Yes, I changed my name.

Okay, readers. I'm not sure how many of you have read my other story, Hip To My Heart, but this will be longer and the time span of chapters will be shorter. Instead o skipping weeks and months at a time, it'll be more like days. So, here goes!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight

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The girls and I have decided we will let everyone know our story. Me and Jake, Claire and Quil, Embry and Jasmine, and all the other girls. And it isn't like anyone will believe it, right? Ha, well, here goes!

My name is Leighanne Najeria, and I am invisible. I have two best friends, Jasmine Hans and Claire Young. Together, we are the 'Invisible Ones'. I know it isn't that creative, but we were in sixth grade, and someone asked who we were, so I told them.

Claire and Jasmine had been there for me through everything. My first broken bone, my first boyfriend, my dog's death, and so much more. The thing they were always with me for though, was my parents death. It had all happened so fast, but they stayed with me though it all.

When it came to guys, I'd had a few boyfriends. But that was only because the relationship never lasted long. I was shy and quiet, and not very open to anyone. When a guy tried to kiss me, I immediately back off and didn't do anything except ask him to give me time. One guy even cheated on me. I did nothing. I didn't cry or get angry. I just shrugged it off and let him dump me.

On the last day of my senior year, it was just Jasmine and I, since Claire had ditched us for the La Push gang. We were so excited it was difficult to contain our happiness. As usual, we were invisible. We passed through the hallways and people didn't say anything to us when we accidentally bumped against us. No, "Watch it!" or "Hey, get out of the way!" it was simply as if we weren't there.

Then, out of the blue, the week after spring break Claire drifted away and started dating Quil Ateara. No warning, no nothing. After six years, she just forgot about us. Jasmine told me 'screw her' but I couldn't get over it for awhile.

"Hello, lovely," I said as I slipped into my seat next to Jasmine.

"Hey," she said. "What are we doing in Cook's today?"

'Cook' was our homeroom teacher. At the high school, on the last day, you hung out in homeroom the entire day, doing whatever the teacher wanted. The seniors all loved Cook, and she was an amazing teacher, always knowing the best ways for us to learn and have fun at the time. And the last day before break was always the best.

"I have no idea," I sighed. "But hopefully we won't have to do anything that really matters. I'm thinking about cutting."

"Did that really just come from your mouth," Jasmine teased.

"Very funny," I jabbed her in the side. "But I mean, come on. Seattle U already accepted me on a scholarship. They practically begged to have me, so it's not like skipping the last day of school will affect me. I'm smart, I don't need to know how the end of Pearl Harbor ends. I own the movie."

Feeling especially bored, at eleven o'clock, Jasmine and I stood up and walked out of the classroom. Mrs. Cook said nothing.

We walked out of the classroom and squealed, throwing our arms around each other. "It's the last day of school!"

"And in two days," I said. "We'll be in California with your lovely Aunt, working at a publishing office."

"Walker and Brown publishing," Jasmine said dreamily. "Imagine it. Internship by day, party by night."

"You're crazy," I said. "If you think I'm gonna be partying. I just...don't party. You should know this by now."

"That's why I wish we still had Claire. She would party with me."

"I am terribly sorry about that," I said as we turned a corner, walking right into someone.

Or, well, someone's chest, I should say. Rock hard chest. And warm, strong hands on my waist made sure I didn't fall. The person I ran into chuckled, and I could feel it in his chest.

I looked up and immediately felt lost in the guy. His eyes were black and brown, swirled delightfully together and had my head spinning. I got lost in them, the emotions of the eyes confusing; sorrow, happiness, confusion, uncertainty, and pride. Also, relief. I wasn't sure how long I stared at them, or how long the person held me, or how ling it took me to realize it was Jacob Black. The Jacob Black. I cleared my head.

"Sorry," I mumbled.

He grinned. "Run into people a lot?"

"That's why they call me Grace," I said. He surprised me by laughing at this and helped me straighten myself out.

"Jacob," he said, holding out his hand.

"I know," I said before thinking. When he smirked, I blushed. "Oh no, I mean, like, everyone knows your Jacob Black, the..." I didn't want to say leader of the gang, so I trailed off.

"The leader of the La Push gang, yeah," he laughed. "I've gotten used to that title.

"Sorry," I said.

"No need," he shrugged.

"Well, sorry for bumping into you," I said. "And thanks. It was nice to meet you." I grabbed Jasmine's arm and started to drag her away, as she looked between the two of us, obviously having seen the 'moment' I guess you could say.

"Wait," Jacob called out. I turned around and looked into his deep eyes, smiling. "I don't think I know you're name." My smile didn't falter. It just got wider.

"That's good," I said.

"Why?"

"Because no one else does."

And with that, I turned on my heel and Jasmine walked out if the building with me, confidence in my step.

"What the hell was that?" she exclaimed when we were driving down the road. "He wanted to know your name! The hottest guy in school wanted to know your name, and you turn him down!"

"It's not like I'll ever see him again, chill," I said, though something inthe back of my mind told me that was a lie. "Anyways, I'll be moving to Seattle in the fall and we won't see each other."

"But there was so much heat between you two," she whined. "I had a flash forward of you two being married."

"You are a sad little girl," I laughed. "Some eye contact, a few smiles and one name. Nothing more. And the conversation lasted less than two minutes."

"You're impossible," Jasmine complained, and huffed out a breath, leaning back in the drivers seat. She was such a relaxed driver, sometimes it scares me.

"We have to pack," Jasmine said after a minute or two of silence.

"You haven't packed?"

"You have?"

"Of course," I said. "We're leaving tomorrow."

"I'm a procrastinator," she shrugged. "Deal with it."

"It's a good thing you're smart," I said. "Otherwise, you'd never get into college."

"Don't be mean now," she grinned. I laughed and we drove the rest of the way, our minds on California.

Little did I know, once I got to California, my mind would be on Jacob Black.

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