"Bella!" my father yelled from downstairs, waking me up from my magnificent dream, "wake up! We are going to see Jacob and Billy Black today at 1:30."

I groaned and pulled the covers over my head. It was just my luck today that I was going to see Jacob. Now, I would have to pretend that everything's okay, I would have to force every rosy blush to leave my cheeks. I would have to forget the sexy, amazing dream I had about him.

But I couldn't! Not right now at least. And with the mark the dream left on my memory bank, probably not ever.

I don't even know why I had such a dream about him, I don't even like him! At least I didn't until now. Maybe that very influential dream left a more difficult mark than I had imagined. Sometimes I wonder if I'm the only girl on the world who has dreams powerful enough to influence her to see things from a different perspective or to do things she normally wouldn't and take challenges.

I do not think I could even imagine a life with him either. Just the thought of Jacob wrapping his arms around me sends erotic chills throughout my body and makes me want to gag at the same time.

Jacob moved to Forks about two years before I did but before that, we were just two five year olds making mud pies and fetching water for his shinali on the Navajo reservation. In those years I had spent with him on the reservation, I did pick up a lot of Navajo. I could even say I'm fluent. Actually, who am I kidding, I never tanned a shade darker in the sixteen years of my life. But I do know a few words, like shinali. It means MY paternal grandparent. Take that white society!

I'm only kidding. But what I'm not kidding about is Jacob's body. While I still lived in Arizona, Jacob's father had sent pictures of a recent fishing trip. Jacob had tanned a even more beautiful golden, russet shade and had biceps that throbbed through his white shirt. I licked my lips thinking about that photo.

What was wrong with me? I had gone from the girl who helped make mud pies with him and ran from his cootie infested self to a girl that got shivers of ecstasy from the very thought of him.

Scenes from my dream replayed in my head: the way Jacob laughed when I told a corny joke, the way he touched me when he asked a question, his bear-sized embrace, the way he kissed me by the beach in La Push…

"Bella! Are you up yet? You've been in that bed all morning! Rise n' shine," he continued yelling all the way upstairs until he opened my door. "You're not even remotely dressed for the day! Don't you even want to see your old pal Jacob?"

Naked? Yes, I thought. "Of course I do."

"Well chop, chop!" He replied. "We leave in an hour."

An hour? How can I get all dolled up in an hour? I rushed to take a shower, curl my hair, and apply my makeup. But what took the longest was choosing an outfit. I pawed through my closet, searching as if I was on a mission. Finally, I settled on jeans and layered blue tank tops. I chuckled silently to myself, I took all that time to decide on that?

"Isabella Swan! You better be ready," the truck roared followed by his threat.

"Okay," I yelled. I grabbed my purse and was headed out the door.