Hi all! This is my first fanfic, and I'm not really sure what I'm doing. I'd love to write a B/E story, but there's such an abundance of those, and I got this idea, so I'm trying to run with it. This is my story of Leah Clearwater's "love life." It plays along with Twilight storyline (for the most part) and is set about a year or so before Bella moves to Forks. It's set on the reservation, and is all about those Quiletes and Makahs. So here's the first chapter, its called The Beautiful Boy. Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I obviously do not own Twilight or any of its characters. Stephenie Meyer owns all!

LPOV

Being a wolf—or more accurately a wolverine—isn't something you exactly get used to. Ever. But that sure as hell doesn't mean I don't like it. Well, honestly, I love it. The freedom of speed and strength! It's invigorating. Of course, there are plenty of downsides to it, but I've learned to love what I am—or rather, what I've become. But I only feel that way now, after having so much time to get used to this. The consequences of being a Quilete weren't always as appealing to me as they are now. At least now I don't have to worry about exploding into a wolf just because I get upset. It's under control. But I should start at the beginning. Back in high school.

School on the reservation had never been too exciting. When I started my sophomore year in high school, I wasn't expecting much. I was in for the best and worst times of my life. But we'll get there.

That first day there were the same faces, same halls, and same events I'd known all my life. I glanced down at my schedule to see that English class was my homeroom. As the bell rang, I slid into the first open seat I could find. I recognized Kim to my right and gave her a slight smile. I didn't really know her, but I knew who she was. We were somewhat-acquaintances. She was kind of a plain girl, really. Bland, but nice enough. She smiled back at me as she tucked her thick, dark hair behind her ear and looked forward towards the teacher.

Mr. Meaani was probably the best teacher to have first thing in the morning. He seemed like he wanted to be there just as much as you did; he was barely awake in homeroom. I had him for first period, too, so I really lucked out. He didn't pay much attention to whether or not you were paying attention to him. Kim was in my English class, too, so I decided to try and get to know her a little bit better. In between homeroom and English, I attempted to start a conversation.

"Hey, Kim," I started. Kim looked up at me, a little bit sheepish. She looked as if I had pulled her out of some sort of daydream.

"Hi, Leah," she answered.

"How was your summer?" I asked.

"Pretty good. Didn't do too much, just mostly hung out at the beach. You?"

I had worked my butt off, trying to save up enough money for a car. "Worked towards getting my own car. I got my license already." I smiled, a little bit smug. I was one of the oldest in my class.

"Wow," she said, seeming a little bit in shock. Then it faded and the same plain expression covered her face again. It seemed she was going to give up conversation there. That was fine, it was a good start. I still couldn't really see myself being "best friends" with her, though. I needed depth.

Class started and ended, and on the day went. When it came time for lunch, I grabbed my own that I had brought out of my locker and headed to the cafeteria. Since first grade I had always packed my own lunch; I didn't trust the school's food. I saw Kim sitting at a table with some other girls, but didn't really want to sit with her. I spotted an empty seat in the corner of the cafeteria, and headed towards it.

Sitting down, I pulled out my sandwich and began to chew. Sitting by oneself would bother most people, but I wasn't exactly most people. I didn't mind being alone. However, I did want to make new friends this year. I had decided to make the best of my high school years. I sat munching and contemplating, assessing all of my classmates in the cafeteria. That was when I saw him. I'd never been one to put much trust in love at first sight. But this boy was beautiful! In the most unique way, too. He had russet-colored skin just like the rest of us, and dark long hair pulled back into a low ponytail. But it was the sophisticated, carefree nature of his facial expression. As he laughed at something his friend was saying, his eyes caught my stare. I quickly diverted my eyes and looked down at my hands. Crap, I thought. He saw me. I peeked back up to see if he had paid me any attention to find him still looking my way. I tried to look away, but found myself unable to; I was lost in his oddly curious gaze. He broke eye contact to turn and say something to his shorter friend, who then looked my way and shrugged. The beautiful boy said something else to his friend and then his friend nodded. Then they both started walking my way.

Uh-oh, I thought, Please don't be coming to my table. Please don't be coming to my table. I looked back down at my twiddling fingers. I hate confrontations. All my resolutions to be more outgoing went out the window. I couldn't just talk to this odd and gorgeous boy! Don't come over here, don't come over here. Please just don't co--.

"Hi," came an extremely husky voice, interrupting my internal tirade. I looked up to see the boy with his friend. "Do you mind if we sit with you?"

"Not at all," I replied, trying to be coy. Gah. I suck at flirting! Why am I even trying??

"I'm Jared," said the shorter, unremarkable—at least in my eyes—boy.

"Leah," I said while extending a hand to shake his, "Nice to meet you." I turned my expression expectedly towards the beautiful one.

His ultra attractive, husky voice introduced, "I'm Sam. Sam Uley."

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