Summary: What if the Twilight Saga was re-written with Jacob as the Protagonist? What if instead of Bella being the new girl in Forks High it was Jacob? What would happen when the wolf warrior and the cold one parts crossed and their destiny was already written? Would the two of them be able to co-exist in peace? Or will they be torn apart.

Pairings: Jacob/Edward

Disclaimer: So I just got to thinking what if instead of the whole Twilight Saga being surrounded around Bella and Edward it was Jacob and Edward. To me it would be so much more drama. Vampire/Werewolf much more interesting that Vampire/Human. I take no credit for this work. It's all Stephenie Meyer ... I just decided to twist it. I own nothing.

Notes: This story was started on a profile Slash is the Way by my friend and it got nowhere. He said he was never going to finish and gave up on it completely it so he gave it to me. So I'm re-writing it and hopefully I will finish it. However, I am respecting his wishes to keep the plot as close to the book as possible. If it was me I would change it but a friend's a friend. So, there will be a lot of differences but as requested it will stick as close to the original Twilight plot as possible.

If I had to wait on my Beta this story would never get published so all errors are mine.

I hope it doesn't suck.

Chapter II

Cullen

The next day was even better.

It actually wasn't raining, yet, though the clouds were dense and opaque. Mike came to sit by me in English, and walked me to my next class, with Eric glaring at him the whole time. That was both flattering and just plain weird. People still stared at me as much as they had yesterday, however it wasn't as obvious. I sat with a big group at lunch that included Mike, Eric, Jessica, Angela and several other people whose names and faces I was now starting to remember.

It was an exceptionally good day because Edward Cullen wasn't in school at all. All morning I was anticipating lunch. After how he stormed out yesterday I had no idea how Edward would react to me wanting to confront him again, this time demanding to know what his problem was. But when I walked into the cafeteria with Jessica and Angela, I saw that his four siblings of sorts were sitting together at the same table, and he was not with them.

His sister, Rosalie, glared at me even more than the day before. I swore I heard her mutter "We don't want you here mutt" at me when she walked by me to get to the bin. I chose to ignore her. I was even more convinced now that it was definitely a family issue.

I found it easy to pay attention in Biology without Edward next to me. I could actually find myself enjoying this class.

When the school day was finally done, I changed quickly and hurried from the boys' locker room and walked swiftly out to the parking lot. It was crowded now with fleeing students. I got in my truck and dug through my bag to make sure I had what I needed.

Last night I'd discovered that Billy couldn't cook for shit instead depending heavily on Sue Clearwater to provide him with food so I requested that I be assigned kitchen detail for the duration of my stay. Mom couldn't cook either and I was forced to learn in order to survive on something other than takeout. Luckily I actually enjoyed cooking and it was no hassle. Since Billy couldn't cook he saw no need to keep actual food in the house. So I had my shopping list and the cash I had saved from little jobs I had in New York and I headed to the Triftway. I was going to need to get a job somewhere in Forks in order to continue buying food sine Billy couldn't actually work.

The Thriftway was not far from the school, just a few streets south, off the highway. It was nice to be inside the supermarket; it felt normal. I did the shopping at home, and I fell into the pattern of the familiar task gladly.

When I got home, I called out for Billy but got no answer. As I went to unloaded all the groceries, I saw a note that Billy had stuck on the fridge stating that he was out fishing with Harry and would be home about six. I took the food I had bought out of the bags and began stuffing them in wherever I could find an open space knowing that Billy wouldn't mind. I wrapped potatoes in foil and stuck them in the oven to bake, covered a steak in marinade and balanced it on top of a carton of eggs in the fridge.

When I was finished with that, I took my book bag to my room and dumped it there before heading into the shower. After bathing, I changed into a pair of dry sweats forgoing a shirt, pulled my damp hair up into a pony-tail and was about to start on my homework when I heard a knock on the door. As far as I knew Billy wasn't expecting anyone over.

"Who is it?" I yelled.

"It's Embry. I brought some other guys over to meet you." he yelled back.

