Previous chapter was a Preface, sorry i forgot to let you guys know that! and sorry about the little two chapters that are the same, this is the real chapter one!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twiligh

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Of course it's raining. It's Washington.

I ducked into the apartment building the day before school started, just having finished an exploration of the campus and driven back to La Push. I didn't realize how long of a drive it really was. I was glad i only had to drive there one every other week for lab. Everything else was done on the computer.

I was dripping wet when I entered the foyer, and I squeezed my hair out into the water bin they had there for days like these. Meaning every other day. I laughed to myself at the not funny joke and headed towards the elevator, pressing the five button once inside.

In the apartment we shared, Jasmine waited for me, sitting on her bed and organizing her wardrobe. That was the only thing in the world I could get her to organize. Her clothes, shoes, and jewelry.

"Hello," I said cheerfully. "How's it going?"

"Great," Jasmine said. "I finished organzing your closet in your room. Warm colors to cool colors, white at the beginning and black at the end."

"Impressive," I said. "And everything else is already organized in the entire apartment, correct?"

"I haven't touched a thing," she promised. "So, what's for dinner?"

"Taco Bell," I grinned, causing her to groan.

"It's my night to pick a resturant or cook," I said. "I'm too tired to cook, so we're going to Forks for Taco Bell."

"Please, can we do something else?"

Oh, curse me for being a push over!

"Fine," I sighed. "We'll go to Sue's," I said sadly.

"You're my best friend," she sang, standing up and getting her boots on.

"I know," I grumbled. "But let me change first. I'll see you downstairs."

I walked into my room and stripped off my wet clothes, reminding myself to take an umbrella on the way out. I changed into skinny jeans that I tucked into my black and silver rain boots, a white long sleeved shirt, and my favorite blue, zip up hoodie. I quickly ran a brush through my hair befor braiding it, realizing that it had grown to my waist. I needed a cut soon.

I grabbed my apartment key, wallet, and phone and locked the door behind me. I took the stairs because they tended to be faster, and I wasn't feeling to lazy.

Once in the car, Jasmine decided to go sixty miles an hour the second she pulled out of the apartment parking lot. I gritted my teeth as my head hit the back of the chair.

"Jaz," I said calmly. "You know the limits fourty, right?"

"So? No cops are ever around here," she said. "Anyways, if we don't get to the diner before eight, it'll be crazy packed."

I listened to her ramble on some more about things I couldn't remember. My mind wondered off to it's usual occupation-Jacob Black.

It had driven me crazy all summer. When my mind had a spare moment to wander, his face and his woodsy smell weasled it's way into my thoughts. I had met him once and all I could do was think about him, and how there was an aching feeling every time I did. I had a few dreams about him every now and then, and it was just weird.

"Are listening to me?" Jasmine's voice brought me to the present. We were in front of the diner.

"Yeah," I said. She glared at me. "Okay, so no. I was kind of somewhere else."

"Where was that?"

Jacob land. "A land where I was eating Taco Bell."

"Oh, ha-ha," she rolled her eyes. "You can settle for a cheeseburger instead."

"I might not survive;" I wanted.

"If you keep making me crazy I'll make sure of that," she warned right back. We glared at each other before laughing and walking into the diner. It was filled with people milling around it's old, retro fifties theme, with a record player in the corner of the room. I think it actually works. "Hey girls," one of the cooks, Stella called out from the back. We waved and called our hellos back before sitting our seats.

We were regulars here, especially during the school year.

"Hello, gorgeous," Jasmine said, looking over my shoulder. I turned and looked and just about gaped at what I saw.

Jacob Black.

Finally, after all summer of thinking about seeing him, I did see him. Thank God.

He was with two other guys, one was tall and a little thinner with muscles. I knew him to be Paul Walker. The guy next to him was a little shorter, but definately had bigger muscles. That was the guy who stole our best friend; Quil Ateara. Jacob was in between them, taller, more muscular, and way hotter than eitheb of the other two. He looked slightly down in his dirty pants and greasy shirt that made him look as if he'd been working on a car, due to the style and colors- red, black, and grey, with the name 'Black' sewed on it. They all looked like they just back from an auto shop.

That made him look even hotter. He was probably working on cars.

Jacob's eyes found me almost immediately and I blushed crimson red, turning and looking at my soda the waitress had set in front of me.

"You guys ready to order?" the waitress asked.

"We need a few minutes," Jasmine told her politely. She nodded and smiled before walking away. I could feel Jacob's eyes on me, and my heart rate skyrocket.

"I need to go to the bathroom," I said quickly. "I'll be right back." Jasmine gave me a look of confusion, but I just kept walking. I could still feel Jacob's eyes on me as I was in the bathroom, even though I was pretty sure he wouldn't be in there with me.

This is weird, I thought to myself. Why is he staring at me? Why is he looking at me like that?

I jumped when my cell rang, but reached in my back pocket to get it. When I looked at the caller ID, I realized it was my Grandma.

"Hey Grams," I said.

"Hello sweetheart," she said. "How are you?"

"I'm good," I said. "You doing okay?"

