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.

P.S. Sorry this chapter took so long to come up. I know I said I'd update weekly but I was really busy last week and most of this week. I'll try to maintain the weekly updates though. Thanks to everyone who is reading :)

Chapter V

To Date or Not To Date

I made my way to English in a daze. I didn't even realize when I first walked in that class had already started.

"Thank you for joining us, Mister Black," Mr. Mason said in a disparaging tone.

I was still in shocked so I moved slowly to my seat.

Mike was in his usual seat next to me and he leaned over when Mr. Mason's attention was back on the board.

"You alright?" he asked concerned.

"Edward just spoke to me." I whispered back.

"His normal, I hate you let's be friends way?"

"I wish."

Mike looked at me curious wanting to hear more but it was that moment Mr. Mason decided to give us a pop quiz.

Mike walked with me to the door after class but didn't ask me anything because Eric had come up right beside me. Mike, being the best friend that he was kept Eric engaged in a conversation about the upcoming beach trip, successfully preventing the boy from talking to me.

The rest of the morning passed in a blur. It was difficult to believe that I hadn't just imagined what Edward had said, and the way his eyes had looked. Maybe it was just a very convincing dream that I'd confused with reality. That seemed more probable than that Edward Cullen who spoke to no one just flirted with me.

I was curious to how he would act as I entered the cafeteria. I wanted to see his face, to see if he'd gone back to the cold, indifferent person I'd known for the last several weeks and that I had imagined this morning.

I don't know if it was disappointment or relief that flooded through me as my eyes focused on his table. The other four were there, but he was absent. Maybe my head injury was worse that the doctor's thought and I was going mad.

"Why is Edward Cullen staring at you?" Jessica said, loudly attrating the attention of the entire table and a few people from the tables around us.

"I wonder why he's sitting alone today." Eric added on helpfully just as loud.

My head snapped up. I followed Jessica's gaze to see Edward, smiling crookedly, staring at me from an empty table across the cafeteria from where he usually sat. Once he'd caught my eye, he raised one hand and motioned with his index finger for me to join him. As I stared in disbelief, he winked.

"Does he mean you?" Lauren, a bitchy girl who sat with us but I didn't talk to, asked with insulting astonishment in her voice.

"Maybe he needs help with his Biology homework," Mike said as I was too busy gaping like a fish to say anything. I sent a silent thanks his way and he smiled "You'd better go see what he wants." Mike said to me, giving me a little shove in Edward's direction.

I didn't know if I wanted to thank him or punch him.

When I reached the table, I stood behind the chair across from Edward, unsure and still gaping like a fish. We had caught the attention of the entire cafeteria, no one making a sound.

"Why don't you sit with me today?" he asked, smiling.

I sat down automatically, watching him with caution. He was still smiling. He had to be up to something. At least he was done with his whiplash attitude for now.

He seemed to be waiting for me to say something.

"This is different," I finally managed.

"Well..." He paused, and then the rest of the words followed in a rush. "I decided as long as I was going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly."

"I have my own ideas but why exactly do you think you're going to hell?,"

"Wouldn't you like to know."

I rolled my eyes "Yes Edward. That is why I asked."

He smiled again, and then he changed the subject. "I think your friends are angry with me for stealing you."

"They'll survive." I could feel their stares boring into my back.

"I may not give you back, though," he said with a wicked glint in his eyes.

"Jokes on you if you think I would stay anywhere I don't want to be."

"You might not have a choice."

"There's always a choice Edward." he looked as though he agreed with my words but doing so caused him pain.

"So you want to be here?"

"Evidently." I smirked, then got serious " So, what brought all this on?"

"I told you - I got tired of trying to stay away from you. And believe me Jake I did try. So I'm giving up." He was still smiling, but his ocher eyes were serious.

"Giving up?" I repeated in confusion.

"Yes - giving up trying to be good. I'm just going to do what I want now, and let the chips fall where they may." His smile faded as he explained, and a hard edge crept into his voice.

"Giving up trying to be good? So I'm bad?"

He looked sad "No Jake. You're not. But we shouldn't be together."

"Here's the thing Edward, we're not together."

"I want to be." he sounded sincere.

I started to look like a gaping fish again and he laughed "I always say too much when I'm talking to you - that's one of the problems."

"You want to be with me?" I said sounding out every syllable to make sure he heard me correctly.

