Hi guys! Well... this is my first Twilight fic! I really want to get it right. The idea came to me in a rush, so I hope you all like it. This is a Jacob/OC.

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Twilight or any of its characters. What a bummer!

Reviews are welcome!

Adalyn's POV

"Good. One, two, three… Trina, straighten up. Last one and we call it a day, girls! Adalyn, watch your step, for Christ's sake!"

I pouted and looked down on my feet, correcting my pose and looking up again to the teacher. She nodded and started again.

"Alright, girls, see you tomorrow morning for our last rehearsal! Be sure to have your tutus ready!" Mrs. Lovelock said enthusiastically as she put away her music CDs in her black bag.

"Is your tutu ready, Addy?" Trina asked me with a smile on her face as she put some sweatpants on and shoved her shoes on her feet.

"I don't know, Mom was supposed to pick it up today, and she didn't come home for lunch." I said, as I loosened my hair and made another tight bun with it.

"My sister picked up mine yesterday, and it's beautiful!" Trina said, showing her perfect smile on her mouth. I smiled at her and I kneeled down to put my black flats on my feet. We were at the door of the ballet school now. I waved goodbye to Jamie and Rose, and so did Trina. A car honked its horn and Trina turned her head sharply to the street. "Ooh, Dad's here! I'll see you tomorrow at the rehearsal!" she said happily as she kissed my cheek quickly.

"O-kay…" I said nonchalantly.

I looked around for my cousin, Claire. She was nowhere to find, so I returned to the room where we practiced. Claire was six years old, and she was a graceful girl who loved ballet. I started doing ballet since I was seven. Now that I'm nineteen, I dance with the advanced group. We were having a recital tomorrow, and all the girls from the school were assembling a play: Sleeping Beauty. We had been practicing for four months, and it seems that we're going to do great. Mrs. Lovelock was a dedicated teacher who wouldn't stop until it was perfect. The small girls were energetic about the recital, since it was going to be their first. I was used to recitals, and I was on the top five best of the advanced group.

I hadn't noticed that Claire was tugging on my sweatpants until I snapped back to reality.

"Addy, Mommy's here hurry up or our lunch is going to get cold!" Claire scowled at me, and I smiled at her and lifted her with my free arm. She giggled as I ran to the sidewalk and put her on the backseat of the white van. I put her seatbelt on, slid the door shut and opened the door to sit on the front seat.

"How was your rehearsal, girls?" Aunt Maddie asked, looking at me with a warm smile.

"Oh," I couldn't help but smile at my aunt warmly, too. "It was fine… seems like we're ready for tomorrow." I said, putting a finger on my chin.

"Addy, I want to dance like you!" Claire said as she peeked in between aunt Maddie and me.

"Hey, stay in your seat." I told her, pushing her chest backward gently. "You will, you only need to be like… forever at the ballet school." I smiled to myself, looking at the road in front of us. "Hey, aunt Maddie, do you know if Mom already picked my tutu yet? Haven't seen it yet, and Trina has hers already…" I mused.

"Oh, I picked it up yesterday with Claire's, hon. It's at the house. I'll give it to you later." Aunt Maddie said confidently, slowing down the car as we reached the house.

"That's great, aunt. Thanks!" I said as I looked at myself on the small mirror that the car had.

"I prepared some chicken for you girls, get in while I grab some stuff from the trunk."

I grabbed Claire's hand and leaded her to the house. I entered and put my purple bag on the floor next to the door and walked into the kitchen. Claire was already sitting down as I grabbed two plates and served the chicken salad on them. I gave Claire a fork and she started to eat.

"I can't believe you are taking me to a stupid ballet!" Jacob said as he put on a white shirt on. His black shoes were shiny, and his hair, long and brown, was wrapped in a ponytail.

"C'mon, you aren't even doing anything today! Besides, it's important for Claire. Stop whining, dumbass!" Quil said angrily and he punched Jacob's arm.

"Why can't you just go alone?" Jacob said angrily. He started feeling hot. Stupid shirt. He pushed the sleeves up.

