A/N: Hey guys! Special shout-out to Crying Rosex3 and LadyAmazon for reviewing (per my request). And per LadyAmazon's request, I combined two chapters so this one could be longer. So, as promised, here's the next chapter. Enjoy!

You got my head spinning

I don't know where to go from here

'Cause it's you and me. and all of the people

With nothing to do

With nothing to prove

And it's you and me

And all of the people

And I don't know why

I can't keep my eyes off of you

Something about you now

I can't quite figure out

Everything she does is beautiful

Everything she does is right

- You and Me, Lifehouse

Chapter 3

The first two classes went by infinitely slowly. Then third period came along. Algebra. Great, I thought. Why do we right-brained people even bother? I let out a groan.

I walked in and I stopped dead in my tracks. Jacob. He was here. This suddenly just became my new favorite class. As if reading my thoughts, he turned around and stared into my eyes. Although that would've been creepy, not gonna lie. The thoughts part, of course. After a few moments, I broke his gaze and took a seat on the far side of the room, the last desk in the row, and took a few calming breaths. Yup, definitely gonna fail math this year.

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Jacob's POV

I was talking to Embry when out of the corner of my eye, I saw her walk in. God she was gorgeous. She caught me staring and returned it. After a few seconds, she broke away and sat on the other side of the room. Like she wanted to get as far from me as humanly possible. Yeah I'm being pissy, but that's what happens when you're in lovvvvvvvvve. Dejected, I actually started listening to what Embry was saying. I quickly stole one last glance at then, the bell that started class rang and I took a seat close to the door.

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Cecily's POV

The bell rang, so I pulled out my all-recycled, eco-friendly notebook. Loving the earth and all that. Our teacher, Coach Claxton, started taking roll. He was a tall, thin man with gray hair, glasses and a crazy tie. Your typical nerdy, left-brained teacher. I smiled. When he got to my name, he paused, "It looks like we have a new student. Why don't you tell us your name, your grade, and where you came from?"

I took in a breath and began, "Well my name's Cecily Humphrey, I'm a junior, and I hail from Nashville, Tennessee."

"Well, well we have a new student that comes from Music City. Have you met any famous people?"

I smiled. I got asked that all the time. "Well, no. But does it count if an immediate relative has? My dad has."

He smiled, "I guess you know them by association then", and continued with taking roll. I breathed a sigh of relief, when I felt someone's eyes on me. I turned my head. Jacob was staring at me again.

As Coach Claxton droned on and on about the slope formula, I found myself doodling little hearts and the words Jacob Black in the margins of my notebook. Woah, I thought. Down, girl. I haven't even talked to the guy for Christ's sake. But I realized I really wanted to talk to him. I sighed and tuned back to Claxton's lecture. Soon enough, the bell rang, and class was over.

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Jacob's POV

After an incredibly long class, the bell rang and I shot out of my seat. I walked out and waited for her to get her stuff. As soon as I saw her leave, I raced to catch up with her. "So, you're really from Nashville?"

She whipped her head around to see who was talking to her. When she saw me, she grinned. "Yeah, I really am."

I stuck out my hand, "I'm Jacob, by the way."

She reached to shake my hand. I held it, tracing every line, trying to imprint it into my memory. Looking down, she pulled her hand away. "Cecily."

I put my arm back by my side. "Do people ask you all the time if you've met famous people?"

She smiled. "You have no idea. Although I didn't actually live in the city. I lived in the country. But I spent as much time in the city as I could. But, sadly, I've never seen any famous people."

I nodded, completely entranced. The truth was, she could've been talking about the anatomy of flatworms and I still would've been fascinated. I asked another question, "Why did you move halfway across the country then?"

And just like that, her smile vanished. Damn. "Well my mom got a big job in Port Angeles, so we moved here."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

And just like that her smile was back. "It's okay. It's a chance for me to make a new start. Plus, I'd like to give living in a small town a try."

By the time we finished, we were at her locker. She threw her Algebra stuff in and grabbed an A.P. book. History. And she's smart. "What class do you have next?"

"A.P. History, with Ms. Gipson." She held up her book.

"Ooh, I've heard she's tough. Smart, huh?"

She shrugged. "Not especially. I just love history, that's all." Humble too.

Another count against me.

I smiled, "Cool. I'll walk you there."

She looked at me. "You really don't have to do that."

I insisted. "But I want to."

"Okay, if you insist."

She shut her locker and we made our way to Gipson's classroom. We quickly reached it. She smiled at me, "Thank for walking me to class."

I returned it, "No problem."

With one last fleeting glance, she entered the room. I turned around and wandered to my next attempt to get a worthless education. It's not like I'd ever be leaving La Push now.

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Cecily's POV

Finally the bell sounded and Marie and I walked to my locker. I put my huge APUSH binder up and we walked, arm in arm, to the cafeteria. I got some chicken strips, a yogurt with granola, and a bottle of Fuze. We sat down at a table with some of her friends. The girl to my left was named Shelby. She had short, dirty-blond hair and was a dancer like me. She promised to get me an audition with the school's dance team. The second one's name was Kenzie. She, like Marie, was Quileute, except her hair was bobbed. She was on the varsity softball team. The last girl's name was Shawna. She had long, black wavy hair and a fellow pale-face. She was a horseback rider and was in the marching band. As they fired question after question at me, I anxiously scanned the caf, searching for the group of steroid-junkies. Not that hard to find. I could spot them all the way across the cafeteria. Now I really had a chance to study them. Seeing eight of them squeezing into one table was actually quite a funny sight. They were completely shoulder-to-shoulder, leaning into the center of the table. They reminded me of a football huddle. I must have been really concentrating, 'cause I heard Kenzie say, "Does she do this a lot?'

