Just a story I'm writing for fun. I've always loved OC + Jacob pairings, and it's time I write one. I hope you all enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight saga by Stephenie Meyer. All canon characters and story lines belong to her. OCs are mine.

The Girl Who Loved Jacob Black

By Charlotte MacGregor

Chapter One: Fresh Meat

"You two are so childish," said a husky voice coming through the door with equal parts annoyance and amusement. It was a pleasant voice, boyish but masculine, and I wanted to see who it belonged to, but also wanted to appear confident and nonchalant.

"You're just mad because we caught you with Bella Swan," said another male voice.

A third voice chortled with laughter.

"Just stay off my land," warned the husky voice in a laughing tone. The sounds of a scuffle ensued and I waited until it ended to finally turned around from where I had been trying to decide between a Snickers bar and a box of Skittles.

I looked towards the front of the small store, where three tall boys were grabbing sodas out of the cooler. The tallest one, about six feet tall I guessed from comparing his height to my own five foot seven, had his back to me. But I could guess that he was handsome, from the long, raven black hair that hung down his muscular back and the beautiful warm red-brown of his skin. His friends were facing me as they scanned an assortment of chips. One was shorter and burly with a buzz cut and a wide grin as he teased his friends. The other was taller but still shorter than the long haired one, and had chin length hair parted down the middle and a slight dimple in his chin. They both had skin very similar to the warm brown of the tallest one's.

I finally decided on the Skittles and walked to the counter before the boys finished their selections and formed a line. As I was paying the cashier, the shorter guy said, "Hey, I've never seen you before. Where'd you come from?"

The cashier handed me my candy and my change and I turned to face him. "I just moved here," I said. "My mom's on a business trip for a few months, so I'm spending some time with my dad."

The long haired one was finally facing me and walked over to join his friends, and I tried very hard not to stare. He was good-looking like I had guessed, but even more so. He was downright beautiful, and I felt my face get hot as I quickly averted my gaze. Even with my eyes no longer on him, his dark, deep set eyes lingered in my mind.

"Well, welcome to La Push. I'm Quil Ateara," the shorter boy flashed me a cocky grin, "And this is Embry and Jacob." He gestured to each friend. The beautiful one was Jacob. Hearing his name made my face heat even more. I kept my eyes on Quil, who obviously thought the blush on my light brown skin was due to him. I wanted to roll my eyes.

"Nice to meet you," said Embry.

"I'm Melody James. It's nice to meet you as well," I said politely, allowing myself to look at Jacob long enough to acknowledge him. He and Embry returned my smile, and they both seemed a little shy. "I've gotta run," I said, feeling ridiculous at the way my heart had raced when Jacob's pink, full lips spread slightly to smile at me. His cheekbones were high in his broad face, his brows dark and serious. So handsome, I mentally sighed as I hurried from the store.

Quil followed me out, his friends staying to pay for their snacks. "Wait up! You must be Eliam's daughter. He's the only James on the rez." Quil's tone was conversational, but I didn't miss the way he was checking me out. I fought a sigh. He was so not my type. I wished Jacob had followed me instead.

"Yep, that's my dad," I replied, hoping my short reply would send Quil the message. He didn't seem put off, unfortunately, and walked with me the short distance to my dad's house, keeping up a constant chatter the whole time. Finally, we got to the door of my house.

"I live just behind the store," Quil said, jerking his head towards the way we'd came. "We should hang out sometime."

"Maybe," I said, flashing a smile to soften the obviously uninterested reply, "See you around." I ducked into my house before the boy could make anymore suggestions. When I peeked through the curtain, he was walking away with a bounce in his step and a triumphant grin on his face. What would he tell his friends about our walk? I was already fantasizing about spending time with Jacob, and if this Quil messed that up, I would be supremely annoyed.

"Kill me now," I moaned as I turned from the window.

"What's wrong?" My father, Eliam called from his place at the small kitchen table. He was carving a small fish out of of wood.

"Quil Ateara might be interested in me. That's what's wrong."

My dad laughed and put his project down on the table to look at me. "Quil is a funny kid. But you are a very beautiful girl, Melody. All the boys here will be interested in you," he said warmly, his dark, slanted eyes kind.

"You have to say that, Dad," I grinned. "Besides, I'm just fresh meat." My dad laughed heartily, and I thought, not for the first time, that it was no wonder that my mother had fallen in love with him twenty years ago. With his copper skin tone and his high cheekbones and strong jaw, any woman would have to be blind not to recognize his beauty. He had a few strands of gray littered through his thick, long silken mane, and his eyes had a few faint lines around them, but he made being a forty-one year old dad of three look good.

"You are that," my dad agreed laughingly, "But trust me, the novelty is only part of it. Faith and I might not have been quite right for each other, but we made some beautiful kids."

"Okay, Dad, yuck. No one wants to think about you and Mom making anyone," I said with a shudder. My dad's laugh followed me as I went upstairs to where my small bedroom and bathroom were the only rooms.

I got on my laptop, a Christmas present from Mom, and checked Facebook. Alyssa, a friend from back home in L.A., had tagged me in the photo we took with our friend Reggie when they saw me off at the airport. I smiled and left a comment, and then stared at the photo for awhile.

I thought about Jacob as I scanned my demurely smiling face. Did he think I was pretty? Quil certainly seemed to, and most of the males I encountered seemed to. Light brown eyes, slanted like my dad's, stared at me from the computer with a playful gleam. My hair, long, wavy, and very black, billowed around me. I scrutinized the clear, light brown skin, the full, rounded lips I had inherited from my mom, and the high cheekbones. People thought I looked more like my dad than my mom, and I mostly agreed. My mom was beautiful, dark-skinned with very coily, thick hair that she wore in a huge afro, but we had little in common besides our light brown eyes, the color of honey, and full lips.

I closed my computer feeling a little more satisfied. I was very pretty, and I had always known that. Did Jacob think so?

Pulling my flute out from its case, I began to play to take my mind of of the silly crush I had developed this afternoon. My dad had crafted this instrument for me, and as the sound of the TV downstairs lowered in volume, I knew he was listening. I played a traditional Quileute song for him, and let the music carry me away to a place where there was no Jacob, the beautiful but unknown boy who had invaded my head.

Please review! I'd love to hear your thoughts on my first chapter. Thanks for reading!

- Charlotte