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 IV

Is This What You Call Flirting?

In my dream it was very dark, and what dim light there was seemed to be radiating from Edward's skin almost as though he was glowing. I couldn't see his face, just his back as he walked away from me, leaving me in the blackness. No matter how fast I ran, I couldn't catch up to him. When I tried to call out a doggish whine came out. I turned to look at myself in the stream and what I saw wasn't human. I tried to get a closer look but I sprang awake. I woke in the middle of the night and couldn't sleep again for what seemed like a very long time. After that, he was in my dreams nearly every night, but always on the periphery, never within reach and I always woke up after looking in any sort of reflective surface..

The month that followed the accident was uneasy, tense, and, at first, embarrassing.

My father refused to answer any questions I had about the Cullens and his reaction in the hospital. He also refused to explain to me what was happening to me when it felt like my body was exploding when he obviously knew. That little fact was conveniently left out of my medical records and no one would tell me anything. My father almost pulled me out of Forks High but I was able to convince him to let me stay. Whether that was the right choice I don't know.

To my dismay, I found myself the center of attention for the rest of that week. It didn't help that I was wearing a cast as a reminder to everyone that there was an accident. Tyler Crowley had began following me around, obsessed with making amends to me somehow. I could handle sitting at the same table at lunch with the guy but I didn't want to be buddys or anything with him. I tried to convince him what I wanted more than anything else was for him to forget all about it but he remained insistent. Eric were even less friendly toward him than he was to Mike and Mike just shot me looks of sympathy constantly.

I was constantly trying to convince people that Edward was standing right next to me and had pulled me out of the way. That was a task considering everyone else always commented that they hadn't even seen him there till the van was pulled away but unlike me they didn't suspect anything. Taking my word for the events after a bit of convincing.

I found myself actually envious of Edward as he was never surrounded by crowds of curious bystanders eager for his firsthand account. People avoided him as usual. The Cullens and the Hales sat at the same table as always, not eating, talking only among themselves. None of them, especially Edward, glanced my way anymore.

When he sat next to me in class, as far from me as the table would allow, he seemed totally unaware of my presence. Only now and then, when his fists would suddenly ball up did I wonder if he wasn't quite as oblivious as he appeared.

He wished he hadn't pulled me from the path of Tyler's van - there was no other conclusion I could come to.

The last contact I'd had with him was our talk in the hospital bathroom, though he was there, a foot away from me, every day. I watched him sometimes, unable to stop myself- from a distance, though, in the cafeteria or parking lot. I watched as his golden eyes grew perceptibly darker day by day. I had to admit. I was curious about him. One think I knew for sure was that Edward Cullen was not human but I was no closer to figuring out what he was.

I was a little weary of snow after the day of the accident, not enjoying it as much as I used to. Thankfully the snow washed away for good after that one dangerously icy day.

Jessica made me aware of another event looming on the horizon - she called the first Tuesday of March to ask me to the girls' choice spring dance in two weeks. I was curious as to why she would ask me when she knew I was gay and I found out that she was actually scared to ask the real object of her affection.

After insuring her that Mike would indeed say yes if she asked him – how could those two not see they were heads over heals for each other – I sulked the whole day. School dances weren't my thing and I didn't want to go to this one. Especially not a girls ask guys.

"You have fun with Mike," I encouraged.

The next day, Mike was practically bouncing off the walls with excitement as we walked to Biology class

"So," Mike said, smiling widly, "Jessica asked me to the spring dance."

"That's great." I was genuinely happy for him. I hoped now he would stop gushing about just how pretty she was and how much he liked the smell of her shampoo. "You'll have a lot of fun with Jessica."

"What about you man? Going to the dance?"

I laughed "Mike you're forgetting one little thing. It's girls ask guys and I don't like girls. So no, I'm not going to the dance."

"I'm sure a girl would ask you."

"I'm hoping they don't." I said sitting in my seat, ignoring Edward who was already there.

Mike perched himself at the edge of the table, ignoring Edward as well. "Okay fine. You can come with us. I'm sure Jess won't mind going as a group."

And I was sure Jessica would mind. Boys were dumb sometimes. "I'm not going to the dance at all."

"Why not?" Mike demanded.

"I'm busy."

