I'm really liking this story, which is why this chapter is up so soon, haha!

Once again, I am not Stephanie Myer and I do not own Twilight or any of the characters.


•Jacob•

I had walked out of the locker room at Forks High School after just sitting on one of the benches for awhile. The La Push football team was playing our arch-rival, Forks. These were the games that I lived for. I loved going head-to-head with those white rich kids that think they're so much better than us. Just the thought of their narcissism had me grinding my teeth together in anger.

I walked down the deserted hallway, getting my mind set on the game that would be starting in less than seven minutes. I passed locker after locker, each one more ridiculously decorated in Forks colors than the last. I really did hate being inside this school. These Forks people liked to flaunt their money—La Push had money too, we just didn't like to flaunt it like these rich punks.

One locker in particular set my teeth on edge. This locker at an annoying large scale picture of Forks star quarter back: Mike Newton. Newton and I had a history together, one I didn't like to think about too much. Naturally since he was from Forks and I was from La Push, we were very competitive—Newton took it one step further, each and every time. Nothing was good enough for him unless he was winning. Needless to say, I loved to make sure he never won.

I was rounding a corner, a corner I knew that would lead me out to the field, when I heard a sob. I stopped in my tracks and glanced over my shoulder. I had been pretty sure I was the only one in the school at this time—everyone was already outside for the football game. I had shuddering breaths and decided to turn down a hallway, instead of going out to the field. I had only made it a few steps down the hallway before I saw her.

She was sitting on the floor, with her back pressed against the locker behind her. There was a locker open above her—that I guessed was hers—and she was clutching a book bag to her chest. I knew I should have turned away and let her cry it out for herself; it sounds harsh, but I did have a football game to get to. Something in me, however, wouldn't let me leave her here. I found myself walking over to her before I could actually register what I was doing. I rationalized my odd behavior with the fact that I was a good guy and I would never leave a girl alone when she was obviously upset. Satisfied that my actions had justification, I knelt beside her and placed my hand on her shoulder.

She looked up at me, startled. I hadn't meant to scare her, but looking back, I guess I was pretty quiet, especially with her sobs filling the air. Either way, I didn't let her startled expression stop me from doing the right thing and making sure she was okay. "Hey, are you all right?" I asked in the gentlest voice I had.

She stared at me for several more moments and then swallowed, sniffed, and whispered out, "I'll be fine, I guess."

"I didn't ask if you'd be all right later, I asked if you were all right, right now."

I watched as she took her bottom lip between her teeth and start nibbling on it slightly. The action was strangely cute—it showed just how innocent and vulnerable she was right now. She let out a shuddering breath and dropped her gaze to the top of her book bag. "My boyfriend and I broke up," She whispered.

I had a feeling that this was about something like that. Not to sound sexist or anything, but girls mainly only cry because of boy troubles. "Well, you shouldn't cry. He's not—"

"Please don't give me the 'he's not worth it' speech," She cut in, her voice slightly stronger. "I know a girl should never cry over a boy, and I usually don't. It's just…this situation is…different."

My brow furrowed in confusion. "Different, how?"

She shook her head and pulled herself to her feet, quickly rearranging her bag so it hung on her shoulder. "It doesn't matter, it's over now." She stared at something in her locker for a minute—a picture taped to the inside of the locker door—before she turned to look at me. She cocked her head to the side in curiosity. "You're from La Push, aren't you?"

A chuckle slipped out of my lips. "Just noticing?"

She shrugged her shoulders slightly. "I had other things on my mind. You're playing in the football game, right?" She motioned towards my football uniform.

"Yeah," I nodded.

She smiled and then it fell from her lips. "But the game started already, didn't it?" I nodded, since there was no denying it. The game started two minutes ago—it wasn't that big of a deal. "And I'm keeping you!" She exclaimed, shutting the locker door and pulling her bag strap further up her shoulder. "I am so sorry. I didn't, I mean my problem isn't, you should've—"

As cute as her babbling was, "It's all right, being two minutes late isn't that big of a deal."

Once again, she took her bottom lip between her teeth. In the few minutes I'd known this girl, I figured out that that was her nervous habit; oddly, I kind of liked it. In fact, I kind of liked her. I didn't know why—I had known her all of five minutes and I didn't even know her name. There was just something about this girl…and it was probably the fact that she hadn't run screaming from me the moment she realized I was from La Push.

"Well, we both really should get going," She said finally, turning away from me and towards the door.

I fell into step beside her. "Are you going to the game?"

"I was, but now…" She trailed off and shook her head. "I don't really think I can watch Mike revel in all his glory right now." I stopped dead; she took a few more steps and then stopped, realizing I wasn't with her. She glanced at me over her shoulder. "What's wrong?"

"Newton's your boyfriend?" My voice was calm, but on the inside I was pounding with anger. This was another reason why I didn't like Newton: he seemed to always be a jerk to his girlfriends.

Chewing gently on her bottom lip, she turned to me and walked back to where I stood until she was standing in front of me. "Ex-boyfriend now, but yes."

I didn't know what to say, but I did know that this girl just gave me one knew reason to hate Newton. When you break up with a girl, you never leave her alone, crying in an abandoned school. I was once late to my sister's rehearsal dinner because I was comforting a girl I had just broken up with.

"Everything alright?" She asked.

"Yeah, everything's fine." I glanced at her face and an idea began to form in my mind. "I think you should come to the game."

"But—"

"Trust me when I say Newton won't be reveling in any glory tonight."


I hope you enjoyed Jacob's perspective! Next it will go back to Nessie. Please Review! Constructive criticism helps me to become a better writer :)