I don't own Twilight, but Charli is 100% home grown.

Chapter Seven: Jacob

Thankful that the day was finally over Jacob Black nearly ran through the parking lot anxious to get home. He had almost made it to where his motorcycle was parked when a car with its hood popped caught his eye. On any normal day he would have ignored the situation and continued in the direction of his Harley, but something stopped him in his tracks and he decided it wasn't going to hurt to go lend a hand. He put his hands in his pockets, turned left and started heading towards the disabled car.

As he got closer, he saw a trail of bright green liquid on the pavement that started at the front of the car, and flowed like a slow moving river down the slope of the parking lot. He was almost positive the car had blown a hose and he hoped the guy leaning into the motor trying to fix it was smart enough to figure that out. He tried to get a better look at who was working on the car and he was surprised when got close enough to see that the guy shoulder deep in the guts of the Escort - was a girl.

He brushed his hair out of his eyes and squinted trying to make out the features of her face. Suddenly he stopped dead in his tracks and he felt his heart involuntarily begin to beat faster. Her hair was slipping out from where it was tucked behind her ear and was partially covering her face, but he could still recognize the long slender body of Charlotte Littlecrow. She was reaching into the motor, no doubt trying to locate the leaking hose. He stopped short when he saw that she was leaning so far into the engine that her shirt had ridden up high on her back exposing her smooth golden brown midsection. He clenched his fists as he fought to stop the fantasy that began playing in his head that involved him easily walking up to her and placing his hand on the small of her back. Her skin was smooth, soft, and so warm. She would turn around and smile at him, her eyes sparkling – happy to see him. She would wrap her arms around his neck and bury her face in his chest and –

Stop it Jacob, seriously. He shouted at himself angrily. He couldn't understand why he was feeling this way. This girl was an outsider, and he didn't want anything to do with her. He wanted to turn around and make a bee line for his bike, but something else was tugging him towards the broken Escort and Charlotte. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and despite his better judgment, took the last few strides towards the car.