Chapter 2- "It's not important"

Author's Note: Hey guys! Just wanted to thank you for your reviews, I appreciate the feedback guys, keep 'em coming! =) I might be editing, and adding/changing things for this story every so often, so please, bear with me as I try to make this story as interesting as I possibly can.

Disclaimer:

I do not own Twilight in any way shape or form. All credit goes to Stephanie Meyers. However, Ray is all mine. The title 'Love Story' doesn't belong to me either, it belongs to Taylor Swift. I love that song. Ha-ha!

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"Yeah, I am fine." I finally said. I was staring into a pool of dark chocolate eyes for almost a full minute before I answered. It had taken me a good while before I could gather the thoughts in my head, and put them together to fit into a decent sentence without faltering or making myself look like an idiot.. I was mostly too busy gawking at a very good looking Native American boy to make my brain work the way I wanted it to.

"Are you sure?" he asked me slightly raising his eyebrow. His eyes had never left mine, and for a brief moment I wondered just who would win this staring contest between us.

"Yeah. I was just clearing my mind; I come here a lot to think." I was still staring at him, but my eyes were no longer glued to his. I was examining the rest of his features without even thinking twice about it. Guess I lost this round.

He was barely dressed; Only in a pair of old cut-off jeans. It was summer after all, and it was hot, so it made sense. His skin with a russet-brown color, stomach occupied with a six pack of abs, and long arms just as muscular as the rest of his body. He was tall; I figured if I stepped off of this rock, my gaze into his eyes would be slightly hindered because of that. I was a mere five foot six, he had to be at least six foot one or more. His hair was cropped, and dark. Strands were poking in all directions, but it wasn't in a messy kind of way.

He was simply.. Gorgeous.

When I realized just what I was doing, and exactly what I had just said in my mind, I shifted again to find a more comfortable position than the one I was in, but the action was quickly stopped when the sound of a small splash met my ears. Crap. I peeked over the side of the rock I was seated on only to catch sight of my flip flops thrashing between two rocks, threatening to be whisked away by the next current.

I inwardly rolled my eyes; Count on me to do something like this when a hot guy was in my presence. He didn't seem to mind though. His face was pretty readable to me, and it kind of freaked me out that I could do that. Aside from the fact that he was pretty much the epitome of a God, I could see that my words hadn't convinced him. That he was watching my reddened eyes, and soaked sweatpants, taking that as evidence that what I had told him was false.

I could also tell that he was amused.

His dark eyes followed mine to the flip flops in the water, and as I reached down to grab them, I could see a crooked smirk form on his lips. It was something that made me want to stop mid-stretch to look at instead of being royally pissed that he thought my inconvenience was funny. His smirk tugged at my heart strings as if they were the strings of a puppet, and as instantly as that thought came to mind, I shook it out of my head, and focused. There was no way I could be thinking about a guy this way when I didn't even know his name.

I was having a lot of trouble grasping my footwear, but before I could finally reach down, after many failed attempts, to grab them, the male was there, extending a long, muscular arm, and wrapping his large fingers around my shoes without much trouble.

The action made his bicep flex, and I could see the blue veins slightly bulge outward. Oh lord. I was starting to get weak in the knees. Good thing I was sitting down. I lifted my eyes only to find that he was standing directly in front of me with one quick, swift movement, holding my flip flips in one hand while his other rested on the rock right next to my leg. He was smiling now, and I could swear that my heart was faltering with the closeness between us, and the brightness of his smile.

"Uhm- Thanks." I said as I reached out my hand for my flips flops. My fingers brushed against his, and I found myself jerking my hand away before I could grab them; Like a reaction when you burn yourself with fire. His skin was hot, and that, for some reason made me worry.

"Yeah, no problem." His smile twitched slightly as he caught my reaction, but he was still calm about it. The smile never really faded from his lips.

I passed it off as nothing. It was hot outside. He'd probably been out in the sun for most of the day. I reached out again, and grabbed them this time.

"So you said you come here a lot to think." Were the next to words to come out of his mouth, and I could feel my heart accelerate as he spoke. "How come I've never seen you here before?"

He shifted his own weight to sit down on a smaller rock near me. His one leg was bent on the same rock while the other was extended out to another. He was comfortable around me, even though I was a total stranger. That much I could tell, but I didn't blame him. I felt oddly comfortable too.

