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Anna: Well, Jacob tried to clog his belly button with a cork to stop the clones, but it turns out that he needs surgery. I have to do the disclaimer with the assistance of my friend, Quil.
Quil: Hello!
Anna: Okay, I belong to Fall Out Guirl. Victoria (Murphy) and Tuba are real, so no ownership can occur.
Quil: And I with the rest of the Twilight cast belong to Stephenie Meyer. (turns up I-Pod in ears) Oh yeah, nothing like a good Gwen Stefani!
Anna: O.o JAKE COME BAAAAAACK!
My stomach let out a rumble. One minute until the bell rang. I counted down the seconds, my eyes squeezed shut. Victoria at my side was shaking with laughter, her fingers having been held up the whole period at the countdown.
I opened my eyes at the shrill call of the bell, as I hastily stuffed my books into my backpack. I was relieved; Chemistry was the most horrific class.
"So, are you and Jacob going out or something?" Victoria asked, a smile on her face as she gazed over at me. I blushed, shaking my head.
"No…Just friends," I answered. She raised her eyebrows, in disbelief.
"Alright then. Then I'll pretend that I didn't see the necklace that he gave you, or the fact that he stares at you like a five year old does at chocolate," she remarked, as we exited the classroom. I jumped at the sight, blushing once again.
Jacob was leaning outside of the door, his dark hair hanging slightly in his eyes. His jeans fit perfectly against his form, his blue t-shirt limp. All he needed was a leather jacket and he'd be perfect for the bad-boy shot. He waved over at me, as we walked over. I fought back a laugh as Victoria rolled her eyes with an "I told you so".
Jacob had his own backpack slung over his shoulders, and a smile set across his lips. He seemed excited, but kept it 'cool' somehow.
"Hey," I greeted, as he fell in step with us.
"Hey," he echoed my greeting, his head tossing back his hair from his eyes. I fought my jaw from dropping; he looked as hot as the lead singer in one of my favorite bands. I was so distracted that I had forgot that very singer's name or even the name of the band…
"You all right?" he asked, sounding worried. I snapped out of my reverie, realizing that I had been staring. He had an expression of pure laughter; the same as the one that he had shown back when my Dad teased me in front of him.
"Yeah, I'm fine. So, where are you usually during lunch?" I asked. He seemed surprised, motioning for me to follow him. Victoria had never left; Embry had walked over to her, draping his arm over her shoulders. She seemed to blush at the sight, but was cheerful.
"Well, me and a couple of friends all sit by a tree in the courtyard. Victoria, my other friend Tuba, and Leah sit there too," he explained. Quil sat with his back against the tree, an I-Pod playing. He was humming loudly, and he seemed to be trying to shake his hips.
"Hey, Quil, Whatcha listening to?" a girl with curly brown hair and light freckles called. He jumped, ripping them out. He blushed crimson, shaking his head.
"N-Nothing!" he answered, a little to quickly. The other girl swept herself in front of him, shoving an earpiece in her ear from his I-Pod. She burst out laughing, clutching her sides.
The group sat there, gaping. Everyone had the same expression of confusion. She glanced over at everyone, giggling.
"He's listening to 'Hips Don't Lie' by Shakira!" she managed to say, leaving everyone else laughing. Quil rubbed his forehead, trying to hide his embarrassment. The freckled girl slapped his arm, shaking her head.
"Dude, that song stinks. Seriously…" she stated. Jacob was roaring with laughter, as he rested his hand on Quil's shoulder.
"Man, you've gotta show me. Can your hips not lie?" he questioned, raising his hands over his head and making a strange hip-dance. Embry and Victoria had fallen on the ground, laughing harder. I had to grab onto Jacob's arm, the two of us ending up on the ground as well.
When we all managed to calm down, Jacob set his backpack up as a pillow, leaning his back down. I sat cross-legged, my drawing pad in my lap. I was doodling again, and he seemed interested in what I was doing.
"What are you drawing?" he asked. I smiled, holding it up. I had begun an outline of a wolf, and a boy posing beside him. He furrowed his eyebrows, enjoying it.
"That's good. Who's the guy?" he asked, curiosity pinning me. I couldn't tell him who…well, for obvious reasons.
"Um…Just a random dude," I answered, taking the book from his hands. He turned now to face me, just watching the strokes of the pencil brush against the paper. I smiled over at him, and he seemed pleased for a moment.
"So…do I know the guy in the picture?" he asked, trying to guess. I smiled, tapping my chin.
"Maayybee," I answered, biting my lip with a smirk. He had a playful air about him once again.
