A/N: Hey everyone! I know that I have two other stories that I have yet to finish and one on temporary hiatus, but seeing as I am a total Team Switzerland and wanted Jacob to have some happiness of his own, I decided that making a story just for him would be awesome! This has been plaguing my mind for a while, and I think it will be the perfect cup of tea that will get me out of my writers block for Why Did I Get Married and Hidden. I really hope you all will like this story! Pictures are on my homepage, just look for the title Love Us Both and all the pictures will be on there.
The Twilight Characters are Stephanie Meyer's, the rest are mine!
Enjoy!
ZPOV
"Come on, Zakiya, you can do this! Just breath." I told myself, as I looked around the corner of the hallway in my parents' house. "It's now or never."
"Come out, come out, where ever you are!" The deep voice rumbled as he walked closer. As soon as I saw the tip of his black boot, I swerved from around the corner and attacked.
I grunted at the continuous attempts to defeat this powerful opponent, but it seems that, again, I would be the one to suffer.
But one day, and one day soon, this man will be mine. And I will stand over his dead carcass and wave my weapon in victory!
I screamed at the fatal blow to my side. If felt like slow motion as I fell to the ground. All I could see was the sick smile the man wore as he watched me fall.
It is done…for now.
The man cackled as he took off his mask.
"That's not fair, daddy! You always win." I whined as I threw my light saber to the side.
He did nothing but chuckle as he lifted me from the ground.
"Well, I warned you that I was the Jedi master in High School when you were younger, but you continue to try and fight me." He laughed.
"One day, father, one day I will be the one to help you off the floor." I promised as I looked towards the ceiling dramatically.
"Okay, you two, dinner's ready. Now put your gear away and wash your hands." My mother, Aoki, laughed.
She had the prettiest laugh I've ever heard, I reminisced as I put my stuff back into my closet and washed my hands. She was beautiful too! I had her emerald green eyes and was blessed with her curvy body. Yes, people, I was a thirty four D cup. Jealous, yet? If not, then let me inform you about my fantastic ass that had just the right amount of BA BAM!
Yes, I know your jealous now.
My mother is half Caucasian South African and half Hawaiian. My father was a full blown Quileute Native American. That's why we live in La Push, this is his home, and it's been mine since I was born. I could never think about being anywhere else but here. His long black hair mixed with my mother's light brown hair, made my mahogany hair. How's that possible, you ask? Well, apparently I have my great grandmother's hair color on my father's side. I wasn't complaining though. I loved it. It reached all the way down to my butt, and was thick with natural curls. The only hell it ever caused me was in the mornings when it looked like a family of possums made a nest in it.
The delicious aroma coming from our kitchen carried me down stairs, where my mother was fixing my father's plate. She put two smothered pork chops and a bunch of white rice with gravy on his plate, but we both knew he would be coming back for more later. That man ate like he's been walking the desert for years with no food or water.
"You can glare at me all you like, Zakiya, I won fair and square." My father, Luca, chuckled. "Feed your dog, by the way." He gave me a warning glance.
"I know, I would never forget about Shango!" I cooed and bent down to run my hand through our white and grey half husky half wolf's fur. His icy blue eyes pierced my soul as he licked my face. I just love my baby!
Well, it's not a baby, but you get my drift. Unless, you don't get my drift and actually think I'm feeding a baby dog food. It's an understandable mistake.
I took his bowl and filled it with the dog food that we make ourselves. There was no way in hell we were going to feed my baby with that processed shit. I didn't trust it as far as I could throw it.
I'm horrible at throwing things, just in case you're wondering.
After making sure Shango had his food and water, I grabbed my own plate and joined my family at the dining room table.
"So, are you excited for tomorrow? First day of school, you're a junior now!" my mother squealed.
I laughed as I took a bite of the tender pork chop.
"I guess, I'd be more excited if it were my senior year, but I guess I can live with being a junior…for now." I smirked.
"Are you picking up your friends tomorrow?" my father questioned.
Let me tell you a little about my father before we continue.
Now, there's something that always intimidated people when they saw my father. It could be his 6'7'' height, the fact that he had big muscles, or the way his dark brown eyes could make you tell the truth against your will. I had no idea. I personally thought he was a secret Samurai and it would soon be my turn to take over the family business of defeating the elusive black robed ninjas that constantly watched our family, waiting for a good time to strike. Every time I asked him about this he would just roll his eyes and chuckle.
It wasn't a no, though, so the option is still open.
"No, only Mimi. The rest are going to take the bus as punishment for standing me up at the movies." I growled. That'll show them, that bus was a cess pool of walking STD ridden students and it smelled like ass.