"I do."

"You don't even know me, Edward."

"That's the beauty of dating."

"You want to date?"

"Yes"

"Me?" I asked increduously.

He laughed "Yes Jacob."

"Okay."

He opened his eyes wide "Really. I've got to say I didn't think it would be that easy."

"It's not." I smiled crookedly "I'll date you, if you tell me why my father hates your family so much."

The expression on his face turned to anger. So the whiplash emotions were back. "You'll have to ask him."

"I'm asking you."

"I can't tell you that."

"But you know."

"Yes."

"Thank you for you're honesty" I deadpanned as I pushed back from the table and moved to stand and walk away. Edward's hand shot forward and grabbed my wrist before I could move.

"Jake please wait. Just give us a chance. Give me a chance."

"Give me one reason why I should. My father doesn't like your family. Neither does anyone else on the reservation for that matter. Which means I'll have to keep you a secret and that's something I swore never to do. If the way you're sister is staring daggers at me is any indication, your family doesn't like me. Thanksgiving should be fun." I spat "Plus, since I've gotten here you've treated me as though I have the plague not including today" I lowered my voice "There's obviously something going on with you. You're fast, you have super hearing and you're entirely too perceptive. You want me around you yet you tell me nothing. You want me to lie for you and you refuse to give me a reason why. Why the hell should I give you a chance?"

"Because I can't live without you."

"You don't mean that." I said flopping back down in the chair. How they hell could he say that. This was probably the longest conversations we've ever had and now he can't live without me. This was turning to a cheesy romance novel and I wasn't a dumb character who threw their selves at the first guy who said they needed them.

"If only you knew how much I do."

"You still don't know me."

"I want too and I want you to know me too. Can you at least let that happen?"

I sighed. I was going to regret this. "I'm still here aren't I."

"Why is that?"

I sighed again and looked into his eyes. "Honestly, I have no idea. When I look at you I get this feeling like I can't live without you either" why did I just say that out loud "And if that isn't the dumbest thing ever I don't know what is. I don't know you from Adam and I still think you're a serial killer but I'm here. We're still not together though. We probably never will be."As I said it I wasn't sure if I was tell him or myself. Maybe I was one of those cheesy characters and hell if that didn't suck.

"I'll take what I can get." He smiled at me. Just as quickly his face turned to anger but it wasn't directed at me. He was looking over my shoulder.

"What's wrong?"

"Your boyfriend seems to think I'm being unpleasant to you - he's debating whether or not to come break up our fight."

I turned around and followed his gaze and Eric was staring daggers into Edward.

I turned back around and gave a deep sigh. "Eric's not my boyfriend. He just has a crush. Either way you don't know what he's thinking."

Edward looked away from me and for some reason looked guilty

"You don't know what he's thinking, right? It's not like you can read minds. You can't read minds can you?" It wouldn't be the only nonhuman thing he could do. Still it frightened me that he may be able to see all my thoughts.

"Aren't you hungry?" he asked changing the topic.

"No. You?" I looked at the empty table in front of him.

"No, I'm not hungry." I didn't understand his expression - it looked like he was enjoying some private joke.

"Can you do me a favor?" I asked.

"Anything." He sounded sincere but he looked as though he regretted the word as soon as it came out.

"It's not much," I assured him. "I'm not going to ask you to stay away from me or anything." For some reason I knew that it was the one thing Edward couldn't do. "What I want is for us to just be friends. Nothing more. That and you stop looking at me as though I just stabbed your favorite puppy. These mood-swings aren't good for my health."

"That sounds fair." He was pressing his lips together to keep from laughing when I looked up.

"Thanks."

I looked around us only to realise that the cafeteria was almost empty.

I jumped to my feet. "We're going to be late."

"I'm not going to class today," he said

"Why not?"

"It's healthy to ditch class now and then." He smiled up at me, but his eyes were still troubled.

"Somehow I think there is something you're not telling me." I told him as I was getting up

"I'll see you later, then." There was definitely something he wasn't telling me.

I nodded and then made my way to class hoping I wasn't late.

I was lucky; Mr. Banner wasn't in the room yet when I arrived. I settled quickly into my seat, aware that both Mike and Angela were staring at me. Angela looked surprised and Mike was showing me thumbs up and looking way too smug.

