Chapter 1
"That was a great practice today, Melissa. If you keep this up, you might have a chance of joining the Olympics!" "Thanks, Mr. Clark!" I skated off of the ice and started making my way towards the locker room.
I was one of the best figure skaters that Mr. Clark had ever seen in his coaching career, and he never made it a secret. Some people would think that flattery would make me conceited or arrogant about my awesome skating abilities, but I was like that to begin with. I knew that I was the best and I didn't need anyone to tell me so.
I changed out of my practice clothes and back into my regular clothes. I took one quick look in the mirror and decided a reapplication of lip gloss would be necessary. I fluffed my hair a little more and decided that I looked spectacular.
I stepped out of the locker room and walked right into Andrew, a fellow figure skater. We practiced together partly because Mr. Clark says that we work well together and partly because Andrew had a small crush on me. I mean, I don't blame the guy, but honestly, he needed to get over himself.
"Hey, Melissa! Do you need a ride home?" he asked, his eyes shining brightly. I shook my head. "Sorry, Andy. Jacob's coming to pick me up from practice." Like he did every fucking practice. Geez, it's like this guy couldn't get a hint.
"Oh." He followed me out of the rink and stayed with me until Jacob pulled up. "You know, you don't have to do this," I told him, hoping that he wasn't getting the wrong idea. He shrugged. "It's okay. I like doing it. Besides, I don't like you standing out here alone," he said softly. I smiled up at him. Andy wasn't really that bad of a guy.
When I first moved here, Andy was new to the whole ice skating thing. I kind of helped him get the hang of his jumps and leaps and twirls. We had become friends. Now that we're older, 16 to be exact, his feelings for me have changed. He didn't tell me, but I already knew.
I saw Jacob's rabbit coming down the street and I noticed Andrew's smile fade. Andrew wasn't bad looking. His hair was cut into a Beiber style, which Jacob and his friends made a point of making fun of, and his eyes were very light blue. He wore glasses, but took them off during practice. His face was okay to look at.
Jacob, on the other hand, was perfection. His body was tan and muscular. He was tall and handsome beyond belief. He had this smile, my god, and his eyes, you wouldn't even believe. It was like everything about him was completely and totally what I wanted. Like, he was made especially for me.
The problem was… "Hey, Squirt! You ready to head out?" Jacob called from the driver's seat of his car. He saw me as a little sister. "Yeah, Jake," I replied, getting in the passenger seat. I waved to Andy as we drove off and he waved back.
"So, how was practice?" he asked me, turning down the car radio. "It was okay." I then went into explicit detail about every little thing that happened at practice. "You're good enough for the Olympics! For sure," he complimented. I heard it from my coach, but hearing it from Jacob made it all the more real.
I knew that I loved Jacob since I was twelve years old. He's been in my life since then, too. I mean, I used to have this crush on Samantha's, my older sister, boyfriend, Seth. However, that was short lived. After I saw Jacob, I couldn't even really remember the other guy's name.
Now, I'm sixteen years old, and arguably the sexiest thing walking around Forks High School. I have guys asking me out left and right. Every girl wants to be me and every guy wants to do me. However, I never gave in to the guys. If it wasn't Jacob, then it wasn't good enough.
That's why, for the life of me, I can't understand why Jacob couldn't get with the program. I knew he had feelings for me. Sometimes I'll catch him staring at me and sometimes he'll say the sweetest things; things that would be inappropriate for an older brother to say.
"What are you doing this weekend?" he asked out of the blue. I shrugged. "Nothing. Why?" "Do you want to go see a movie or something?" he asked. "Sure." I smiled brightly at him. I knew it didn't mean anything though. Jacob had taken me to tons of movies and nothing ever happens.
We drove the rest of the way home in silence, each of us lost in our own thoughts.
When we pulled up to my house, Jacob followed behind me. Jacob had been around for so long that he was basically family. He didn't need to ask for permission to come in our house anymore.
The house was quiet. I expected as much. Ever since Baby Doll and Kaitlyn left for college, the house barely made a noise. Other than Jason, the cutest nephew in the world, of course.
"You hungry?" I asked him already making my way towards the kitchen. I didn't need to wait to hear his response. I was only asking out of habit. Jacob was ALWAYS hungry. "Sure," he said, plopping himself down at the island. I took down a loaf of bread and started taking things out to make the four sandwiches that Jacob was about to inhale.
We talked idly about school and his garage. Apparently, he was doing pretty well. I was happy for him, but I couldn't fathom the idea of being in a greasy garage all day. However, the thought of Jacob being in a greasy garage all day was something a little more appealing. I laid his sandwiches down in front of him and he started eating them immediately.
My phone vibrated and I knew that I got a text message. It was Andy.
What are you doing weekend?
I'm going to the movies with Jake.
Oh.