With only a shaking of their heads, we returned to our meal, too enthralled in the tenderness of the pork chops, pepper and buttered white rice, and creamy, spicy gravy to talk anymore. My father had gotten two more plates, like I thought he would. He could be so predictable sometimes.
I helped with the cleaning after dinner and headed for bed. Apparently, I had a big day tomorrow. Personally, it was just junior year, but my parents wanted me well rested and alert. I, on the other hand, knew that if I didn't get enough sleep, it would be hell to try and get me up when my alarm went off, because all I would do is throw it out my window, and watch with great pleasure as it plummeted to its shattered demise like the other thirty alarm clocks, before returning to bed.
As you can see, I'm not a morning person.
I did all my business in the bathroom, I'm not going to tell you what I did, it's my business alone, before laying down in my king sized bed and drifting off to sleep. I had to have a king sized bed, I had fallen off all of the beds that were smaller than this, because of my wild sleeping. And when I had broken my elbow falling off the queen sized bed, it was the last straw for my dad; not that I noticed it was broken until my mom came to wake me up off the floor and tried to help me up by pulling my arm, causing me to scream bloody murder. Let's just say I said all the curse words in the dictionary and made some up on my own.
What felt like an hour later, I was being awakened by my blasted alarm clock shrilling Judas by Lady GaGa.
I dragged myself to my big walk in closet and tried to decide what type of style I wanted for today. I had broken all my clothes up into categories. There was my punk rock, tomboy, goth, hobo, gypsy, bohemian, which was broken into two subcategories, my rugged Boho look and Boho chic , and finally, my gangsta category. For today, I decided to go with Boho Chic.
Putting on a brown tank top and then my 60's Dashiki mini dress that reached just above my knees, I threw on my burnt orange gladiator sandals and walked to the bathroom. After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I applied eyeliner, mascara, and lip gloss; I wasn't a very make up type of person. I applied soft curls in my hair and pushed down my burn orange circular headband to the middle of my forehead.
I grabbed my bag and keys and ran down the stairs.
"Good morning all!" I yelled once I entered our Sci-Fi styled kitchen; my father was kind of a geek, but I got it from him, so I loved the kitchen.
"Someone's cheery." My mother laughed before handing me a granola bar and a glass of milk. I hated breakfast, whoever said it was the most important meal of the day was lying! You try going through the whole day without lunch or dinner and then figure out which meal is more important than the other. It's a conspiracy among meals is what it is.
"Cheery? Not exactly, but I am excited to see my friends." The last few weeks of summer was spent in California where my older brother, Teddy, was working on his acting career. Don't call him that though, his real name is Ted, but I'm the only one who can call him Teddy.
"Well, you better get going then." She smiled after kissing my cheek and putting my glass in the sink. My father was already at work, with him owning the most popular Lodge Hotel in the Olympic Peninsula, he was always busy, but not too busy for family. That's what I love most about him, he would be dog tired when he got home, but always made sure that we at least spent an hour together as a family.
I drove off in my black Mazda 3 car I got for my birthday a couple of months ago, and headed towards Mimi's house. I didn't even bother to honk, she was already waiting for me on her front steps, and quickly ran to my car in all her excitement. With her straight black hair, light russet skin, pearly white teeth, and chocolate brown eyes, Mimi was the most beautiful Pocahontas in La Push. Not that girls here are ugly, it's just that anyone who met Mimi is astounded by her beauty first, before they are able to actually talk to her.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so excited for school! Aren't you? Oh, I've missed you so much, what did you do in California? I hope you took pictures, I want to see them later! Did you meet any celebrities? How…"
"Mimi!" I yelled through my laughter. I swear she was the most energetic girl in the world seven thirty in the morning. "Yes, I'm excited, I'll tell you later what I did, there's plenty of pictures, and I saw a few celebrities." I answered all her questions. Not just anyone could do that. You had to be skilled in the language of Mimi, or you would have missed everything she said.
I know, I'm talented; it's a blessing and a curse.
She squealed loudly as we pulled into the parking lot of La Push High. Unique name, right?
As soon as I parked, we were attacked by our two other best friends, Sai and Bobby. Sai was the only foreigner at our school, with being Chinese, she was a target to hump by all the 'popular' boys, but like the warrior she is, she never gave in. Not like the other leg spreading skanks here who wanted to be popular. Bobby, was made an outcast in middle school. He's gay, and has been since as long as he can remember. No one wanted to be around him, but I saw something special in him, and instantly fell in love with my Cher wannabe.
We were formally known as the Fantastic Four in our minds, in others, we were the outcasts who nobody wanted to touch with a fifty foot pole. I couldn't care less though, I loved who we were.
"You explain why we take bus?" Sai demanded as she looked down at me with her hands on her hips. Her almond eyes were squinted into a dangerous glare; one that only enhanced her Asian qualities. She was only 5'4'', but compared to my 5'0'', she was still tall enough to have to look down at me.
