Disclaimer: I don't own Jacob or Edward, nor do I own any other character in this. They belong to Stephanie.
Summary for this part: Jacob has lost everything. Billy has just died, he is forced to love by himself because everyone thinks it was his fault, and the people he once cared for want nothing to do with him. The only person who will come see him now is a boy, named Edward.
Warning: This is a yaoi fan fiction, so if you don't like boy on boy you might not want to read this. Although, if you do please read and tell me what you think. There also may be some sex scenes in here, but I'm not sure. It all depends on the mood I'm in.
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My long, black hair stuck to my face because of the rain that had somehow managed to become a glue like substance, making my usually frizzy hair stuck unnaturally close to my face. It wasn't all that bad to be completely honest, it simply was odd to have my hair so close, when usually it was somewhere off near France.
"Sorry I'm late. My car decided to die this morning so I had to run here." I waved my hand in the air as I spoke, in my usual playful voice. Even though I was being framed for murder I needed to come to school. What a bummer.
"W-Welcome Jacob. Please… uh… have a seat." My English teacher mumbled, stumbling back away from the door.
Oh, what charm I had!
As I made my way to my seat which sat in the back of the room, I stared forward, the girls around me inching to the edges of their seats to get as far away from me as possible.
These were the same girls, that a few days ago, wanted to be my date to prom next week. Things surely have changed.
"Well class. Let's get back to… to our lesson." I could see the fear in my teachers eyes and it took me a while to realize that when I tripped on my way into the school I had cut my cheek, which, amazingly, hadn't healed yet. There was a bit of blood on my lips and a bit more on my shirt.
I simply smirked at what the teacher must have thought.
I was the murderer of my own father! Or at least that's what everyone thought. After all I was found standing over him, drenched in his blood, wish a blank expression on my face. Of course everyone is going to think I did it.
In the middle of my thinking about the murder of my father, Billy Black, I was pulled out of my thoughts when none other then Edward Bloodsucker Cullen came walking into the room, his head held high and a stick shoved up his ass.
What was he doing here?
"I need to steal Jacob Black from you, if that is alright." His 'angelic' voice floated over to the teacher and she gratefully nodded her head and motioned for me to come to the front.
Oh come on I just sat down for Christ's sake!
I pushed myself out of my seat and walked over to where the leech stood. He was short compared to my werewolf size and I wanted to make him feel like he was small so I puffed out my chest and glared at him.
All I got was a simple smile and a pat on the arm as he turned and walked out the door.
I felt more like a dog now then I did before.
"Come on Jacob"
Coming master.
That thought earned a chuckle from Edward and a sigh from me. I could make him laugh, but I scared everyone else in this god forsaken place.
Oh, but I could never kill Mr. Edward. He was everyone favorite little boy in this town. He was the son of a fabulous doctor and a great friend- to those who are brave enough to become friends with the stinking leech.
Again, Edward laughed at my thoughts, but continued to keep his own thoughts to himself.
I hadn't realized it, until now that we had exited the school and were now heading to a shinny Volvo that sat at the end of the parking lot. Well of course it had to be there. Everyone had to be able to look out the school window and see us walking away together.
Oh how romantic!
I snarled to keep him from laughing again, which worked, but he still smirked. Why did he always had to read my damn thoughts?!
Once we were in the car, me in the cramped passenger seat and him in the roomy driver seat, Edward finally spoke.
"You know I'm here to talk to you about Billy. He may have werewolf blood, or had werewolf blood, running through his veins, but his death posses as a concern."
I stayed silent, not enjoying where this conversation was going.
"I know that you didn't do it, but everyone else is unsure. What can you tell me about his death?"
Again I stayed quiet, simply because I was shocked to hear that Edward didn't think I was the one that had killed my father. Everyone else had thought right away that it was me, there was absolutely no way that it could be anyone else could have done it, and here Edward was, saying he knew that I didn't do it. He was my enemy, why was he the one that believed me?
"I don't know what to tell you Jacob. If I can't tell the others that what really happened they will find a way to blame his death on you. Even Carlisle, simply because he can't figure out what the hell happened to your father. He says it looks like a wolf got a hold of him, but he wasn't sure."
"Edward, I don't what the hell to tell you. I didn't see what happened to my father, I just found him outside and brought him in when I saw him all bloody, laying outside on the door steps. I can't tell you much more then that."
"Well, besides that you didn't do it, but I already got that down."
Edward gave me a reassuring smile and finally started his car.
God, was it hot in here or was that just me?
Oh right… it was just me. Damn temperature.
"Where are we going?" I finally asked, watching the trees out of the window as he flew down one of the main La Push roads.
"We are going to the meadow, where Bella and I used to hang out."
Bella had ditched this sticking vamp a few months ago for some other vampire, for god-only-knows-why. Maybe he was hot, I don't know. All I know is hat Edward as been moping ever since.
"I have not been moping."
"Yes you have."
"Ok… maybe a little."
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Well that is all that I have in mind for now. If anyone likes this, tell me so I can write more. If no one likes it then I have no reason to write more. Anyway, hope you enjoyed the first part. If you have any questions please ask. Thanks a bunch. -Nikki