Mr. Banner came in the room then, calling the class to order. He was juggling a few small cardboard boxes in his arms. He put them down on Mike's table, telling him to start passing them around the class.

"Okay, guys, I want you all to take one piece from each box," he said as he produced a pair of rubber gloves from the pocket of his lab jacket and pulled them on. "The first should be an indicator card," he went on, grabbing a white card with four squares marked on it and displaying it. "The second is a four-pronged applicator -" he held up something that looked like a nearly toothless hair pick "- and the third is a sterile micro-lancet." He held up a small piece of blue plastic and split it open.

"I'll be coming around with a dropper of water to prepare your cards, so please don't start until I get to you." He began at Mike's table again, carefully putting one drop of water in each of the four squares. "Then I want you to carefully prick your finger with the lancet..." He grabbed Mike's hand and jabbed the spike into the tip of Mike's middle finger.

"Put a small drop of blood on each of the prongs." He demonstrated, squeezing Mike's finger till the blood flowed. "And then apply it to the card," he finished, holding up the dripping red card for us to see.

"The Red Cross is having a blood drive in Port Angeles next weekend, so I thought you should all know your blood type." He sounded proud of himself. "Those of you who aren't eighteen yet will need a parent's permission - I have slips at my desk."

He continued through the room with his water drops. All around me I could hear squeals, complaints, and giggles as my classmates skewered their fingers cause what's more fun than making yourself bleed. When he came around to me, I had to get help from the person behind me because my hand was still in a brace. I pricked my finger- with some help - and did exactly what Mr Banner said.

Just then Rosalie came and knocked on the door and pulled Mr Banner aside and gave him a note. Probably and excuse for Edward, which Mr Banner took and then walked to help the nearest student. She then turned her gaze on me. Her lips curled up and the most vicious snarl and she stared daggers at me as though she could kill me with just one look. What was her problem? Her brother came onto me not the other way around. So why did I have to get such treatment? I felt angry that she thought she had any right.

Suddenly it was way too hot. I started to feel my hand shake like it did the day of the accident. Rosalie's eyes opened wide and as quick as she appeared she was gone. The shaking didn't stop though. I slammed my head against the table in an effort to make it stop.

"Jacob, are you all right?" Mr. Banner asked. His voice was close to my head, and it sounded alarmed.

I shoved my test in what I thought was his direction and shook my head. I was afraid to raise my head from the desk. The shaking was getting worse

"Are you feeling faint?"

"Yes, sir," I muttered. I was feeling far from faint but it was as good an excuse as any.

"Can someone help Jacob to the nurse, please?" he called.

I didn't have to look up to know that it would be Mike who volunteered.

"Can you walk?" Mr. Banner asked.

I didn't think I could but it's not like I had a choice. "Yes," I whispered.

Mike put his arm around my waist and pulled my arm over his shoulder. I leaned against him heavily on the way out of the classroom.

Mike towed me slowly across campus. I was heavy and while Mike was no weakling it was hard draging 190 pound of pure muscle to the nurse. When we were around the edge of the cafeteria, a heavy pain shot through my back. I lost hold of Mike and fell to the ground in a loud thud.

I couldn't help the scream that escaped me.

"Jake?" Mike sounded paniced "Jacob?"

I couldn't answer. The pain was spreading. I had no clue what was happening to me. All I knew is I wanted it to stop and it wouldn't.

"Jacob?" a different voice called from the distance just as panicked.

"He started to feel sick so I was taking him to the nurse and then he just collapesed." Mike rushed out.

"Leave" Edward growled. I assumed he was talking to Mike. My eyes were shut tight trying to block out the pain.

"I'm not leaving him."

"I said to GO!" Edward yelled and the I heard footsteps moving quickly away.

"Jacob. Jake? You need to calm down." It was the same thing he had said to me the day of the accident and just like that day I felt his cool hand on mine and suddenly the shaking eased.

"That's it Jake. Nice and easy. Breathe."

I got control of my breathing patterns but I still didn't open my eyes.

"Jake." Edward's voice was right beside me, relieved now. "Can you hear me?"

"What the hell was that?" I groaned not really expecting an answer.

"You scared me for a minute there," he admitted after a pause. His tone made it sound like he was confessing a humiliating weakness. "What made you so angry?"

How did he know I was angry "What makes you say I was angry? Do you know what's happening to me."