"Doing what?" he asked incredulously

"I'm going to Seattle that Saturday," I explained. I needed to get out of town anyway - it was suddenly the perfect time to go.

"Convenient." Mike said laughing at me

"It is isn't it." I said with a smile

Mike began to walk to his desk just as Mr. Banner began talking. Edward was staring at me curiously, that same, familiar edge of frustration even more distinct now in his black eyes. Another reason I knew he wasn't human was how his eyes changed color.

I stared back, surprised, expecting him to look quickly away as he usually did. But instead he continued to gaze with probing intensity into my eyes. There was no question of me looking away.

"Mr. Cullen?" the teacher called, seeking the answer to a question that I hadn't heard.

"The Krebs Cycle," Edward answered, seeming reluctant as he turned to look at Mr. Banner.

I tried very hard not to be aware of him for the rest of the hour. I had promised my father and most importantly I had promised myself. Edward Cullen screamed danger and I did not need that in my life. When the bell rang at last, I turned my back to him to gather my things, expecting him to leave immediately as usual.

"Jacob?" His voice shouldn't have been so familiar to me, as if I'd known the sound of it all my life rather than for just a few short weeks. I don't like him I reminded myself. The fact I had to even remind myself of that should tell me something.

I turned slowly, unwillingly. I didn't want to feel what I knew I would feel when I looked at his too-perfect face. My expression was wary when I finally turned to him; his expression was unreadable. He didn't say anything.

"What? Are you speaking to me again?" I finally asked. I was annoyed at his moodswings.

His lips twitched, fighting a smile. "No, not really," he admitted.

I closed my eyes and inhaled slowly through my nose, aware that I was gritting my teeth. He waited.

"Then what do you want, Edward?" I asked, keeping my eyes closed; it was easier to talk to him coherently that way. When I looked at his face I felt like slapping him.

"I'm sorry." He sounded sincere. "I'm being very rude, I know. But it's better this way, really."

I opened my eyes. His face was very serious.

"What? That's the most dumb thing I've ever heard," I said.

"It's better if we're not friends," he explained. "Trust me."

My eyes narrowed. I'd heard that before. "Trust me Edward I agree with you there. My father hates you. Although I have no clue why, I do have some reasons of my own to not like you."

"I'm sorry" he whispered

"Sorry" I scoffed "You're so full of shit. It's too bad you didn't figure all this out earlier," I hissed through my teeth. "You could have saved yourself all this regret."

"Regret?" The word, and my tone, obviously caught him off guard. "Regret for what?"

"For not just letting that stupid van squish me. Or letting my bones explode like it felt it was going to."

He was astonished. He stared at me in disbelief.

When he finally spoke, he almost sounded mad. "You think I regret saving your life?"

"Well you regret something," I snapped "And you're not exactly Mr chatty so that's my best guess."

"You don't know anything." He was definitely mad.

"Enlighten me then."

He turned my head sharply away from me and clenched his jaw. I shook my head in disbelief then I gathered my books together, then stood and walked to the door. I swept dramatically out of the room, and stalked off to Gym without looking back.

Gym was numbing. We'd moved on to basketball and it was easy to get lost in the game and not think.

It was still a relief, when it was time to leave. I almost ran to the truck; there were just so many people I wanted to avoid. The truck had suffered only minimal damage in the accident. I'd had to replace the taillights, and if I'd had a real paint job, I would have touched that up. Tyler's parents had to sell their van for parts.

I almost had a stroke when I rounded the corner and saw a tall, dark figure leaning against the side of my truck. Then I realized it was just Eric. I started walking again.

"Hey, Eric," I called.

"Hi, Jacob."

"What's up?" I said as I was unlocking the door. I wasn't paying attention to the uncomfortable edge in his voice, so his next words took me by surprise.

"Uh, I was just wondering... if you would go to the spring dance with me?" His voice broke on the last word.

"I thought it was girls' choice," I said, too startled to be diplomatic.

"Well, yeah, but we're both guys who likes guys so I figured why not" he admitted, shamefaced.

I recovered my composure and tried to make my smile warm. "Thank you for asking me, but I'm going to be in Seattle that day."

"Oh," he said. "Well, maybe next time."

"Maybe," I said, know quite well that maybe would never come. I just couldn't see myself with Eric.

