SM OWNS.
La Push is a small reservation fifteen minutes from Forks, its population literally took my breath away; three- hundred seventy two people call La Push home.
I have more people following me twitter.
There aren't many houses to begin with but the ones that are present are worn out and look ready to tip over. As I turn onto the street I am looking for I see that a construction site is right in the corner. I blink a couple times; I slow down to see the commotion currently going on front of the site. There is an elderly woman shaking her fist at a man with a hard hat. Whatever the argument is about, you can tell the man is scared of the little woman. His face morphs into shock when she starts poking him with her umbrella; I shake my head and accelerate. Shit just got real for him.
I keep looking for the building that Daniel described as "blue, white, and sturdy." I roll my eyes. That man sucks at giving directions. If my iPhone wasn't acting stupid right now I would have asked Siri to get me the fuck out of here. She probably would have corrected my language, but you get my point.
Finally, I see the place I am looking for, on the corner of River and Aiden Street, Black's Auto Shop. As I pull into the lot I see that there are three garage doors, all of them are open at the moment. There is one of those machines that pumps air, and the thingy that lifts your car up in the air in each space.
I know absolutely nothing about cars. Nada, zero, zip. Tell me to pose on top of them, sure I'm a pro, but I don't speak car and driver.
On the side of the building there is an office. I decide that is the right place to start. The moment I step out the loud bass of hip hop music assaults my ears. I recognize the song; it's on the radio all the time. I look around to see who is listening to it. Suddenly a man comes out of one of the connecting garages. He's tall and beefier than Duke. He has a buzz cut and a black t-shirt that clings to his chest. His jeans are low on his hips. My eyes widen when he starts moving his arms, bending his knees, and thrusting his hips. I think he is dancing.
Go stupid. Go stupid. Go stupid.
I bite my bottom lip to keep my self from laughing. The lyrics are perfect for this situation. It's like its cheering him on. When its gets too much, I make a noise, something between a sneeze and a scoff. I cover my mouth to quiet myself but it's too late. The boy must have super hearing because his head snaps to my direction, meeting my eyes. I am blushing, embarrassed at being caught. Not him, he keeps dancing as he moves in my direction. As he nears me I become more intimated. He is way taller than Duke.
"Hey hot stuff, like my sweet moves?"
I raise an eyebrow. I'm torn between laughing at his "sweet moves" or kicking him the balls for calling me hot stuff. The way he is looking at my chest makes me lean towards the latter.
"I'm looking for Jacob Black." I say quickly before I do anything rash.
"Jake? Why are you looking for him?" his posture changes he is no longer joking.
"Well, he's my boss. Or will be starting tomorrow." I see his shoulders slump before he plasters that grin back on his face.
"Ah, you're Daniel's girl." he crosses his arms his eyes move down to my hips. Daniel's girl. He thinks I am Daniel's girl. I am too happy to even care at the fact that he is looking at me like a creeper.
"Yea, he sent me here to introduce myself to my boss."
"Hmm, so what's your name sweet cheeks?" he smirks and I raise an eyebrow. I am seriously considering kicking the big fucker.
"Helen Rivera."
"Damn pretty name for a pretty girl. I'm Embry. I am one of the mechanics." I nod and he winks at me "I'm pretty good with cars 'cause I am good with my hands." He wiggles his fingers at me.
Ugh. The guy is cute and everything, but come on, who the fuck says that to a girl they just met?
Thank God for miracles, a sudden roar from an engine saves me. Actually, it saves Embry from having bruised balls. A slick black car pulls into the lot. The car's windows are tinted so I can't see the person inside, but Embry seems to know who it is.
"Shit, he is not in a good mood." Embry states looking at the car park before he looks at me "good luck, beautiful." He walks away, he just leaves me here. I stare at him while he walks toward the nice ride. What the fuck? Who is "he" and why is "he" mad?
The man that steps out of the vehicle makes my jaw drop he is about three inches taller than Embry. His chest and shoulders show how ripped he is. He is wearing the sexiest outfit I have ever seen on a man. A leather jacket covering a Guns and Roses t-shirt, and dark blue jeans, paired with black Doc Martins. His hair is tied at the nape of his neck. I am melting. I watch as Embry approaches the delicious looking man.
The guy shakes his head at whatever Embry said. I can only see the side of his face at this point. I can tell he has high cheek bones, intense dark eyes, and a perfect straight nose. I bite my lip at the bubbling emotion in my stomach. I just want him to turn around to see me head on.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity he looks at me. Our eyes widen at the same time. His eyes are dancing with emotion. My mouth goes dry. I feel like I have been punched in the heart restarting it as if all this time it's been sleep. I feel like the Grinch. I feel all warm all over. It's like nothing I have ever felt before. I take in his face. He is perfect. All most too perfect, it makes me frown.
I realize that he is still looking at me; his eyes are roaming my face. I can feel them as if it were his bare fingers; it feels as he is leaving a tingly burning feeling across my skin, leaving me in goose bumps. I am not sure when he started moving towards me; all I want to do is keep looking into those deep eyes. I swear I can see myself in his eyes. I can see us. I'm hypnotized, my body is humming more intensely as he nears.
I am seriously freaked out. It's scary but it feels…good?
Right. It feels right.
"Jacob, this is Helen Rivera. Daniel's girl."
Wait, Daniel's girl? Daniel who?