He tensed up, a tell tale sign that Edward knew exactly what was going on.

"You're fine Jacob. It passed."

"And what happens when it happenes again. This is the second time. Is something wrong with me? Should I go to a doctor?"

"You don't need a doctor." he said urgently

"But something is wrong with me."

He was silent, not that I expected any different, and then "About as much as something is wrong with me."

"That doesn't make me feel better."

"What are you doing here anyway. I thought you were ditching." I was almost fine now. The shaking had stopped and so did the pain.

"I was in my car, listening to a CD. I heard you when you screamed."

Mike then passed us again. He was walking with Lee Stephenes another student from the class who looked like he was going to pass out. On Mike's way back he stopped in front of me.

"You look better," he had a mix of pride and worry on his face.

"Mike" I warned, knowing that expression. It was his match-making expression. "Be gone."

Of course he didn't listen. "So you are going this weekend? To the beach?" While he spoke, he looked toward Edward.

I tilted my head at him. What was he up to? "You're coming on my land. You do know that right?"

"We're meeting at my dad's store, at ten." His eyes flickered to Edward again and I knew he only said that for Edward's benefit. I wasn't meeting them. I lived on the rez.

"I'll be there," I promised, trying to convey with my expression for him to shut up and go away.

Of course Mike being Mike did no such thing "Hey, why don't you come?" he said turning to Edward.

"Mike!" I said sharply causing him to turn to me and look way too smug "Go away." Obviously my non verbal cues were lost on him.

He gave a smile and then laughed heartily "I'll see you in Gym, then." nodding in Edward's direction "Edward."

"See you," I replied, then lowered my voice "I need new friends" but the chuckling beside me told me that Edward had heard me.

"Gym," I groaned. "My body feels like it's on fire. I'm in no mood to do layups."

"I can take care of that." Edward got up from where we were sitting on the sidewalk and held out a hand to me.

"Where are we going?"

"To the nurse's office of course."

He helped me make my way there as I had not gotten my balance back just yet. When we stepped inside the dimly lit room he spoke to me, low that only I could hear."Go sit down and look pale,"

"Pale is not my forte" I whispered back but I walked towards one of the creaky folding chairs and rested my head against the wall with my eyes closed.

I heard Edward speaking softly at the counter.

"Ms. Cope?"

"Yes?" I hadn't heard her return to her desk.

"Jake has Gym next hour, and I don't think he feels well enough. He was on his way here when he had a bit of a fainting spell but he's fine now."

"Well, he should be checked out."

"My dad's a doctor and he's been teaching me. I checked Jake over, he's fine. He just needs rest." he paused "Actually, I was thinking I should take him home now. Do you think you could excuse him from class?"

'My dad's a doctor.' That's the best he could come up with. No way Ms Cope was going to give me an excuse.

"Do you need to be excused, too, Edward?" she asked. Well hell. How does he do that?

"No, I have Mrs. Goff, she won't mind."

"Okay, it's all taken care of. You feel better, Jake," she called to me. I nodded and moved slowly to Edward's side so he could help me walk out.

"So are you coming? This Saturday, I mean?" I said. I hoped it sounded casual but I wanted him to say yes. For some odd reason I really did have a crush on this infuriating being and I owed it to myself to try.

"It's in La Push right. First beach on the edge of the reservation." He said it as a statement and he was suddenly expressionless.

"Yeah." I studied his face, trying to read it. His eyes seemed to narrow infinitesimally.

He glanced down at me from the corner of his eye, smiling wryly. "I can't."

So much pain and two little words. It made me remember when I was asking around the reservation trying to understand what my dad hated about the Cullens. 'The Cullens don't come here' was the response I got from almost everyone. Now looking at Edward I was wondering which one it really was don't or can't.

"Why not?" I asked even though I knew he wasn't going to tell me.

"Jake" he sighed. He looked as though he wanted to tell me but couldn't. I decided to put him out of his misery.

"No no. It's okay. Forget I asked."

We were near the parking lot now. I veered left, toward my truck. Something caught my jacket, yanking me back. I only jerked back because I was still unsteady.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked, outraged.

I was confused. " To my truck to go home." Wasn't that obvious.

"Didn't you hear me promise to take you safely home? Do you think I'm going to let you drive in your condition?" His voice was still indignant.