I let the words sink in for a moment before I answered. My eyes were locked on him again. He was like a magnet. We were polar opposites, and no matter how much I wanted to run the other way, I kept gravitationally pulling back to him. It was weird; Something I had never felt before, and somehow, I knew he was feeling the same way too.

I knew I shouldn't feel something like this for a guy I just met. That I'd probably be setting myself up for disappointment in the long run, but it was just something I couldn't bring myself to think about. Right now, all I wanted was someone to talk to. As much as I hid from publicity to wallow in my miserable thoughts, I knew deep down inside I just wanted to let it all out. I didn't quite understand why I was choosing him.

"Well, I used to come here a lot.. When I was younger. I haven't been here for a couple of years now."

I shifted my own weight once more gripping my flip flops tightly in my hand so not to have another mishap. I sat on the rock legs crossed underneath each other while I faced him.

"And why is that?" He asked me curiously. His eyes lifted up to meet mine again.

There was something about him that made me feel like I could tell him anything. Even though I had no idea who this guy was, or even why he was wasting his time talking to a miserable girl like me, I felt like someone had given me a truth drug, and all I could say was what was really on my mind.

"My dad didn't really like it here." He noticed the frown that formed on my lips before I could hide it, and I sighed. "I used to come down here during the summers, but a lot's changed." The last few words trailed off in a whisper, and I looked away from the beautiful stranger over my shoulder to the ocean.

He was quite for a brief moment as if he was letting me regain my composure. As if he knew just how much I was hurting inside. I looked back at him when I felt like the tears wouldn't trickle unwanted down my cheeks, and forced myself to smile at him. Like my grandfather, he didn't seem to be convinced.

"So what's your name stranger?" I said, trying to change the subject.

He chuckled softly. "Jacob; Jacob Black."

I nodded my head. I liked the name, and as pathetic as it sounded, I was already paring his last name with my name, and chuckling inwardly at the irony; Raven Black. I liked the sound of it. Shaking my head, I let my eyes look away from his to try my best to hide the heat that rushed to my cheeks tingeing them a light pink. How embarrassing.

"What about you?" he asked me after a second of silence.

I turned my head back to him, and he smiled that priceless smile that I was really starting to appreciate. He really was amazingly good looking. I couldn't bring myself to look away from him for long.

"Name's Raven Monahan, but most people just call me Ray."

"Nice to meet you, Ray."

I could feel those strings being tugged at again when I heard him speak my name. What was wrong with me? It was honestly starting to creep me out. I didn't know love. I had never experienced it. The only time I had seen it was with my parents, and I usually cringed when I got a glimpse of it. The butterfly kisses, the soft exchange of romantic words. The romantic things my dad used to do for my mother. It was all some sort of dream for me. I never thought I'd find it. Then again, how did I know I was in love with Jacob Black? I barely knew him, but it sure felt like it.. Or close to it.

"Like wise," I replied with a smirk. It was the most genuine reaction I've had in days, and I could tell he saw the truth in that one little action because the smile reached his eyes, making them twinkle in the sunlight.

I was so blown away by Jacob that I hadn't realized the silence that feel upon us. I mentally kicked myself for being such a girl.

"So.." I said, chewing on my bottom lip as I tried to think of something not-so-stupid to say. "Now that you know my reason for being here. What about you? What brings you to the beach?"

His chuckle was soft as he once again shifted his weight to a more comfortable position. When he did, his eyes met mine, and he shrugged. "Just wandering around. I come here to think a lot too."

"What's on your mind?"

I could tell I had hit a tender subject the moment his brows scrunched together, and the bright smile turned into a scowl. Immediately, I continued with, "If you don't mind me asking". I lifted my arm, and rubbed the back of my head nervously.

He didn't look at me this time, and I was tempted to hug him, and tell him that it was alright.; He could tell me anything, but then that would just be awkward. I shook the thoughts away, trying very, very hard to push them far into the back of my mind. I didn't know what I was saying. I didn't know him. He didn't know me. And yet, it felt as if I did. Like I had known him all my life.

I was so lost in my thoughts, I almost didn't catch the next words that came out of his mouth.

"It's not important."

I knew he was lying from the moment he spoke those words. They came out in a sort of smug tone, but I didn't push the subject as much as I wanted to. He didn't seem like he wanted to talk about it, and who was I to force him to do anything? I'd probably get mad if someone tried to push information out of me. He caught my pensiveness almost instantly, and his eyes finally met mine again. I couldn't lie. I was relieved that he did that. I half expected him to just get up, and walk away.

