What if EJ had been born instead of Renesmee? This is the story of Jacob Black, EJ and introducing Lillian a new character! The story takes place 5 years after the final events of Breaking Dawn and a lot has changed! So sit back relax and enjoy the ride!
I looked up at the stormy sky and sighed as raindrops washed my face clean. Moving to Forks really was the best decision my parents have ever made. We moved here after my Grandpa passed away and left us his house, which not to sound horrible, but was good news for my family. My Dad had just lost his second job in the past year and we were close to penniless.
"Lillian," my mom called "Get inside you're going to catch a cold."
I smiled up at stormy clouds "Coming!" I said and sprinted toward the house making sure to splash in a large puddle on my way. The house was warm and cozy, I giggled as I took off my soaking wet coat and hung it up to dry. "Hey, Mom" I said as I walked in to the small kitchen and grabbed a cookie off the baking sheet, she had just pulled from the oven. I sighed as I munched and looked around my new home, the kitchen was small, and dark, come to think of it the whole house was dark but it suited me. I didn't mind the wood paneling, or rich wooden floors, or the exposed beams. It felt cozy, like a real home should feel.
Mom turned to smile at me "Just one Lillian, dinner's almost done." She chastised. I smiled around a mouth full of cookie and grabbed another off the sheet and danced out of the way before she could smack me with a dishtowel. I ran up stairs and out of her reach "Dinner's in 30." She called laughter coloring her words.
"Kay," I yelled back my mouth full of delicious chocolate chip cookie. I stopped at the door to my bedroom and smiled. My bedroom! My very own bedroom! I was so excited! I had never had a room of my own. I smiled and opened the door.
The room was small, the ceiling was peaked exposing dark wooden beams, and the paneling had been painted over in a soft white. My smile grew; it was beyond perfect. We never had much in the way of furniture so we were lucky that the house came fully furnished. I now had a queen bed with an iron headboard and a wooden dresser that was half empty even after filling it with all of my clothes. I jumped on to the bed and smiled up at the ceiling, this was going to be great. I wasn't even the least bit bummed about starting school tomorrow.
The next morning I woke with a smile on my face, and skipped over to my dresser and picked out an outfit for school, grabbing a blue flannel shirt a white tank for underneath, and jeans. I dressed quickly and stopped in the bathroom to brush my hair and quickly run some mascara over my thick lashes. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled my long deep blonde hair fell in waves down my back only a few shades lighter then my olive colored skin, my blue eyes stood out in contrast, a gift from my father, sparkled with excitement, and my full lips pulled into a grin. I bounded down the stairs and into the kitchen. I grabbed the milk from the fridge and took a gulp before grabbing an apple and heading toward the door. "Bye!" I yelled over my shoulder, though I knew no one would respond, Dad was probably still passed out and Mom would be trying to get him up. Sighing, I put the apple in my mouth before mounting my bike and riding to school one handed as I ate.
The school was small, like really small, if I had to guess I'd say that the whole school was less then half the size of my junior class back home. I took the last bite of my apple as I dismounted my bike and slipped it into a slip, locking it in place and walked toward the building labeled "Office".
"Hi" I said cheerfully to the plump woman behind the counter, she smiled at me and held up a finger asking me to wait. The room was warm and dry and full of potted plants. I smiled this place was very different from my last school in LA.
"Sorry about that dear, how can I help you?" the plump women said smiling.
"Hi, I'm Lillian Cage, I'm transferring from Canoga Park High." I said with a smile.
"Oh, of course!" she said her smile widening "I'm Mrs. Cope, let me just grab your schedule." She turned and gathered a few papers before turning back to me "Here's your schedule, a map of the school, and have all your teachers sign this slip and bring it back after school."
I took the papers and glanced at my classes, and then looked back up "Um, Mrs. Cope?"
"Yes Dear?"
"Are Volleyball tryouts over yet?" I asked hopefully.
"They start next week, talk to Coach Clapp and he'll be able to give you more information." She smiled
"Kay, thanks." I said and left. I glanced at my schedule; great my first class was English with Mr. Mason in building 3. Sighing I looked at the map before shoving both into my pocket and mixed in to the crowd of people headed toward building 3.
I walked into Mr. Mason's class and shrugged out my coat and walked over his desk. I cleared my throat and handed the tall balding man my slip. He took it and blinked twice "Ah, yes our new student." He said and signed my slip "Have a seat wherever." he said handing me my slip with one hand and motioned toward the rows of desks with the other.
"Thanks," I said taking the slip and walked toward an empty seat in the middle. It was obvious that kids at this school were not used to new kids. Some were staring, others were looking me up and down judging, a few girls whispered behind their hands and giggled, and one boy in the back whispered "Nice ass," to his snickering friend. I smiled crookedly before sliding into my desk.
"Hey, you must be Lillian Cage." said the boy sitting next to me. He was tall for his age but gangly, and had mop of messy red hair and freckles. "I'm Collin Mallory" he said blushing.
"Lil, is fine or Lilly, whichever." I smiled "Nice to meet you Collin" Mr. Mason called our class to attention, and passed out a reading list, man this class was going to suck.
The rest of my classes blew by with out incident, and a girl from trig, Ashley, asked me if I wanted to sit with her at lunch. I agreed and followed her to her table after grabbing a pizza and a coke from the counter. "Lilly, this is Sam," Ashley gestured to a strawberry blonde with braces, Sam waved hello "and Taylor" a tall girl with lean muscles and black hair, "and you know Collin." She said rounding out the group. We all said our hellos before a large rowdy group of boys came into the cafeteria. "Oh god," sighed Ashley rolling her eyes.
"Who are they?" I asked studying their letterman jackets. They all looked like ordinary jocks to me, my kind of crowd. One stood out though he was tall, taller then any of the other boys, with bronze curly hair and warm brown eyes.
"Varsity football team." She said glaring at them.
"You're just mad that Cullen dumped you." Taylor said around a mouth full of pizza.
"Whatever," Ashley said rolling her eyes brooding.
"Who's the tall one with the curly hair?" I asked looking him up and down.
"That's EJ Cullen." Sam whispered, "Him and Ash used to date."
As if called EJ turned, eyes landing on Ashley's back, and surveying the table before meeting my eyes. His smiled widened, a flash of white that sent a chill down my spine and swarm of butterflies in my stomach.