Nice Legs, Gaudy Shoes
Jacob Black was underneath a car, changing the oil, when a pair of long, shapely legs came into view. He grimaced at the gaudy shoes that adorned the feet. Stripper shoes, his sister called them. He knew exactly who was here. That bitch Lauren that Bella went to high school with. In a moment of anger, he'd asked her out on a date. One that was a complete disaster, and ended with him faking an emergency halfway through. That was almost two years ago, and still she would show up occasionally, trying to get him to take her out again. This chick didn't understand the meaning of the word no. He'd tried to be a nice guy about it, but it was getting old. Sighing, he rolled out from under the car, ready to take on the owner of those shapely legs.
"Hi Lauren, something I can do for you?" He was trying to be businesslike. Maybe she'd get the hint. Considering the way she was dressed, it was doubtful. The clothes she wore would have fit in at a nightclub in Seattle, rather than in a dingy garage in LaPush. Not to mention that it was only ten in the morning. There was no place she could be headed dressed like that.
Lauren's lips curved up into a smile. She'd been trying to get together with Jacob Black since he showed up at Forks High on a motorcycle years ago. She could still remember how yummy he looked that day, wearing a tight black t-shirt, beat up jeans and leather boots. What he ever saw in Bella Swan she never understood. Then again, Bella left, and she was here now. As far as she was concerned, he would be hers. He was a challenge, and she liked that.
"I was wondering if you could come by my house later. My car sounds a little funny."
"Did you drive it here? I can have Embry take a look at it for you. I'm a bit busy", he hedged. There was no way he was going to her house. Not a chance in hell.
"No, I borrowed a friend's car. Mine is at home. I was afraid to drive it." She bit her lip in an effort to be sexy, but Jacob just thought it made her look stupid.
"If you'd like, we can get it towed here. After Embry has a look at it, he'll call you."
"Well", she purred. "I'd really like to have you look at it. After all you are the best mechanic in town, and everyone knows it." She stepped forward and seductively trailed a hot pink fingernail down his chest. "We could have dinner at my place and then you could look under my hood."
Jacob narrowed his eyes at her and caught her wrist with his hand, firmly removing the offending part from his body. "I don't think so, Lauren. If you need one of us to look at your car, you can bring it in here. If not, I have work to do." His tone let her know this was final. End of story, not up for discussion.
She rolled her eyes and pouted, trying to be cute. "Oh, I'm sorry, Jake. Please don't be mad at me. It would break my heart if you were."
"Lauren, I'm not angry, but I am busy. I'm running a business here." No way was he falling for the pity party act. He turned his back to her and leaned over the car, pretending to look under the hood, hoping she'd get the hint and leave.
"Well, then, that's all the more reason for you to come to dinner." Then in a very brazen move she went behind him, and pressed herself against him, one of her hands gripping his ass. Jacob jumped about a mile. "That's it!" he yelled, and threw his wrench on the ground. He turned around gripping her forearms tightly and looking into her eyes, so she would understand what he was about to say. But Lauren, the crazy woman, totally mistook his anger for lust, and pushed forward to kiss him.
"What the hell are you doing?", he asked. "Are you nuts? Here's how this is going to work. You're going to leave. You are not going to call me, talk to me or show up here again. Do not bring your car here, we don't want you business."
"Oh, but-",
"No", he stated, responding to any question she might think of. "I've tried to be polite, but enough is enough. You need to leave. I'm in love with a nice woman, something you know nothing about". He held onto her arm and escorted her to the door. "Don't come back".
Lauren's eyes were wide with shock. Who did he think he was? Refusing her? She could have anyone she wanted, didn't he know that? She'd chosen him. A girlfriend? Clearly he didn't understand, she wasn't going down without a fight. "Who?" she questioned.
Jacob glared at her. "Bella Swan". Even if it wasn't exactly the truth, he didn't care. Maybe she'd finally back off.
Lauren watched as Jacob Black retreated back into his grease pit. Bella fucking Swan. She'd always hated her. So, she was back. Well, Bella had better stay out of her way if she knew what was good for her. Lauren planned on making her life a living hell every chance she got. Then she'd laugh when Jacob was in her bed, and Bella was on the first train out of town.