Yeah, sorry. Maybe next time.
I put my phone back in my pocket and Jacob gave me a weird look.
"Who was that?" I shrugged. "Just Maggie," I lied. I didn't want Jacob to know that Andy and I were so close. I'm pretty sure that it wouldn't mean anything and it probably wouldn't change how he felt about me.
I fixed myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and sat across from Jacob. He stared at me and I could feel my cheeks reddening again.
"What? Is there something on my face?" I asked, rubbing my face with my paper towel.
"No. Do you want a glass of milk?" I nodded my head. See what I mean? He'd do things like that that would make me think that he liked me. Then, he'd act all brotherly. With this guy, I always felt like I never knew what to expect from him.
The front door opened and I could hear Amber and Jason walking in. "Mello Jello!" He yelled coming into the kitchen. I picked him up and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "How was daycare?" I asked him. "Fun!" He flailed his arms and I put him back down.
He immediately ran up to Jacob and Jacob picked him up and gave him a hug. Jacob had been in Jason's life for all of his life. He looked up to him. He even called him "Uncle Jakey". I would've been happier if Jason didn't think Jacob was our brother and instead thought that he was my husband. But, you know, whatever.
"I wanna go to garage," Jason told him. Jacob smiled at him. "Maybe next weekend. If it's okay with your mom," Jake told him. I loved the relationship between Jason and Jacob. I could tell that Jacob was going to be an awesome dad some day.
"It's no problem," Amber, my oldest sister, said walking into the kitchen. "Thanks for picking Melissa up from practice, again, Jacob." "No problem." Jacob's been picking me up from almost every practice for the past four years. However, Amber always made sure to thank him.
"Are you staying for dinner?" she asked. Like always, Jacob said yes. "Good. It's fried chicken night!" she said excitedly. I swear, if food was involved in anything, Jacob and Amber had the same amount of enthusiasm.
"Awesome!" See? Too much enthusiasm.
Jacob and I sat in the kitchen and kept Amber company while she cooked. Every so often, I would look over and see Jacob staring at me. My heart would flutter, and he would look away as if nothing happened.
After I set the table, Nate came home right on time. We started eating immediately. Amber learned by now that when it came to food, it was best to just let Jacob fix his own plate. Your arms would get tired from putting so much food on it. He didn't mind and neither did we. I think that out of all of the guys that came through here with Kaitlyn and Samantha, Amber and Nate liked Jacob best.
After dinner, I walked Jacob to his car and he gave me a bear hug like he always does before he pulled off. Then, I went upstairs, attempted my homework, and went to sleep. This was how my days usually were.
That weekend, I prepared myself for my "date" with Jacob. I wore a cute "date" dress that Maggie talked me into buying when we went shopping one time. She said it accentuated my curves. Back then, I didn't really have curves so I didn't really fill out the dress. Now, however, curves were definitely visible.
I wore a small jacket over it and flats. I put my signature headband and waited upstairs for Jacob to come.
10 minutes before our date, there was a knock on the door. I waited for someone to answer it. "Melissa, Jake's here!" Nate screamed up the stairs. I took my time coming downstairs. I didn't want him to think I was too excited.
"Wow, you look amazing!" Jacob said as I stood in front of him. I gave him my brightest smile and walked with him out the door.
"What are we going to see?" Jacob asked me. Another thing that I loved about Jacob; he would always let me pick the movie. Honestly, I could say "hey Jacob, let's go watch a movie about ponies and unicorns," and Jacob would be just as eager to see it as if I had said "transformers".
"How about we go see that new werewolf movie?" I asked him. Jacob got a little tense at the idea of it, but he wasn't like that for long. "What's wrong, Jacob? You afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?" I taunted. He gave a chuckle. "Nope," he answered. He wasn't going to get off that easy. "My name is Little Red Jake and I'm afraid of the Big Bad Wolf because he'll huff and puff and blow my house down," I teased as he drove closer to LaPush.
"Little Red Jake? Are you being racist right now?" Jacob asked, a smile on his face and a laugh in his voice. I covered my mouth with my hands. I didn't mean for it to be racist. Jacob saw my expression and laughed. Like, he seriously laughed at me. He wiped the tears out of his eyes and everything. I rolled my eyes. "Whatever, Jacob. It's not funny!" I said laughing, too.
After thirty minutes and Jacob's crazy driving, we were in Port Angeles theatre, waiting for Wolf Monster 3 to start. Jacob had gone to get popcorn and sodas and I was texting on my cell phone, blatantly ignoring the glares and scowls from the other moviegoers.
You should totally go Dave's party next weekend. His parents are going to be out of town and I heard that his older brother is going to buy booze.-Maggie
IDK. I mean, last time I went to one of Dave's parties, I got super grounded. I don't think it'd be a good idea.