"Well, you two stood me up at the movies and didn't even call to tell me, and then I have to find out that you went to a party instead! One that I heard you were kicked out of." I glared right back.
Her glared ceased to exist, instead she had the decency to look a little ashamed.
"It was Bobby's idea." She ratted and pointed to a now tomato faced Indian who was about to get a good tongue lashing!
"Explain yourself!" I demanded as we headed towards the office to get our schedules.
"W-Well, I d-didn't think th-that you wanted to go! In f-fact I knew you would t-try and tell us n-not to go!" he scrambled to explain himself.
"Of course I would have tried to talk you out of it, and not because I wouldn't have wanted to go! I would have already known that we would have been kicked out. We are the outcasts! More popular than the marching band members, but less popular than the stoners." I said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"I know, I know, it's just that…I was hoping something would have changed." He sighed as his face fell into a frown. "Maybe it's time for me to change." He whispered.
I sighed and stopped walking, "Nothing about us has to change. While everyone else is trying to act like someone else, we act like ourselves twenty four/seven. I'm happy with who I am, and you need to be too. There is nothing wrong with you, the only thing that's wrong is that these kids are too busy trying to be popular instead of just being who they are. We all know that when they go home, they act totally different. In reality, everyone here is an outcast, the only difference is we aren't hiding it." I smiled as I hugged my best friend.
His arms tightened around me while he placed his cheek on top of my head, "Thank you." I could feel his cheeks raise into a smile, so my job here is done.
"No problem, but let me give you a word of warning. You ever do that to me again, and I'll rip your whitey tighty's right off of you wedgie style, you got me?"
I could hear him gulp as he nodded his head.
"Good." I said and walked into the office. We grabbed our schedules and compared them. I had English and Spanish with Mimi and Bobby, and History and Art with only Sai. I had best friends in all my classes except Math! This might just turn out to be a good year.
We walked Sai to class before going to our homeroom, English, chatting about what we did for those last few weeks separated. Well, I was actually separated, they hung out and had a great time; I wish I had been there with them, but I couldn't regret my time in California, it was just too much fun!
English and Spanish passed in a blur of introductions, syllabuses, and classroom etiquette. I felt as if time had been sped up! Before I knew it, I was sitting alone in Math class, all the way in the back. Of course, the students made faces at me and called me names ranging from dork to worthless, but I didn't pay attention to them. You eventually get used to those names when they're unchanging for the past two years.
I even had a few paper balls thrown at my head. Savages is what they are! But I still ignored them, no matter how much I wanted to use my nails to dig a hole through their stomach, pull their entrails out, and use them as double dutch ropes.
I continued to look through the book, Romeo and Juliet, we got from English class. I had already read it a few times; it was one of my favorite stories, but once more wouldn't kill anyone. At least not that I know of. If someone does die because I read this book one more time, I am truly sorry; I didn't know your survival was based on my actions, and I will avenge your death. I have a feeling you died at the hands of those pesky ninjas!
Damn you ninjas!
Ms. Green was ten minutes into her explanation when the door to the classroom swung open and in walked the most beautiful boy, no, definitely not a boy, man I had ever seen. But there was something in this man's eyes as he explained to the teacher why he was late, something that broke my heart. He was very sad, there was no light in this his eyes, they were completely…dead. It actually made me shiver a little.
There was a simultaneous sigh from the girls as he walked down the aisle to the only available seat…next to me!
"Please, refrain from being late to my class again, Jacob Black." Ms. Green said before continuing on with the class, but she had officially sent me into complete shock.
This man was Jacob Black? That's impossible! I may not have seen Jacob extensively for the last two years, since middle school, but I have seen him around a little during the end of the sophmore school year, and he sure as hell was not that big!
This Jacob Black had muscles on top of his muscles! His tight black T-shirt only served to accent every line on his body, unfortunately, it was loose enough around the stomach to hide his abs, but I could only imagine that he had a six pack! Jacob's black hair was still long, going past his shoulder blade and stopping at the beginning of his biceps, but it wasn't framing his baby face anymore. Instead, it framed a chiseled jaw, strong neck, and perfect bone structure.
Hot damn, this boy had gotten hot since his disappearance, but I knew I had no chance with him, so I turned back to my book and read. A guy like that would definitely only want the prettiest and most popular girls, aka, Diana. In my eyes, that girl was nothing but fake, from her now blonde hair, bigger chest, smaller nose, and orange skin, to her blue contacts, miniskirts, and hooker heels. Not to mention the pounds of makeup that was slathered on that girls face, but that didn't stop the majority of the boys here, most of them had already been personally acquainted with her lady bits on more than one occasion. I'm sure it will be no different for Jacob.
