Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. I own nothing but the basic plot of this particular fan fiction. I adore Stephanie Meyer and just like to dabble in her imagination lol. I hope you enjoy.

The Word of Your Body

I stood in the center of my dorm room looking around at every bit of space, planning out how I'd set it up. My roommate's stuff was already put in its place. I studied his walls looking at all the car posters and pictures of what I assumed were of him and his friends. I recognized the beach that most of the pictures were taken from. He must have been from the La Push Reservation, only a ten minute drive from my hometown of Forks, Washington. I looked back at my side when I heard her voice. "I really think your chair would look better on the other side of your bed," her light singsongy voice rang in my ear. I turned back around to face her. I hadn't even heard her come in.

"What do you want?" I questioned in aggravation. It hadn't even been an hour since Alice and I unpacked our parents' van and yet here she was destined to spend every waking moment of college near me. It was odd, normally my sister was the social butterfly and I was the one clinging to her, but since I first decided where I was going to college, she has been stuck to me like glue.

"What?! Edward, can't your loving sister come by for an innocent visit?" Alice voice sounded gentle but the look in her eyes told me she had a devilish plot cooking.

I smirked and gave her one of those it'll never work looks, "Not when you're the loving sister."

She giggled and looked me straight in the eyes with a huge grin stretched across her face. "Your roommate is really cute," she hummed.

"I'm not gonna try to set you two up." I stated flatly. Alice was always trying to get me to hook her up with the better looking guys I was friends with or tutored.

"I'm not the one I think he should get with." And then it hit me. Ever since I had come out to Alice she was always been on a constant search for my 'soul mate.' I shook my head and then stared into her eyes.

"When did you even meet him? Besides what makes you even think he'd be interested in boys…let alone me?!"

"I ran into him in the Commons while I was cooking brownies for everyone on our floor and I just have a hunch." I gulped. I didn't want to admit it but I was extremely nervous about meeting this guy. He could either make my freshmen year a nightmare or beyond amazing.

"Well…what's he like?" I was extremely curious. I wanted him to like me…in a strictly friendly way. I wasn't interested in trying to hookup with some guy I've never met…even if he was supposedly cute. I mean having a friend here so far away from home would be a huge blessing.

"Well he's the quarterback of the football team here as a freshman so he has got to be really talented and athletic. He's really into cars and from La Push…near Forks…isn't that interesting," Two things I already knew. The fact, that he was on the football team, made me nervous. The jocks always seemed to be my worst tormentors in high school.

High school was such an odd experience for me. I was fairly popular yet still the subject of much bullying. Everyone loved me up until I came out sophomore year. Most of my male friends turned their backs on me. It was hard but I was strong and could deal with the abuse. Alice, however, was the one I was always worried about. Her heart broke a little more each time she heard about kids picking on me because she couldn't help me. I tried to hide it from her but she always found out. College was a whole new world though, a much more excepting world. I was so excited to start over and finally get a good school and social experience.

"He seems friendly and excepting enough. I honestly don't think you have anything to worry about with him. He seems like a genuinely wonderful guy," Alice shrugged and headed towards the door. She leaned out the door frame and then turned back towards me. "Better get yourself presentable, your future beau is on his way." She giggled lightly as I threw one of my shoes at her.

"Ouch!" The gorgeous figure at the door said as he covered his nose with one of his palms. SHIT!

I ran over to him and picked up my shoe. "I am so so so so so sorry! I didn't see you coming and I was trying to get rid of my sister and…." My cheeks started turning red. Alice was right, he is really attractive.

He had short spiky black hair, chocolate brown eyes, and soft russet skin. He was lean, athletic, and muscular. He was wearing bleached jeans with a tear on one knee and an Abercrombie shirt that hugged his muscles perfectly.

"Dude, calm down its ok," He said pulling his hand away from his nose, "It's not even bleeding." He flashed a smile at me and walked over to his bed. I shut the door and walked to my bed and began unpacking stuff.

"I'm Jacob Black." He beamed. He practically shined with friendliness. I wondered if everyone constantly smiled around him or if it was only me his spell seemed to work on.

"Edward Cullen. It's a pleasure to meet you." I couldn't help but beam in return.

"So how about we play a game? To get to know each other a bit better. Where did you move her from?"

"Forks, Washington. I couldn't help but notice from your pictures that you were from La Push."

"Yea? I can't believe we never ran into each other." He got oddly excited. "Did you ever use to visit the reservation?"

"I went to the beach every couple of weeks with some of my friends. I really wish we had run into each other down there. I think we could've been good friends."

OMG that was sooo stupid! He probably thinks I'm a dork now.

"Yea that would've been really great; I bet we will be good friends." He smiled and walked over and started helping me unpack.

A week or so later and already Jacob and I had become nearly inseparable. We were always together except when I was tutoring or when he was at football practice. Even though our personalities were very different, we got along so well. He was outgoing, comical, athletic, and a little overbearing to some but he was always just so positive and happy that everyone loved being around him. I was, as my sister puts it, 'a brooding wall flower with a very dark sense of humor.' I didn't know how but Jacob and I just clicked.

We were sitting in the food court in the student center laughing and joking when I started feeling it. It was more than just recognition of his beauty or a close friendship.

He is so sweet and funny. He has the cutest lips. God, I wish he would kiss me. And his arms…he is so ripped. I would give anything to be held by him.

