Chapter 2: Hanging Out With Jacob
The thick curtains that covered both windows of Blair's full-size room blocked the sunlight of the morning twilight. She slept peacefully in her old bed that was in her new room.
Suddenly a pair of sturdy arms was jolting Blair. Her eyes at once popped open to see that it was her father that was being somewhat violent, so she considered since she was asleep.
"Come on, B. You need to wake up." George said as he jerked her once more.
"ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! I'm up!" Blair yelled at the same time as George let go of her. "Why were you being so rough?"
"I wasn't…at least I didn't mean to. You wouldn't wake up the first couple of times that I shook you. Anyway, you need to get ready, we'll be leaving in about an hour or so." George held as he left her room.
"Great I cant even sleep in on my first day in a new town." Blair grumbled.
She trudged to one of the boxes that with held her clothes. She soon found it and dumped the box on to her bed, scanning over its contents. Blair pulled on a gray long sleeved shirt, some blue jeans and black beat up converse. She grabbed her make up kit and rushed to the bathroom to brush her teeth and hair. She turned her flattening iron on, waiting only a few minutes for it to heat up to the correct temperature. Blair took a hold of a section of her side bangs, running the flattening iron over the wavy piece of hair making it gradually straight. She let go of the hair, grabbing the other section of hair, doing the same thing. She ran her brush over her bangs, setting them into place. She pulled the rest of her hair into a messy bun.
On her way out of her room she grabbed her lightweight jacket, tying it around her waist on her way down to breakfast. When Blair arrived to the kitchen she saw grocery bags placed everywhere around the kitchen, limiting space on where to step.
"Dad." Blair called as she searched through one of the plastic grocery bags, finding herself a banana to nibble on.
"What is it?" George posed from the garage.
"You went shopping?" Blair supposed as she pealed the banana while making her way to the garage.
"Yeah, I thought that we could have a real meal tonight." George beamed while he closed the door to the bed of the truck.
"Where are we going?" Blair questioned whilst taking a bite of the ripe banana.
"To the La Push reservation to get something from the Blacks." George answered.
"I'm ready if you want to go." Blair said as she finished the last bit of her banana and threw the peal into a metal trashcan that was located next to the doorway.
"Sure, we can just put the groceries away later." George hopped into the driver's side as Blair sat in the passenger's seat.
George drove the old Ford truck out of the garage, pressing a button making the door close to the garage. He pulled out of the driveway and headed out on the bare road.
They soon arrived at the reservation, George pulled into the muddy driveway stopping next to the Blacks family home. An aging Quileute man rolled out onto the wooded porch, waiting for his guests.
"Hey, Billy." George waved as he strolled up to the disabled man.
Blair skipped out of the truck, shutting the door behind her. She walked up to Billy while slipping her arms into her jacket, trying to keep fairly warm from the chilling breeze that gently passed through the property.
"Hello, George. Ah Blair, I finally get to meet you. George has told me so much about you and hasn't shut up about the both of you moving to Forks." Billy laughed while George rolled his eyes with embarrassment. Blair just smiled at Billy, giggling at her father's expression.
"B, why don't you go hang with Jake for awhile so I can talk to Billy?" George suggested.
"Sure, where is he?" she shrugged.
"He's in the dinky shed next to the house." Billy explained.
"Thanks." Blair said as she stepped off of the porch and rounded the corner, instantaneously noticing the shed.
Blair opened the man door and stepped into the heated space. Once she was fully in, her eyes examined over the scattered tools that were everywhere and a vehicle that sat in the middle of the room. She walked closer to the car, checking it out.
"It's a rabbit that I've been working on." Blair snapped her head around to see Jacob behind her, shirtless.
Her azure orbs could not help but study his perfectly shaped chest that was in front of her face. A light blanket of sweat covered his masculine torso, making him all the more desirable.
"Well…it looks like you put a large amount of time into the vehicle." Blair choked as she pulled her eyes from his chest, feeling her cheeks suddenly burn crimson.
"I have." He simplified in a deep seductive voice that intrigued Blair.
"Well, your work shows." Blair responded, regaining her composure as she turned from Jacob, observing the vehicle further.
Jacob smiled at how easily she blushed just by the measly sight of him. This fact alone excited him. He took a couple deep breaths, trying to control the animal that he was.
Suddenly his mind was clouded over by her scent that was of lavenders, a scent that sent him at ease.
Thoughts of his conversation with his father from last night flooded back. He had confessed what had happened when he first saw Blair; the feeling that shot through him was indescribable to him until Billy told Jacob about the process of imprinting. Jacob had imprinted on Blair, a girl he had only seen twice and shared a few words with. That alone baffled his mentality.
"So, why did you move here?" Jacob raised, breaking from his own thoughts. He glided over to the rabbit and continued his unfinished work on the engine.
"My father decided that it was time for a change." Blair answered as she gazed out the window while sitting on a plastic box.
Jacob peeked up at her, seeing her face in deep thought. A flash of sadness was evident in her voice, and he was curious to find out why.
"But why pick an uninteresting town like Forks?" Jacob probed.
"Because of the small population and the weather especially. Ever tried living in a desert?" Blair inquired, turning to face Jacob.
"No, I've lived here all my life." He smiled.
"Lucky." Blair teased.
"Are you going to miss your old home?" Jacob asked.
"To be honest, no. I never really liked the summers in Las Vegas anyway. The dry air and the sizzling heat is just not my thing. I prefer cold winters and rain year round."
Jacob was somewhat saddened by her reply. The way she described her dislike of the summer heat reminded him of his own body temperature. Especially when she mentioned the cold, immediately he thought of certain bloodsuckers that lived within Forks.
"Jacob?" Blair put with concern as his face darkened for a few seconds.
"Huh? What?" Jacob asked, dumbfound.
"You just spaced there for a moment."
"Oh, sorry. What were you saying?" he questioned.
"I already finished." Blair said.
"B, TIME TO GO!" George yelled from the outside.
"Well, I'll see you later." Blair smiled at Jacob as she walked out of the shed. Once again happiness overtook him. Jacob quickly grabbed his short-sleeved shirt and slipped it over his head, rushing after Blair.
"OH! MY GOD!" Blair screamed.