I sighed in relief when the bell for lunch rung. My friends and I never ate in the cafeteria, choosing to eat in the Art room instead; the teacher was my aunt after all.
I waited until everyone was out of the room before walking out myself and to my locker. My friends would meet me here, and we would walk there together, so no one was cornered by themselves. I was the only one with a self-defense background, which automatically made me the protector.
You wanted to fuck with friends, you were going to have to kill me first.
I stuffed the books I got today in my locker, but accidently dropped one, causing it slide to the middle of the hallway. Thank God, everyone was already gone to the cafeteria. I bent down to pick it up, when a large hand beat me to it. I guess I wasn't so alone after all. I waited for the hand to smash the book in my face, but to my utter surprise, it just picked up! My eyes slowly began to run up the body of the boy who had picked up my book, until I had come face to face with none other than Jacob Black.
He handed me the book quietly before turning to walk away.
I wracked my brain for something to say, until I finally came up with the words "Thank you." I even threw in a smile to show my gratitude!
Good Job, Zakiya, I internally said to myself as I mentally patted my back for my achievement. I expected Jacob to say 'you're welcome' or something, but instead, all he did was stare at me with his mouth wide open and eyeballs about to fall out of his head.
"Zakiya, let's go!" Mimi yelled from down the hall. Side stepping the now statued Jacob Black, I waved a little, threw my book in my locker, and high tailed my ass out of the hall way.
"Who was that?" Mimi giggled as we caught up to our friends.
"You wouldn't believe me even if I told you." I sighed. We waited in line for our lunch, of course, being pushed and skipped, before we could finally collect our own greasy slice of pizza, juice, fruit, and bag of chips.
We walked all the way to my Aunts room, where she was currently wearing a white jumpsuit to cover her clothes, and painting on a canvas.
"Auntie!" I sang operatically as we entered. My Aunt Jeanie just laughed and shook her head while greeting us.
Of course, we talked about all things Sci-Fi and comics! Comic con for the Green Lantern was coming to Seattle Washington and all our parents agreed that we were allowed to go with at least one adult present, and that would be my father, cause he was just as much of a dork as we were!
By the way, in case you were wondering, this is the only reason why Mimi is an outcast. When she found out that we were Sci-Fi dorks like her, we became instant friends. You could say that she was the 'newest' to the group, having joined us freshman year, whereas the rest of us had been best friends since middle school.
We talked about our Green Lantern T-shirts that we got and how we were going to personalize them, deciding that it would be a secret until it was Comic Con time.
Before I knew it, I was sitting in History class with Sai discussing the authenticity of P.F. Chang. Unfortunately, it was interrupted by the teacher telling us about what we've already heard four times already, but it didn't seem to stop Mr. Owen. Luckily, I was able to drown out his monotonous droning long enough for the bell to ring.
Sai and I happily chatted all through Art class, seeing as my aunt didn't go through all that crap the other teachers did, instead she made us draw our most favorite event that we did over the summer.
I was in heaven as my pencil scratched the surface of the thick white sheet of drawing paper. My experiences becoming more than just a memory, but a piece of art as I put the finishing touches on the landscape of the beach.
"Beauitful." My auntie sighed when she passed. Art has always been my thing; something that was personally special about me. I wasn't great at a lot of things, but art didn't fall under that subject. If I do say so myself, which I do all the time, I'd like to think that I'm a modern day Picasso!
All too soon, the bell rang for the end of the day. Sai and I packed our things and left quickly, trying to beat the rush to the parking lot, but of course, since we are considered to be invisible, we were pushed and pulled until we were all the way at the back.
Ugh, barbarians, all of them!
Mimi and Bobby were already standing by my car when Sai and I were able to escape from the Christmas rush.
"Hey, the La Push Gang is staring at you." Mimi whispered when Sai and I got to them.
I turned around and followed her eye line to see that they were in deed all looking at me. And low and behold, who would also be a part of the La Push Gang other than Jacob Black himself. Actually, they all kind of looked alike. If it weren't for the fact that he was the only one there with long hair, I would have thought they were all Jacob.
Shrugging my shoulders, I got into the driver's seat and drove off as soon as everyone was locked in.
"That was weird." Bobby said accusingly as he stared at me.
"You guys remember Jacob Black? He was the one with the long hair." I confessed.
"WHAT?" They shouted all at once.
"That's impossible! He-He was smaller than that last year! Much smaller." Mimi said as she shook her head.
I looked at her through the rearview mirror and shrugged. I didn't have any explanation for his sudden full body growth spurt other than steroids.