Marie replied, "No not really. She just does that when Jacob's around."

Shawna sat her fork down, "Ooh, does someone have a little crush on Jacob?"

I smiled sheepishly, "I guess I do."

Kenzie smirked, "Good choice. He's gorgeous. Is he interested in you?"

Marie interjected, "He walked her to study hall."

They squealed. All. Four. Of them. I laughed. "Guys, it's not that big of a deal. It's just the first day. He doesn't like me. There are many more beautiful girls in this school." I laughed again, "So who are the other guys at his table?"

Shelby named them as Paul, Jared, Quil, Embry, Seth, Collin, and Brady. I recognized Paul as the one with the gray eyes that I had noticed earlier. Seth was the shortest of the group and Brady and Collin were actual twins. I turned back to my own table and started working on the calories in front of me when . . .

BAM!

The wood table that the body-builders had been holding their super-secret conference at had split right down the middle. All eight of them landed bass ackwards, with a look of complete shock written smack on their foreheads. I burst out laughing. The rest of the large expanse of people remained completely silent. I kept on laughing. I guess no one had dared to mock them before. No one but me.

Just then, lunch ended. I threw my trash away and ambled on to my locker. I grabbed my Economics stuff. Marie waited for me and we walked to class together. He was in there, waiting for me. This time, when I sat down, he was right in front of me. Jacob turned around. "So we meet again."

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Jacob's POV

She chuckled, if you could call it that, "Yeah, I guess we do."

I smirked, "So, you know I'm a junior too?" Stupid, why did you say that? Now she probably thinks you're lame.

"Oh wow, I never would've guessed. A junior in a junior-only class?"

I laughed. I couldn't think of what to say next. So I improvised. "So, who are you, Cecily Humphrey, junior from Nashville, Tennessee? What are you all about?"

"Well, when I was 5 I played soccer. I failed miserably at it, so I tried dance. Been taking it ever since. I like it 'cause no words are necessary. Your body does the talking. I sing too. I love Taylor Swift, I hate spiders and I am obsessed with cream soda and . . . Law and Order."

I took all that information in and stored it away for later, "So you're an artsy person, huh?"

"Yeah I am. My sister and I are different that way. She loves sports. Does cheerleading and softball. She doesn't like all that girly stuff."

The bell rang, cutting our conversation short. I shot her an apologetic look, turned around, and focused on the teacher.

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Cecily's POV

Soon the day was over. Dance team practice was after school. Shelby took me to meet the coach and I did an impromptu audition. I nailed it and she let me join. Ecstatic, I walked out to my car, started the engine and pulled up at the front door and honked my horn for my sister. We arrived home and I put my backpack up. I had heard that the beach was nearby and I wanted to go. When I lived in Tennessee, going to the beach was at least an 8 hour ordeal, so I was excited to live this close to the water. I changed into flip-flops and raced out the door, falling down the stairs on the way. I grabbed my bike and pedaled there as fast as I could.

5 minutes later, I was there. It was stunning. It was different than the snow-white sands of Florida. The coast was rocky, and the water was darker. There was something mysterious about it, something . . . foreboding. But I fell in love. I already knew I would visit it a lot.

I stayed there for about an hour. I biked back to the house and read some back issues of Teen Vogue and checked Twitter until dinner. Then, according to family tradition, we ate our meal as we watched the news. Then it's beddy-bye time, around 10-ish. As I reflected on my day, I noticed something moving in the tree line. I got out of bed and pressed my face to the window, cupping my hands around my eyes so that I could see out. I froze. It was a giant, russet-colored wolf. I'd say it was about the size of a grizzly bear. I slide down so I sat on the floor, my only my face popped out from the bottom of the window. I strained my eyes, trying to get a closer look. Its eyes bore into mine. Mildly frightened, I drew the curtains over the windows and crawled under the covers. Soon, I fell into the world of dreams.

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Jacob's POV

After school, it was my turn to run patrol. I drove to Sam's house in my truck, undressed, tying my pants around my leg, and phased. My shift lasted 'til around 11. I tried to keep my thoughts away from Cecily, or the whole pack would eventually hear. But it was impossible. I'd always think about what she said, or how her eyes glittered when she talked to me, or the way her hips moved when she walked. Soon, they caught wind of what I was thinking.

(Wolf's thoughts in bold)

Embry started it, "So Jacob, are you gonna visit her house today? Are you going to express your undying love for her?"

Quil interrupted, "WHAT? Jacob! You imprinted? How did I not this? Who is she?"

Embry answered for me, "Her name is Cecily Humphrey. She's a junior from Nashville, Tennessee."

"I can answer for myself, thanks Embry. And shut the fuck up. It's not your business."

"When one of us imprints, it becomes the whole pack's business. Sorry to break it to you Jacob."

"Whatever, jackass."

It was around 10 and I couldn't take it anymore. I had to see her. I separated from the group and ran to her house. I stayed by the trees and looked at the window. I could see her, climbing into bed. God, I wish I was with her. But all of a sudden she caught me and I saw her paralyze with fear. Slowly, she pulled the curtains over the window and I saw no more.

So what do you think? I was thinking before I post Ch. 4, I am gonna ask for TWO new reviews. Mwhahahahahaha! (just kidding. about the evil laugh, not the reviews) And to make it easy for you, my lovely readers, I am gonna give you a question, so you have something to say when you review: How do you like Jacob's POV? Should I include more wolf mind-reading/interaction in future chapters? Please and thank you!