That was years ago, Melissa. You're practically an adult now. I'll be there and so will Andy. Nothing will happen, I promise.
Okay. I'll think about it.
As Jacob was sitting down in his seat, I put my phone back in my pocket. Jacob gave me a questioning look and I just smiled at him. I didn't want him to know about this party. The last time I went to a party, Jacob pulled me out of it, enraged. I mean, sure, I was only fourteen and was drunk out of this world, but it took a while for me to live that disaster down. It took a while for Jacob to trust me again.
I mean, seriously, my parents, Amber, and Nate weren't as pissed off at me as Jacob was. He wouldn't talk to me or look at me. He stopped coming around and I've never been so depressed in my life.
However, that was years ago and Maggie was right. I was practically an adult. I could take care of myself. I'll just stay away from alcohol and creepy dudes and I'll be fine. I just wasn't going to tell Jacob because I knew that he'd over react like he always does.
I grabbed a handful of popcorn and shoved it in my mouth, ignoring Jacob's raised eyebrow. He shrugged it off and waited for the movie to start. Jacob wasn't the type of guy to sit around and wait patiently for answers. He would bug the hell out of you until you fessed up. The movie was just going to prolong the questioning.
The movie was pretty scary. I jumped every so often and I kept my eyes closed for some of the gorier scenes. Jacob laughed through most of it; he laughed at the movie itself and my reaction to it. I couldn't imagine myself in that situation. I would probably die. A giant werewolf coming after you and you have nowhere to run to? Doesn't sound like an ideal way to die.
After the movie, Jacob and I went to an ice cream shop. He had a compilation of like seven different flavors and I only had strawberry. I liked to keep it simple.
"That movie sucked," Jacob complained. "It was scary is what it was. I don't think I'll be able to sleep for weeks." Jacob laughed at me again. "Good thing your house is made of bricks," he commented. I rolled my eyes at him. It was funnier when I made fun of him.
Jacob looked at me seriously. "What would you do if you saw a real werewolf?" I ate a spoonful of ice cream and shrugged. "Die; either from a heart attack or from being eaten." Jacob laughed at me again. "I would much rather come in contact with a vampire," I stated. Jacob's laughter abruptly stopped. "What?!" he asked, all tone of his joy gone.
I shrugged. "Have you seen Interview with a Vampire? Brad Pitt as a vampire for 200, Alex" I said smiling. Jacob didn't look like he got the joke. Or, if he did, he didn't think it was funny.
"For sure, wizards and witches trump vampires and werewolves. Hogwarts, Harry Potter, and wands; if I had to be a supernatural creature, that's the one I would want to be." Jacob raised an eyebrow, still not cracking a smile.
"So, werewolves are at the bottom of the totem pole?" he asked. I shook my head. "I like werewolves more than ghosts and mummies. A whole lot more than zombies. I would definitely not survive the zombie apocalypse," I said, finishing off my ice cream.
"You ready to go?" Jacob asked me. I nodded. Jacob looked like he was in deep thought. I felt bad. What did I say?
"What you thinking bout?" I asked him. He shook his head. "The garage," he said simply. I raised an eyebrow. Well, I guess that could work in my advantage. He was too busy to think about my text messages.
We sat in Jacob's car and he drove me home in silence. I stared out of the window, thinking about what I would wear to this party. I would want to wear something new. I'd have to go shopping with Maggie tomorrow. With her addiction to fashion, I'm pretty sure she wouldn't mind.
"You know, werewolves aren't bad guys," Jacob said out of the blue. I looked at him. Is that what he was thinking about this entire time? "They were in the movie," I argued. "The movie was wrong," he argued back. "Let me guess, werewolves are your favorite supernatural creatures?" Jacob nodded his head.
"In my tribe, we're descendants of wolves. I guess I always had a soft spot for werewolves. Like, I get them," Jacob said with a soft smile. "So, if you don't like werewolves, then they throw you out of the "future chiefs of the tribe" club?" I asked, nudging him with my elbow. He laughed. "Yes."
"Well, I guess they can't be all that bad," I said, finally giving in. If me saying that I liked werewolves would make him happy, then I would do it. Even if I still liked vampires more.
"The actor in Teen Wolf is kind of cute," I finished. Jacob gave me a glance and then turned his attention back to the road. "Cute, huh? Cuter than Brad Pitt?" I laughed. "There are not many people that are cuter than Brad Pitt!" I confessed. The idea of that was hilarious. Ha!
"Am I cuter than Brad Pitt?" Jacob asked, a smile on his face. I really loved his smile. His smile made me smile and I loved to smile.
"You're cuter than everyone, Jacob," I said, looking out of the window. I was hiding my blush. Even though I confessed myself, it wouldn't mean anything. I've told Jacob millions of times that I thought he was cute. It didn't change anything.
