Hey guys I'm back. I finally got a new computer. If you have read my other stories, My Wolf and Unfaithful you will know the drama's had with uploading but it's allgoods now! YAY! Anyway there is some bad news. My little cousin got on my account and deleted those stories I wrote. Now I'm sad and will have to rewrite them :(. Hope you all enjoy this story One In A Million.
Chapter 1
Beep Beep Beep
Worst sound ever. I rolled over and hit my hand on the top of the stupid little black box sitting on my dressing table. I was comfortable in bed, why do I have to get up?! I pulled my bedspread down and slid out of bed forgetting how cold it was in La Push Washington. I don't even get why my mother made me come here, she couldn't just send me to hell or something, she had to send me here... to this stupid town to live with my control freak of a father, Charlie. I walked over to my dresser and picked up my brush, dragging it through the knotty mess that was once my hair. When I was done, I walked out of my room and down the stairs into the kitchen.
"Morning darling, how was your sleep?" Charlie said putting some burnt bacon onto a plate infront of me. I looked at it, and then him in disgust. So I get sent to a sun deprived suburb with a guy who eats animals...yay!
"And you call yourself my father...I'm a vegetarian, and even if I wasn't I would NEVER eat that", I said pointing at the plate and pushing it away from me sighing. He looked at me with sad eyes before picking up the plate and puttng it on the bench. While he wasn't looking I got up and went back up stairs to get dressed. There is no way I am going to be staying in this house all day. I quickly grabbed a pair of darkwash denim jeans, a white pullover and some flip flops and put them on. When I was done I grabbed a bag with some paints and my art book and ran down the stairs and out the door. I didn't know where I was going exactly, the last time I was here was when I was seven - and let me tell you, it wasn't a fun time. Mom and Charlie we're fighting and I spent most of my time sitting on the beach crying. Charlie was an overprotective policeman and mom was just getting into her wild years which made things crumble. Anyway, I just hope when I find my soulmate, I never let him go. I will never take him for granted, he won't have to buy me anything, do things for me he just has to love me unconditionally. That's what I want.
When I reached the beach I went to my favourite spot near a fallen tree trunk. It was good to be here again, at this beach I mean. I wish I was anywhere but La Push. I sat down on the tree trunk and took my flip flops off, digging my toes into the sand. I looked at the rough, dark grey ocean. The birds were swooping down and eating the poor little fish coming in with the tide, and the sun was setting causing an orangey red colour to reflect across the water. I picked up my bag and pulled out my book and paints.
It only took me half an hour to paint the sunset, it was getting darker and I knew Charlie would start getting worried about me soon. I packed up my book and paints and quickley slipped on my flip flops. Getting up off the trunk I saw a dark figure walking towards me. Whoever it was they were obviously a male and was very muscular.
"You shouldn't be out here alone, are you Isabella Swan?" He said in a very deep voice, kinda intimidating me. And how did he know my name?
"I can stay out here as much as I want, and how the heck do you know my name? Are you stalking me or something?" I said looking up at the strange guy standing in front of me. He looked way over 6 foot tall and he had cropped black hair. I could get use to La Push if all the guys looked like him.
"Your dad sent me, I'm Jacob Black. You can't tell me you don't remember me!" He exclaimed throwing his hands up in the air, "Nobody remembers me", he added. I felt alittle bad because if we were friends I would have remembered him, and I really don't.
"Yeah, I don't remember you, but I'm sure you'll get over it, anyway you can go run along to Charlie now. Tell him I'll come home when I want", I said getting up and walking aaway from him. Before I could get far enough away he had his hand around the top of my arm pulling me back. "Let me go", I said pulling my arm out of hiss firm grip, who the heck does he think he is!?
"I'm not letting you go anywhere without me by your side, it's not safe out here at night",he said walking along side me. Annoying hot guy.
"I'm not going home straight away, I don't give a fuck what Charlie wants", I scoffed walking ahead of him.
"Fair enough", he repied catching up to me and grabbing me around my waist and putting me over his shoulder.
"Wooah! Let me go you caveman! What do you think you're doing?" I screamed punching his solid hard back, which was doing nothing but hurting my hands. This guy is unbelievable, he has huge muscles even in his back! Deffinately on steroids.