He slouched off, back toward the school. I heard a low chuckle.

Edward was walking past the front of my truck, looking straight forward, his lips pressed together. I yanked the door open and jumped inside, slamming it loudly behind me. I revved the engine deafeningly and reversed out into the aisle. Edward was in his car already, two spaces down, sliding out smoothly in front of me, cutting me off. He stopped there - to wait for his family; I could see the four of them walking this way, but still by the cafeteria. I considered taking out the rear of his shiny Volvo, but there were too many witnesses. I looked in my rearview mirror. A line was beginning to form. Directly behind me, Tyler Crowley was in his recently acquired used Sentra, waving. I was too aggravated to acknowledge him.

While I was sitting there, looking everywhere but at the car in front of me, I heard a knock on my passenger side window. I looked over; it was Tyler. I glanced back in my rearview mirror, confused. His car was still running, the door left open. I leaned across the cab to crank the window down. It was stiff. I got it halfway down, then gave up.

"I'm sorry, Tyler, I'm stuck behind Cullen." I was annoyed - obviously the holdup wasn't my fault.

"Oh, I know - I just wanted to ask you something while we're trapped here." He grinned.

I nodded wondering what couldn't wait for tomorrow lunch.

"So umm Mike told me that you weren't going to the dance and then I heard Eric was going to ask you anyway. I'm guessing you told him no so I was wondering if you would go with me?" he continued.

"You do know I'm a guy right." As far as I knew Tyler was straight.

"Yeah and I know you're gay." He leaned forward and lowered his voice to a whisper "I am too but I figure we could go in a group and only you and me would know we're together."

I laughed. Oh goody another Riley. It's a good thing I didn't like Tyler anyway. "I'm not going to be in town, Tyler."

"Yeah, Eric said that," he admitted.

"Then why -"

He shrugged. "I was hoping you were just afraid to go with another guy in such a public place."

"Look, Tyler, you're obviously not, but I'm proud of who I am and I don't care who sees me" I said, working to hide my irritation. "I really am going out of town."

"Well I'll see you." he said sounding dejected

And before I could respond, he was walking back to his car. I could feel the shock on my face. I looked forward to see Alice, Rosalie, Emmett, and Jasper all sliding into the Volvo. In his rear view mirror, Edward's eyes were on me. He was unquestionably shaking with laughter, as if he'd heard every word Tyler had said. My foot itched toward the gas pedal... one little bump wouldn't hurt any of them, just that glossy silver paint job. I revved the engine.

But they were all in, and Edward was speeding away. I drove home slowly, carefully, muttering to myself the whole way.

When I got home, I decided to make chicken enchiladas for dinner. It was a long process, and it would keep me busy. While I was simmering the onions and chilies, the phone rang.

It was Embry and he was going on about a bonfire that they were having later on the beach. Apparently it was a tradition for the Quiluetes. They would sit around a bondfire and listen to legends of their past. Only when you were a certain age you could hear the legends but everyone was invited to the cookout. I told him I would be there.

After I hung up, I tried to concentrate on dinner. I had lost track of time, so engrossed in the cooking, that I hadn't realized Billy was home until he rolled up beside me.

"So, Embry invited me to this bonfire on the beach tonight. He said it was some tradition and I told him I would go."

Billy smiled "I remember my days at the bonfire. I couldn't wait until I was invited to hear the legends but the party on the beach wasn't half bad. It's nice to see you taking part in your culture Jake" he smiled and I nodded in agreement. "I'm not going to tell you what time to come back. These things run late, but Jake, no alcohol."

I laughed "No problem. I don't drink."

"Yet." Billy mummbled but I heard him anyway. I smiled but didn't comment.

"Oh and also, I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to Seattle for the day a week from Saturday."

"Why?" He sounded surprised. Did he expect me to spend every day that I wasn't in school here. The rez was nice but there was only so many time one can visit the beach before it all feels the same.

"Well, I wanted to get few books - the library here is pretty limited - and just look around. Probably catch a movie or something."

"That truck probably doesn't get very good gas mileage," he said.

That I knew and I didn't really have money for gas but I had to get out of town for a little while. "I know, I'll stop in Montesano and Olympia - and Tacoma if I have to."

"Are you going all by yourself?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Seattle is a big city - you could get lost. Maybe you should ask Embry or Quil to go with you."