"Because I don't feel like it. Hey, you can see pretty girls at the ballet. Claire's cousin is dancing with the advanced group, or so Claire told me. She is like a sister to Claire." Quil's eyes filled with pure love. He was about to start speaking, but Jacob cut him off.

"Claire this, Claire that…" Jacob mumbled grumpily. "What time does it start?" He asked, waving his hands in attempt to give himself some air to cool him down, obviously failing.

"Eight thirty." Quil said, looking for his watch on some random drawer in his room.

"Are you friggin' stupid? It's eight already!" Jacob said furrowing his eyebrows. Although the later the better for me. He thought.

"Let's go then! You better not do anything stupid at the recital." Quil said as he put his watch on his right wrist.

8:30 P.M.

Ballet.

Boring…

What could Bella be doing right now?

Bella and Edward had gotten married a year ago. Word said she looked happy and beautiful. And the same for the groom. Stupid bloodsucker. Jacob had been trying to deal with the fact that Bella was never going to be his. But he couldn't, he just couldn't. Sometimes he wished he was dead, but then he thought about his dad, Billy, and his pack. Surely there were no more risks at Forks and La Push, but he still felt something would come. He longed to see her.

Had she already been transformed?

Ew.

Why? Why did she choose that over me?

His hands started shaking slightly, and Quil, who was sitting next to him (admiring Claire, of course) glared at him. Jacob controlled himself, something he had been perfecting these days.

Stupid bloodsucker.

I don't want Bella to be one of them.

I need her back…

The curtain went down and the applause snapped Jacob out of his thoughts. Jacob started clapping with little enthusiasm, earning another of Quil's glares. A minute or two passed by, and then the curtain came up again.

Five girls were lined up on the stage. In the middle stood a blond girl, who was on the tips of her toes. That must hurt. She started dancing gracefully, and then a girl who was next to her followed. The rest of the girls followed then, and they twirled and jumped on the stage. Jacob was bored to death and he thought he couldn't handle it anymore. He was going to fall asleep soon. The classical music didn't help at all. It was calm and soothing, making Jacob's eyelids heavy. Quil slapped his arm and Jacob opened his eyes sharply. The long-haired werewolf slapped him back, and Quil glared at him, trying to focus on the recital. Jacob smirked and started to pay attention to some random spot on the curtain of the stage. The crowd started clapping again, and the five girls bent down to thank everybody. They gracefully walked out of the stage.

Graceful.

Bloodsuckers.

Quil got up and looked at Jacob. He got up and both boys started walking down to the stage.

"Hey, where are we going?!" Jacob said as he turned around to start walking away from Quil.

"Don't run away, stupid! We're going to see Claire!" Quil said in a whisper.

Jacob mumbled some profanities, earning another of Quil's glares. Quil started climbing the stage stairs and disappeared. Jacob huffed and followed him.

"Quil!" Claire cried in excitement as she ran to the tall boy that stood a few feet away from her.

"Hey there!" Quil's eyes couldn't hide the happiness that ran through him when Claire said his name.

Jacob looked at them feeling a little jealous.

…Bella.

He sighed and approached Claire and Quil.

"Hi Jake!" Claire chanted.

"Hey Claire" Jacob said nonchalantly.

"You were awesome tonight!" Quil told Claire.

"I know!" Claire giggled. "I want to be a ballet dancer when I grow up!"

"Cool!" Quil said as he lifted her.

"Um…?" a small voice said from behind Quil.

A brown-haired girl was standing a few steps back from Quil, looking at him curiously. She was wearing a white tutu, her hair tied in a tight bun. She had pointe shoes on her feet, the laces weaved and tied on the back of her leg. She was tall – probably a few inches shorter than Jacob. Her chocolate eyes made her look friendly.

Wow.

Hey, what is this?

I feel weird…

"Oh, hey Addy!" Quil said as he turned towards her, still carrying Claire in his big arms.

"Hey Quil! How are you doing?" Adalyn asked Quil happily. The brunette eyed Jacob quickly and smiled a small, sheepish smile.

"Just came here to see my favorite girl." Quil said as he looked at Claire.

