Under the Moonlight
Chapter One: Meeting Jacob Black
There was something about his wicked smile as we locked eyes at that intersection, he was proud and arrogant; I just couldn't help but smirk back at him. When the light turned green my Jeep roared as I eased off the clutch and gave it some gas – it almost drowned out the sound of his motorcycle revving back at me. My car wasn't glamorous and sounded as old as she was but there was something about this old Jeep I loved. I learned how to drive behind this very wheel.
As my mind resurfaced from memory lane I caught a glimpse of the guy at the stoplight. He wasn't wearing a helmet and I could see his teeth glitter in the sunlight on this unusually sunny afternoon in Forks, Washington. I pulled into the back of the diner to start my shift, checking the time before I began the mental countdown to when I would clock off as a grabbed my notepad and tucked a pencil behind my ear.
The hours were getting later as checked my watch again only to look up as the bell above the door rang and I met the eyes of the same handsome stranger at the light today. I walked over to him and smiled, "Good Evening, what can I get for you today?"
"Just a burger and fries, a coke with that too, please." He winked at me and I could hear Sam shriek from the register behind me. My mouth turned in at the corners, my dimples caved with a smile I knew would keep his attention. I walked back to the counter where Ricky, our late-night cook, took the order and I checked my watch again. "You should be glad you got him before me, that guy is gorgeous." Sam whistled. I took a minute to truly study his appearance. He had chopped black hair, brown eyes and a tan muscular build. I shook my head as if I could rid my mind of not so innocent thoughts. I went back to my current task of filling his drink.
"And not to mention – don't look now – I'm pretty sure he's checking you out." Sam nudged me.
I rolled my eyes in response but when I looked over my shoulder, there he was, looking me up and down and when our eyes met I could feel my cheeks blush. I giggled and looked away like I was twelve and I instantly wanted to hurl at my actions. Sooner than I would have liked, Ricky ringed the bell so I answered by picking up his up his plate. I tried to act normal as I approached his booth, sitting his dinner on the table. I only greeted him with a smile and went to turn away before he stopped me, "Would you mind joining me?" He asked. I spun around on my heels to meet chocolate eyes staring back at me. Eager to stay in the spotlight of his gaze I slid into the seat across from him and crossed my legs under the table, making myself comfortable. No one else filled the diner at this hour, come to think of it I didn't know why we even stayed open this late when we only had roughly twenty orders after eight. "It would be my pleasure."
"I don't think I caught your name," he glanced down to my name tag. "Ray?"
"Reagan, actually…" I blushed once again but this time in embarrassment at the nickname I had been given by my father. "And you?"
"Jacob Black, I've never seen you around here." He squinted in thought rather than question.
"I'm from South Carolina- "
"Ah, that explains the accent." Jacob smiled as if he had figured it all out.
"Yeah…" I brushed the hair that had fallen from my braid behind my ear.
"So why Forks?"
"You ask a lot of questions." I answered in a light tone as I chuckled at his interrogation.
"My apologies, I've just never seen you around and I know everybody in Forks, it's a small town."
"To say the least." I laughed louder at that statement. "It's your turn, Jacob, are you from Forks?"
"I actually live on the Indian Reservations, La Push. My Grandfather was the tribe chief of the Quileute's." He had broken his gaze with me as he began shoveling food in his mouth instead. I had never seen a kid eat like that. We kept our private chatter in that booth until he began whipping his mouth with a napkin as he was finished. I exchanged his bill for his empty plate, trying not to frown at the fact that our little talk was over. Jacob met me at the register where he paid and we shared a sad, unspoken goodbye. He walked out the door as he slid on his leather jacket and while I watched him straddle his bike under the neon signs from the diner he smirked at me. A wink sealed the promise of me seeing him again and suddenly I didn't feel so uneasy about our goodbye.