The mist chilled my skin through my thin jacket as I walked through the car lot to my truck. The space was empty and quiet, perfect for me to think over what had just happened.

I had a sex dream, in class… he felt the same way?

I couldn't stop the smile from gracing my face. I pulled the piece of paper out of my pocket and sat down in my truck.

Should I call him? I am 18, it's legal, there are only a few months 'til gradation…

They all rolled through my mind, until I decided.

"No, I'm not going to call him" I decided, aloud.

A sigh racked through my body, I cranked up my heater and pulled out of school.

*'-'*

Charlie was home when I arrived, babbling to Harry Clearwater about some fishing trip next weekend.

"Bella?"

Charlie's voice called out to me once I had one foot on the stairs. I turned to him, he had his hand wrapped around the phone receiver.

"You alright?"

"Yeah, dad"

With that I rushed to my room and plugged my ears with my ipod, the calming lyrics of Linkin Park's numb filtered through my mind:

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there

Become so tired, so much more aware

Of becoming this , all I want to do

Is be more like me and be less like you.

Silent tears poured down my face, I hated this, feeling like this, like I wasn't good enough. Renee had, had enough of me sending me to Charlie, though she denied it; Charlie rarely spoke to except for the occasional 'how's school' or 'have you thought of college', I had no friends to speak of, the only time I felt like I belonged, as clichéd as it sounds, was English with Mr. Cullen, I felt free when I could write, stories, poems, sonnets, prose, reality, period, modern, everything. I felt good, he made me feel good, encouraging me, caring for me.

I'd taken to dreams of him, caring for me in other ways, dates, hugs, kisses, words of affection, everything I've ever wanted but couldn't get.

As the last note rang in my ears, I wiped my face down and opened my school bag pulling out my geometry homework.

As I was getting stuck in to Pythagoras' theorem the doorbell rang. My eyes travelled to my clock it was 8:30 all ready, who was coming round at this time?

"Hi Charlie" A gruff voice no doubt the product of a fierce battle with puberty rang from the bottom of the stairs.

"Now, that isn't little Jacob" I heard Charlie's voice say.

"He's not so little now, eh? 6 foot 5, I don't know when he's going to stop growing" Another foreign voice spewed.

My interest had reached a painful pique. I stepped out of my room and poked my head down the stairs. I caught sight of a man with incredibly long black hair sitting in a wheel chair beside him was an incredibly tall man with hair just as long. His skin was a beautiful a dark colour, shiny and strong but it looked soft and … well welcoming. He had eyes the colour of fresh coffee deep and rich, a straight nose and pearly teeth not altogether straight but beautiful all the same, he was strangely familiar. A deep rumbling erupted from the arm chair and Charlie beckoned me down stairs.

"Hey Bella, do you remember Billy and his little son Jacob, well he isn't so little anymore but…"

I didn't hear what Charlie had to say I'd thrown myself into Jacob's arms, he smelt of earth, spice and man.

"Jake!" I whispered into his chest.

He just chuckled and rubbed my back. Jake was back, my childhood protector, here to rescue me again.