Chapter 9: The Other New Kid
I looked towards the noise, to see a guy pulling onto the blacktop on a black Harley Sprint. One that I knew. One who's owner I knew even better. One who's owner was soon to be dead. And even though all of the evidence was displayed out in front of me, I couldn't help but be shocked when the rider removed his helmet.
There were multiple gasps, and I even took in a sharp intake of air myself. Many of the guys on campus made commentary about his bike, and how their girlfriends would be gushing over him for the next week which I didn't blame them; any guy with a girl better hide their's in a closet, otherwise they'd have lost them in an instant.
To think that he had just been born with these looks - just imagine if he had been a vampire rather than a werewolf . . . due to the attention that he's getting just now, all the girls would probably faint at his feet. Can't blame them. I might too it - wait! What am I thinking? I shook the strange thoughts away from my head. Jacob was my best friend. Period. End of sentence. End of thought. End of mental rant.
Jacob was also here on my first day of high school. I could feel a glare on my face, intensifying by the second. His eyes scanned the crowd before they met mine. His lips stretched into a huge grin, as he started walking towards me. I quickly grabbed my things and started to make my way inside the school in order to avoid him. I should have known that he'd catch up in no time though.
"Two questions," I muttered to him, before he could start, my voice soft but irritated.
"Shoot," He said.
"Okay, first, what the hell are you doing here?"
He gave me a look. "I'm getting married to a koala bear. What do you think I'm doing here, Ness? I'm here to go to school . . . like you."
"What? Do you have no faith in me? Besides, you don't exactly look eighteen, Jacob." I pointed out.
"I look exactly the same as I did when I was eighteen."
''Which only helps to prove my point. You didn't look like you were eighteen even when you were eighteen. Obviously you don't look like you belong in high school. Hell, you don't even look like you belong in college."
He clutched his hand to his heart. "Ouch. That hurt," he said with heavy sarcasm.
I ignored him. "Didn't you already go to high school anyway? Why would you go again?"
He put up his index finger up as if to prove a point. "Correction. Drop-out. I never actually graduated." He'd finally accepted the fact that that's what he was. "Besides, that didn't stop you're family from returning to the prison hallways."
Well, lookee there; Wolf Boy's got a point for a change.
"Oh. Well, I guess that's okay then." I said rolling my eyes.
He looked at me, shocked. "Really?"
"No, smart one!" I snapped, sighing. "Why can't you just go on the reservation?"
"Because my teachers would recognize me there, and to them, I'm twenty-three."
"You are twenty-three, Jacob," I said sternly, my voice raising.
"Shh." He put a finger to my lips when some guys started to look at us. "But to everyone here, I'm sixteen." He added in a whisper, moving his finger from my lips, leaving a cool chill there when it was gone. I ignored the feeling.
"Wow. You would pick the same grade as me," I nearly growled, unsurprised.
He winked. "You know it."
I grudgingly forgave him - he a lot happier about it than any normal person would - and then we went to get his schedule. We had all but two classes together, algebra and biology. Great. The ones that I was probably most inexperienced in. Oh well.
"So, what was the other thing?" Jacob asked later on.
I stared at him, confused. "What are you talking about?"
"Earlier, you said that you had two questions. What was the second one?"
I laughed. "It's kind of off topic, but why do you look like Alice raided your closet?" I asked, taking in his dark blue jeans, black t-shirt, and leather jacket.
I'd expected him to laugh, but he frowned. "Because she did."
I stifled giggling. "When?"
"This morning. She called at like, 6:30, and asked permission to come over. I said sure, but I was so tired, that she could have asked if she could burn my house down and I may have said yes. I seriously didn't know what she was talking about, but didn't really care either because I just wanted to get back to sleep. So then she asked of she could talk to Billy, and I gave the phone to him. He wouldn't tell me what she wanted to talk to him about, but for some reason, he thought that it was just hilarious. Then Alice shows up at my door, a half hour later with a bag of designer clothes." He groaned.
I laughed. "So I take it that you didn't pick this out yourself?"
"Please. She picked out my clothes for the next few days."
"Alice. Gotta love her."
"I don't," Jake disagreed.
I snickered. "Oh, please. Come on, Jake. You like her. She's like the little sister that you never had."
"I've already got two older sisters. Why would I want another?" He asked.
I rolled my eyes waving it off.
The bell rang.
Jake smiled at me. "Time for first period."
A/N: Slooooooow . . . I'm currently re-editing Daybreak, so the next chapter may seem . . . not as great as this one. [as if this could be called great]
SM owns Twilight, not me. :)