We pulled up to my house a little while later. "Are you coming in?" I asked him. He shook his head. "Stuff to do back on the res. I'll come by tomorrow." I got out of the car and walked up to my front door. I waved back at him and stepped inside.
I breathed a sigh of relief. Jake never got around to asking me about my text messages or anything. I felt a little guilty about keeping this away from Jacob. But, only a little.
"Hey, Melissa, is that you?" Amber called from upstairs. I walked upstairs and into her master bedroom. "How was your date?"She asked. I smiled. "It was okay," I told her simply, like I always did when she asked about my dates with Jacob.
I went to sleep and dreamed of my wolf like I always did. He was a russet colored wolf. There was no other way to describe him. In my dreams, I'd just lie there with him in the middle of the forest. I wouldn't say anything and he wouldn't do anything. I would just lay my head on his back and run my hands through his fur.
My wolf was no ordinary wolf, though. My wolf was huge. I mean, he was the size of a horse. He also didn't have the eyes of a wolf. His eyes were dark brown, almost black. He was also the calmest wolf I've ever seen. Not that I've seen many wolves, but he wasn't as vicious as I assumed them all to be.
I felt at complete and total peace when I was with my wolf. I felt like nothing could ever harm me when he was around. I didn't have to worry about mummies or ghosts or zombies. I mean, I had a killer guard dog.
When I woke up it was around 9 in the morning so I called Maggie. Maggie was a morning person, so I knew she'd be up.
Hello?
Hey, Maggie. Feel like a shopping trip? I'm gonna need something new to wear for the dance.
So, you're going to go? Awesome! Okay, give me like 30 minutes and I'll pick you up. We'll go to Port Angeles. I need to get something, too.
Okay, see you in a bit.
I hung up the phone and started getting ready for my day. I took a long shower and wore a pair of nice fitting jeans with a halter top. It might've been too cold for that, but I didn't care. I looked hot.
I was biting into an apple for breakfast when the doorbell rang. I ran to answer the door and Maggie stood on the other side of it, her short red hair curling under her chin. I loved Maggie's hair. It was so edgy. Her bright blue eyes stood out against her pale skin. She was definitely born and raised in Washington State.
"Are you ready?" Maggie asked me, her ray bans sitting on top of her head. "Yeah, let me just tell Amber that I'm leaving." I ran upstairs to her room and peeped my heads on. "Maggie and I are going shopping. I'll be back later," I told her. "Wait!" Amber screamed, before I could get out of earshot.
"I need you to babysit Jason for me, tonight. Nate's taking me out," she squealed. I rolled my eyes. I loved Jason, but I still didn't want to have to come back home so early. "Maggie can spend the night if it's any consolation," she offered a sympathetic smile. I nodded. "Okay. I'll be back," I yelled before leaving the house.
"So, what do you think about the new kid, Onorato?" Maggie asked.
We were sitting at a café with our bags from shopping. I was tired and hungry and Maggie finally agreed to take a break.
I shrugged. Onorato was some kid from Italy that was in our grade. He had blonde hair and purple eyes and it seemed like every girl in school wanted to jump him. I mean, even teachers were giving him attempts at getting "extra credit". Onorato wasn't my type. He was tall but he wasn't tall enough. He was too pale. His name wasn't Jacob Black.
"I think he is so sexy. My god, he's so smart and athletic. I can imagine our babies now. You know, I think he's going to go to the party," Maggie said matter of factly. I shrugged. Still didn't care.
"Maybe you can get him to dance with you," I suggested. Maggie's eyes brightened and I could tell she was imagining it. "He does everything else perfectly, I'm sure he's a phenomenal dancer," Maggie gushed. I'd never seen Jacob dance. I wonder how we would look dancing with me.
"Yeah, I'm sure he his," I agreed, only half listening.
To be honest, there was something off about Onorato. He was weird. He was too pale and too quiet. He kept to himself mostly, but he attracted so much attention.
His story was that his parents died in a fire and he lives with his older brother and his wife. They all look so young, but they all look the same. They all had violet eyes and pale skin. It was just too off putting for me.
I had never spoken two words to the guy, even though our schedules were exactly the same.
We left the café shortly after and drove back to my house. I showed Amber my new clothes but kept the reason for shopping a secret. Amber wouldn't be too fond of my party secret either.
Amber and Nate left for their date and Jason was asleep in his bed. Maggie and I stayed up and talked more about the party and Onorato. I kept checking my phone, but I hadn't got a text or call from Jacob all day. I tried to ignore the thought, but it kept bugging me. What could be so important at the garage?
I hope you guys liked the first chapter. I promised a story of Jacob and Melissa and here it is. This is my fourth story in my imprint series. I must advice that you check out Seth's Baby Doll, Paul's Ballerina, and Embry's Oak. You might be able to read this story without reading the others, but they're awesome so you should check them out anyway!
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