"I'm great," she chirped. "I was wondering if you and Jazzy wanted to come over tonight for some dessert."

"We'd love to," I said. "Right now we're at the diner, so I'll call you when we're leaving, okay?"

"Sounds good to me," she said. "Love you."

"Love you too, Grams," I said, but she had already hung up. I replaced my phone in it's my pocket and walked over to the sink, splashing water on my face. What on earth was I doing? Why was I being pulled to Jacob, mentally? Why fir my gut prod mr towards him?

Too bad, I thought, drying my face. More like too shy. I looked into the mirror and groaned. Why did I have to pick today to look lazy and comfortable? Jesus, I'm an idiot!

Why? It's not like you're trying to impress anyone.

Shut up, I told myself.

I walked out of the bathroom, playing with my hands as I went. The second I stepped out, I felt his eyes on me again. I looked where I felt the gaze and he smiled at me a bit. I smiled back before I knew what I was doing. Then I scurried over to my seat across from Jasmine.

She told me she ordered ne w cheeseburger, and was about to speak some more when I heard Jacob's name from the booth behind me. I shushed Jasmine and we both listened.

"I don't see how she'll resist him," an unfamiliar voice said. "The pull is to strong."

"What do you mean?" another voice asked.

"With Sam and me," the first voice said. "It was stronger than all the others, because Sam was the alpha, and it wasn't even in his blood. Jacob was born to be alpha. That'll be your relationship, times five to get me and Sam, then that times ten to get Jake and hers relationship."

"Wow," the second voice said. "That'll be intense. But how long will it take? I mean, what happened with you and Sam?"

"Sam kissed me after the first date," the first replied. "But I don't know. Anything could happen. All I know is, she won't be able to resist the pull, the need to have him with her, and he won't be able to mope around for much longer."

"I'm just glad she's back in town," the second voice sighed. "He's been so upset and moody without her here. But now he has to make a move, and he doesn't even know her."

Jasmine and I stopped listening then. "What was that?" Jasmine asked.

"I don't know," I said. "But I think it was about Jacob."

"Black?"

"What other Jacob would I mean," I said.

"I'm sure it's a different Jacob," she said. "But watch out. He's coming over here." Her voice got quiet. Of course, I didn't need her to tell me he was coming. For some odd reason, I could feel it.

"Hey," his deep voice said. I looked up and blushed, remembering how gorgeous he was.

"Hi," I said quietly.

"You know," he said. "You never told me your name."

"That was rude of her, wasn't it?" Jasmine piped up.

"Not rude," his eyes stayed on me. "Just hurtful."

His eyes flashed with slight pain, and suddenly I couldn't stand the thought of him being hurt. It pained me too much.

"I'm sorry," I said, still quietly. "I'm Leigh."

"Pretty name," he commented. "Short for anything?"

"Leighanne," I replied.

"Leighanne," he said, my name sounding beautiful coming out of his mouth. I wasn't sure for how long, but he stood there, leaning his hands on the table, looking me in the eyes, and I sat in the booth, looking up at him. We kept eye contact for a long time in silence.

"I have to use the bathroom," Jasmine said quietly. She stood up and walked away, but I barely noticed. I was too focused on Jacob's entrancing eyes.

Jacob took her empty seat.

"How old are you?"

I was a little taken aback, but I smiled shyly and answered, "I turn eighteen in a month. You?"

"Already eighteen," he said.

Silence.

And more silence.

The thing was, it wasn't really akward. I enjoyed just sitting there and looking at his eyes, or his face, or even his hands that he had easily laid out across the table. I felt relaxed, soothed, and safe. He looked at me with an intense gaze that made me want to reach out and touch his face, memorizing it by touch.

"Can I be honest and straightforward with you?" he asked, leaning across the table and smiling sexily.

"I like straightforward people," I leaned forward too, wondering where the sudden burst of confidence came from. "So go ahead."

"I like you," he said. "I know we know each others name and age, and that's all, but listen. Give me a chance to be your friend for a week, and then we'll go from there."

"I think that could work," I said. "But can I ask something?" he nodded. "Why me?"

"Because you're intriguing," he said. "You radiate compassion and kindness. I'm not entirely sure why, but I've been thinking about you all summer. There's something about you that's pulling me towards you, and I hope your feeling it too."

I didn't say anything. I was too embarrassed.

"So, is that cool?"

"It's cool," I said.

"Can I have your number?"

"Ever the more bold."

"Damn right."

I chuckled and pulled out my phone, giving it too him when he handed me my phone. I punched my number in and we gave each other our phones back at the same time. The waitress walked over then and smiled at the two of us.

"I have a coke and a water?"

"I'm the water," I said. She put it in front of me and walked away after placing the coke down.

When Jasmine came back and Jacob left, we continued eating. She knew I wasn't going to say anything, and went on and on about how the restrooms needed to be redecorated. I listened vaguely, thinking about Jacob. Straightforward and bold. To the point. Incredibly charming and sexy.

Undeniable connection.

When Jasmine and I left to go pay for our meal, the waitress told us not to pay. When I asked her why, she smiled.

"The gentleman you were with paid."