Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Stephanie Meyer created the characters, gave them names and faces. But I gave them new personalities, and a fucking-a awesome storyline.
Author's Notes: Hey guys, I'm had a bit of trouble really envisioning how I wanted to explain how Jacob and Bella new each other, and why they aren't really familiar with each other now. Most of this chapter is Bella recalling moments from her childhood involved with Jacob and Emmett, so don't be confused. I know that a lot of the fanfictions I have read usually always start out by Jacob and Bella already knowing each other, and of course in this story, from the first chapter you can obviously tell that they know of each other, but not really knowing each other. Bella knows nothing about Jacob besides his very much talked about reputation, and the boy she used to know. Hopefully this chapter helps shed a little light on their back story, what little they actually do have.
As I continued up the stairs, hand in hand with Ali, my head spun a bit thinking about the way Jacob smelled. He smelled so simply, good. There was no hint of two hundred dollar Ralph Lauren cologne, and I liked it. It was all motor oil, sex wax, soap, and life. Jacob smelled like life, he smelled like fun, and I want that smell all over me.
I shuddered briefly thinking about Jacob passing his smell from his tan skin to my pale body. Damn, I'm fucked. Jacob had already invaded my head, it was only a matter of time before he invaded my body as well.
My mind flashed to damp sand and rocky shores and a tall native american boy with a body that had the likeness of the bean pole, pushing me down into the sand. I remember gripping the grains of sand in my fingers and reaching up to wipe the tears off my cheeks only to start crying harder at the rough sensation of the gritty sand scrubbing across my delicate skin. I looked up through watery eyes and saw the bean pole boy peering down at me through slanted eyes, smiling a toothy grin. That smile.
I shook my head freeing myself from that memory. That was the first day I laid my baby blues on Jacob Black. During our childhood summers, Emmett and I often ventured out to La Push, taking city buses back and forth or once we braved riding our bikes the fifteen miles to the La Push borders. Stupidest fucking idea ever.
La Push appealed to us in a way only known to children. The intriguing stories the tribal elders told at bon fires at night captivated and engaged us allowing for us to be a little paranoid, glancing back and forth to the uncharted forested areas, usually screaming bloody murder when we thought we'd spotted big yellow eyes leering back at us through the greenery. The fields of tall grass that seemed to stretch out forever and the rocky beaches became our home away from home during those warm summer months.
Forks and La Push are two completely different worlds. When you pass the sign that reads, "You are now leaving Forks, Washington" and see the sign that says "Welcome to La Push, Washington home to the Quileute tribe" you can tell the difference immediately. La Push is full of old people who had, stuck in their old fashioned ways, keep the reservation in its native american glory. They still have open rituals to honor their ancestors and everything. La Push has originality and you will never find another place like it.
Forks on the other hand was slowly becoming a dull, colorless town despite all the fancy new shit they had popping up all over town. Like the movie theatre that was built the year we turned eleven, I remember thinking how dumb it was that the sparkling plexiglass displays that featured movies for our age group were always right where our wanting eyes could see them, but the tickets were so outrageously over priced none of us could ever afford to go.
Of course Emmett and I could pay to get in, but we never did. Being one of seven wealthy families in the district had it's downfalls, like all the fake ass twerps that tried to sucker up to us because we were the Swans. Let me tell you that shit got old, real fast.
After more than our fare share of fake friendships we made the mutual decision to stop letting people from the outside into our inner circle. Our inner circle being Emmett and myself and thats it.
Trust was a big issue for us for a while, I mean you understand how detrimental it could be to a kids self esteem to find out that your friends are just your friends so they can get nice birthday gifts and get free passes to the huge in ground pool in your backyard. We were each others friends, growing closer through the times when we felt we couldn't trust anyone outside of our own family.
Then we met Jacob.
Jacob Black was hot shit back in the day, much like the fine piece of ass he has turned into today. He was a fucking thorn in everyone's side though, always getting into shit, and asking those questions that should just be kept to themselves.
Like I said, Emmett and I pretty much kept to ourselves but we still hung around with the other kids, keeping everyone at arms length. That's probably why Jacob doesn't remember me. We talked to each other in passing, shared a few jokes, but we were never really familiar with each other. When we did get around to introducing ourselves i'm sure I introduced myself as Isabella. Emmett wasn't interested in getting close to him, and neither was I. Or so I thought.