"Maybe I could ask Mike?"

Billy narrowed his eyes but said nothing. He never really complained anymore about me going to Forks High but I could tell he was still a bit antsy about me hanging with anyone who wasn't Quiluete. He needed to get over that.

"Dad, New York is five times the size of Seattle - and I can read a map, don't worry about it."

"But you're hand's still broken, you can't drive one handed."

"Yes I can. I've been driving to school and back just fine."

He relented "Okay. Just be safe. Will you be back in time for the dance?"

I had to resist face palming myself. Only in a town this small would a father know when the high school dances were. I thought I was safe since Billy never goes far from the rez but it seems he's been keeping up.

"No. I'm actually going to Seattle to avoid the dance."

"Avoid it? Why?"

"It's girls ask guys."

"And no girl in Forks High asked you?" he actually looked sympathetic. It was also a perfect time to tell my father exactly why I wasn't going to the dance. I didn't bother to think about it cause I knew I would talk myself out of it.

"Actually a few girls did but I said no."

"Why?"

"Because I'm gay and it might be just a dance but I'm not going with a girl just for the hell of it so I'm not going."

"Gay-" Billy said as though he was trying the word in his mouth for the first time "Are you sure?"

I could help but laugh "Yeah Billy, I'm sure"

"Did your mother know?"

"She knew even before I did." I smiled at the memory of coming out to my mother. I remembered how nervous I was to say the words 'I'm gay' and how much her response of 'oh honey I know. When did you figure it out?' made me feel relieved.

"Well it's your life."

"You don't care?" I asked. I actually thought Billy might throw a fit.

"I care but it's been too long without you in my life Jake. I'm not going to do anything to force you to leave. So if that's who you are, I'm just gonna accept it. Does anyone else know?"

I rolled my eyes "Thanks to this guy named Eric I think the entire town knows. You're the first one I've told on the rez though."

"And this Eric is..." he trailed off. Billy was insinuating me and Eric. Ew. Not in a million years.

"Very annoying." I said to assure Billy and myself.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Nope happily single."

"And there're no guys that you like."

"Billy relax. I don't want to talk boys and if I did it won't be with you. There is not guy here on the rez I like and in school the only one who's gay is Eric and that's never going to happen." I conveniently didn't mention that I may be forming a crush on the one person that I can't have but I'm blaming that on when I hit my head in the accident.

Billy nodded "You should go get ready for the bonfire"

I smiled silently at the quick change of topic -oh yeah he was uncomfortable- and headed off to get changed.

The next morning, when I pulled into the parking lot, I deliberately parked as far as possible from the silver Volvo. I didn't want to put myself in the path of too much temptation and end up owing him a new car. Getting out of the cab, I fumbled with my key and it fell into a puddle at my feet.

I was still tired from last night. I hadn't gone to bed until the early hours in the morning hanging with Embry, Quil and other guys from the rez. As I had come out to my dad I took the opportunity to tell everyone else. Embry and Quil were cool with it and so were some of the other guys. A few looked like they had a problem with it but I didn't care. It seemed like life here wasn't gonna be so bad. Now, all I had to do was wake up enough to last through the school day. The other quiluetes had the day off so they could sleep in.

As I bent to get the key I had dropped, a white hand flashed out and grabbed it before I could. I jerked upright. Edward Cullen was right next to me, leaning casually against my truck.

I jumped out of surprise "What the fuck!" Then seeing who the white hand belonged to I calmed down against my better thoughts. "How the hell do you do that?" I asked irritated.

"Do what?" He held my key out as he spoke. As I reached for it, he dropped it into my palm.

"Appear out of thin air."

"Jake, it's not my fault if you are exceptionally unobservant." His voice was quiet as usual - velvet, muted.

I scowled at his perfect face. His eyes were light again today, a deep, golden honey color.

"And it's not my fault your an exceptional ass, so I guess we're even." I retorted grabbing my bag and heading towards the school. Edward walked beside me.

"Why the traffic jam last night?" I demanded "I thought you were supposed to be pretending I don't exist, not irritating me to death."

"That was for Tyler's sake, not mine. I had to give him his chance." He snickered.

"You dickbag" I spat causing him to laugh.

"I'm not a dickbag."