"I'm afraid I knew that! So, how do you think it was?" She asked Quil. Her voice was high-pitched, and girly.

"It was great!"

Hell no! It was boring. Jacob thought.

"Jake, this is Claire's cousin, Adalyn." Quil told Jacob.

"Call me Addy." Adalyn said with a grin. What a smile.

"I'm Jacob." Jacob said nervously. He shook his big, sturdy hand with her small and slender one and that did it.

Jacob looked confused, and Adalyn noticed it. But she didn't say anything about it.

"Addy, I'm hungry!" Claire said, her face rested on Quil's chest.

"We'll get you something on the way home." Adalyn said, stretching her arms to get her cousin. Quil pouted and gave Claire to her.

"Well, I'll see you soon. Quil, Jacob." She smiled at both boys. Jacob smiled back.

"Alright. See ya, Claire!" Quil said, waving. Adalyn turned and started walking towards the rest of the group of ballerinas. Maddie hugged both girls and gave each one a rose.

"Let's go, buddy." Quil said, sighing.

"'Kay" Jacob said, turning to give a last glance at Adalyn.

Adalyn's POV

As we finished dancing, the crowd cheered and clapped. We bent down to thank the audience, and then made our way backstage. I was relieved it was all over and done with. Everything had gone perfectly. Mrs. Lovelock will be delighted.

I went to hug all of my group. All the girls squealed and cried that the recital had been great. Everybody was very happy and the back of the stage was starting to get crowded with parents and family from the girls. I searched the room for Claire, and I couldn't find her. I moved away from the crowd of people. I noticed two big guys that were on the far side of the room. One had his back to me. I saw a bobbing black haired head on the shoulder of him. Claire. I started walking towards them and stopped a few steps behind the guy. Now I could recognize it was Quil. Claire was in his arms. I cleared my throat, but none of them seemed to notice me. I scowled gently, and then introduced myself to their conversation.

Quil greeted me, and then I saw him.

A tall boy - maybe in his early twenties - stood beside him and I looked at him curiously. He looked bored… maybe angry about something. When he noticed me, I couldn't help but smile sheepishly. Stupid me.

He was gorgeous.

And then he said his name was Jacob. I shook his big hand. He looked so… strong. Forget it girl, I thought. He obviously has to have a girlfriend, or at least a close friend. Besides, he looked older than me for much.

I don't know what this was. I mean, I have had severe crushes on guys, but this was… different.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Quil catched the bottle of sauce that was about to be spilled on the floor. He scowled at Jacob, whose eyes were wide with surprise.

"Sorry." He simply said.

"Hey, it's alright… but what the hell is going on with you?" He asked.

"Um… it's nothing, really." Jacob started munching on some tacos and swallowed. He drank some coke from his glass. "Quil… how do you feel when you imprint?" he asked.

"Why do you ask?" He said, puzzled.

"Just curious."

"Well… when you see that person… you start feeling weird… like drowsy or something." He gave a huge bite to his burrito and chewed. "And then you feel like hypnotized."

"Oh." Jacob said.

There was a large interval of silence between the two werewolves.

"You know… I think I imprinted." Jacob blurted out.

"What?!" Quil started coughing furiously because of the statement his friend had made.

"Yeah. You said drowsy and hypnotized. That's exactly how I felt." Jacob said.

"And who's the broad?" Quil raised his eyebrows, expecting an answer.

"Um… Adalyn?" He said, frowning in shame.

Quil started laughing.

"What's so funny?" Jacob glared at Quil.

"Oh, nothing. It's just that… Adalyn is so… serious." Quil said. "She never laughs. I can count with my fingers the times she's smiled." Quil looked thoughtful.

"Well… I don't know what to do." Jacob said, sighing heavily.

"Start by talking to her. You might become friends… you should become friends with her first."

"O-kay…" Jacob said, as stuffed his mouth with his taco and chewed. "By the way, how old is she?" he asked.

"Umm… I think nineteen. I remember going to her birthday party last month…" Quil said.

I'm working on the next chapters, and I'll try to update as soon as possible. That is, of course, if you like the story. Please review and make me happy!

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