Alright, so I had this whole thing typed up of a few chapters of Twilight from Jacob's POV for the beginning of the book, but I ditched it, so you kind of just get dunked in. So it's in New Moon after Jacob tells Bella that he's a werewolf, but before she jumps off the cliff.

And you guys all know that I don't own Twilight. I wish. All I own is Megan and the plot. Owning Twilight is Stephenie Meyer's job. My job is obsessing over it.

"Seriously, Jake, last night was like hell," Jared complained.

"Sorry, I couldn't be there," I apologized.

Jared shook his head. "Nah, nah, it is okay. You need your sleep. You're still younger than the rest of us, remember? We completely understand."

I made a face, and he easily figured out what it was for.

"And don't worry about Bella either. We got it. The bloodsucker won't get anywhere near her," he promised.

I smiled sadly. "Thanks, man."

"No problem."

I looked around. We were in front of the store in town, leaning against the hard glass that we both knew we could easily break through if necessary. I was just leaning against it cause it was comfortable, but Jared was so exhausted that he needed it to keep from falling over.

"How is Bella, by the way? Is she still freaking out?" Jared asked.

I shrugged. "She's… better. She's still really scared of this bloodsucker, though," I said, dropping my voice to a whisper. "She doesn't believe that we are strong enough to handle one of them. So she's mainly just worrying about us, I think." Jared nodded. "I think she's also pretty bored, too," I added.

Jared shook his head and laughed. "Well, you tell her I said not to worry about us, okay?"

"Sure, sure," I muttered. I knew Bella wouldn't listen. She was too stubborn.

Suddenly Jared jumped up, and I eyed the nearest trees, ready to run into them so I could change if the bloodsucker was standing across the street. My hands began to tremble as I followed Jared's gaze to…

"Oh, God," I sighed. I fell back against the glass, rolling my eyes.

"Hey! Kim!" Jared called, running across the street to greet his girlfriend, his love, his imprint. Sometimes I pitied him. He was so attached to Kim that he couldn't think about anything else for more than two seconds without his thoughts bringing her up somehow.

Kim was walking down the sidewalk, talking to the person walking next to her. I couldn't tell who the other girl was because I could only see her light brown hair that hung down her back.

Kim was gesturing to the park and talking animatedly, something Kim hardly ever does when she isn't around Jared, when she heard her name called. Her head lifted up and turned towards us, and her lips turned up into a shy smile.

"Ugh," I said.

Jared had finally reached Kim, gathered her up into his arms, and placed his lips on hers. The girl Kim was walking with looked down at the ground and stood there awkwardly. I decided the only thing I could do was go over there and try and help her.

I walked across the street and right up to the girl. "Disgusting, right?" I asked as I placed my hand on her shoulder. I noticed that she was short, and not just compared to me, but seriously short. Shorter than Bella even. She must have been about 5'1". "I'm Ja…" I said as she spun around.

My heart stopped.

"Jacob Black," I finished softly.

She was beautiful. She was by far the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Her light brown hair was pulled back by a thin black hair band. She smiled shyly and blushed when she saw me.

Her eyes, which were framed by thin black/blue glasses, were big and brown, and darted to the ground, and then back up to meet my gaze. They sparkled in the dim light, and I could see all of the intelligence in them, all of the humor hidden in her mind. I could see everything about her, even though I didn't know anything.

My gaze was probably pretty scary. I stood there staring at her, mouth hanging open, eyes bulging. Because what was going on in my head was even scarier.

I didn't know the girl. I had never met her. I didn't know her name.

But she was mine. Mine, mine, mine. She was meant to be mine, and I would be jealous any other person that ever got to look in her beautiful eyes.

"Um, I'm Megan Lee," she offered. She reached up and adjusted her glasses, fussing with the way they sat on her nose, running her fingers along the smooth plastic.

"Oh," Kim said, but I didn't turn to look at her. "Sorry, Megan, I forgot." She giggled. "Um, Megan, this is my boyfriend, Jared. And, Jared, this is Megan. My dad and Megan's dad went to college together, and Megan's family just moved to La Push so I'm showing her around."

"Hi, Megan," Jared said. I didn't look at him either.

I was looking at Megan, thinking about Megan. For all I cared, Jared and Kim didn't exist anymore. I no longer cared if they smooched in front of me, or anything that they did, or even that they were alive.

I only cared about Megan.

"Hi," Megan mumbled shyly. Her gaze flickered back to me.

I spared Kim one glance. She was looking at me. "Oh. Hi, Jake. Jacob, this is Megan. Megan, um, this is, uh, Jared's friend… Jacob." Her tone became confused at the end. I glanced at Kim again, quickly, annoyed. She was studying my face, trying to figure out why I was staring at her friend.

"Oh," she said, her tone full of surprise, and knowing. Megan turned to look at her, and then she looked back at me.

"So, Megan, how do you like La Push so far?" I asked, trying to start a conversation.

"Um, it seems really nice," she replied, sounding a little unsure.

"Don't worry, you'll grow to love it. You get used to all of the rain after a while," I assured her.

She smiled at me and readjusted her glasses.

"Well, um, Megan," Kim said, a huge smile stretched across her face, too. "We should probably get going. You haven't even seen half of town yet."

Megan nodded shyly.

Jared pouted. "Don't go," he begged.

Yeah, I agreed in my head. I didn't want Megan to be out of my sight for two seconds.

Kim reached up and shyly stroked Jared's face. "I'll see you later," she promised. She kissed him lightly. "And I'll see you, too, Jacob," she said, her tone implying more than her words.

"Bye, Megan. I'll see you around," I told her. I better.

She smiled and waved. "Bye."

When they were gone, Jared turned to me. "So… Megan?" he asked casually.

I stared at him cautiously. Was it that clear on my face that she was the most beautiful person in the world? "What about Megan?" I asked.

Jared laughed. "Dude, are you joking?"

I stared at him.

He shook his head and started to walk away. "Wow," he muttered to himself. "Idiot."

"What?" I demanded, grabbing Jared's arm. He couldn't fight the iron grip of my arm.

"You just imprinted," he explained in a whisper.

My eyes widened, and my heart seemed to leap out of my chest. "Oh," was the only response I could come up with.

Because my mind was too busy thinking Megan, Megan, Megan.