My friends continued to talk about the wonder of Jacob Black as we entered my kitchen, while I wondered about the look he gave me. Ever since then, every time I even thought about him my stomach would do flip flops, but not the bad kind when you eat too much spicy food at the Indian restaurant down the street. The good kind, when it flutters like…like someone tickling your insides with a feather.
"Hey kids!" my mother greeted us with the laundry basket filled with folded clothes in her hand. We greeted her enthusiastically, mostly because we wanted her to make us a delicious snack, but also because we all really loved her. Me the most obviously.
"Zakiya, don't get undressed. Daddy's going to be home early and we're going out to eat in celebration tonight." She smiled.
"What are we celebrating?" I ran through all the important dates in my head, but it wasn't any one's birthday and it wasn't my parents' anniversary.
"You know that magazine 'Washington's Best'? Well, they voted your father's Lodge the second best in all of Washington, so we're going out to celebrate." She squealed and I couldn't help but to join her. I always knew my father was great, but being crowned as the second best in all of Washington state just solidified it. "Oh, you kids should join us! You gave him so many good ideas for the Lodge that made it a success, and he really wants to share this with everyone." My mother added.
Instantly, my friends and I started to jump up and down excitedly. This was turning out to be a great day indeed! Well, other than the whole Jacob Black scenario, but I can wonder about that later.
My friends and I decided to chill in the game room until my dad got home. It was actually our basement, but my dad completely renovated it to make it into this wicked arcade room. What's even more awesome is that one of the entire walls is a green screen for all different types of virtual reality games. I was currently in Aspen skiing in the Olympics.
Before I knew it, my father came bounding down the stairs screaming. We joined in on the celebration, dog piling on him in a heap of laughter and cheers.
"I'm so proud of you, daddy, I knew you could do it." I laughed.
"Thank you, baby girl, that means so much to me." He whispered as he kissed my forehead.
I remember a time in our lives where my father would come home almost in tears. He was always worried that he wouldn't make it, that he would have to sell everything, and we'd lose our house. He had spent all their life savings on that Lodge, a dream that he was beginning to regret, but my mother always encouraged him to keep going, and that there would be a day where we wouldn't have to worry about when the next meal would be coming or if we would be able to pay the bills.
It was like she as psychic, because by a stroke of luck, a celebrity broke down near his lodge, and had to stay the night. My father made sure to give him the best of the best, and when she left, she spread the word of my father's lodge, and soon anyone who was anyone was staying at my father's lodge when they passed through.
It was truly a blessing in disguise, but one that I know my father greatly appreciated.
"Okay, everyone, let's go to our favorite diner!"
My parents rode together while I drove my friends and I to our favorite diner in La Push. We had been going there every time we had something to celebrate, and soon it became a tradition, one that I hope I'll pass down to my children one day.
To my utter horror, my family and I pulled into the parking lot and parked, right when the La Push Gang was getting out of their cars. Well, the La Push Gang , plus Kim Comwell, who I am now assuming is dating one of the members, because one of them had their arms around her. Then there was a beautiful woman who had three deep scars on her face from her eye all the way down her cheek, and a man in a wheelchair with salt and pepper hair rolling towards the door.
If the La Push Gang was here then that meant Jacob was here. Without a moment to waste, I hauled my ass in the diner with my friends behind me. My parents on the other hand decided that it would be cool to make nice with the band of rough riders and their peeps.
Wait Zakiya, you don't even know if they are an actual gang. You always say don't judge a book by its cover and yet you are doing the very thing with those Native American Hulks.
I watched in amusement as my parents laughed with them, but became curious when my mother squealed and grabbed Jacob in a bone crushing hug, causing everyone to burst out in laughter. As if they could feel my stare, they all looked through the window and at me, just…staring!
It was creepy.
My father raised his hand and signaled for me to come out there with them. He must have been out of his cotton picking mind if he thought I wasn't going to at least bring some back up with me! I was weaponless if I decided to go out there, and my amazing Samurai powers have yet to be bestowed upon me. I had a feeling that before that could happen, I would have to learn some type of life lesson that would inevitably save the world and all its inhabitants, but until that happened, I decided that Mimi was good enough to be my plus one in this situation.
I grabbed her arm and dragged her out with me, though she protested heavily; I just acted as if I couldn't hear her or feel her continuous pinches on my upper arm.
I let go of Mimi when we reached my parents, but the staring never ceased, causing me to stand a little behind my father, just in case they were trying to use some type of mind control technique I was unfamiliar with.
My father wrapped an arm around my waist and brought me from behind him and in between my mother and him.
"Come on, Zakiya, you've never been the shy type." He teased. That got me a little miffed.
I sniffed, "Well, when a bunch of people you don't know do nothing but stare at you intensely, then you'd be nervous as well." I shot back with my chin held high and closed eyes.
