The day continued to drone on, my thoughts drifting from one pointless topic to the next; the picture, what I would draw next, how to sneak out of my house without being caught, and lastly, Jacob.

Yup, I said it. Jacob Black is just a pointless thought that drifts into my mind one minute to the next. Except there was time when he was the only thought in my mind.

The end bell screeched out just like the rest, except this time all of the other mindless delinquents ran out of the class like it was on fire. I slowly stood, slung my bag over my shoulder, and made my way to my locker.

I quickly opened it, not even bothering with the lock. Everyone knew it was my locker, and they would never dare steal anything from me. Anyway, since I took my bag everywhere with me, all of my important stuff was with me at all times; well, except for my books.

My locker was piled high with at least twenty books. Now, I'm not a thief; they are all mine. I bought them with my money from my numerous odd jobs from the old book store down in town. I kept all of them in my locker, well all of the really good ones, because of Bella.

Dumb Bella. She always barges into my room and reads my books, then she continues to criticize my choice of books. She says I should be reading about more realistic stuff. So what, I like to read science fiction. I'm not talking about all of those terribly writing novels about aliens taking over the world or anything. I read books about the future. Hey, since my present is so terrible, why not look towards the future? And I saw her reading about vampires and werewolves. Since when is that realistic? Did I miss a huge memo or something?

Without reading the titles, I grabbed the two books off the top of the stack; I've read them all at least three times. After tucking them carefully into my bag, and slamming my locker door with a satisfying crash, I turned. Now, I could go right, and meet up with Jacob outside of the gym door. Or I could go left, and get on the bus and pretend I've never met him.

I made a left.

As I walked down the hallway, my mind began to wander. Why had I turned left? Because fate controls you. What does that mean? If fate wanted you to be with Jacob, he would be by the buses. But he told me he wouldn't be there! Well then you aren't meant to be together. (Yeah, that is how I think)

After my long internal therapy session, I realized I was behind my bus. Guess my feet took me there. Perfect. As I watched the four other kids get on the bus (hey, everyone else can drive. I would if I had a car…) I realized something.

I'm done with fate. If fate was so great, then why was my life so bad? I turned towards the gym.

Once I turned the curve, I saw him. He was leaning against an old, beat up, rust colored pick up truck. Don't get me wrong, it was still a nice car, but old. And let me tell you, he looked just as hot as he did before.

He smiled as I walked over, and I quickly slid into the passenger seat, trying to hide as much as I could. Ok fate used to control me, now my brain controlled me. How come I still didn't like my decisions? I mean, why was I here?

As he moved behind the wheel, and started to drive down the road away from the educational prison, I felt his eyes on me. "To be honest, I didn't think you would show up."

I felt my face heat up with the dumb Swan trait…blushing ALL THE TIME. I think I managed to form a wall of hair before he saw it though. "To be honest, I didn't think I would either." Hey, if the truth got me this far, a little more couldn't hurt, right? Okay, wrong, I mean look at my life now, but still…

"Wait…what?" I could feel his eyes planted on me, but I didn't look.

"Bella is always the one to be asked to go places with boys…or just people. She is the one with the friends." I kept the wall of hair, but looked straight ahead. Then I didn't look weak.

"So…you don't have any friends?" He sounded shocked. Must be because twins are "supposed to be alike". I'm glad I'm not like pouty Bella. Always so annoying. Always so proper.

I was mad. Of course I was. I didn't mean to blurt this all out to him, but I guess it just happened. But I was not about to get soft and all whinny like dumb Bella. In a swift movement, I pushed my hair behind my ear and turned to glare at him. "Guess not, or else I would be hanging with them and not with you, you lonely loser!"

With a huff of anger, I crossed my arms across my chest and glared out the front of the car. Chances are I probably got him so mad, he was about to kick me out of the car. Guess fate had a way of keeping me from being what I wanted, and ruining what I had. Big shocker there.

I was so sure that he was going to pull over, I was shocked when he started to laugh. "Well I see why, with that sharp tongue." I looked over at him, mouth hanging open slightly. Then he looked at me, a smile creeping across his dark skin. "But I'll just have to fix that."

Wow…he did not just do that. He must be messed up in the head. That has to be it. He must have some sort of brain injury. Rolling my eyes, I threw my feet over the dash, leaned back into the seat, and looked out the side window. Hey, if he isn't going to make me get out, might as well push my limits, right?

I watched the trees pass by in a blur until I noticed a green sign pass. "La Push?" I muttered under my breath. There was no way that I was actually being driven to La Push, the place I've wanted to be for years, just by driving with Jacob.

"Yeah, is there a problem with that?" I could feel his eyes on me, and it made me uneasy, but I didn't move. That would be a sign of weakness, and I couldn't do that.

"No, I've just never been here before, that's all." I tried to play it off, but this could actually end up being pretty cool… just maybe though.

He drove a few more minutes then turned to the left, and drove up to a small house with a ramp out side to the front door. Odd, but I'm in no place to judge anyone's life, so I just let it go.

Turning to me, he smiles. "Alright, welcome to my lovely home." He made kind of a dorky gesture. "Come on in, my dad wants to meet you." He got out of the car, and started to walk to my door.

Oh hell no. I knew that I wasn't going to let him open the door for me. What was up with this kid anyway? Like really… Before he could get to the door, I quickly opened it and slid out, into a puddle of mud I might add. Glaring down at my converses, I let out a long breath. They were completely coated in mud, and there were splatters on my favorite black skinny jeans.

And Jacob was laughing.

"I tried to help you down so you wouldn't get in the mud." He laughed and helped me out of the puddle, but then I let go and crossed my arms.

"So do you want to go meet my dad?" He smiled and chuckled softly and shook his head, rippling his black hair down his shoulders. Wow, he was hot…

Snap out of it Rose! Come on, stay focused! I gulped and nodded, keeping my mind in a slight frown and nodded. "Whatever."

He rolled his eyes slightly and started to walk towards his house. He turned and looked back at me. "Come on."

I followed cautiously, and made sure to keep my wall up. Better safe than sorry right? Better lonely then hurt.