"Well you're something alright. Lemme guess, you heard everything due to that super hearing that I'm imagining you have." I hated how Edward could get under my skin like that. Who the hell did he think he was? It felt like the heat of my anger should physically burn him, but he only seemed more amused.

"And I'm not pretending you don't exist," he continued.

"So you are trying to irritate me to death? Since Tyler's van obviously didn't complete the job?" I said holding up my hand in the sling as much as I could.

Anger flashed in his tawny eyes. His lips pressed into a hard line, all signs of humor gone.

"Jacob, you are utterly absurd," he said, his low voice cold.

I froze in my tracks. Was this guy for real? He couldn't be serious. I'm the one who was absurd. I started to walk away again.

"Wait," he called jogging to meet me and then, easily keeping pace.

"I'm sorry, that was rude," he said as we walked.

"Well rude seems to be your default." I muttered under my breath but his eyes told me he heard me anyway. Super hearing, right. I needed to remember that. "Why won't you leave me alone?" I grumbled.

"I wanted to ask you something, but you sidetracked me," he chuckled. I didn't think anything was amusing.

"Do you have a multiple personality disorder?" I was honestly curious. Something had to be wrong.

He narrowed his eyes but ignored the comment. "I was wondering if, a week from Saturday - you know, the day of the spring dance -"

I froze again "Are you trying to be funny?" I interrupted him, wheeling toward him. "Cause I will punch you in the face."

His eyes were wickedly amused. "Will you please allow me to finish?"

I wanted to punch him anyway but I moved my hand in a circular motion signaling for him to continue.

"I heard you say you were going to Seattle that day, and I was wondering if you wanted a ride."

That was unexpected.

"What?" I wasn't sure what he was getting at.

"Do you want a ride to Seattle?"

"With you?" I asked, mystified.

"Obviously."

"Are you a serial killer and this is how you find your prey?"

He chuckled "No I'm not a serial killer."

"I have no idea what possessed you to offer me a ride but that won't be a good idea."

"Why not?" He insisted stepping closer to me.

"I promised my dad I wouldn't talk to you. Or any of your family for that matter."

"You always listen to what your father tells you?"

"Why are you offering?"

"Well, I was planning to go to Seattle in the next few weeks, and, to be honest, I'm not sure if your truck can make it."

"My truck works just fine, thank you very much for your concern. And if it gives any trouble I can fix it. " I started to walk again.

"You can?" he seemed surprised.

"I'm good with cars." I replied. Hopefully he would realize it was a no and leave me alone.

"But can your truck make it there on one tank of gas?" He matched my pace again.

This guy really didn't give up. He had me there though. The truck was never going to make it to Seattle and back with only one tank of gas. "I don't see how that is any of your business." Stupid, shiny Volvo owner.

"The wasting of finite resources is everyone's business."

I much as I tried, I couldn't stop the laugh that escaped me. "Honestly, Edward. I can't keep up with you. I thought you didn't want to be my friend."

"I said it would be better if we weren't friends, not that I didn't want to be."

I narrowed my eyes at him "Oh, thanks, now that's all cleared up." Heavy sarcasm. I realized I had stopped walking again. We were under the shelter of the cafeteria roof now.

"It would be more... prudent for you not to be my friend," he explained. "But I'm tired of trying to stay away from you, Jacob."

"Are you sure you're not a serial killer?"

"Will you go with me to Seattle?" he asked, still intense ignoring my question.

I started cursing Mike in my head. If it wasn't for him insisting Edward and I would be perfect together, I would be able to easily deny my crush on Edward and everyone would be happy. I could tell that this was never going to end well. "Yes okay. You can give me a ride in your stupid Volvo."

He smiled briefly, and then his face became serious.

"You know, we really shouldn't be together," he warned.

"Who said anything about being together. We're not together."

"No, we're not." he agreed "Not yet. I'll see you in class, Jake."

He turned abruptly and walked back the way we'd come, laughing all the way leaving me behind stunned.

Did Edward Cullen just flirt with me?

Notes: Chapter 4 everyone. As I said before, and I will continue to say 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 5 is on it's way.

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 5 will be up.

Also if anyone has an idea they would like to see in this story that was not in the plot of the original Twilight feel free to leave a comment or message. :)