"Alright, let's make a deal. I'll ask you twenty questions about him, and I get to make a guess. If I'm wrong, then you don't have to tell me," he suddenly stated. He leaned closer to me, his dark eyes dancing.
"And if you're right?" I breathed, my throat feeling dry at the proximity of us. He leaned back, and I regretted that he had moved.
"Well, if I'm right, you'll have to tell me the truth," he finished. I nodded my head, still dumbfounded.
"Deal," I answered, turning back to my page. Well, the one girl who had the freckles turned over to me.
"Hi, my name's Tuba," she greeted, smiling at me. I set aside my book, returning her greeting.
"Hi…Tuba?" I asked, surprised at her name. She gave me a confused look, and then caught on.
"Yeah, I'm not the instrument. My name really is Tuba," she explained. I nodded my head; I think I'm going to like this girl.
"I'm Anna," I introduced myself, as she seated herself cross-legged.
"Oh my god, do you know about those balloons that have the little balloon inside? Well, I don't think those balloons are real, you know what I mean?" she ranted. I stared at her, shocked by her quick change in the subject.
"Um…Yeah? I mean, how would the air get inside?" I remarked, deciding to go along with what she said.
"I know, right? I have a theory that the little balloon was supposed to be filled with helium, and the rest of it is fake! How weird is that?!" she exclaimed. Jacob chuckled from my other side, lowering his head near my ear.
"Trust me, she's got millions of these theories. That's Tuba for you," he said, a grin set across his features. He seemed to make my heart beat faster every time he got that close, and I had a feeling that he knew that.
"So ya. How long have you known Jake here?" she asked. I looked over at him, and he gazed over at Tuba.
"Well, I had gotten lost in the woods one night, and Jacob and his dad had driven down to help my dad look for me," I explained. Tuba smiled, looking around.
"You know, we all ought to go on a hike together. What do you think, Jake? Saturday?" she offered. He shrugged, glancing around.
"Yeah, Quil and Embry were going to hang out at my place. But we could go with you, Victoria, and Anna," he suggested to her.
Tuba slapped her hands together, pleased. "Perfect. We'll meet on First Beach…Saturday at 8:00?" she finished.
"Sounds good," he said, as the bell rang. I grabbed my backpack, Jacob and I heading off to third period.
Jacob steered us off to Calculus, since we both had the same class. We entered the classroom, seating ourselves in the back. He reached for my drawing pad from my backpack, flipping through the pages.
I drummed my fingers against the wood of the desks, trying to be patient as he gazed at each of my pictures. I must have appeared pathetic to him; there was nothing but wolves in the past five pages, courtesy of my encounters with Jake the wolf.
"Have an obsession?" he teased, as I shook my head.
"Not quite…would you believe me if I told you that there was a wolf that wandered into my yard one night, and he keeps coming back. Just to see me?" I questioned. He frowned for a moment, as though contemplating in telling me some secret.
"It's possible. What does he look like?" he asked, finally. I showed him the sketches, pointing out his fur.
"His fur is a rusty brown, kind of like-" I paused, gasping at him. His hair was identical to the wolf's fur.
"What is it?" he blurted out, sounding frightened. I refused to say a word, staring down at the desk.
"Anna…" he said softly, his hand touching my hand. I didn't look at him; it was too strange to now. There was something linking Jacob and Jake, and I had a feeling that it wasn't just coincidental that their names were similar.
"Jake, do you believe in men turning into wolves?" I burst out, as he stared at me apprehensively.
"I do, actually," he answered softly. He stared at me, surprised. "There are legends in my tribe, about how our ancestors were related to wolves, that they are our brethren."
I was about to say something, but the bell rang. Great, Mrs. Campbell decided to interrupt us. I sighed, staring ahead at the whiteboard.
Jacob's gaze did not shift from my direction, not even to sneeze. I writhed under his unwavering sight, and I did not even acknowledge his presence.
No, I was too busy trying to figure out what he had meant, the mystery of it all. Was Jake the same person, or creature, as Jacob Black? How were they linked? Is this what Jacob meant by a secret, one that he could not tell me yet? I glanced over at him, sighing.
Whatever it was, I was going to find out. Fast.
Ok readers, I have a small task for you.
Should Anna find out about Jake:
An accident during the hike?
Revealing himself to Anna through Jake the wolf transforming in front of her one night?
A conversation on the reservation
It's up to you!
Anna: So review, and tell Fall Out Guirl what you think. Please? Jacob still has tons of clones left from the cork business… Let us know if you're a new reviewer, and you can have a clone.
Me: Thanks!