"I'm taking you home whether you like it or not. Oh and stop hitting me you're only going to hurt yourself", he replied with a booming laugh. I'm glad he thinks it's funny.
"You're not going to think this is funny when you put me down", I exclaimed pushing my foot forward and kicking him in the shoulder, sending pins and needles through my feet.
"I'm looking forward to it".
When we finally got home and he walked through the door, I was almost asleep. His warmth was actually comforting, well apart from the fact I was over his shoulder.
"Oh hello guys, I see you's are getting along", Charlie said as he walked in the room.
"Just fine Mr Swan", Jacob replied.
"Barely", I scoffed punching him one more time. "Now let me down".
He put me on my feet and I punched him straight in the nose. As soon as my fist connected with his face I felt a gutwrenching pain in my hand.
"MOTHERFUCKER!" I screamed cradiling my hand to my chest sobbing. It felt like my hand just snapped in half.
"That's why you don't punch a wo-grown man in the face. My face did break your hand so can I pllease take you to the hospital?"Jacob asked laughing while trying to take a look at my hand. I pushed him away with my free one and tried to walk out the door.
" Bella, let him take you to the hospital. You punched him remember", Charlie scolded.
"Fine, only because he should get his nose checked. I did punch it pretty hard", I said giving Charlie a filthy look before walking out the door.
When Jacob walked out I was standing near Charlies car still holding onto my very red and swollen hand. I looked up at Jacob and saw that his nose wasn't bleeding or swollen. How does that happen? I decided to ignore it and I just hoped straight in Charlies car. The ride to the hospital was silent, whenever Jacob tried to talk to me I just ignored him and closed my eyes resting my head on the window. It's not that I am mad at him, I'm just frustrated that he picked me up over his shoulder in the first place, and didn't let me down when I asked. Now I'm sitting in my fathers police cruiser with a broken hand and somebody I don't even know. This is why mom shouldn't have sent me to La Push. I'm just gonna get in trouble and sent back to Florida anyway.
It took us an hour to get seen at Forks Hospital. My hand is broken and Jacob hated the doctor. I swear I heard him growl a couple of times, I don't get why though Dr. Cullen was a nice doctor. And very sexy. Maybe Jacob was jealous that I was getting flirty with the doc. I don't know, it was wierd though. Now we are in the car on the way back to my place and Jacob won't even look at me, and I swear he is holding his breath.
"Do I smell or something? Stop holding your breath", I complained actually quite offended. He pulled the car over on the side of the road and leant forward abit and sniffed at me.
"You do not smell", he said starting the car back up and driving back on the road. What a freak. I just shook my head and turned to look out of the window again, I am never going to get use to this place if this is what the guys are like. I know I said the exact same thing earlier at the beach I think it was along the lines of ' I can totally get used to this place if all the guys looked like him'. I now found out that looks don't matter because this guy is wack.
When we turned back up home I quickly opened the car door, hoped out, and slammed it shut. Today was NOT a good day.
"What no kiss goodnight or anything, I'm heartbroken", Jacob said smuggly, putting a hand over his heart and pretending to sob. He actually looked ridiculous. I couldn't help but chuckle at the sight before me.
"Wow Jacob, taking me to the hospital after treating me like you were a caveman is barely a date. Goodnight and Get Fucked", I replied flipping him the bird and strutting off.
"Awe fiesty! Have a good night, you will be seeing more of me", He yelled after me as I walked through the door. I would love to see alot more of him, he's HOT! But he is a freak so I don't think so.
I walked up the stairs and into the bathroom. I had a quick shower, making sure my cast didn't get wet, and got into a black tank top and some grey trackies before going to my bedroom to watch one of my favourite movies, The Breakfast Club before going to bed. I loved the storyline that goes along with the movie and I just wish that one day someone would throw there fist up in the air when they get me, that someone would stand outside my window with a radio above there heads singing a lovely love song to me. But that is to much to wish for. All I get are dickheads that cheat on me or just want to 'do' me. And the only relationships I have seen, have crumbled. I just wished my life was like a movie. I really long chick flick movie. You always get the guy and the life of your dreams. The real world is far from that.
There is my first chapter done. Hope you liked. My next chapter shall be up soon. Hopefully by the end of the week, maybe on the weekend. :) Don't forget to review for me xo