~Turn to you~
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING FROM THE TWILIGHT SERIES. I only own my OCS! If I did, I would've gave Jacob the happy ending he deserved. YEAH! TEAM JACOB! It will take place, Breaking Dawn. So Bella will be a crazy, blood thirsty newborn!
A/N: My sister helped me come up with this idea, so I wanted to give her credit. Her name on here is PinkLikeCool. You should check out her stuff, especially if you're into, "The Mortal Instruments Series." She's coming up with a SimonOC story. And she's also my beta. Italicized words are thoughts.
Chapter 1: Indian Reservation
Farrah wearily stared out the bus window. It wasn't her favorite idea to take a field trip, but that's what she was doing for her AP US History class. They were taking a field trip to the local Indian reservation, which would be La Push. It wasn't a long trip, but she still hated missing three periods. Especially when the periods were calculus, chemistry AP, and government/economics AP. She started to sink into a reverie, one that had her thinking of a sunny day. A beautiful day where she could go swimming hopefully. She absent mindedly twisted her unruly bushy sunny mid-length blonde hair, wishing she had different hair.
"Farrah." Her friend Marissa called to her.
This pulled her out of her reverie, "yeah. I was just day dreaming. Sorry."
"Were here." Marissa smiled, excited to see the possibility of 'hot' teenage Indian boys. The bus slowly parked, and everyone quickly exited it. Farrah stared around, enjoying the beautiful forest. It was peaceful, peaceful compared to Forks. Boring Forks, with no personality. This place seemed like it had a personality though. Her bright gray eyes, continued to search the place. Maybe she wanted to see something intriguing.
"Let's go." Marissa playfully nudged her. The class followed Mrs. Heinmont, the US History AP teacher, as she showed them around the reservation. They explored the area, met important tribal people, and learned some basic Quileute culture.
They were walking by local homes as Marissa excitedly ranted on.
"I wonder where are the guys." She looked at the different houses they walked by, her eyes searching for guys.
"Calm down." Farrah answered in a laugh, "I'm so mad we have to miss three periods." Farrah thought about her grades suffering, which made her body stiffen. I can't afford to have bad grades, I depend on grades. School is my life. I could be considered a super nerd; I'm in the math and science club, have straight A's, planning on attending Harvard or Yale, and I have the highest GPA out of my grade. Her mind came back to her surroundings as the class stopped walking.
"This here." Began Mrs. Heinmont, "is a special Quileute rock, legend says…" She went on the explain some weird twisted Indian legend that surrounded the rock. Farrah curiously kept staring at the houses, finding them very intriguing. The fresh air of La Push blew momentarily, causing her hair to fly up. Her eyes suddenly caught sight of an open garage, where a young man was fixing up an older car. Her face stayed glued to him for some unexplainable reason. Maybe she was just bored and was looking for something to stare at. Who knows. The young man was russet skinned, obviously a Quileute Indian. Something made him seem different though. He was extremely tall, buffed, and for some strange reason, wore no shirt.
Farrah found him very interesting. Why is he wearing no shirt? How could he be capable of withstanding the cold? It's December for crying out loud. It's not scientifically possible for a human being to withstand the cold, especially when there's a few inches of snow. The young man grabbed his car jack, somehow lifting it in the air easily. He held onto the jack with one arm, holding it about several feet above his head. Impossible. He must be on steroids….
"Earth to Farrah." Marissa waved her hand in front of her face, "hello?"
Her observation of the young man was interrupted, "What is it?" Farrah asked.
"What are you looking at?" Marissa's eyes traveled toward where Farrah had just been gazing. She then noticed him. He wasn't holding onto the jack anymore, not seeming unusual now, "do you see his body. He is so hot! Oh wow. I think he's one of the hottest guys I've ever seen. He's beautiful."
Farrah couldn't concentrate on his looks, even though she could admit he was very attractive. He just seemed strange.
"Maybe you should go talk to him." Marissa egged her on, "you could ask him out. Like maybe to the movies or something."
"No way." Farrah said, "I'm not looking for a date. He's a stranger anyways."
"He won't be a stranger if you get to know him." She smiled.
"Whatever." Farrah mumbled. The class began to walk towards the bus, which Farrah was glad about. At least she could go back to school now. She would eventually have to come back to the reservation though, more alone research would be required. She still couldn't shake the strange feeling; something just seemed odd about that boy.
Farrah drove her Nissan down a lonely road, woods being the only company. It had been about a few days, since the field trip. That eerie feeling still consumed her, causing her to keep thinking about that strange boy. She continued to drive, pulling into La Push finally. All she would need to do, would be to find someone and ask a few questions.
"Here goes nothing." She mumbled to herself, stepping out of her car. It was the day time, but the sun wasn't shining like usual. She stared around, trying to search for anyone. Anyone would do for the questions.
"Great…know one's here." She said, starting to sound like a possible insane person. Talking to yourself never seemed normal. She walked forward, following a small trail. The trail led her to houses, the same set of houses she saw before. Farrah's legs hurried along, anxious to find someone. She wanted to leave, feeling like she was trespassing. Maybe I am trespassing? I just want to get out of here, I feel like I'm doing something wrong. Like I'm crossing into sacred territory.
"Hey." A voice from afar called out. Farrah stopped dead in her tracks, wondering if the person was talking to her. Of course they're talking to me, there's know one else around…
She turned around, meeting face to face with that strange boy. It wasn't literally face to face, being that he was like a sky scraper. Her throat tightened, intimidated by him.
"Yes." She finally answered him.
"What are you doing?" He asked, not sounding harsh, but sounding curious.
