"O! beware, my lord, of jealousy;
It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
The meat it feeds on."
-William Shakespeare, Othello

The Quileute boy and I stared at each other for another moment, though it seemed like forever. Evenually, he cleared his thoart, ceasing from looking at me.

"Oh, well, my mistake," he said, roughly. "You just look like someone I know," he added, sounding disgruntled.

He then turned his back on us all, walking back to friends. I bit my lip, hesitating.

"Wait."

He stopped in his tracks and glanced over to my direction. He looked disappointed, it showed in his eyes. His hands were in his pockets, his jeans dirty and smeared with black grease stains.

"I think I know who you're talking about," I said, demurely.

The Quileute boy pursed his russet colored lips.

"Really?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Um, do you mind...I mean." He was struggling for words.

"Let's go for a walk," I suggested. We needed to talk, for sure.

The Quileute shrugged, freeing his hands from his pockets.

"Sure. If that's okay with you," he said, roughly.

"More than okay," I replied. I turned to my friends, who all looked confused. Even Harper, who was finally paying attention.

"I'll be back later," I told them. My voice was perfectly calm, even though I was feeling nervous and slightly uncomfortable.

"Keep your phone on," demanded Dan, giving the boy a harsh, disapproving look. The Quileute ignored him, his eyes locked on me.

"Will do," I said, walking to the boy. "See you guys."

I waved as they all stared at me, their faces not readable. Harper, however, looked very interested. She whispered into Audrey's ear, sounding excited. I rolled my eyes. The Quileute noticed.

"Follow me," he said, harshly.

We walked deep into the forest, green surrounding us everywhere. He didn't speak to me just yet. I didn't dare say anything. Finally, the Quileute sat down on a long branch of driftwood, patting it, signaling me to sit down next to him. I sat down, not looking at him. It was quiet for a while, I didn't intend on breaking it. He would when he was ready. Finally, I heard him clear his thoart again.

"You're Cecilia Cullen."

I popped my head up, looking at him. He did not wear any expression.

"How do you know my name?" I asked, my voice sounding horrified.

He laughed a little, cracking a faint smile. I had to admit, he was charming.

"You look like your mom," he answered, his voice softening. "I saw you a few hours after you were born..." he trailed off, his grin still on his face.

"I think I know who you are."

The Quileute titled his head, seeming surprised.

"You're Jacob Black, aren't you?" I asked. I already knew that the answer to my question was yes. He looked exactly how I pictured him from Mom's stories. "I've heard of you. Mom has told me so much about you," I added.

The boy who I thought was Jacob Black laughed again, quietly. He ran one of his large hands through his long hair.

"She has? Wow. I didn't think that your dad would allow that."

"Don't say that," I muttered, looking away from him. "My father does not hate you."

"He's probably just saying that for your sake," the Quileute stammered. He sounded annoyed and mad.

"No, he is not, Jacob, if that's who you really are," I spat quickly.

There was a moment of silence. The boy broke it.

"Yeah, I'm Jacob," he finally admitted.

I turned my gaze back to him, trying to relax.

"You were, well, you are, my mother's best friend, Jacob," I said, giving him a small smile. "She thinks about you. She loves you."

Jacob turned one corner of his mouth up. It reached his dark, inviting eyes.

"Bella still does?" He sounded a bit happy. "Enough though I'm a...well, you know...and she is a--"

"Yes," I breathed, grinning at his sudden happiness. "In my eyes, it really doesn't matter."

He didn't say anything about my last statement.

"Why did you welcome us back to Forks?" I asked, eager to know.

"You've got to know that it was all for you," Jacob whispered, his voice suddenly sounding gentle. "I wanted you to be able to come here, to La Push, to see all of the green." He let out a sigh, running his fingers through his hair again.

"That's sweet of you," I commented, smiling.

Jacob shrugged, all of his tenderness gone.

"Thanks, I guess."

"You're the leader of the pack. The other leader died, right?"

"Yeah, I am. Yep, he did, before you were born," Jacob told me, his voice still husky sounding.

"How?"

"You ask a lot of questions."

"I'm just curious," I said, meekly. "You don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to," I added.

"I'd rather you not hear," said Jacob, looking like he meant it. I merely nodded.

We were quiet for a few minutes, the wind picking up. Jacob did not look at me, though I stared at him. I couldn't help it, something about him was appealing, even though he wasn't being very hospitable. A huge gust of freezing wind blew. It nearly knocked me over, but I kept my balance.

"Aren't you cold?" I asked, not realizing that I spoke.

"No, never," Jacob answered, simply.

"Oh, right, of course not," I muttered, more to myself than to him. I was starting to get a little aggravaited.

"Well, if that's all you want from me I guess I'll just go," I announced, getting up to my feet. Another strong wind blew, this time making me fall. Jacob caught me in his arms. His smooth skin was burning. Jacob laughed, a smile dancing across his lips. He was probably laughing at the expression on my face due to his unbelieveably hot body temperature.

"No, I'm not done with you quite yet."

"What do you want?" I asked, annoyed.

"I want to know about you, I don't want you to think that I don't like you," he said, in a subtle sounding voice.