I could hear the old man's rubbling laughter, which caused me to open my eyes and look at him quizzically, "She is definitely your daughter Luca!" he said.
My father nodded his head proudly, "She sure is, but she got her sassiness from her mother." He chuckled.
I crossed my eyes in frustration. All I wanted to do was go sit down and order my food in celebration, not be talked about like I wasn't clearly standing in front of them all.
"Zakiya, this is an old friend of mine Billy Black, Jacob Black's father. I heard you two had a run in today." Luca chuckled. I acted as if my face wasn't turning an embarrassing shade of red and shook Billy's hand.
I looked behind me to introduce Mimi as well, but saw that she had already escaped back inside.
A coward is what she is! Leaving me all by myself to defend my honor, what a great friend! I tell you what folks, when you make best friends, make sure they will stick with you even in the most awkward of events.
My father proceeded to introduce me to Sam Uley, Emily Young, Jared Cameron, Kim Comwell, Paul Lahote, Leah and Seth Clearwater, Quil Ateara, Brady Fuller, Collin Littlesea, "And of course you know Jacob Black." My father smirked as if he knew a secret I didn't, while everyone snickered.
"Am I missing something?" I glared at them all, shutting them up quickly.
"No, sweetie, of course not." I mothered smiled, but I could see right through her.
I sighed frustratingly and ducked from my under my father's arm, turning to go back into the diner. My parents knew just how much I hated when I was left out of something, especially when it has something to do with me.
"It was nice meeting you all." I said monotonously and walked back over to my friends. If they want to act like I'm completely stupid, then I don't want anything to do with them!
My friends had already ordered all of our food and drinks, seeing as we always got the same exact thing every time we came here. I gladly dug into my hamburger and fries, completely ignoring my parents when they came back to sit with us.
"Don't you think you acted a little rude, Zakiya." My father said as he began to eat as well.
"I find it to be extremely rude to laugh at someone, and then act like it never happened when that person can clearly see that everyone there is keeping a secret." I said in annoyance.
"Zakiya, it is a secret that has to do with you, but you're not ready to find it out yet. You're just going to have to wait, but I promise you that you'll find out soon enough." My mother said as she hugged me from the side. I laid my head against hers and nodded.
The subject was soon dropped and we began our celebration as intended, chatting animatedly about everything that came to mind, but I kept seeing my father shoot glances over to Black's table.
It was strange to say the least.
After my father paid the bill, we all left. I kept shooting questioning glares over at Black's table, but it didn't even faze them. Instead, it seemed to amuse them as they all waved goodbye to me. Well, all except Jacob who winked, causing me to blush deeply and all but run out of the diner. I could see them laughing through the window as I jumped into my car.
I drove my friends home, before going home myself. I couldn't think straight! All I could think of was how sexy Jacob looked when he winked.
Ugh! Stupid Black!
I took an extremely hot shower, hoping it would scorch the feelings I was having out of me, but only made me think about how sexy Jacob must look with steam all around him and water droplets cascading down his muscular body.
I groaned and hopped out, disappointed that the only thing I felt after that shower was horny.
Throwing on my pjs, I went to bed, hoping for a peaceful sleep.
The only thing I got were sappy dreams filled with a certain Jacob Black.
I yanked my alarm clock off of my nightstand and chucked it out the window for its incessant beeping six thirty in the morning! Whoever created that ghastly contraption to be beaten and stoned!
There was no use in trying to go back to sleep anyway, it wasn't like I had any success with it. They were filled with Jacob, wolves, and this one girl with brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. I didn't know her, but I had a feeling she was the reason why Jacob had such sorrowful eyes.
I got up and dressed, deciding that today, I just wanted to be comfortable. I put on a pair of black skinny jeans and a white tunic. I threw on my black and white converses, and put my hair up in a high pony tail. I forgone putting on makeup and chose to just wear lip gloss instead after brushing my teeth and washing my face. I was tired, and trying to look anything else but tired would a) take too much effort, and b) was a crime. I wanted everyone to know that today was not a day to mess with me, as the whole school had figured out that a tired Zakiya was a nasty little bugger.
Let's just say, Diana learned the hard way that I wasn't a nice person with only two hours of sleep. It took her a week to get the garbage smell off her skin and out of her hair.
Grabbing my jacket, keys, and book bag, I was set to pick up my friends and head for school. Of course, they all sensed my lack of enthusiasm, and decided that leaving me to my inner peace was the most safest thing to do for their health.
I couldn't have taught them any better.
Parking in my usual spot, the one farthest away from school and closest to the exit, my friends and I hung around and talked about nothing in particular. Well, they talked, I scowled at the ground and mentally cursed at it to the deepest plane of Hades.
