A/N: I just read the reviews for chapter 10 and was surprised to find that someone had actually figured out where Jacob is originally from! ;D

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the Twilight characters.

The plot, however, is all mine.

Rated M for adult content and language.

Suggested listening: Marina & the Diamonds- Primadonna

Nouvelle Vague: In a Manner of Speaking

Jacob turned out to be a cheesecake person.

He was also a big fan of Gotye, Florence and the Machine as well as Massive Attack.

He gave vague answers whenever someone asked him about his birthplace, yet for some reason, most of Leo's friends didn't mind the air of mystery surrounding my man.

Oops…did I say my man?

I meant, my mysterious man.

He was polite, eloquent and charming.

Thierry, one of Leo's hipster friends got into a deep discussion with Jacob on mainstream culture and the latest foreign films.

Of course, since Jake spoke like, a hundred languages, he was able to recite a number of French, Spanish and Russian titles that made Thierry's eyes roll to the back of his head like he'd just had an eargasm.

Ugh…

I almost barfed when I saw Olive and June make the moves on McHottie a while later, tossing their cheap blonde hair and boobs in his face.

There was no chance in hell that we'd stay friends for more than a week!

No way.

Apparently, Mr. Gentleman wanted things to unfold naturally.

He uttered more crap about destiny and how we should take things slow.

Right…because I was a horny teenager with a one-track mind.

Bitch, please…

You should've seen the way he stared at my legs. Every time I crossed and uncrossed those babies, his eyes would suggestively linger on my heels.

Oh, and when I asked him to dance, he declined and opted to watch me instead.

He leaned against the bar and sipped on another glass of champagne while I danced to the song Primadonna, jumping and twirling with Alpha in tow.

January laughed at my unusual enthusiasm as I waved my hands in the air, watching Jacob chuckle from the corner of my eye.

Later that night, he offered to walk me to my mother's Mercedes after we both said goodbye to Leo and his gang.

My feet were killing me from all the dancing so I took off my shoes in the parking lot and suddenly found myself in the presence of an Über giant.

"Jeez, how tall are you?"

'I'm six foot five.'

"Wow. It runs in the family, huh?"

Jacob nodded, running his fingers through his long hair.

"You have amazing genes, by the way." I complimented him.

'Thanks. I guess I was lucky enough to inherit the best traits.'

"No kidding."

I unlocked the convertible and tossed my heels in the back seat.

'Is this your car?'

"Nope. My dream ride is the Shelby Mustang GT."

He quirked an eyebrow in response.

'A Mustang?'

"Yep. You got a problem with that?" I playfully nudged his side.

My brain conjured up an image of the two of us, making out in the driver's seat of a cherry-red 'Stang.

Hot damn…I do have a one-track mind.

'No. Not at all. Most of the ladies I know are into smaller cars, like the Mini Cooper.'

"Pfft…Mini Coopers are toys, my friend. Nothing compares to the engine of a Mustang. It's powerful, sexy and simply orgasmic."

My passionate speech caused a shift in Jacob's expression.

I knew that he was slightly buzzed from the alcohol he'd consumed but I had no idea that I had the power to turn him on just by mentioning my favorite car.

All of the friendship crap went flying out the window when he suddenly leaned forward and kissed me.

I willingly parted my lips for his tongue, allowing him to push me up against the side of the car.

The familiar jolts of electricity heightened the experience as I nipped his lower lip; my tongue eagerly exploring his champagne flavored mouth.

His hands tightened on my waist, effectively pinning me to the cool metal surface while he kissed me slowly, almost teasingly.

He definitely did not kiss like a gentleman.

His muscled frame rippled at my touch as my fingers traveled south, feeling the breadth of his shoulders and the way his breath hitched whenever I squeezed his firm biceps.

I never really understood how a kiss could lead to sex until I felt his obvious erection against my stomach.

It was getting harder and harder for us to stop so when Jacob detached his lips from mine for much needed air; I whined in protest then clung to his neck like a horny muffin.