"So what brings you to La Push?"

Now he was changing the subject. I was okay with that, but the question was one I didn't really want to answer. As much as I felt like I could tell him anything, and as much as I wanted to just let all my problems out.. I still felt like I was totally ready for that question yet. So the best answer I came up with was. "It's not important."

His smile came back full force, and he slightly laughed. I couldn't help but smile too.

"Fair enough." He said with as he ran long fingers through his hair.

I didn't realize how late it was. Or how long I had been sitting on this rock until I noticed the sun was no longer directly above me. I shoved my hand in my pocket, and pulled out my cell phone to look at the time.

"Crap.."

He raised his eyebrow at me as I stuffed my phone back into the pocket of my sweatpants. I looked up at him, and noticed the questioning look on his face.

"I'm late for dinner. My grandparents want me home."

He nodded now that he finally understood why I was freaking out. He got up from his seat on the rock, and helped me down. I couldn't help but feel the butterflies in my stomach as I grabbed his warm hand, and hopped down onto the sandy beach.

"Need a ride?" he asked me as we started to make our way to the parking lot.

"Nah, I drove here." I said suddenly extremely disappointed that I drove here. He noticed my tone of voice, and chuckled.

"I'll walk you to your car then."

I nodded my head. The was good enough for me.

We walked up to my Camaro, and I could tell he was gawking at it like a kid in a candy store.

"You drive this car?"

He pointed to me, and then at the car to insinuate the words he was speaking. I nodded, and smirked as my arms crossed over my chest, and I leaned against the driver's side of the car.

"My grandfather gave it to me. It still needs some work, I'll be getting to that real soon."

His eyes lifted up to mine, and I could see the incredulous look he wore. I laughed. It startled me a bit since it had been a really long time since I had done so. He chuckled as well, and shook his head.

"Sorry.. I just don't hear those words too often. Especially coming from a girl."

I shrugged. "It's a rarity, but I know a thing or two about cars."

"I have a garage if you ever want to stop by. I could help you out with whatever you need."

I grinned at him; He was certainly making my day. "Sweet. Maybe I will."

He matched my grin, and we both stood staring at each other for a few seconds before he shoved his hands into his pockets, and shrugged.

"Guess I'll see you around then."

I nodded, and uncrossed my arms to pull out my keys. "Guess so."

With that, he gave me a short wave. I waved back before I hoped into my car, and shoved the keys into the ignition. I waved again as I backed out of the parking, and drove off. I noticed he was watching me from the rearview mirror.

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I practically ran up the stairs of my grandparents house, and opened the door. The smell of food hit my nostrils, and my stomach involuntarily growled. I didn't know I was that hungry.

"Sorry I am late." I panted as I entered the kitchen.

My grandparents were bustling about. Cleaning dishes. I felt a little guilty for missing dinner. The time just passed so quickly while I was out. I frowned just as my grandfather turned to look at me.

"It's okay, kid." His voice wasn't soft though; I knew he was lying.

"No.. It's not gramps. I feel horrible. I lost track of time. It won't happen again, I promise." I said as I started walking over to them. My grandmother turned to me, and smiled. She was so painfully nice, I was mad at her for it. I didn't deserve her hospitality.

"Go wash up, hun. I'll have a plate ready for you when you come back down."

I sighed, and nodded in defeat. My grandfather was eyeing me with a questioning look before I turned to head up the stairs. I washed up in the bathroom, and changed into my shorts, and tank top just before I was about to head down the stairs. My slender, fragile body crashed into another hard as rock one as I headed out the door, and I stumbled backwards.

My grandfather's arm reached out, and grabbed mine to keep me stable. His was as warm as Jacob's, and that slightly caught me off guard. I had never noticed the temperature of his skin before until now.

"Sorry." He said. This time his tone was soft. I blinked a couple of times before looking at him.

"Sheesh, gramps. Might want to cut down on the spinach.." I joked lightly. I didn't even hear him come up the stairs. It was like he was a ghost or something.

He silence made me slightly uncomfortable. I could tell he was thinking about something, and this was bothering him just by the way his brows crunched together, and his forehead was dented with creases.

"Can I talk to you for a moment?"

I felt myself get nervous when he asked that, and all I could do was nod before I answered with "What's up?"