Author's Note: So this chapter's short, yet significantly longer than the prologue! Remember, you're free to suggest a name for our main character! She's in need of one!

Disclaimer: I own the main character, who is nameless.

I have decided that although Jacob Black is one of the best looking boys in my grade, he still needs help. I have concluded this (and the fact that he will most likely evolve into some sort of pedophile in the future) by putting these pieces of the puzzle together:

1: He is friends with everyone but never hangs out with anyone. Sketchy if you ask me.

2: He has pictures of himself and a very young girl stuck all over his locker, much the same way that a normal high school boy would have pictures of porn stars posted up.

And 3: He does this weird thing where he tries to discreetly smell everybody. He doesn't think people notice, which is probably true except for the fact that when you have no social life or friends, like me, you tend to observe these things.

I have also come to realize that he might be kind of a creeper. Although I have no proof of this yet. But I'll find some I'm sure.

I mean, how can the kid not be some creep if he rushes out of school with no intent of hanging out with any of his friends? Sure he probably has other friends at the reserve or wherever he used to go to school before he came to this high school, but he leaves in a hasty desperation every day. Sometimes he shoves people into lockers to get out, and that kid is strong.

I'm sitting at home and counting the drops of water that drip from our rain gutter. I've lost count at least a million times. My mom pops her head into my room, eyes too wide for a normal person, but this is my mom, and she's certainly not normal. She proves this statement by suggesting I play outside. She's crazy. I am not a child anymore, therefore I do not play outside; plus it's raining.

I say "no" and hold back a rude hand gesture that I very much want to make.

In the end it turns out she wasn't worried about my well being at all when she told me to go outside. Instead she just wanted me to escort my brother on his walk over to his friend's house. I can't believe my brother, the booger picking Trekkie, has more friends than I do. God forbid the kid walk by himself. The worst that could happen to him is the Mother ship will pick him up, but knowing the boy, he'd spread his arms wide and yell "Beam me up Scottie!"…even thought that's not Star Trek…or is it? I don't know! Does it matter?

On the way home I decide to cut through the woods because it's only lightly misting under the trees rather than showering down. I have my hands shoved in the pockets of my rain jacket and my hood pulled over my curls. There's no point in even trying to straighten my hair in this part of the country.

I don't even notice there's someone behind me until I randomly glance over my shoulder and see her there. I raise one of my eyebrows. "Hi?"

She's got her eyes set on me in a carnivorous fashion and goosebumps rise on my arms. The girl's fingers are twitching as she crouches down, as if to pounce.

"Did you need something?" I ask rudely. Maybe the reason I have no friends is because everything I say ends up sounding rather harsh.

A malicious grin spreads across her marble face and she licks her lips, the same way my dad does when he's just caught sight of a particularly good looking prime rib or something else delicious. And she still has not answered my question, which really irritates me god damn it!

"Look—" I begin, but before I can even get the second word out she leaps the ten or so feet between us and grabs my wrist. Hard. "Shit!" I squeak out. "What the—OW!" She lunges her face at my neck, but stops abruptly and jerks her head to look off to the side, into the woods where a low grumble is emanating, and she snarls. "Let go dude!" I yell, trying to yank away, but she doesn't budge. At all. Which is odd. And her hand is horribly cold, like it's been plunged in a bucket of ice for too long.

A fierce growl comes form the woods and I stare, nearly as wide eyed as my mother, as a mammoth dog-like thing springs out amazingly quick from the underbrush and attacks the girl in front of me, crushing her into the ground.

She cries out, but it doesn't sound like she's in pain; she's just pissed. But finally my limp wrist is free! It seems broken, but I'm not exactly a doctor, and it's too cold from the woman's hand to tell if it even hurts. Plus I'm distracted by the bizarre event in front of me. The girl is putting up as good a fight as the dog. I'm fairly certain it's not normal for a young woman to be as strong as a wild, gigantic dog…

It's then that I realize I should be helping one of them. Which one I haven't yet decided, but I can't just stroll away whistling, so I shout "Hey!" trying to distract the animal from consuming the stalker. I know that sounds weird, but I couldn't just let the beast eat her, even if she did act rabid. "Hey! HEY!"

From behind me I hear a voice. "What's going—" I spin around to see Jacob Black glaring at the two on the forest floor. He looks angry and shocked at the same time.

"Jake!" I'm taken aback at myself; I've never really spoken to Jacob Black, and yet here I am, using his nickname to address him in the middle of the woods as a dog—massive in size—and a girl—too strong not to be on steroids—roll around trying to kill each other. I flail my left hand—"Ow!"—and decide to gesture with my other un-hurt arm instead. "Shouldn't we call—"

"Lemme see your wrist," he interrupts casually as the girl screams, this time in agony, making me jump and turn my head.

Jacob catches my face in his warm hand. "Don't look. Now let me see your arm." He grabs up my hand, poking and prodding.

"But—ow—"

"You need to see a doctor, c'mon," he instructs, leading me away from the fight.

"But—"

"I was either her killing you, or him killing her," he spits out. I shut up. For about a second.

"What? Him? How do you know it's a him? And she was going to kill me?" Why the hell did that girl or whatever she was want to kill me? I mean, sure, I've illegally downloaded songs and occasionally jay-walked, but that shouldn't merit the death penalty now should it? I begin to hyperventilate, stopping dead in my tracks.

Jake gives me a withering glance. "Oh for heaven's sake. Come on."

"No! What—hey!"

Jacob Black has swept me off my feet. Literally. And so I kick him. And it doesn't work. In fact it's quite painful. "If you do that again, you'll probably end up with a broken foot too," he warns me with a chuckle. How can he chuckle?! Did he not just see what was taking place in the woods?

"What the hell?" I yell to nothing in particular.

"Don't worry," Jake reassures me. "We're close to Dr. Cullen's house. He'll be able to explain things much better than I could. Hopefully."

There is the shriek of something that sounds like a dying rabbit behind us and the smell of smoke. When I wriggle in Jacob's arms to see what's going on I realize that we're already out of the woods and that Jacob is going at an unnaturally fast pace.

"The girl—"

"Carlisle can explain that too," Jake stops my question.

I give him one of my skeptical faces, one of my eyebrows raised high.

He just chuckles.

Author's Note: So that's the first legit chapter. It would be awesome if you'd leave a review! Because without reviews I can never improve, nor will I feel motivated to continue! So thanks if you do! And thanks for reading even if you don't! :D