That summer before sixth grade was big for me. It was the first time I can recall feeling , the at that time foreign emotion, jealousy. I remember thinking how annoying Jacob was sometimes, I mean the kid never shut up. I always thought, "Why won't he do what he says he is gonna do, or just shut the fuck up about it already?"
Then one day he was really going at it, talking a hole in my head the size of Texas when all of a sudden he grew quiet. I looked up to see if he had fainted, or been some how silenced by some great spirit. No, he was peering over my head with a look of awe. I craned my neck from my seated position on the warm sand to see a pretty girl with long black hair. If I try really hard I can almost remember the color of her bathing suit, black I think. She was so pretty, Leah, yeah, Leah fucking Clearwater. Jacob's first fixation of that summer.
She walked towards us all bronze and leggy. I looked down at my own legs, seeing lanky, pale limbs and knobby knees. Huffing in annoyance at my pre-pubescent ,undeveloped body, I stood up quickly, wobbling for a moment before I regained my balance. I called for Emmett, scanning the surrounding area before I settled on his tall skinny frame.
"Ali, lets jet." I stated calmly waiting for him to confirm that he had heard me. With a sigh he quickly looked back toward the surf his eyes settling on something, sighing again, heavily this time. He looked from the water to the sand then turned abruptly to follow me up the beach and to the bus station. My exchange with Emmett had gotten Jacob's attention, tearing his gaze from Black Beauty, he flashed his dark eyes to meet mine.
"Really? Yal leaving already?" He sighed. Yeah, like he really wants us around cockblocking him- a term he swore he came up with himself. "It's only like," He paused looking up to the sun in the sky as if it were talking to him. Such a freak, I thought. "twelve something, I thought you were gonna stay for the bon fire tonight?" Jacob proposed looking to Emmett. Emmett turned to me peering at me as if to say "Yeah, I thought we were too." I closed my eyes, rolling them behind my lids in annoyance.
"Yeah, well uh, I'm not feeling so great , so i'd uh think it be better if we went home. Maybe later Emmett can come back." I offered hoping to shift the attention from me. It worked and soon Emmett and Jacob were doing that weird, boy dap thing.
Waiting patiently, I began walking as soon as Emmett took his first step away from Jacob. As we started up the beach my eyes stung with regret as I realized I was doing what Jacob probably wanted, leaving him alone with Black Beauty. As we reached the gravel parking lot I heard Jacob call from the spot by the big driftwood tree.
"Bye Isabella." His voiced reached my ears, I stiffened and my step faltered but I never turned around, not acknowledging him or his farewell.
In my mind, I had been betrayed by Jacob, convincing my self that he didn't want to hangout with me anymore, that he preferred spending his time with Black Beauty, whose name I later learned through Emmett.
"She's pretty dope, Baby." Emmett told me one day. I remember restraining the urge to scream at him. "I don't know what happened to make you hate on her so much, but you need to check it because I think Black might be trying to go with the chick." That pushed me over the very steep edge I was on and I whirled around to Emmett, my face hot with anger and embarrassment.
"I have the hots for the asshole, okay? Jesus, fuck Ali." I sigh, exasperated. Angry tears streaked down my face, and I swiped at them roughly, before stalking from the room. I heard Emmett's simple response as I climbed the stairs to my room.
"Damn."
Someone shoving into my shoulder pulled me out of my thoughts. I blinked a couple of times, coming back into the present in time to feel Emmett leading me into the Assembly Hall. There were hoards of students already sitting in the black chairs, and many more standing in groups talking. One group stood out.
I first notice this blonde bitch, who is for lack of a better fucking word, beautiful. The full fucking package. Long blonde hair, curled into loose ringlets flowing over her shoulders and down her back. She has slanted eyes framed by dark lashes. Her nose is perfect, tipping up slightly at the end. Her lips are like mine, big and full, but. I stopped at her lips, thinking I might look like a fucking dike to an onlooker.