"Kiss me again." I panted into his collarbone.

'I think that…we should call it a night, Bells.' He painfully declared.

"Why?"

Jake daringly took my hand and guided it to his zipper.

He really was straight to the point, wasn't he?

'This is why.' He replied before letting go of me entirely.

I blushed, trying hard not to stare at the tent in his pants.

'I'm sorry…that was inappropriate.'

The gentleman in him apologized, turning around briefly so that he could adjust his major hard-on.

"Do you hear me complaining?"

I licked my lips, leaning against the Mercedes for support.

Alpha climbed out from underneath the car all of a sudden and started licking my hand.

I secretly wondered if he fully understood what just happened between me and his sexy human-friend.

Haha.

'The things that come out of your mouth.' Jacob sighed, giving me a heated look.

"Need a hand, Jake?"

'Bella…' His lust-filled voice was so x-rated; it made my lady parts tingle.

"Sorry."

'Don't be. I'm the one who kissed you.'

I watched him smooth down his shirt and felt Alpha nuzzle my palm one last time before sprinting towards the beach.

'We should get going.'

"Why? It's not even one in the morning yet."

Jacob reached out and ruffled my hair in a playful manner.

'I'll see you soon, okay?'

"How soon?" I asked.

'Sooner than soon.' He dropped a quick kiss on my pouty lips and walked off before I could stop him.

'Bye, Bells.'

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Eh?

"Jacob Black! You call that a goodnight kiss?"

The next morning, I woke up to the smell of pancakes and discovered that Jean Paul had cooked us breakfast before heading to the beach.

My mother was in the kitchen though, leafing through Vogue Magazine while sipping on her coffee.

I instantly confronted her about the condoms and she confessed to putting them in my clutch.

"Jesus, mom. I'm not sexually active, ok?"

'But you will be, eventually…'

I rolled me eyes and helped myself to JP's excellent pancakes.

"I'm capable of buying my own condoms."

Yeah, and X-large is definitely Jake's size.

'Fine. Suite yourself.' She rose from her chair and placed her coffee mug in the sink. 'I'm running late for pilates so I'll see you at lunch.'

"Lunch?"

Wow.

It's been ages since we've had lunch together.

'Yes, and Isabella?'

"Yeah?"

'Watch your figure. I don't want you gaining any more weight.'

Fuck.

That's why I hated having her home over the weekend!

"Sure."

Whatever.

Juliana drove us to an expensive sushi restaurant for lunch.

Her friend Amelia tagged along and so did her perfect daughter, Claudia who was engaged to her high school sweetheart.

I was forced to listen to her gush about her wonderful fiancé while picking at my food.

The portions were too small and not so tasty.

I was contemplating crossing the street and buying a Big Mac meal from McDonald's but mother was eyeing me like a hawk.

Jake kept me entertained throughout my boring afternoon and told me that he was traveling to an island (somewhere in the Pacific Ocean) without revealing any specific details regarding the purpose of this visit.

He did, however, promise to meet me at the local library for a Q and A session later that day.

~xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo~

In the meantime, I decided to go shopping for a Halloween costume at Sluts "R" Us, with January as my official outfit consultant via BBM.

The actual name of the store was generic and cliché, hence the nickname.

It sold the most outrageous costumes that I have ever seen.

I plucked a few dresses from their hangers and proceeded to try them on inside the dressing room.

January sent me an annoying PING so I wrestled myself into the tight, leather corset dress and read her message.

LadyJ: R U in the dressing room?

B : Yep

LadyJ: Send me a PIC :D

The flimsy piece of fabric left nothing to the imagination but I liked the way it enhanced my small breasts.

B: Haha. Ok. U Pervert :P

LadyJ: I'm the perv? LOL! Look who's talking.

B: Ok. Wait a sec

I snapped a quick photo using my BlackBerry before scrolling down my BBM contact list and sending it to January.

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LadyJ: Where's the pic? :O

B: I already sent it!

Oh, crap.

