Shoutout to my new Beta reader, Nicole (nicoleXben), for helping me with this story.

I uploaded this before but then I hit writer's block so I couldn't continue with it. I know this story is following the movies but instead of Bella getting together with Edward, she gets together with Jacob. If you've read my other Twilight stories, it's obvious I'm Team Jacob.

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns The Twilight Saga

BPOV

I don't have many memories of Forks. I was four years old when my mother left my father. She took me with her and we moved to Phoenix, Arizona. Growing up, my mother was never romantically involved with anyone after my father. She never even went on dates. All her focus was on making sure I had food, water, and a roof over my head.

After her funeral, I was sent to live with my father, Charlie. I'm only seventeen years old, which means that I am still a minor and don't have a choice in the matter. Charlie, however, was ecstatic that I was moving back to live with him. Since my mom and I left, he's been trying to reach out to me but she wouldn't let him. She never told me why she left, but now that I'm here in Forks, Charlie has a second chance at being my dad.

Charlie picked me up from the Seattle airport in his police cruiser. It was a near-silent car ride with only the awkwardly mumbled "Sorry about your mom" when I first got in. In my periphery, I would occasionally see Charlie shoot me glances like he wanted to say something but didn't know where to start.

We pull up in front of the white two-story house I spent my first four years in. "I had it renovated," I hear Charlie say. "In case you had ever wanted to come and visit. I guess that's a little more permanent now that you're going to be living here."

I open the passenger door and get out of the car without saying anything. Charlie does the same and goes around the back to grab my suitcases and bags from the trunk.

When we get inside, I follow Charlie up the stairs. He tells me he's left a few shelves in the bathroom for me. "Oh, right. One bathroom," I mutter as I follow him to my room. He also tells me that he had the walls repainted and got rid of the old furniture in exchange for new ones.

"The saleslady picked out the bed stuff," Charlie explains as he sets down my suitcases and bags by the foot of the bed. "You like purple, right?"

"Purple's cool," I say. "Thanks."

Awkward silence falls between us. Charlie glances around the room, scratching the back of his neck. "Well, I'll leave you to it," he says, walking past me and down the stairs.

I jerk awake in bed, not realizing I had fallen asleep after I unpacked my stuff. The front door is ajar when I walk down the stairs to the living room. I go to open it a little wider and find Charlie in the driveway, talking to two men. One is in a wheelchair.

"Bella, you remember Billy Black?" Charlie asks when I step outside. He gestures to the man in the wheelchair. The man, Billy, is heavyset with russet skin, a deeply wrinkled face and black eyes.

"You look good," I say, reaching out to shake his hand which he reciprocates.

"Still dancing," he smiles, letting go of my hand. "I heard about your mom. My condolences to you." He puts a hand over his heart before continuing. "But I'm glad you're finally here. Charlie here hasn't shut up about it since he told us you were coming."

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Charlie roll his eyes.

"You remember my son, Jacob?" Billy gestures to the tall young man behind him.

The man, Jacob is smiling at me when I make eye contact with him. He's the splitting image of his father with long, glossy black hair pulled back with a rubber band at the nape of his neck and dark eyes. It's hard to tell underneath the black hoodie and dark wash jeans he's wearing but he also has a strong, muscular build, like he works out every day.

"We used to make mud pies when we were little," Jacob points out.

"I remember," I reply. There is an awkward silence before anyone speaks again.

"So, what do you think?" Charlie asks, gesturing to the red truck I hadn't noticed was right there next to us in the driveway.

"This?" I point at it.

"Yeah," he says. "Just bought it from Billy."

"I rebuilt the engine for you so it should run pretty nicely," Jacob tells me. "Why don't I show you how to drive it?"

For the first time since arriving in Forks, I'm smiling. I've had a driver's license but no car to go along with it. Now I finally will have both, even if it's just a beat-up old truck. I'm okay with that. And with Jacob Black taking me out for my first drive in it, I'm even more okay.

Charlie, the chief of police, pulled some strings to get me into Forks High School in the middle of semester. So the following Monday, I'm driving to school in my truck, my blue backpack sitting in the passenger seat beside me. The school had sent the supplies I needed for my classes, including my schedule and locker number and combination. I was bummed when Jacob told me he doesn't go to Forks High School. He's at the school on the La Push reservation where he and his dad live; it would've been nice to know one person.

Everyone is staring at me as I pull into the student parking lot and park my truck in one of the stalls. "Nice ride," one guy comments as I get out, grabbing my backpack and swinging it over my shoulder along the way. He's sitting on one of the picnic tables with what I'm assuming are his friends. It's not a rude comment.

"Thanks," I mutter as I walk past him and his friends.

Here goes nothing, I think as I take the steps one at a time to the front open door of the building, clutching my backpack. Once I step inside, a guy wearing a blue shirt and jeans immediately approaches me.

"Hi, you're Isabella Swan, the new girl," he says, smiling and reaching out his hand for me to shake. "I'm Eric, the eyes and ears of this place. So if there's anything you need, don't hesitate to ask. But I would love to feature you on the front page of our school newspaper. I'm the editor."

"Oh, please don't involve me in anything," I beg him. "I don't like the attention." Even though I'm already getting a lot of it with everyone walking by and staring at me.

Eric's smile momentarily falters. "No feature then."

I give him a small smile, silently thanking him.

"Do you need someone to show you around?" he asks.

I shake my head. "I'll be fine," I say.

"Okay, cool," Eric says, the smile never leaving his face. "Well, I have to go but I'll see you later, yeah?"

I just nod my head and he walks away. I sigh and start walking down the hallway, looking for my locker, hoping my first day goes by quickly.