PART ONE

B POV

PART ONE

Jacob Black. The most annoying, self centered, egotistical, disrespectful, rude person in the Olympic Peninsula. And Alex chose him. Why she did is beyond me, but every Saturday night they came to our house for dinner, all the way from the tiny reservation of La Push, where Jacob lived and she had moved in.

"Wait, wait, WAIT!"

Eli was stumbling out of the house, nearly knocking into my mother with Henry pulling him along the way, desperately trying to slow him down. Renee handed him his lunch sack, Amanda smiling down at him lovingly.

I heard Eli grumble to himself as he let Henry guide him to Michael's car, "Sure, leave the blind kid behind just cuz he has to pee…" I muffled a laugh. I truly felt sorry for how his blindness effected him, but he took it so well. He was a strong little trooper, and I truly admired him for it.

Hopefully, we could. all be when Jacob came over tonight. We didn't want a replay of the first time we met him.

(FLASHBACK)

I leaned against the doorjamb of the kitchen staring at my mother as she fluttered around the kitchen animatedly. I mentally screamed at my siblings to get ready. She was twittering over the phone with Alexandra about her new boyfriend , Jacob Black, who, apparently, we would meet for the first time tonight at dinner.

Dinner, right.

Renee ended the conversation, clicking the end button victoriously, and turned to beam at me. "They'll be here in an hour! Isn't this great? Alexandra has a boyfriend and he's coming for dinner!" I pretended like this was the first time I had heard this.

"So what are we having?" I watched as her grin gradually fade. I let out a small laugh. "Don't worry, Mom, I already ordered the pizza." And with that I left the kitchen to call the kids in from inside to get ready for what would be a very… entertaining night.

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Something you need to know about Carly is that she is a very kind, understanding person.

Until something irritates her.

Then she gets evil and diabolical.

So when Jacob "accidentally" fell into the neighbor's pool, with Carly right there, laughing her head off with her partners in crime, I didn't take it as a coincidence.

And then you take the description I gave you of Jacob, put it together with Carly's when she doesn't like somebody, and you get an eventful meal.

To back up my theory were four things that made me extremely suspicious that night:

One, was the expression on her face the second Jacob sat down at the dinner table. I knew that face all too well. Something bad was going to happen, and judging by the way she looked at our sister's boyfriend, it would be aimed at Jacob.

Two, her absence when my mother came back into the living room from putting Jacob's clothes into the dryer to talk to him, who was in my father's bathrobe.

Three, that I was missing two twin boys and an accident prone nine year old at the table for dinner when Jacob was fully clothed. And nobody seemed to notice except for me.. Of course.

Four. Under the table, right next to me, was a walkie talkie taped to the table. I don't know about you, but when I see things like that under my dinner table, it sets off a signal that my devil sister is up to no good.

Every few seconds Carly's eyes would switch from Jacob to the walkie talkie, and her face would grow even more anticipative. Finally, and ever so slowly, she nonchalantly 'dropped' her fork.. I glared at her as she went to retrieve it. Carly snickered.

As she stooped under the table, she un-taped the walkie talkie and hissed into the speaker, "Release the hound!"

My eyes popped open. The hound Buster the bulldog.

Not. Good.

I dashed under the table and grabbed Carly's arm and yanked her up from under the table just in time, barely dodging the huge, full grown, male bull dog rampaging down through under the table, his main goal- Jacob.

"OH MY GOD! GET IT OFF! OH MY GOD!" I watched in slow motion as Jacob fell backwards in his chair, Buster with him, refusing to let go.

Suddenly, three boys and a girl popped up around my head, gwaffing like hyenas.

They were so in trouble.

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From the stairs, I watched as Christopher, Alan, Aaron, and Carly stood in a line in front of Charlie in the living room. In the other room, I could hear Renee telling Jacob to stop cursing. I pressed my lips to no avail to halt the stream of laughter from eluding.

My attention was pulled back to the room in front of me when Charlie spoke.

"You soaked his underwear in meat. That is so wrong. Funny, but wrong." I slapped my palm to my mouth.

"Who was the master mind, here?" he asked in a questioning, threatening voice, eyeing them all. From the corner of her eye, Charlie glanced at the twins.

They slowly stepped forward, staring down at their shoes. I rolled my eyes. Charlie arched an eyebrow as he watched Chris pick his nose and Alan sniff the newfound booger on his brother's finger.

"Try again," Charlie murmured. They stepped back obediently, grinning. My father walked from the start of the line, pausing at each head, staring every child down, before stopping finally at the very end. Carly.

Of course.

"You have a dark gift, Carly Swan."

(END FLASHBACK)

I shook my head, trying to erase the memory and backed out of the driveway, throwing Michael a dirty look for almost rear- ending me during the process.

"Jacob is such a doorknob!" Natalie deemed from the backseat once we were speeding down the road, crossing her arms in the mirror. I sighed. Jacob wasn't exactly my favorite person in the world, but it didn't mean I would openly offend him… on a daily basis. In my mind… well that was another matter.

"Be nice, Natalie," I reprimanded, not really meaning it.

"He irons his jeans," Carly said matter- of- factly.

I had no response to that.

"It's gettin' so as I can hardly go out in public any more. I mean, really, between the autograph hounds and the paparazzi…" I rolled my eyes and stabbed my Chinese food with my fork when Jacob continued to blab about his "newfound fame".

"Autographs and everything? I mean, just the one toothpaste commercial, and you have paparazzi?" Charlie asked intently, leaning across the table. Something even more incredible than Alexandra's affection for Jacob was that Charlie approved.

A complex look of confusion crossed Jacob's face. I could almost laugh. "Yeah. I've never actually seen them, but… you know… they hide in the bush and... they get their shot," he mumbled pathetically. Yeah, and I get shot everyday because I'm on America's top wanted list.

Aaron spat his milk across the table, snorting, coughing, and laughing at the same time as he spewed it in Michael's face. Everyone snickered at his face. Well… everyone but Michael.

"Yes, um. Alex, honey, why don't you tell us your great news," my mom asked while she fed Amanda, sounding embarrassed for Aaron.Alexandra looked around the whole table, her face lingering on mine for half a second longer than the others. She took Jacob's hand while he continued stuffing his face. "We're getting married!" She squealed excitedly.

Aaron spat milk again, but I was too busy gaping at my oldest sister to laugh.

Yes, I know, it's short, but for a reason. This is only PART ONE. Next chapter will be part two. Please review. :D