I'm sorry in advance for not really giving much of a description for Valerie. For those of you who want one now: she's eighteen (and so is Jacob) and she has auburn hair and bright blue eyes. She's not exactly human (hint, hint, wink, wink) but I don't want to ruin everything and if you want a chapter with Jacob's POV, please let me know. By the way, I'm sorry if Valerie seems a little. . . mean in this chapter.
The moment I saw him, I wanted him.
I still don't know what it was that caught my attention. Was it the long, dark hair? Or was it his beautiful eyes that caught my attention?
Either way, no matter what I did, I couldn't forget him or the little girl who was attached to his arm the day we met. She was almost as beautiful as he was (although, in my opinion, no one compared to him) with her chocolate brown eyes and reddish brown curls.
We didn't speak, I'd just bumped into him one day on my way into the library. The girl whose hand he was holding was clutching a large book to her chest and he was holding three other, smaller ones. When we'd bumped into each other, his expression of shock seemed to mirror mine.
"Sorry," he mumbled as he quickly dragged the little girl away. Strangely, she seemed to be giggling as he threw her irritated looks. Maybe, it was just my imagination.
Anyway, he looked Native American. Maybe he's from La Push. . .
And this thought was what led me to my (crazy) plan of going to see him with absolutely no idea of where exactly this guy lived.
"Valerie!" my best friend, Hilary, called. "Are you really going to La Push after school?"
"Yeah, why?" I asked, looking at her outfit which consisted of low slung jeans and a tube top that showed quite a bit of cleavage. She made me feel just a little bit awkward in my baggy jeans and plain white t-shirt.
"Can I come with you? Please?" She asked, looking up at me with her big, hazel eyes.
"Not today," I answered, opening my van's door. "I've got to check on something. I'll probably take you tomorrow. If I go tomorrow."
"Oh, come on!" she whined. God, she sounded like my little brother, David. "There's this guy. . . "
Of course there was, I thought, shaking my head before she could even start gushing about yet another hot guy she'd met at First Beach. "Sorry, can't. Kind of in a hurry," I said, already climbing into my truck.
"Please?" She begged again.
I sighed as I checked the time on my phone. "Fine, get in. I'm pressed for time. David isn't getting out of school for another hour but I still need to hurry because you know how far La Push is from here. . ."
She quickly got in and we were off.
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