Chapter Two- Jake:
Returning to La Push was weird. There is just too much of everything. I have my dad to deal with. I have the Pack to deal with. Am I going back to school?
Being on my own for over a year, leaving before I was even 16, I picked up some bad habits. They all began when I ran from everything. I just couldn't handle the responsibility of Alpha. I knew what Leah Clearwater and I had going on, whatever that was, was not healthy. I learned a lot about myself in that time, though. First of all, I'm good- scratch that- great, at running away. I'm also good at poker. And I have a weakness for a good, cold beer. I'm 17 now, and I have to figured my shit out.
It's Friday night now. Sometime in October, I don't really know. I told Billy I would be in on Saturday. I wanted a night to myself. The pack would know I'm back, but I don't think they are going to want to talk to me for a while, since I kind of went lone wolf for a while.
"Shit," I murmur under my breath, fumbling with the shed lock. I want to check on my bike, which is probably the saddest thing I left behind me. After assuring no one trashed my workshop, I slip into my family's house. Luckily for me, Billy sleeps like the dead, so I take some Budweisers and head to First Beach. Nothing compares to that damn rocky beach, with the moon above and the forest behind. The sun only just set, the stars making their appearance. I pop open my can and lay back with my head on a worn piece of driftwood. I'm trying not to think about all the shit I'm going to face tomorrow and the beer is helping me forget.
Six or seven beers later, I stumble up, scooping the crushed cans. I may be a drunken asshole, but I care about keeping my lands clean. I have a good stash of poker winnings left, and what better way to spend it than on some fries. Drunken Jacob loves fries. Drunken Jacob is also much worse at running or being graceful, but I get the job down and manage to make it to the 24 hour diner in Forks. The Diner (that is actually it's name, I think it is supposed to be ironic or something) is kind of a dump, and most people don't come here since they put the Applebee's across the street. Call me old-fashioned, but I don't know how shitty commercialized half-price appetizers and awkward trivia nights are more appealing to the masses than a good old diner.
I push the diner door open, eyes blurrily surveying the scene. Another perk of drinking as a wolf is that I don't have to hear and see so much more than everyone else. I still do have better senses and reflexes, but compared to my normal state I am pretty useless. So when a waitress appears in front of me, I am kinda confused.
"You can seat yourself," She says to me drolly, looking me up and down. I have no idea what kind of look she was giving me.
"Thanks," I drawl, trying to act more sober than I am. I may have dealt with shit way past my years but I am still 17 and not anywhere close to be able to drink legally. The waitress comes up to my table.
"What'll we be having tonight?"
"Uhhhhh, fries. Yeah, lots of fries."
"Alright, hun. How about a coffee too?" She raises an eyebrow. Apparently, I am not as good of an actor as I thought I was.
She brings out my fries and coffee and I start to dig in. I should have ordered pizza too. And a burger. God, I am such a fuckup maybe I should go to the pizza place next door how late are they open-
My stream of thought gets interrupted again. The bell above the door rings. Two girls walk in, one in a cheerleading uniform. My attention turns back to my fries, but suddenly my vision begins to spin even more than it already was. 'What the hell is happening? I do not feel good.' I slap a twenty on the table and walk towards the door. As I pass the girls sitting at the counter, I stumble and lean against one by accident. Shit. Need to get out of here, need to get out of here.
The one I stumbled into was the cheerleader. She turns with a furious look on her face, but it turns suddenly into confusion.
"Jacob Black? My dad told me you'd be in tomorrow? What are you doing here?" Her eyes are roaming over me. 'Oh god, what do I look like? I can't really place who she is. Something about her though...'
"Uhm, Isabel, do you know him? I think he is drunk," the second girl whispers to the one I am staring at. I can't stop staring…wait. I need to leave. This is not good. Something is making me get that nauseous feeling that can mean I am going to phase.
"I need to go now." I turn and head towards the door.
"Jess, that is the childhood friend I was telling you about. I should probably take him home or something. Lauren said she'd be here in a few minutes. Sorry!"
I've made it to the edge of the parking lot when I hear the door tinkle.
"Jacob! Jake! Wait!" She calls after me. Something about her voice makes me stop. I take a long, slow blink and she is in front of me. "It's Isabel Swan. Remember me? Do you want a ride home?"
I look down at her. Isabel was taller than me. This isn't her. Wait. That was in middle school. What did she ask me? I can't stand much longer. At the same time, I feel nauseous, like the I-Am-About-To-Burst-Into-A-Wolf nauseous. I don't know how, because being drunk makes me bad at wolf stuff. I start to wobble a little when she grabs me by the arms.
"Jake, let's go hun. I'll drive you to Billy's. Here, get in," she says, guiding me into a very familiar looking truck.
"I can't…I can't go to Billy's. Not yet. Not supposed to go.. in till tomorrow," I manage to slur. "Cliffs are fine." I can't go home. Not yet.
"Where am I supposed to take you then?"
