never existing. I had wanted so badly to break my part of the bargain, that in a spur-of-the-moment, rash action, I had bought two beat up bikes.

I suddenly realized that I was using Jacob to get what I wanted, and that he, being the happy go-lucky kid that he was, was oblivious to that fact. He thought that I just wanted to hang out with him and be friends, while I just wanted to hurt Edward back and feel better about our breakup.

I sighed, quietly. I was horrible, doing this. Everyone else got over breakups in time, unless they were psycho. I needed to get over mine, too. I needed to be the better person in this situation. Perhaps keeping my promises to Edward, including the one about moving on, would be best. It would still hurt, maybe always would, sort of, but Jacob didn't deserve to be used in this way. He was a nice boy, and I should respect that. He had given me so much these past few months. He was a wonderful friend, and I decided to value that.

I jumped down from the chair. "Jake," I called, putting my hands in my pockets. He turned and smiled, though his eyes were puzzled.

"Yeah, Bella?" he responded, putting down the wrench and sitting up. I took a deep breath, smiled, and said, "Why don't we do something else tonight? Like, I dunno, maybe go see a movie?"

He positively beamed. "Sure, why not?" He stood up, draped a curtain over the bikes and turned to face me. "Why the change in plans?"

I shrugged. "I guess it would be the change in thought, Jake, but I guess I just wanted to do something where I could actually help. I mean, movies aren't really a participation activity, but hey, it's something new."

Jake nodded. "Yeah, I guess I've been a little rude, excluding you. Sorry." I shook my head, sorry I had insinuated such a thing. "No, Jake, it's not you. It's me. It's kind of hard to explain right now, but…"

He patted me on the shoulder. "I get it, Bells. Come on, let's go see that movie! What's in theatres? You know, I haven't been in a while…" And he was off, rattling off the names of great movies he'd seen or heard of, and I just smiled and nodded the whole time.

I knew he didn't really get it, so maybe it was just a friendly, sympathetic comment. I shrugged it off and followed him to the truck. He insisted on driving, and I didn't object. We headed for the theatres without even bothering to ask Billy, but I knew he wouldn't mind.

When Jake put his arm around my shoulders and grew silent as he drove through the woods to town, I felt a sensation I hadn't experienced in a while. Anticipation, eagerness, and, oddly enough, pleasure. This whole 'true friends' thing might actually work, I thought.

Okay, thanks for reading Part I. I should have Part II up real soon.