I quickly grabbed a shirt and moved to the door. I opened it to see Embry and two other guys I had seen around the rez but didn't know their names. One was shorter than Embry but had more muscles, with brown eyes, dark skin, shoulder length black hair, an impish grin. The other was obviously younger but pretty tall. He had russet colored skin as did all Quilutes and his hair is black and short.

"Hey man!" I said smiling pulling Embry into a bro hug. I was glad he stopped by. I had not had a chance to see him since he dropped me off when I had now arrived.

"Jake!" he replied just as enthusiastic "This is Quil Atera IV and the small man is Seth Clearwater. I'm baby sitting."

"I'm not a baby" Seth said just as the other said "You can just call me Quil".

I nodded at him, then turned to the younger boy."Clearwater? You're Sue's son."

"Yip and you're Billy's. I heard you were never gonna live here and that you were staying with your mom. What happened she kick you out?" Seth asked. The kid was hyper.

"No. My mom died."

"Oh shit man. Ignore Seth. He's young and dumb." Quil said.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know." Seth added just as Embry slapped him upside the head causing me to crack a smile.

"It's cool. You guys wanna come in?"

"You're not busy or anything right?" Embry asked

"I was just making some dinner and I was gonna do my homework but I could do that anytime."

"Cool." Quil said, pushing his way in. I smiled and moved to let the others in. "So how you enjoying school with the pale faces?"

I laughed "Hey it's not there fault they live in the rainiest part of America and they don't tan. It's cool though. I just wish people will stop staring at me."

"Of course people stare at you man. No one from the rez ever goes to school on the mainland." Embry said making himself home on my couch.

"Yeah yeah. I've heard, once on the rez you don't come off the rez. That's just not me man."

"We too traditional for you or something? Don't want to be part of a tribe?" Quil asked. His face was serious but I could tell from his tone he was messing with me.

Still that made me raise an eyebrow "Tribe? The Quileutes are an actual tribe? With legends and everything?" the other three nodded and I laughed "Oh my God, no."

"Don't hate." Seth said.

"I'm not" I said still laughing "It's just wow. No wonder people stare."

"Why go to school at Forks High anyway?" Embry asked.

"Yeah? There Sophmore year is no different than ours" Quil added.

"Except I'm a Junior."

"What? I thought you were sixteen?" Seth said

"I am. I skipped a grade. I was an advanced student up in New York."

"No wonder you rather hang out with the pale faces." Embry laughed.

"Nah. I prefer hanging with you guys. Yhall are cool."

"Even me." Seth asked, bouncing up and down where he sat.

"Yeah kid. Even you." I smiled.

Just then Billy came home. Hanging with the guys I'd lost track of the time. I hurried to the kitchen to take the potatoes out and put the steak in to broil.

"Jacob?" Billy called out when he came in.

"I'm in the kitchen. Seth, Embry and Quil came over."

"And we were just leaving" said Embry as they moved to the door. "Later Jake. Bye Mr Black."

"Later" I said to all three as they walked out and then moved back into the kitchen.

"What's for dinner?" Billy asked.

"Steak and potatoes," I answered.

"I haven't had that in years" he said, and he looked pleased.

He moved into the living room to watch TV while I worked. We were both more comfortable that way. I made a salad while the steaks cooked.

I took his dinner out to him when it was ready, plopping on the couch next to him, and he sniffed appreciatively taking in the aroma.

"Smells good, Jake."

"Thanks."

We ate in silence for a few minutes. It wasn't uncomfortable but I raked my brain for something to say. As much as I was living here for the next two years the least I could do was give Billy a chance. He hadn't actually given me a reason to hate him outside of what my mother told me. It wouldn't hurt to actually get to know my father. All that was easier said than done however. I had no idea what to say to him. Luckily he spoke before I had to.

"So, how did you like school? Have you made any friends?" he asked as he was taking seconds.

"Well, I have a few classes with a girl named Angela who is really shy and nice. Then there's Jessica who's more outgoing, Eric is a bit weird but he's still cool and Mike is a great bro. I sit with their friends at lunch. Everybody seems pretty nice and friendly." With one outstanding exception.