"What condition? I didn't have a heart attack. And what about my truck? I can't just leave it here" I complained.

"I'll have Alice drop it off after school." He was towing me toward his car now.

"I can walk you know."

"I'm afraid you'd tip over." He sounded serious.

"You'd catch me before I fall." And I was positive that was true. He moved to open the car and then got it on the driver's side, while I stepped in on the passenger side.

As he pulled out of the parking lot, I was preparing to ask him a bunch of questions until he slipped up and gave me an answer I could use but then I recognized the music playing, and my curiosity got the better of my intentions.

"Clair de Lune?" I asked, surprised.

"You know Debussy?" He sounded surprised, too.

"Not really," I admitted. "I personally prefer mullet rock but my mother loved classical music. Said it was the purest of all. I started listening to it a lot since she died. Debussy was her favorite."

"It's one of my favorites, too." He stared out through the rain, lost in thought.

I listened to the music, relaxing against the light gray leather seat. It was impossible not to respond to the familiar, soothing melody. The rain blurred everything outside the window into gray and green smudges. I began to realize we were driving very fast; the car moved so steadily, so evenly, though, I didn't feel the speed. Only the town flashing by gave it away.

"What was your mother like?" he asked me suddenly.

I glanced over to see him studying me with curious eyes.

"She looked a lot like me, but you know feminine," I said. He raised his eyebrows. "Ever since I got here people have been telling me I act like her too. That I'm a lot like my mother. I miss her, so much." I stopped. Talking about her was making me depressed.

"Did your mother know you were gay?"

I laughed. Of course that's the question he'd look to ask. I didn't even bother asking him how he knew. It wasn't a secret around Forks "Oh yeah. She knew before I did."

"And she was okay with it?"

"She never stopped loving me." I smiled.

"What about your dad."

I let out a small laugh "He's uncomfortable with it but he's trying. He said he doesn't want to loose me."

"And you believe that."

I thought about it a little while then I said with absolute conviction "Yeah I do." I paused "What about you?"

"What about me?"

"Well I'm starting to interpret your hostility as your way of flirting, so you're either bi or gay. What do your parents think?"

"Well I'm not bi, I can tell you that. Although there was a point in my life where I would've given anything to be straight. My birth father tried to beat it out of me and my birth mother never knew. I'd like to think she'd be okay with it but truth is I don't think she would've of been."

"Why not?"

He smiled a sad smile "We were a bit old fashioned." Somehow I thought it was more than that "I would've never been accepted. But that's okay. Esme and Carlisle they don't care. They just want me to be happy. What more could I ask for."

"Do you miss your birth parents?"

"Honestly, I don't really remember them that clearly. Carlisle and Esme have been my parents for a long time now."

"And you love them." It wasn't a question. It was obvious in the way he spoke of them.

"Yes." He smiled. "I couldn't imagine two better people."

"You're very lucky."

"I know I am."

"And your brother and sister?"

He glanced at the clock on the dashboard.

"My brother and sister, and Jasper and Rosalie for that matter, are going to be quite upset if they have to stand in the rain waiting for me."

"You're not going to drop me to my house?"

There was that pained look again "I'm afraid the border is as far as I go. You don't live too far from here do you?"

"Nah. It's a short walk. Don't worry."

"I'll have Alice, drop your truck off here."

"Try to get it here before 6. I want to drive it back to the house so Billy won't ask questions."

"You should talk to Billy about what happened today."

"What, the shaking thing? You said it's nothing."

"Jacob, talk to your father." There was the cryptic behavior again.

"Fine. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Actually, I'm going camping with my brother Emmett."

"Camping? Where?"

"Goat Rocks Wilderness."

"That's just south of Rainier right. Not a good place for camping."

"It is for us." he smirked his 'there's something I'm not telling you smirk' and I chose to ignore it.

"Will you do something for me this weekend?" He asked, turning to look me straight in the face, expression serious

"Depends" Although I knew I would probably do what he asked. He just didn't need to know that.

"Don't get angry."

"I won't. Just tell me what you want."

"That is what I want. I know it sounds like a weird request. Maybe when you talk to Billy you'll understand but please, for me, whatever you do don't get upset."

"I'll see what I can do," I said, a little confused but willing to go along with it.

Notes: Chapter 5 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 6 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 chapter 6 will be up pretty soon.

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. :)