AN: You should probably know that this is not Fax. I love Fax just as much as anyone else on the planet but the book Fang just broke my heart so much I'm boycotting every boy in that book. Max, stay strong! P.S. This will be partly in Jacob's POV so stay strong for those who only like female leads. I promise I'll keep Max on the hook. P.P.S. This is after BD but Jacob didn't imprint on Renesmee, but still loves her, and they're all back in high school after a while of waiting.
Chapter Two: Jacob's POV
I was just getting into class when the tornado acted up. Well, this was nice. I swear, sometimes I think I'm jinxed. I sighed and got into the hall where everyone was supposed to go. I bumped into Bella on my way to the hall. "Oh, hi, Jacob," She said. She tried to sound casual but she was biting her nail (I highly doubt that's normal for a vampire) and kept glancing back to Mr. Hagen's class. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Oh, Max is still in class, helping Mr. Hagen board up the room. Max seems like Max's alright with it but I'm not so sure and I really don't want Max in that type of danger." Bella rambled. I wouldn't have been able to understand if I wasn't a werewolf and used to fast talking. "Do you want me to go help them out?" I asked her, my hands still on her shoulders. She nodded, still biting her thumb nail but now looking hopeful. "Okay then; just stop biting your nails," I said. "You look like a child," I snickered. Bella glared but took her thumb out of her mouth and went to follow the rest of the students in their routine. I nodded encouragingly and rushed into the room she had just exited. Sure enough the wind was blowing through the now-broken windows and the teacher was struggling. I began to worry about this Max guy. "Max, board up that last window quickly!" Mr. Hagen suddenly cried out. I followed his gaze to a skinny blond girl at the center of the row of windows. Max was a…girl?! "You're Max?!" I cried out over the rushing wind. The girl heard me and nodded ecstatically and rushed to the end of the row of windows to board up the last window. It was roaring so ferociously outside now that the wind was pressing against the already boarded windows. There were three windows left so I grabbed the wood from the area under the window beside Max and began to slam the nails into the wood. I saw Max smirk out of the corner of my eye. "Bella sent me in to help you out," I said. "She always does worry," Max said and nodded as she struggled to reach the very top of the window. She was maybe 5". Max finally nailed down the final board on the window and smirked smugly at me. Our eyes met and we both froze, despite the roaring wind.
Max's pale features were perfect on her face, giving her a youthful air of herself. She had blond hair down to her waist that blew ferociously around her in the wind. She was amazingly skinny and then there were her eyes. Her eyes were a chocolate brown almost exactly like Bella's when she was human. But Max's eyes gave off an immediate spark; her eyes showed excitement and leadership. She was amazingly independent, I could tell by the look of her eyes. She had the most wonderful smile, even when it was shifted into a smirk like now. She was too sexy for her own good. And I knew what happened when I met her eyes….I had imprinted.
Max's POV!!
The wind roared around me and the boy. "I'm Max," I cried out over the wind and held out my hand. The boy stuck his hammer in his mouth, grinned at me and shook my hand. Then he took out the hammer and went back to work. "I'm Jacob," He said. I smiled in a knowing way, I guess. Well I guess it looked knowing. But what did I know…? Oh, yeah! This storm wasn't natural! Speaking of which… I went back to boarding up the windows, taking the window beside Jacob and beginning to board it up. As if the storm knew that its chance to blow in was coming to a close, it let loose a wild rage of wind. I ground my teeth together in fear that it might split right off with the force of the wind but I kept on boarding up the window. Jacob took a giant step away from his window that he had finished and blocked me from the wind. "I'll take this one," Jacob cried out louder, his voice now requiring the volume over the wind. I looked up at him, preparing to be stubborn with my hands already planted on my hips when the wind let loose yet another outburst of wind. This time the wind blew off the boards on the windows. Jacob immediately shielded me with his body, as if acting on instinct and protecting me from the wind. I took the shield and curled into his chest. Hey, he was a good boy; it's not like I objected to it. He had yet to prove himself an enemy. Wait; did I really just say that?! Forget it. Jacob's body was warm over mine, burning so ferociously and yet comforting me. It was nice to have someone so warm in this wind. Okay, add that to the forgetful list. I clutched my hands onto the front of Jacob's T-shirt as the wind blew in.
Wood chips sprayed us both, adding cuts and bruises to our arms in patterns of the wind. The wind either calmed down or there was just no more wood to spray around because it eventually stalled. Stuff was still whirling around the school so I was guessing the whole wood part. But Jacob got most of the cuts and bruises thanks to his faithful act. "Thanks," I said as I let go of his T-shirt reluctantly. For some reason I just wanted to stay in his arms. "C'mon, kids, it's too dangerous in here!" Mr. Hagen called from the doorway. He was more cut and bruised than both Jacob and me. I grabbed Jacob by the arm and pulled him along out of the room. Everyone was rushing to the school basement. We'd be safe in the basement, I hoped. I had always heard that you go to the basement when there's a tornado. As if it was following us, the wind blew off each door behind us, trying to pin us against the wall. But I just pulled on Jacob's arm more so that he went into the basement first. "Go," I cried out as I stomped back up the steps. Jacob froze as students flooded in around him, trying to squeeze into the basement. He went down reluctantly, seeing how much his body was blocking the safety of the students. I smirked in an "oh, great" sarcastic way as I rushed out away. I didn't really trust the teachers to get every student into the basement on their own. I tried my best to keep on searching the classrooms, grabbing every caught teenager that I found. When I was done with the school, I had six students on my hands. Each of them looked too scared. "Everyone, keep a handle on the person next to you," I cried out over the wind as I grabbed the nearest girl's hand and led her to the nearest entrance to the basement. I let them go in first before I finally ran into the stairwell directly before a vending machine nearly pancake-squashed me. Now the doorway to that hall was blocked. The doorways all led to the main lobby of the basement so we'd be able to get out with every other student. It was a damn large basement about the size of the school itself and with small windows at the very top, very much out of everyone's reach. I wasn't worried right then though. No, not very worried at all.
Not then, at least.