"That's good to hear. Not many people from the mainland interact with us, so I'm glad you found people you get along with."

I nodded my agreement. I wondered if he would know anything about the one person I didn't get along with "Do you know the Cullen family?" I asked hesitantly.

Billy froze, fork midway to his mouth "The Cullens." he spat. "I know them. Stay away from them Jacob."

I was surprised at the sheer hostility in his voice. I know they were a bit weird but I wondered what they could do to warrant this reaction. "Why? What's wrong with them."

"You won't understand. Not yet. Just stay away! You hear me?"

"I hear you. I'm just curious."

"Did you speak to them?" he looked as though he was going to rip my head off if I said yes.

"I don't see how that matters."

"Jacob!" he warned.

"No Billy. I haven't spoken to them. They don't exactly hang out with anyone other than themselves."

"Have they spoken to you?" he asked as if he knew I was able to make that distinction and I was. I never spoke to the Cullens but that blonde did talk to me.

"Only one of them and it was a snide comment that didn't make sense so it doesn't matter."

"What was it?"

I sighed "The blonde girl, Rosalie, when she was passing said 'we don't want you here mutt' but it doesn't make sense so it's no big deal."

If it was possible Billy's face hardened even more. "Listen to me carefully Jacob. I know I haven't been in your life for the last sixteen years and I have no right to try to control it but just for me, whatever you do, stay away from the Cullens. Promise me that."

He looked serious and even though I couldn't see what the big deal was I relented "I promise."

"Good" he nodded and went back to his meal.

We lapsed back into silence as we finished eating. He cleared the table while I started on the dishes. He went back to the TV, and after I finished washing the dishes I went to my room to finally start my homework. I could feel a tradition in the making.

The rest of the week was uneventful. I got used to the routine of my classes. Embry and Quil came over every evening, taking the time to show me around the rez and introduce me to everyone. By Friday I was able to recognize, if not name, almost all the students at school and I knew everyone on the reservation.

Edward Cullen didn't come back to school which was a good thing. After that conversation with my dad I wasn't ready to explain to him that Edward was my lab partner. Not to mention the all the elders on the reservation had a problem with the Cullens but refused to share the secret. "The Cullens don't come here" was the only thing I was able to get out of them which wasn't much. Barely anyone who wasn't Quileute came out here.

Lunchtime I spent with the group who had become my friends. The current topic was a trip to the La Push Ocean Park in two weeks that Mike was putting together. I agreed to go on the only condition that I could bring Embry, Quil and my other Quileute friends.

My first weekend in Forks passed without incident. Spent most of it with Embry and Quil and when I wasn't with them I was cleaning the house and getting ahead on my homework.

People greeted me in the parking lot Monday morning. I waved back and smiled at everyone. It was colder this morning and I hoped it was going to snow. In English, Mike took his accustomed seat by my side. We had a pop quiz on Wuthering Heights. It was straightforward, very easy.

All in all, I was feeling a lot more comfortable than I had thought I would feel by this point. More comfortable than I had ever expected to feel here. People had long stop staring at me and I no longer felt out of place. When we walked out of class, the air was full of swirling bits of white. I could hear people shouting excitedly to each other. The wind bit at my cheeks, my nose.

"Wow," Mike said. "It's snowing."

I looked at the little cotton fluffs that were building up along the sidewalk and swirling erratically past my face.

"Man I love snow." I said smiling

Mike laughed. And then a big, squishy ball of dripping snow smacked into the back of his head. We both turned to see where it came from. I had my suspicions about Eric, who was walking away, his back toward us - in the wrong direction for his next class. Mike apparently had the same notion. He bent over and began scraping together a pile of the white mush. I laughed just as he launched the ball at Eric's head hitting right on target.

Throughout the morning, everyone was participating in a snowball fight. No one was safe. Even the teachers were throwing white balls of fluff at each other. I spent lunch outside with Mike, Eric, Tyler and the others who had formed teams and were now having and all out snow ball war.