"Look." She began to explain herself, "I came here a few days ago on a field trip, we're researching Indian reservations. I was only looking to ask someone questions concerning the reservation. It's just school research."
Jacob couldn't help but smirk. She just seemed like something else, like she was rigid. It was probably the way she held her nose in the air, the way she spoke, or the way she carried herself. He couldn't take his eyes off her for a peculiar reason. It was like gravity didn't matter; only she kept him here. Why I'm I feeling this way….I barely met her. I feel my heart pounding, palms sweating, and throat drying. I need her, I want her. She's everything to me….uh oh. I think I did it. I just did it…
"I'm sorry if I seem rude just barging onto the reservation." Farrah said, "I apologize, I'm usually not this brash."
"It's fine." He responded, feeling like the words were forced out.
"Do you mind if I ask you questions?" She asked.
"No, not at all."
"By the way, I'm Farrah." She said, "Farrah Kannelous."
"I'm Jacob Black." He responded, slowly gaining enough courage to talk to her, "Farrah…that's a pretty name."
"Thank you." She smiled politely. Her gray eyes curiously searched the young man, remembering how he easily lifted that jack. It was like the jack weighed as much as a newborn baby.
"So let's begin." Jacob kept smiling, probably looking like an idiot.
"First off, what's your age?" She asked, holding a pen to a clipboard, prepared to write, "the question is only for statistic reasons I think."
"I'm sixteen." He answered.
"Jacob!" A man's voice called from a distance away, "hey! Sam needs us."
The other man looked similar to Jacob. He was also skyscraper tall and very muscled. Farrah found this unusual. Jacob is sixteen. He looks like he's in his mid twenties, this guy too. What do they serve on this Indian reservation? Steroids? Hippos? Rhinos?
"I'll be right there Embry!" He responded. Embry took off running through the woods, "look, I have to go."
"Oh.." Farrah was sad, interested in this Jacob boy. Jacob seemed like an interesting science project she wanted to do, "I guess I can find someone else."
"No." Jacob spoke serious, "you should leave. Come back another day."
Farrah noticed how serious he was. Maybe it's dinner time. I think they're being served the steroids.
"Alright." Farrah nodded her head, "I'll come back another day."
She turned around, heading down the trail she had come down.
Farrah pulled into La Push, parking her car. It had been another few days since she came to La Push. It was night time, La Push looking so beautiful in the night. The stars twinkled brightly and the woods glowed, glowing from the stars natural light. Farrah walked down the trail once again, hoping to find Jacob. He was the only person she knew there, hopefully he was close by. Maybe I should stop by his garage, the garage I saw him in before. It sounds like a good idea. She stopped walking, recognizing the garage. Jacob was surely in there, working on the same vehicle. He concentrated on the car, looking very focused. It'd be rude to interrupt. Maybe I should find someone else.
Her head turned to stare at the trail, having an eerie feeling once again. Standing on the trail was something she would've never expected to see. A huge wolf stood, studying her. Her eyes bulged, not believing the size of it. It was bigger than a horse, maybe as big as a semi-truck. She must've been dreaming, no wolves got this big. She stood frozen, remembering not to run. If she ran, the wolf would surely chase her. It would think of her as prey. A sudden grip was on her arm, forcing her to turn her head. It was Jacob. He stared shocked. Maybe he never saw the wolf either…
"Come on." He said seriously, dragging her towards the garage. Farrah felt a state of shock overwhelm her. She had to have been seeing things. This wasn't possible.
Farrah stood in the garage, yanking her arm away from his grasp, "what was that? That was not real! I'm dreaming, I have to be dreaming." She rambled on, "pinch me. I want to wake up."
"I'm not going to pinch you." He responded, pacing around his garage, "what are you doing here? Why would you come out here in the night?"
"Because I need the research." She felt emotionally overwhelmed, "I have to get an A+. I have to make sure I'm valedictorian by senior year."
He interrupted her, "look. You can't tell anyone about what you saw."
She stood, staring blankly, "I don't believe what I saw. How do you expect me to tell others about something I don't believe?"
"I'm serious." He stopped pacing, standing in front of her, "don't tell anyone. This is a secret…"
She interrupted him, realizing something. Something that didn't seem true, but she had to say it, "does this wolf have something to do with why some of you are so big? Why you look like you're on steroids? I saw you lift a jack, using only one arm. I also saw you wearing no shirt, when it was snowing. It's impossible, something is wrong with you."
Jacob was in disbelief; he couldn't believe how fast she had caught on, only after being here two times, now three, "Farrah, you have to not tell anyone."
"What are you?" Farrah asked, wishing she wouldn't have questioned him.
Jacob took a deep breath, then said, "I'm a….a werewolf."
Farrah stared at him in disbelief, "you mean." She turned her head, "that thing was a person! It's impossible. Science says it's not possible. Are you going to tell me next, that vampire's exist now?"
"Actually…" Jacob began, "they do."
"This is crazy!" Farrah yelled frantically, "I'm losing my mind here, maybe that's why I've been talking to myself lately."
She stomped out of the garage, ready to leave. This reservation was some freak show, it was all too crazy.
"Farrah." Jacob called, making her stop, "if you tell anyone, we'll know. We'll be watching you."
She headed down the trail, feeling paranoid now. A werewolf is going to be watching me….it's impossible. He's not a werewolf, just a crazy person. Yeah, he's a loony. That's it. Something inside her, told her otherwise though.
A/N: What did you think? Please review! Flames are….accepted or not? Hmm…well as long as they're not too harsh. I'd rather it be constructive criticism.