Hot.

Hot hot hot.

Jacob Black was fucking hot. I'm kind of an expert, seeing as how I've spent the entire first semester of US History staring at the back of his head. It wasn't that I had a crush on him per say, I was just able to appreciate the wonderful outcome of genetics and varsity football. Besides, I had given up on getting a boyfriend in high school long ago. I had enough social stigma to deal with already, without being the only out guy at Forks added on.

Now I know what you're thinking, through some crazy series of shenanigans I'd awkwardly stumble my way into Jacob's heart, calling out to some hidden bisexual tendencies he'd been hiding since boy scouts. Then, our romance would turn the school upside down with a shockwave of High School Musical proportions.

Good one.

I was content to just wait until college to start dating. Until then I'd enjoy being the weird brother of the school's queen bee.

I packed up my things and headed for my locker as the bell rang.

"I hear there's quite the raging party at your place tonight." My best friend Alice said leaning on the locker next to mine.

"No, there's a raging party at Rosalie's place. I'm just unfortunate enough to live there."

"Come on Jazz, don't you wanna get socialized?" she waggled her eyebrows.

"I don't think anyone at that party tonight is interested in my kind of socializing." I slammed my locker, heading out towards the parking lot.

Alice fell in step beside me, "Oh how would you know? There could be some guys."

"Yeah right, you coming?"

"Naturally." Alice said doing a spin as we hit the lot.

"Perhaps I could be bothered to leave my room then."

"His majesty is so gracious." Alice rolled her eyes before kissing me on the cheek. "Wear something hot!" she called over her shoulder as she skipped to her bright yellow car.

Contrary to Alice's predictions, the night was as socially alienating as expected. After leaving Alice to flirt with one of the reservation boys, I headed up to my room. I was sick of seeing people I barely knew let alone liked, make asses of themselves in my living room.

I settled on my bed, rereading my copy of Good Omens, I was in the mood for obscure British humor. My solitude was not meant to last however as not long after my bedroom door opened, revealing what I can only assume was the government's latest progress in combining human and grizzly DNA.

Emmett McCarty. He was Alice's cousin and a regular at Rose's parties.

"Bathroom's across the hall." I said, used to drunk jocks stumbling into my room in search of a place to piss.

"Thanks. I mean, I'm not looking for a bathroom."

"Oh, Rose's room is next door."

"Oh God, no." he looked scandalized, "Not that she isn't pretty, I mean we're just friends. Any guy would be lucky to-"

"I get it. My sister's smokin'. What do you want?"

His eyes darted down before returning to me, "What are you reading?"

"Good Omens." I said showing him the cover.

"Dope, I prefer Sandman, but that's definitely a classic."

"Uh, yeah." I said, surprised he had recognized the title.

"Why aren't you downstairs?"

"Like I wanna watch my sister make out with her flavor of the week?"

"Jake Black." Emmett supplied.

My jaw tightened at the mention of my not-crush macking on my sister. I decided to remove the focus from myself. "Why aren't you downstairs with the rest of them?" I looked him over, he had on the typical bro uniform of a polo and Abercrombie jeans. He wasn't exactly my type, but with his wide muscular build he was sure to score with girls easily.

He shrugged, "Its loud."

"So you decided to seek out the peace and quiet of playing 20 questions with me?"

He laughed roughly, "You're funny Jasper."

"You know my name?" Damn, I hadn't meant to say that out loud.

"Yeah, you know mine don't you?"

"Emmett."

He grinned, revealing dimples on either side of his mouth.

I realized he was still standing awkwardly, nervously, in my doorway. "Do you wanna, uh, come in?" I pulled my feet up Indian style, freeing up the foot of the bed. The mattress dipped under his weight. He seemed so out of place in my room, the warm red of my walls clashing with his pale skin and blue shirt, almost the same color as his eyes.

"If the party's too loud why'd you show up? I mean I live here, so I don't have a choice."

"I always come to Rosie's parties."

"I know the feeling, Alice loves to take me places I'd rather not go."

"Are you two... dating?" he looked uncomfortable.

I laughed, "No need to worry, your cousin is safe from my dastardly clutches. We're only friends, totally not my type."

"Word." he chewed on his lip, "So you, uh, like history?" he asked, looking around at the various antique maps and relics around my room.

"Yeah, figure I'll do something with it in college."

"Lucky," Emmett sighed "I have no idea what I wanna do."

"Well, what do you like?"

"Reading, soccer, music."

"You could become a soccer player who wails on guitar after every goal and then writes about it."

He laughed again, "Shit, why didn't I think of that?"

"Because I'm brilliant."

"And humble." He looked at me like I was the world's hardest Rubix cube and he wanted to figure me out. It made me shift where I sat.

"Keep looking at me like that and you'll have to buy me dinner." I joked, trying to diffuse the tar thick tension Emmett had created with a simple glance.

He didn't respond, he just kept looking at me. I was about to ask if he was okay, but I never got the chance. He grabbed the back of my head with one of his massive hands and pulled me into a hard kiss. He pulled away right after standing and running a hand through his dark hair.

"Fuck, man. I'm sorry, I didn't-"

"Its fine Emmett... just, why did you just kiss me?" My first kiss I neglected to add.

"Just forget about it."

"I think I have a right to know why someone kisses me." Especially a kiss like that.

"I wanted to, okay?"

"Really?" I wasn't exactly the typical target of the hot jock crowd.

"Well, yeah."

I got off the bed and stood in front of him, "Well I wasn't exactly planning on that but, it wasn't bad."

He blinked. "Serious?"

I nodded. Granted, I didn't have anything to compare to, but it seemed good enough.

"Uh, can I..." he looked at my lips.

I nodded again, words not interested in coming out my mouth at the moment. I tilted my chin up as he gently held my hips. Not quite sure where to put my hands, I settled on his shoulders. Not the smoothest set up, but it would do. Kissing Emmett was a brand new kind of amazing I had never imagined. It was all warm, soft, and good. So utterly...

"Shit in a shopping cart!"

Ruined.

Emmett pulled away from me to stare at a totally gobsmacked Alice.

"Jazz, were you just making out with my cousin?"

"Sort of?"

"Well, aside from a certain relative never telling me he swung that way, I'm totally cool with it." She waved a hand flippantly. "I was just coming to tell you I was leaving, so please carry on." She winked at us, "bye."

"That wasn't awkward." Emmett said sarcastically, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah." I said suddenly feeling self conscious with the reality of what we were doing so gracefully thrown in my face by Alice.

Emmett rubbed the back of his neck. "I should probably go too."

"All right."

"See you uh, Monday? Lunch?"

I smiled, "Perfect."

So fucking perfect.