I felt snow smack me at the side of my face and I turned to see who had thrown it. The only ones in the direction were the Cullens. All five of them. They were laughing. Edward, Jasper, and Emmett all had their hair entirely saturated with melting snow. Alice and Rosalie were leaning away as Emmett shook his dripping hair toward them.

There was no one else around them so I had no idea where that snowball came from. I ignored it and continued playing with Mike and the others. When lunch was over we all let of a groan of disappointment and moved to head to our classes. Mike jogged over to me side.

"Edward Cullen is staring at you man," he said. I had told Mike I was gay when he asked why Eric hated him all of a sudden and Mike made it his personal mission to point of every guy in Forks High to me. It was annoying yet cool. I had never had a straight guy friend who was cool with me before and Embry and the others on the rez didn't know yet so they didn't count. Mike was also the only one I told about Edward's hostility to me and my dad's blatant hate of the family. Mike seemed to get it in his head that I had a crush on Edward, which no.

"Are you serious?," I asked trying to not turn around to see if Mike was telling the truth.

"Yeah. It's weird. They usually don't take on anyone but themselves. But he's still staring at you." he wiggled his eyebrows "Maybe he likes you"

"Stop looking at him," I hissed.

He snickered, and playfully punched my shoulder but he looked away.

Once inside the classroom, I saw with relief that my table was still empty. Mr. Banner was walking around the room, distributing one microscope and box of slides to each table. Class didn't start for a few minutes, and the room buzzed with conversation. I kept my eyes away from the door, doodling idly on the cover of my notebook.

I heard very clearly when the chair next to me moved, but my eyes stayed carefully focused on the pattern I was drawing. It was the Quileute crest.

"Hello," said a quiet, musical voice.

I looked up, only because I was stunned that he was speaking to me and not growling. He was sitting as far away from me as the desk allowed, but his chair was angled toward me. His hair was dripping wet, disheveled. His face was friendly, open, a slight smile on his flawless lips. But his eyes were careful.

"My name is Edward Cullen," he continued. "I didn't have a chance to introduce myself last week. You must be Jacob Black."

I turned to Mike who was not far from me eyes wide. He was no help, instead making kissy faces at the back of Edward's head. I pursed my lips and turned back around cursing Mike in my head. I remembered my promise to my father not not have any contact with the Cullens but I couldn't just be rude. Then again, after our first meeting I didn't exactly have to be polite either.

"Yeah." I said shortly not bothering to say anything else.

"It's nice to meet to Jacob." He didn't hold out his hand for me to shake but his voice was sincere.

I turned to look at him in his eyes "I don't return the sentiment." I deadpanned, then turned back to the front of the class

"Oh." He let it drop and looked away awkwardly.

Thankfully, Mr. Banner started class at that moment. I tried to concentrate as he explained the lab we would be doing today. The slides in the box were out of order. Working as lab partners, we had to separate the slides of onion root tip cells into the phases of mitosis they represented and label them accordingly. We weren't supposed to use our books. In twenty minutes, he would be coming around to see who had it right.

"Get started," he commanded.

"New guy first, partner?" Edward asked. I looked up to see him smiling a crooked smile. It made me roll my eyes.

"Or I could start, if you wish." The smile faded.

"No," I said, grabbing the first slide and pulling it towards me. "I'll go ahead."

I just wanted to get it over and done with. The less interaction the better. Luckily, I'd already done this lab, and I knew what I was looking for. It should be easy. I snapped the first slide into place under the microscope and adjusted it quickly to the 40X objective. I studied the slide briefly.

"Prophase." I said sounding disinterested but I was confident I was correct.

"Do you mind if I look?" he asked as I began to remove the slide. His hand caught mine, to stop me, as he asked. His fingers were ice-cold, like he'd been holding them in a freezer stuck in a snowdrift before class. But that wasn't why I jerked my hand away so quickly. When he touched me, it felt as if an electric current had passed through us and it wasn't exactly unpleasant.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, pulling his hand back immediately. However, he continued to reach for the microscope.