Sweeping my eyes to her left, she was flanked by a tall, well muscled blonde kid. I assumed they were related because they had the same shade of perfect blonde and shared similar facial features. He is just as beautiful as her, but the small crook in his nose, the slight squareness of his jaw, and the gleam of his spider bites nestled into the corner on his bottom lip make him not just beautiful, but fucking smokin'. He has this look on his face that so eloquently says, "I don't give a shit, you mother fucker." Now he was looking around the room, sweeping over all the kids as if looking for someone, they swept pass me and doubled back catching my gaze. I suppressed the urge to blush because that would give me away. SOPAB smirked at me, a flirtatious glint in his eyes. Dammit, dammit, fucking shit. This boy is fucking hot. Like nails down the back hot. He cut his eyes briefly to Emmett and then down to our intwined fingers. Looking up at Emmett, I almost laughed out loud at the expression on his face as he took in Blonde Bitch.
"Ali, put your tongue back in your mouth, and tape your fucking dick down before it drills a hole in your jeans." I smiled, shifting my eyes back to SOPAB, but he was no longer facing me, but talking to HOT DAMN another sexy mother fucker. Damn, I'm in fucking trouble.
"Don't talk shit to me til' you wipe the fucking cream from between your legs," He stopped and looked down, glaring at me. "I saw you eye fucking at spud over there, and by the way you kept squeezing my hand, I'll take the inclination and assume there was motion in the ocean, if you know what i'm saying." He finished, winking down and flashing me a toothy grin.
I slipped my hand from his grasp, grumpily and trudged in front of him. "Let's sit down, I'm already feeling tired of this place." I walked passed the group of beautiful people and turned to an empty row, walking until I reached the middle and flounced down into a seat kicking my legs up onto the chair in front of me, boots on full display.
"I'm not even gonna' front, that blonde chick gave me a mean stiffie." Emmett admitted, subtly adjusting himself, well subtle to everyone but me. I rolled my eyes into my head in irritation.
"Please don't touch your shlong when i'm around okay? You know that shit grosses me the fuck out." I hissed between my teeth. Just as I was about to spit something else in his face, SOPAB plopped his fine ass in the chair directly in front of mine. My legs were long enough to be able to rest the heels of my boots on the top of the chair, but not long enough to let them hang over the side onto the front of the seat. This allowed pretty, pretty SOPAB to sit comfortably, until he turned around with that pretty, pretty smirk on his pretty, pretty face.
"Hey, I'm Jasper Whitlock, but my friends call me Whit." He said smoothly, giving me a pretty, pretty smile.
"That's cool, Whit, but" I paused, smiling up at him sweetly, repressing a laugh when his eyes glazed over a little. "I already have a nickname for you." SOPAB looked surprised, but stayed quiet waiting for me to elaborate. "SOPAB." I said it like a word, not an acronym, making it sound like sow-pab, the pab part rhyming with bad, not rob. Jasper's eyebrows knitted together in cute confusion. "Son Of a Pretty Ass Bitch." I gave him, his smile widening.
A small, purposeful cough made me look to see that Blonde Bitch had taken a seat next to SOPAB and was turned looking at Ali.
"That's actually kind of funny." She said still looking at Emmett, her voice is smooth like his Jasper's but it had a little rasp, like maybe she was hitting more than just the occasional Camel.
"Really? Cause I got one for you too." I laughed lightly continuing to say, "Blonde Bitch." BB surprised me by laughing loudly. Chick has got some substance, I thought to myself while watching the other beautiful boy from earlier saddle up to SOPAB's other side, looking at me expectantly. "And who might you be?" I asked sitting up a little, taking my feet off the chair and letting them fall with a soft thud to the ground.
"Whatever you want me to be kid." He said slowly, a lazy half smile appearing on his pretty, pretty face, making me think he was stoned.
"Kush it is then, can you dig it Green Eyes?" I asked him, holding my breath. God, he was pretty. Kush just smirked at me, then turned toward the front, sliding down in his chair.
BB spoke up. "So what's up with yal?" She hedged directing her words at Emmett.
"I'm Emmet and she's my sister, Bella." He answered her, deepening his voice. I turned my head away and rolled my eyes, what a fucking player.
"No nicknames?" Blonde Bitch inquired absentmindedly.
"Her's is Baby, and mine is-" He stopped when I interrupted him.
"And his is Ali." I finished letting my eyes slip close.
The air seemed to shift and I smelled it, that smell. His smell.
Fuck. Me.
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