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"Jake, your fans are asking for you." Quil said at the office's door with a mocking expression.

"Ha-ha-ha. Very funny, Quil. Really, you should be a comedian." I answered, annoyed as hell.

"Man, I can't do anything. They said that you're the only one that can touch their car." He was clearly making an extra effort to not laugh and that only made me want to punch him even more.

"Tell them I'm not here, damn it." I yelled.

"Yeah, right. Because they didn't hear you screaming at me. I'm your partner, not your servant. Tell them yourself." Quil stormed out of the office really fuming.

I sighed, following him. It wasn't his fault. Since I made the stupid decision to pose for that underwear campaign our garage was invaded by crazy girls trying to get a piece of me and messing with my life even more. I just couldn't believe that. At first it was funny but after a while it became insane. And there was nothing I could do to get us rid of them. Believe me, I've tried everything. From being gently understandable to rudely impatient. Nothing made them understand that I was just interested in fixing their cars and earning money in an honest way.

The red carpet event I went with Alissa had transformed my life into a freaking Cinderella tale and I cursed my luck again because even when something good came to my life there was always some trick to it. She was really nervous that day and I wasn't sure what I could say or do to make her feel better. We were waiting for our time to cross the entrance of the theater when she freaked out.

"I can't do this, Jake. Look at that crowd. They'll know that I'm a fraud and they'll hate me." She said a little hysterically, pointing to a bunch of teenager girls screaming at the security line alongside with the red carpet.

"You're not a fraud. You're a beautiful, talented girl that it's here due to her hard work and they already love you. Don't you read the posts on your Facebook profile?" I said, smiling confidently.

"Are you sure?" Her eyes were wide and watering. A guy that was organizing the celebrities' entrance called us then.

"Of course I'm sure, honey. Now smile for them. They're here just waiting for this." I reassured her, putting an arm around her waist and taking her hand, kissing it. She smiled brightly then, waving to the public.

"I knew I had a good reason to ask you to come with me." She said, patting my shoulder and seemed to relax a bit.

The event was okay and we had a good time. I was a little overwhelmed by all the paparazzi and splendor of it but everyone was nice to me and Alissa and she was really happy. At some point in the night she introduced me to a co-worker, a funny and friendly guy with an odd Latin accent, dark eyes and hair. He had brought his mother and made sure to introduce her to Alissa, making her blush with delight. I smiled happily. My shy and sweet friend already had a good admirer.

The girls were waiting just outside the office. Two fake blondes, wearing dangerously short skirts and giggling like twelve year olds. I switched to my professional mode and politely took notes of the problem on their car, scheduling delivering it ready two days ahead. They seemed very disappointed with my short answers to their silly questions and a little offended when I refused to join them for lunch, affirming that I needed to start working quickly if they wanted the car ready on time. Luckily for me, those two weren't as persistent as some of the girls that had came here in the last month.

One of the million photos the paparazzi took from me and Alissa that night was published in a gossip magazine the next day and the rest is history. They managed to register the exact moment I kissed Alissa´s hand and all that the gossip journalists wanted to know was who was the 'hot Native American guy' – their words, not mine – that was dating her. Alissa told them that we were just friends from High School but they didn't believe her.

A few days later, a guy in a grey suit, Harrison Lucas, stopped by the garage saying that he was an agent and he wanted to hire me for an underwear campaign for a big clothing company. I was astonished and confused. Of course, I refused right away, a reflex from all the years I spent trying to remain inconspicuous, but he didn't seem disturbed by it. He just left his card with me and told me to think about it, revealing how much they would pay me if I accepted. I got to tell you, I had never thought that someone could earn that amount of money in just one photo shoot.

I would be able to cover at least six months of rent in the building we wanted and save some money for myself, besides buying a new electrical chair for Billy that I saw on the Internet. After talking with Quil, Embry, my father and the council I accepted the contract. It was something too good to deny. I had a little difficulty with the shooting because I never modeled before but the photographer and his team were good professionals and they took the best of me. In a way, it was a liberating experience and I was glad to do it.

Plus, everyone wanted to get their cars fixed by us after that and our business reached a whole new level. People started to come looking for us to personalize their cars which meant a lot more money. I had become a bit of a celebrity myself. Harrison wanted to book me as one of his clients but I refused, thanking him for everything he did for me. He was disappointed but I said that I would fix his cars for free for ten years and he laughed. He was a good man. The side effect of it was 'my fans'. Girls from everywhere started to show up to 'fix their cars' and harass me. Some of them even harassed Embry and Quil, much to Claire's annoyance – the girl was nine and already had a major crush on him – and Leah's amusement. Embry's mom started to escort him home every night after work. It was hilarious.

Time flew by me and I was happy for that. My life had changed a lot and I was thankfully extremely busy. I almost didn't have time to think about Renesmee anymore. Almost. She was still in the back of my head every step I took. Part of the reason for accepting the underwear campaign was to show her that I was doing well. It was selfish and petty but I couldn't help but think that she would see the pictures and regret ditching me for that douchebag. I felt like garbage every time I thought that.

It was twilight and I had already closed the garage when I heard Seth howling like he was being chased by a newborn army, seconded by Brady. I phased immediately.

"What happened?" I asked frantically.

"Jake, you have to come quickly. There's a vampire trying to trespass the treaty line here." He said in a hurry.

He turned his head to the vampire and growled, menacingly. But she had already outran them, heading straight to my garage. It always amazed me how gracious and fluidly her body moved. It was beautiful and sad at the same time because I couldn't avoid remembering how clumsy she used to be. Seth tried to jump on her back but she just turned to her left and he flew past her, landing directly over a big tree, breaking it in half. Brady threw his immense body in her right side, rolling with her for approximately a mile before they stopped but he managed to pin her to the ground in the process. She didn't try to fight or push him off her.

"Are you really going to kill me, Brady? I hope Jacob is phased and seeing all this." Bella said in her most sweet voice.

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