My eyes widened in mortification once I realized that I'd accidentally sent the photo to JACOB whose name was directly above January.

"Shit."

There it was…the tiny chat box with a thumbnail image of my slutty dress.

J. Black is writing a message…

I banged my head repeatedly against the mirror, feeling like a complete idiot and cursed my stupid thumb for choosing the wrong contact.

My phone suddenly buzzed with an incoming message from the man himself whose status was set to busy since he was stuck at work on a Sunday.

J. Black: Please tell me ur not going to actually wear this in public.

B: U weren't supposed 2 see this. It was meant 4 Jan!

J. Black: Sexting ur best friend? Ur definitely full of surprises, Swan ;)

B: Haha. Would U rather I sexted U?

J. Black: People usually go out on a date (or more) before sex enters the equation.

B: Mmm…too bad Mr. Black. Coz U'd make one hell of a booty call ;D

J. Black: Don't tempt me, honey ;)

Later that night, I waited for Jacob at the top floor of the ancient library with my list of endless questions.

I literally felt his presence before I saw him.

His midnight eyes scanned the first floor in search for me, his confident stride and intimidating height making him the center of attention in the not so crowded library.

There was something unearthly beautiful in the way he moved, his long legs clad in perfectly fitted pants and a pair of suede shoes. His v-neck sweater hugged his broad shoulders and molded to his biceps as if it was custom-made for his body.

Our eyes met once he reached the top of the staircase and I instantly felt a faint throbbing right above my upper-lip.

The throbbing intensified as Jacob got closer, his gaze zeroing in on my lips.

'Hey.'

"Hi."

He bent down and kissed me in full sight of the entire second floor, his tongue sweeping across my lower lip, coaxing it open.

The kiss was sweet and sensual but it was also too short for my liking.

It lasted for a mere thirty seconds, and I was certain that we had somehow crossed the friendship line for good.

'I'm sorry…I just had to get this out of the way first.'

My brain was still recovering from the kiss as he sat down next to me with a bashful expression on his face.

'Is that the list of questions you wanted to ask me?' He picked up the sheet of paper, resting his other arm on the table.

"Yeah."

Jacob read the questions carefully and without hesitation.

I crossed my fingers and waited until he was finished.

The anticipation was killing me.

'How did Alpha find you the night you were drugged? Well, that's simple. He tracked your scent and I followed him. You see, the collar around his neck has a built-in tracking device'

"Really?"

'Yes.' He nodded. 'As for Tristan, he was able to locate you using a high-tech gadget that can be wirelessly connected to Alpha's snout.'

"Oh. Now this sounds like a scent detecting walkie-talkie."

'Not exactly.' Jacob chuckled at my words, amusement glinting in his onyx eyes.

"Tell me more about your people." I prodded.

'What would you like to know?'

"Where are you originally from?"

Jacob studied my face, his inner-conflict showing in his dark orbs.

'You won't believe me, Bells.'

"Try me."

McHottie rose from his chair and asked me to accompany him to the Greek mythology section.

'This stays between us.' He gave me a pointed look, and I pretended to lock my mouth and throw away the key.

"Of course."

'I mean it, Bells. Your memory is at risk here.'

"My memory?"

'Yes. Have you ever watched the movie Men in Black?' He asked while searching the stacks.

"Yep."

'Well, the memory-erasing device used in the movie is actually based on a prototype invented by my people.'

"Whoa..seriously?"

'Yes. One flash and your memory of me is gone.'

"Ouch..."

'I'm not kidding.'

"Jesus, Jake! I won't tell a soul, okay?"

'Good.'

"What are you looking for, by the way? Maybe I can help." I offered.

'Plato's Timaeus.'

"I know that book. We're required to read it for Greek mythology class. It contains the first account in literature of Atlantis."

Jacob froze in his tracks.

'Yes it does, and that's where I'm originally from, Bella.'

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"You're from Atlantis?"

A/N: Finally. A chunk of this mystery has been revealed.

Thanks for reading!