AN: First let me start by apologizing for not updating last night. I´ve had several late nights over the week, and yesterday, I just crashed. Nevertheless, here we are! Oh, but before I go any further, please indulge me a moment to get a few things off of my chest.

1. This is fiction ppl, there will be liberties taken that may not necessarily be accurate, but in the moment, it works for me.

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Okay, now enough with the heavy, let´s get on with the show! Who is the mystery guy!

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That's What Little Girls Are Made Of…

Chapter Sixty-Seven

BPOV

Whoever coined the phrase, 'abs of steel' definitely had this guy in mind. I'm sure flies were beginning to congregate around my gaping mouth, but I was too far gone to care. I'm guessing that I took too long to respond, because the next thing I know he's plopping down in the chair next to me.

"I'll take that as a no," the stranger chuckled in a beautiful deep baritone voice. "So, my name's Jacob, what's yours?"

"Uhh..." was all my brilliant mind could conjure up due to lack of oxygen.

"That's nice," Jacob said, clearly believing that I was mentally challenged. "So, Uhh, was it? Is that what you go by, or do you have a nickname?" His cinnamon-brown eyes twinkled with mirth at his joke, causing a sudden sense of ease to befall me.

Right then and there, I knew that this Jacob character was a cool guy.

When I finally found my voice, I suggested that we start over. "How about we try again?" I asked, feeling a bit more at ease. "My name is Isabella, but my friends call me, Bella." Offering a hand I said, "Nice to meet you Jacob."

"Nice to meet you too, Bells." Jacob flashed a toothy-grin while giving my hand a gentle, yet firm squeeze. Layover forgotten, I fell into an easy conversation with my new friend.

As destiny would have it, Jacob was headed to Chicago too. He was starting summer school and training camp for the upcoming school year, next week. Even though I was pretty sure we wouldn´t see each other often, it felt good to already know someone who would be attending school this summer.

When the voice overhead announced our flight, and first-class started boarding, I was surprised to see Jake, as he preferred to be called, amble up beside me. "Ha, you can´t get rid of me that easy! So what´s it gonna be, Small Fry, window or aisle?" The way his beautiful white teeth, contrasted with his creamy reddish-brown russet skin, made him absolutely beautiful.

Of course, I would never tell him that!

Standing at well over six feet, and built like a wrecking machine, I highly doubted that he would approve of being called beautiful. Jacob and I spent the entire flight getting to know one another. He was actually from a small Indian reservation in Hoquiam.

What a small fucking world!

Like me, he was an only child, but where I was raised by my father, he only had his mother. Lucky for him, the elders of his tribe had taken him under their wing, everyone was extremely proud of him and had all pitched in to help send him to college.

A warm ray of sunshine described Jacob Black the best, not one moment of our time spent together felt awkward. It even felt natural when we plotted to get more food by opting to choose different dishes and share. In the short time that we´d known each other; we´d developed a really strong bond.

When the plane touched down in Chicago, I felt a pang of sadness that he would be going his way, and I would be going mine.

A large man dressed from head-to-toe in Northwestern gear was waiting at the luggage carrousel with a sign that had Jacob´s name on it. "Well, Small Fry," he grinned, but it didn't reach his eyes. "I guess I'll see you around."

"I guess so," I muttered, avoiding eye contact. I hated that I sounded so unsure and pathetic.

Gee, Swan, can't you at least try and pretend you've had friends before!

"Aww...don´t be like that," Jacob chuckled, giving my shoulder a nudge. "We´ll see each other around campus. As a matter-of-fact, give me your phone." Passing him my cell, he programmed in his number and called his phone. "Okay, got it," he muttered. Then surprising the hell out of me, Jake leaned down and gave me a kiss on the cheek, and walked away, leaving a blushing pile of mush in his wake. Over his shoulder he called with a smirk, "See you around, Bells."

Placing my hand on my rosy colored cheek that still tingled from his lips, I whispered, "See you around, Jacob Black." I stood, staring in the direction he went long after he´d disappeared.

"Sooo, Bella, who was that?" I looked up just in time to see none other than Alice Brandon settle next to me with a flourish.

"Uhh..." For the second time today, my brain malfunctioned.

Yeah Bella, who was that?

Fucking conscience, they´re so overrated!

Oookay... for those of you who guessed, Jacob, Kudos! And, for those of you who guessed, Emmett, well, all I can say is, "Why didn´t I think of that?" Lol!

More later...

Krazi

xoxo