"Zakiya, if you glare at the ground any harder, it'll melt into lava." Bobby giggled as he threw his arm around my shoulder. "Come on, baby cakes, tell big daddy what's the matter." He cooed.
I rolled my eyes and threw his arm off of me, "Nothings the matter, I just didn't get enough sleep and I'm tired as fuck, so if you don't want to be scratching your prostate with that hand, I'd advise you to back off." I grumbled.
I knew it was mean to act like this, but doesn't every girl deserve to have an off day every once in a while?
My attitude didn't seem to faze Bobby, he knew when I was tired and when something was bothering me, so like any gay best friend would do, he pestered me.
I stood there in all my irritation as he poked and prodded me, flicked my pony tail, pinching my cheeks, and playing with my lips to try and get me to spill. Really, all he was doing was giving himself a first class trip to hell in a hand basket. He was pissing me off!
"Come on, Bobby, she no feel well, leave her alone!" Sai said as she pushed Bobby away from me.
I could have kissed Sai in all her adorable broken English glory! Her English wasn't bad, she still had a few things to work on, but she is a stubborn Chinese person and refuses to go to a class. Instead, she teaches herself English by watching PBS, where Sesame Street and Clifford the Big Red Dog comes on.
Hmm, maybe I should give you a little entail as to how Sai, pronounced like Sigh instead of Say just in case you didn't know, it's a common mistake most people would make, ended up in La Push.
Ms. Sai Mei Lee-Jones was adopted at the ripe age of ten by a Mr. and Mrs. Jones, two Native American Quileutes from La Push. Her parents died in a crash, them being hit by a runaway bus when they were riding their bikes to work. She was then taken to an adoption agency as neither of her parents had siblings and both sets of grandparents were dead. A Mr. and Mrs. Jones were on a vacation in China, but had heard of this sad story via newspaper. They, themselves, are unable to have children, but apparently, when they saw the picture of Sai in the newspaper, they knew that she was the perfect child for them. At the time of the crash, she was nine, but a year later, by the age of ten, she was in La Push, and living a happy life.
Now, let me fill you in on what was happening while I was telling you the story of Sai. The bell rang, so Bobby, Mimi, and I walked to our first period, and we are now listening to our teacher drone on about nothing.
I just thought you should know where we're at in the story, just in case you get confused about my complaints of the teacher's extremely boring voice when just mere seconds before, I was explaining Sai's life to you.
I swear my eyes couldn't role any further to the back of my head, and my mouth couldn't hang any wider with any more drool dripping down my chin, but if Mr. Melino talked anymore about the history of Shakespeare, I will be dragging my jaw behind me in a wagon.
I thanked the bell gods who allowed me to escape this monotonous man when I realized I still had three other classes to get through that weren't particularly my favorite before I get to Art class. I sighed heavily, and dragged my tired body from class to class, telling myself that beating my head until I was unconscious would give no one but the popular kids pleasure, but as each mocking tick of the clock went by, I started to care less about who would get pleasure from what, and started staring at my hardback Spanish book with raw desire.
An hour and fifteen minutes of each class would be torture for anyone!
I internally cheered and wiped the few joyful tears that ran down my cheek when that beautiful lunch bell rang, signaling my forty five minute escape from hell.
Sai was already standing by my locker. She exhaled when she saw me coming, and gave me a big smile. My heart warmed a little for my best friend, she was truly good from the inside out, but scary as hell when you pissed her off. That girl had a set of lungs, and even with her broken English, you still were able to get the jest of what she's screaming about.
Sai and I chatted lightly as we waited for Mimi and Bobby to arrive, but her sudden end in conversation made me tense as she stared behind me. I turned around to see that a few of the La Push Gang members were behind me, well, more specifically, Jacob and two of his other friends—Em something and Quick? Quiz? I didn't really care. The only thing I cared about was that Em kid staring weirdly at Sai, the same look Jacob gave me, and was making her uncomfortable.
She turned beat red and took a step behind me, immediately pissing me off. I snapped my fingers in front of Emory's, Embry's, Emmy's face? I don't give a shit! I snapped my fingers in front of his face and made him look at me.
"Yo! Emmy? Emory! Em-something-or-other! Don't be givin' my best friend that weird look and make her uncomfortable or you're gonna be dealin' with me! You got it, punk?" I all but shouted and dragged Sai away, ignoring Jacob's pleas for me to come back.
I stopped and waited for Bobby and Mimi outside of the cafeteria before we went inside and, once again, began to go through the everyday routine of being pushed to the end of the line before going to my Aunt's art class.
The only difference today was that I was going to find out what the hell was up with Jacob and that Em dude! It was one thing to make me uncomfortable, but when you add any of my friends into the mix, you were fucking with the wrong one!
