I woke up the next morning at 6 am sharp
I woke up the next morning at 6 am sharp. It was a Monday and I needed to get ready for school. I ate a big breakfast. I had a feeling today was going to be an important one, and I wanted my energy.
I got my book-bag together and wished my family a good day as I walked out the door, although no one was considerate enough to wish me a good day. That is the problem with having such a huge family. No one ends up caring.
I made my way down the familiar streets on the route to my high school. Listening to my iPod, I walked briskly and hummed along. The sun began rising higher and higher above the horizon, and I knew it was going to be another beautiful day. I walked up to the premises of my small town high school. The leaves on the trees were green and full and five or six other students walked up the path towards the two main doors.
"Jocelyn!"
I turned around to see Sarah, my best friend, come running up the path. I smiled at her. It was actually amusing watching her struggle up the hill with a heavy backpack weighing her down. But I guess I looked just as ridiculous.
"So how was your birthday dinner?" she asked as we walked through the doors, still breathing heavily from the steep walk.
"It was okay. Boring, as usual," I replied. Somehow, I thought leaving the odd man out was a good idea.
We quickly reached our lockers. The school was so small it had only taken us a minute to cross the entire building. I grabbed my books for Honors Chemistry and walked over to Sarah's locker. We had no classes together so we enjoyed spending as much time together as possible. We sat down on the cold floor and began to chat about classes and girl stuff when the warning bell rang. We both got up and smiled.
"See you at lunch," she shouted from down the hall.
"Have fun in gym!" I yelled back and she groaned. Gym first block would be the worse.
I made my way through the crowded hall to my Chemistry room. When I entered, students had already been preparing for class. Daniel Parker came over to me.
"Hey Jocelyn," he purred, trying to sound alluring.
"Hey stupid," I said in the same tone, and I pushed my way past him to my desk in the back of the room. Students shuffled in one by one, gossiping and checking each other out. So typical. Since I saw no need to socialize with this people, I turned to a blank page in my notebook and began doodling.
"Attention class." The teacher called out in a loud voice. "We have a new student in our class." Did she say new student? Its the end of the year. Why would anyone transfer now?
Several of the girls gasped and other began whispering in hushed voices.
"Ohmygod. Do you see him. He is sooooo hot. I would so do that kid!"
Okay, so now I was curious. I lifted my gaze from my paper to the front of the room. There he was. Standing there, towering over the teacher, a little old lady from Brooklyn. He was staring right at me. I blushed and looked down, a knee-jerk reaction.
"Class, this is Jacob Black. He moved here all the way from Forks Washington," the teacher squeaked in that little old lady way. Liar. I saw him just yesterday in New York City. My heart beat faster in remembering last night.
Chemistry class went by slowly. I could feel Jacob's gaze on me all period and I had no idea what to do. Sure, I had boyfriends before, but none of them put that much attention on me. I felt out of place.
The bell rang and I jumped from my chair and started jamming books into my bag. I swung it over my shoulder and literally ran out the door. I wasn't sure how much more of this I could handle.
The rest of my morning classes went by well. Jacob was in none of them. Of that I was happy. I made my way to my locker to grab my lunch and Social Studies books. As I was locking it a figure leaned against the locker next to mine.
"Hey," his husky voice startled me. I jumped and dropped my books on my foot.
"Shit!" I bent down to collect them, wincing at the pain in my foot. Jacob bent down to help.
"I am so sorry. I didn't think I would scare you like that. Are you okay? Do you need me to take you to the nurse? To the emergency room?"
I snorted. "I just dropped a pile of books on my foot, not a sledgehammer."
He blushed at my comment and stood up, offering me his hand. "Sorry. I have a... or had a friend... that can't... or couldn't... walk without landing in the ER."
"Thats okay," I said, pulling myself up. "We can't all be perfect." He shrugged, still holding on to my hand. It was warm, like he had just placed it in an oven. I liked it. A lot. It was sweet.
"Can I walk you to lunch?" he asked, sounding nervous. I giggle, surprised at myself.
"Of course." We walked in silence for a couple of seconds. "Wait... how did you know I have lunch next?"
He stopped in his tracks, causing me to stop to. His grip on my hand was like iron. "Uh..."
"You know what? Scratch that. I'm not sure I want to know." He smiled, relaxing, and we continued walking. "So you're in what grade?"
"Sophomore." Now I stopped.
"WHAT? There is no way your fifteen."
"I'm actually going to be seventeen in September. I was held back a year."
"A year."
"Yes."
"You do realize you could pull off twenty-five, right?"
He leaned in and whispered into my ear. "I guess that means you and I are going clubbing sometime." I involuntarily shivered, much to his delight.
We walked into the cafeteria, still holding hands. Everyone turned to look at us. Okay, so I know Jacob is huge, but I honestly didn't think he would draw this much attention. A pin dropping could have been heard from across the cafeteria. I wanted to get to my table as quickly as possible. I began pulling Jacob through the room, trying to ignore the dirty comments. We sat down at my table.
"Does that bother you?"
"Does what bother me?"
"The attention."
"No."
"Okay. Because I like it." I blushed. "I have to go buy lunch now," he said.
"Okay."
"That means you have to let go of my hand."
"Oh." Reluctantly, I let his hand go. I swear I heard him laugh to himself under his breath.
Sarah came skipping over to my table. "Soooooo. Who's the hotty?"
"His name is Jacob Black." A fork clattered onto the table and the people sitting to my right stopped talking.
Caytie spoke first. "Jacob Black?"
"Yes?"
"Jocelyn," said Sarah, "think. Jacob Black."
"OH," I started, every head at the table was looking in my direction, "MY," Andrea started laughing, "GOD!"
Sarah giggled. "It took you that long to figure it out? He is huge."
"But that book - its not real. It can't be real. Can it?" He must have been out with his pack last night. What were they celebrating?
"Can what?" asked Jacob, as he sat down. My entire table oogled at him. "What?" he asked, confused. "Do I have something on my face?"
"Can I talk to you?" I mumbled.
"Of course."
"Alone," I glared at my friends.
They got up. Mary sniffed at me. "Its a free country."
"Jacob Black," I said, once they left.
"Yes?"
"Are you a werewolf?" He stood there looking at me with a look of horror.