"What? You don't think I'm smart enough to correctly identify anything."

"I didn't say that. I just want to check."

I rolled my eyes again and moved my hand in a rolling motion as if to say 'check away'. He examined the slide for an even shorter time than I had.

"Prophase," he agreed, writing it neatly in the first space on our worksheet.

"Like I said." I said sarcastically.

He looked at me with an expression that could only be described as a mix of exasperation and fondness. He swiftly switched out the first slide for the second, and then glanced at it cursorily.

"Anaphase," he murmured, writing it down as he spoke.

I made sure my voice sounded smug. "Can I check?"

He smirked and pushed the microscope to me.

I looked through the eyepiece eagerly, only to be disappointed. Dang it, he was right. It was so looking forward to showing him up.

"Anaphase" I echoed

"Like I said." he replied without my sarcasm.

I rolled my eyes. If I continued like this the was a high probability that my eyes would roll out my head "Slide three?" I held out my hand without looking at him.

He handed it to me; it seemed like he was being careful not to touch my skin again.

I looked at this slide just as I did the first.

"Interphase." I shoved the microscope to him before he could ask for it. He took a swift peek, and then wrote it down. I had half a mind to write it down while he looked but his handwriting was so much neater than mine and I didn't want to spoil the page.

We were finished before anyone else was close. I could see Mike and his partner comparing two slides again and again, and another group had their book open under the table.

Which left me with nothing to do. Edward was continuously staring at me which was unnerving. I tried to ignore him but I couldn't. He was staring at me, that same inexplicable look of frustration in his eyes. Seriously what was this guy's issue. He needed to stop.

Just then Edward averted his eyes and I swore I heard him mumble sorry. The air around us was still awkward and I couldn't take it. I knew I promised my dad I wouldn't talk to any of the Cullens but this silence was getting to me.

"Did you get contacts?" I blurted out, just looking for something to say.

He seemed puzzled by my unexpected question. "No."

"Are you sure?" I insisted. "The last time you were growling at me your eyes were black. Now they're sort of gold."

He looked at me anger marring his features, shrugged, and looked away. His hands were clenched into hard fists again.

Mr. Banner came to our table then, to see why we weren't working. He looked over our shoulders to glance at the completed lab, and then stared more intently to check the answers.

"So, Edward, didn't you think Jacob should get a chance with the microscope?" Mr. Banner asked.

"Actually, he identified three of the five." Edward replied. He sounded oddly proud as if me completing a lab was that much of an achievement.

Mr. Banner looked at me now; his expression was skeptical.

"Have you done this lab before?" he asked.

I smiled sheepishly. "Not with onion root."

"Whitefish blastula?"

"Yeah."

Mr. Banner nodded. "Were you in an advanced placement program in New York?"

"Yes."

"Well," he said after a moment, "I guess it's good you two are lab partners." He mumbled something else as he walked away. After he left, I began doodling on my notebook again, aiming to finish the crest I had started.

"Nice drawing." Edward commented and I nodded in response not really wanting to get into small talk.

"So, Is this your first time in Forks?" Edward asked. I had the feeling that he was forcing himself to make small talk with me.

"Yeah, it is," I answered honestly, leaving it at that. I wish he would leave me alone.

"Do you like it?" he continued. He seemed determined to get me to talk.

"It doesn't suck."

"But you don't like it?"

"Forks isn't my favorite place on earth."

"Why did you come here, then?"

No one had asked me that here, not straight out like he did, demanding. Not even Embry or any of the others on the reservation.

"It's... complicated."

"I think I can keep up," he pressed.

Didn't this guy know when to stop. "My mother died," I forced out. I really didn't want to talk about this. Not in a crowed classroom and definitely not with Edward fucking Cullen.

"I'm sorry for your lost," he was suddenly sympathetic. "When did that happen?"

"A little over a month ago." My voice sounded sad, even though I tried to be strong.

"So you moved here …" he trailed off phrasing it as a question.