The rest of the day, I was solidifying my plan of torturing the information out of Jacob. It was high time I put my samurai skills to the test. I wished I could say that my father taught me well, but with his continuous brush off of being a highly skilled samurai, I was going into this Black Op blind, deaf, and dumb.
Sai stared at me with unease as I splattered a bunch of black and red paint onto my canvas in blind rage and began to smear it around with the palm of my hands. I felt liberated as I beat my red fists onto the canvas repeatedly, imagining that it was Jacob's face as I interrogated him, the red paint representing his blood.
I was breathing heavily, mumbling under my breath and looking like a crazed woman as each random, loud cackle bubbled out of my mouth.
I pouted as I washed my hands, cursing the bell for the first time today when it interrupted my imaginary interrogation.
I dropped off my friends, taking a half our longer than I expected, since for some reason they interpreted my good mood as a sign to try and cox me into a conversation.
I pulled in front of Billy Black's home, getting the address from my mother who asked me a million and one questions as to why I wanted the address, until I lied and told her I wanted to ask Jacob on a date to which she answered me with a squeal and his address.
I cackled maniacally in my mind, not wanting to give away my arrival. I was about to knock on the front door when I heard some banging going on from behind the side of the house. I followed the sound to a garage that was slightly hidden by the forest where I could see Jacob working aggressively on a car.
I took a deep breath and steeled myself for the violent interview.
"Yo, Black!" I shouted as I stalked into the garage. He immediately dropped something in his hand and turned around stunned.
Yes, Operation Make Obvious Steroid Using Boy Spill was a go!
Hmm, I really need to work on minimizing the name, but that's unimportant for now.
He whispered my name as he gave me that weird look again.
I sighed in annoyance and waited for him to fully turn around to address me, but when he did I was stunned into silence. With him facing me, I could clearly see his bulging eight pack, as all he had on was a pair of jeans that was so far down on his waste, I could see his lovely happy trail.
I shook myself out of my stupor and stalked right up to Black. I would have loved for us to be face to face, but because I am height impaired, we were more like face to large bulging abs.
I didn't even reach his chest for cheeses sake, how was I supposed to intimidate him?
I looked around me and smiled in satisfaction when I found a stool. I dragged it over, ignoring Jacob's confused look and kneeled on it, smiling with pleasure when we were at least face to nose.
Jacob sighed, "Zakiya, what are you doing here?" he questioned me. What I wanted was an annoyed look, but instead he was gazing at me with adoration.
It was sickening!
"I want to know what everyone is keeping from me and I want to know now, Black!" I demanded.
"I can't tell you that." He smirked as he placed one hand on my waste. I smacked it off and glared at him some more, only to be answered with googly eyes and a soft smile.
I clenched my teeth in anger, I was clearly not trained enough and was losing the battle quickly.
"This is not up for discussion, I want to know what's up with you and your Em friends' weird looks at me and Sai, and why everyone else seems to be in on this little secret that I'm not allowed on!" I began to yell.
"Yet." He smiled as he leaned against his car. His black shiny hair was pulled messily into a low pony tail at the nape of his neck as short tendrils blew lazily in the breeze. If I wasn't so pissed at him, I would think he looked quite beautiful so relaxed. It took all I had not to ogle at his muscles.
"What?"
"Yet." He stressed, "You're not in on the secret yet." He corrected.
"I don't know what the hell you and my family are trying to pull, but I will get this out of you Jacob Black, now tell me what the hell is going on! First, you are giving me this weird look and now Em something is giving Sai a weird look. Make me feel uncomfortable, sure, but I'll be damned if you make her feel uncomfortable too!" I hissed.
Jacob sighed as he pushed off his car and walked up to me. He bent his knees until we were face to face, so I could stare into his deep brown eyes.
"I need you to trust me and your family right now. You can't know the secret, because you're not ready. You and Sai aren't ready to know the truth, but I promise it'll be worth the wait. You're just going to have to learn patience. Can you do that for me, Kiya?" he whispered the last part as he brushed the back of his hand across my cheek softly.
There were two things that I noticed immediately, one) I normally hated people calling me Kiya, but when Jacob said it, it made my insides warm and start doing back flips. Two) whatever secret everyone was keeping, it was deep and possibly dangerous, but in that moment I knew that I would do anything that Jacob would ask of me, and that scared the shit out of me.
I sighed heavily before stepping down off of the stool and began to walk away.
"Fine, but you sure as hell better tell me!" I snapped, before looking slightly over my shoulder as Jacob chuckled, making his muscles flex and relax sexily.
"And put a damn shirt on!" I yelled before walking out of the garage and driving away.
A/N: I really hope you like this new story and I hope you review and tell me your thoughts. I just want to know how your feeling about it and if I should continue! Thank you so much, and until next time!