I was developing feelings for the quarterback of the football team, for my roommate, for my best friend. I stood up quickly and rushed out of the food court heading straight for the bathroom, leaving Jacob shouting curiously at me from our table. I ran into the bathroom and clasped my hands tightly on the edges of the sink and looked into the mirror at myself.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Edward! He is your straight roommate!" Goddamn I need to get a grip!

I turned on the hot water and splashed my face a few times. "What the hell is wrong with me?!"

"Well you're talking to yourself so there is one thing." I heard a chuckle from behind me. I turned around to face the jokester. The boy or rather man behind me was tall, at least half a foot taller than me, and muscular. He was very reminiscent of a brick wall. He had an odd attractiveness to his face, hard but strangely welcoming. "Hey, come on I was just joking. No need to pout." He chuckled again.

I hated that chuckle. I hated his snarky attitude. Who was he to interrupt me and make fun of me?!

"What are you doing in here?" I practically snarled.

"It's a public restroom…I'm allowed to be in here." He came back. I hated him.

"Can you please just leave?" I almost begged, turning back towards the sink.

I heard him walk forward and I felt a hand on my shoulder. I shrugged it off quickly.

"What the hell are you doing? What makes you think you can touch me." I looked into his eyes; he had such compassion hidden behind his muscular physique. He looked down and shrugged.

"I just thought you could use a friend…some kind words…a comforting touch"

"Well you're not my friend so just leave." I spat.

He chuckled lightly. "So this is what I get for trying to be nice. Rosalie is always yelling at me to stop picking on kids and when I try to change my ways I end up getting yelled at in the men's bathroom. I'm sorry I tried to help." He turned to walk away from me.

"Wait…have you ever liked someone that you couldn't like…" It felt weird talking to him about this but who else did I have to turn to? I didn't know anyone on campus but Jacob and Alice and neither one of them was an option.

"Are you kidding? Try every person I've ever liked." He chuckled again. It didn't annoy me as much this time. He smiled at me. "Want to go get coffee and discuss this more? Maybe I can actually be of some assistance…coffee is on me," He looked at me hopefully.

"Sure…but no need to pay."

We walked to the coffee shop on campus. I had completely forgotten that I had left Jacob alone in the food court. It's hard to imagine I'd forget him when he was the cause of this situation.

"So who is he? Straight or just taken?"

I was taken aback. This guy just assumed I was gay. Where did he get off just insinuating facts about a guy he didn't know.

"Eh…eh…" I stuttered.

"It's ok…you can be open and honest with me. I'm gay too. It's not that you scream gay, I just have an eye for this kind of stuff." He smiled warmly at me.

"He's straight…and my roommate."

"O…that is tough. Are you sure he is straight? I mean there's always a chance that if you went for it then he might return the feeling." He stated reassuringly.

"Nah, he's definitely straight. He's a jock on the football team." He seemed offended by my statement.

"Don't go stereotyping sports guys…I'm also on the football team and prouder to be gay than Elton John is." He made that obnoxious yet heart-warming chuckle. How could my opinion of one guy make a complete 180° in less than an hour?

"Sorry…I didn't know…" I smiled even though I was embarrassed. He just smiled at me and moved his hands off the table to pull out his wallet. It was then I realized how close our hands had been and how close we were. He got up and walked to the counter and came back a minute later with two espressos.

"I said you didn't have to buy me a drink." I said defensively.

"I know. I wanted to." He smirked, "So what's his name?" Again I had completely forgotten about Jacob. What was it about this guy that got me so mixed up in my head?

"Well since you're on the team with him, I think it'd be better not to use names."

"I understand." He smiled.

We continued talking about my crush for about ten minutes and then continued talking about our shared loves of theater, soccer, and piano for another hour after that.

"I just noticed we still haven't been introduced." I laughed lightly, "My name is Edward."

"Emmett McCartney." He looked down at his watch. "O shit! Is that really the time? I have to go but…" he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pen. He ripped a napkin and scribbled down his number and handed it to me. He stood up, as did I, and started walking towards the door. "Give me a call if you ever need to talk or if you ever get over this one guy and you want to go on a date." He winked at me and then I felt his smooth lips against my cheek and I practically melted where I was standing. He turned and walked out the door.

I heard the door open again and I heard somebody shouting my name, trying to break me of my trance.

"Edward…! Eddy boy!" Jacob called.

"Huh? What?" I asked coming back into reality.

"Why'd you leave me just sitting there?" His voice sounded bitter and worried.

"Sorry I ran into somebody and one thing lead to another…"

"Were you here with Emmett?!" He sounded angry now, possessive almost. I wasn't sure if it was of Emmett or me.

"Err…yea." I was confused.

"What did he want?"

"He just wanted to hang out and get to know me." I decided to leave out the part of him basically asking me out.

"Well, I don't want you hanging out with him. He isn't a good guy"

What did he mean not a good guy? Emmett seemed super nice. Besides who was he to tell me who I couldn't and could see. Well I guess he was only looking out for my best interest. I looked up at Jacob again and saw him glaring at the door. Then he looked at me and there was pain in his eyes and an emotion I couldn't quite place. I stared into his eyes, and he into mine, for a lot longer then I thought was normal. I finally figured out what it was…jealousy.