A/N: Well, hell readers! Here is your long awaited chapter for 'Curly Sue and The Big Bad Wolf'. I was so surprised at how many reviews it got in such a short period of time. This is set during Breaking Dawn, after Bella and Edward leave for their honeymoon. I'm still unsure whether I'll be including the Jacob/Nessie imprint, but of course it won't be romantic if I do. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and be sure to review and tell me what you think! Happy Reading!

Chapter One.

"Damn it, come on Sally. Please turn on so I don't miss work! Please." I turned the key to my Jeep again, groaning in frustration as it didn't turn on. "Fuck, what am I going to do?" This diner job was all I had going for me at the moment. How was I going to be able to get enough money for college without a job? I pulled my hands to my face and felt myself start to tear up. What am I going to do?

A large tan hand tapped my window, causing me to jump. He motioned for me to roll down the window, which I did with reluctance. I hope I still have some pepper spray in the console.

"Can I help you?" I asked, rolling my eyes as he smiled. What was he so happy about this early in the morning? His brown eyes glistened in the gray morning, long hair cupping his face.

"You're Bella's friend, right?" Wait; Tan skin, large muscles, same big smile with pearly white teeth that I hadn't seen on many boys before. Oh, great. Bella Swan's personal lap dog has arrived. More great news for a totally great morning.

"What's it to you?" He opened his mouth to speak but I held my hand up with an annoyed sigh. "Listen, I don't have time for chit chat. My car won't start and I have to be at work in ten minutes. If you can't help me, I suggest you move your ass along."

"Feisty. Not a morning person?" He grinned again, leaning against the car door. His shirt tightened over his tricep. Jesus, even if this morning is shit, at least I have a yummy view. "I can take a look at your car for you. I am kind of really good at cars." Arrogance seeped out of his every pore. I rolled my eyes again and grabbed my bag, stepping out into the cool morning air and standing next to him.

He towered over me, to say it lightly. Gone was the gangly sixteen year old boy I had briefly met in La Push during my junior year, and what stood in his place was all tight and thick man. I felt a flush coat my cheeks and chest. I had never seen a more ripped specimen.

"So, you think you can fix Sally?"

"Sally?"

"My jeep. Her name is Sally." He lifted the hood and nodded, eyes transfixed on its internals. "I got her last year for my birthday."

"What year?"

"2000. My parents thought I should have something more safe and durable than the little bug I wanted." He snorted, curling some loose hair behind his ear.

"A bug? Really?"

"Hey, it's a great car. What do you even drive?"

"Volkswagen Rabbit. Year 86." He pointed behind himself, and I grunted. The red vehicle stood out in front of the green foliage, the sprinkling of rain pattering on the hood. "I rebuilt it myself."

"So, it seems you're really good at cars. Ever think of owning a shop?"

"Everyday. Not that it'll ever happen." I leaned against the side of Sally, folding my arms in frustration. Stupid car, stupid diner job, stupid Jacob Black and his stupid perfect body. Jacob was silent as he fiddled with my cars insides. After a while he shut the hood and rubbed his hands together. "You want the good news, or bad news first?"

"Bad, I guess." Ugh, this can't be happening right now. He grinned his pearly grin and tucked another loose hair behind his ear.

"I'm going to have to drive it back to my garage and fix the problem."

"How am I supposed to get to work?" I felt my brow furrow. Shit, mom is so not going to be happy with me missing my first day of work.

"That's the good news I was telling you about." I raised an eyebrow and waited for his response. He chuckled at me. "I'm going to drive you.