I sighed deeply. Was I really gonna tell this moron my life story? Maybe If I did he'd leave me the hell alone.

"No, I moved to Hawaii with my sister but she doesn't like me and she didn't want me to stay. So she called my dad, who I hadn't met until a week ago mind you, and here I am."

"But why are you here?," Edward asked. He sounded confused.

"I just told you that." I said annoyed

"No, I mean here at Forks High. Why not stay and go to school on the reservation? I was under the impression that Quileutes weren't allowed to leave."

I couldn't fathom his interest, but he continued to stare at me with penetrating eyes, as if my dull life's story was somehow vitally important.

I sighed again "Wishing you never met me?" I said with a dry laugh not expecting an answer "They're not. But I'm not Quileute. At least not the way it matters. My dad let me leave and go to school here because I'm not one of them. I don't belong in that tribe. Not really." I was sounding sad again and I was surprised I was. I just realized that my heritage meant something to me and not knowing anything about it, not being part of it, hurt. I couldn't change it now though and I was still looking forward to leaving in two years. I continued my drawing.

"I think you're more Quileute than you realize." he sounded disappointed by his statement.

"I think you're wrong" I said shaking my head at him.

"I know I'm not." he looked positive

His gaze became appraising. "You know, you put on a good show," he said slowly. "But I'd be willing to bet that you're suffering more than you let anyone see."

I turned to him disbelieving. Who the hell this guy was thinking he could tell me how I did and did not feel. I said nothing.

"Am I wrong?" he asked

I ignored him.

"I didn't think so," he murmured smugly.

"Why does it matter to you?" I snapped at him.

"That's a very good question," he muttered, so quietly that I wondered if he was talking to himself. I chose to ignore him either way.

I shook my head annoyed. I should've listen to Billy and just pretended Edward Cullen didn't exist.

"Am I annoying you?" he asked suddenly. He sounded amused.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Not exactly. I'm more annoyed at myself. My face is so easy to read - my mother always used to call me her open book." I frowned.

"On the contrary, I find you very difficult to read most times." Despite everything that I'd said, he sounded like he meant it.

I chose not to dwell on the statement however because that would mean Edward Cullen was trying to get a read on me.

"You must not be a good reader then," I replied.

"I usually am." He smiled widely, flashing a set of perfect, ultra white teeth.

Mr. Banner called the class to order then, and I turned with relief to listen. Edward he was leaning away from me again, his hands gripping the edge of the table with unmistakable tension. Did this guy have a multiple personality disorder or something?

I tried to appear attentive as Mr. Banner illustrated, with transparencies on the overhead projector, what I had seen without difficulty through the microscope but basically I had zoned out.

When the bell finally rang, Edward rushed as swiftly and as gracefully from the room as he had last Monday. And, like last Monday, I shook my head and thought of what an ass he was.

Mike came up to me, like he had for the past week, after class.

"Cullen seemed friendly enough today," he commented as we shrugged into our raincoats smiling smugly and trying but failing to look innocent.

"Don't look at me like that. You know what you did." I said punching lightly causing him to laugh "I wonder what was with him last Monday."

I couldn't concentrate on Mike's chatter as we walked to Gym too busy thinking about how stupid I was talking to Edward.

After school, the rain was just a mist as I walked to the parking lot, but I was happier when I was in the dry cab. I got the heater running, unzipped my jacket, put the hood down, and fluffed my damp hair out so the heater could dry it on the way home and I wouldn't catch a head cold. Maybe I should cut my hair. It was growing excessively long but I did like my man buns.

I looked around me to make sure it was clear and then made the long drive back to the rez.

Notes: So that be Chapter 2. As I said before I'm trying to keep it as close as the book as possible but yet different. Jacob isn't Bella. He isn't as shy or reserved or as dumb. He's also a werewolf, not that he knows that. Poor boy doesn't even know the legends. Chapter 3 be coming soon. Thanks to all of you who are reading and those of you who favored this story. I hope it doesn't suck.

I'm going to try and update weekly. So hopefully next week chapter 3 will be up.