It's All Against My Better Judgment.

Jacob Black:

My eyes couldn't stay away from her for as I worked on my bike. She was looking in deep thought, pain was plaguing her eyes. It was nagging me for twenty minutes straight until I couldn't handle it. I pulled myself up from my kneeling position to face her.

She was sitting in a tall stool next to the worktable. She was peering at me curiously as I made a move to sit next to her.

"Something wrong?" I asked taking an old towel and pitifully attempted to take off the grease. She looked up to me and smiled.

"Just, didn't think I'd find a nice person like you here." A grin etched itself onto my face. "I mean didn't know that you and your friends would be so welcoming," Her smile faltered. "though I was alone at lunch…"

I sighed at the last part of her statement and turned away. "It's – "

Her voice came before I had a chance to finish. "Complicated?" She asked knowingly. I looked down at her hands wanting only to entwine our fingers but I knew it would freak her out so I forced my hands to stay folded in my lap.

"Sorry, just had-"

She finished my sentence again, "One of those moments?" Her voice was small. I was surprised that she could be so understanding to my actions. But if she was happy I was ecstatic.

I ran a hand through my shaggy hair. I groaned in frustration when it fell before my eyes. I heard her laugh from the side of me. "Your hair is too long."

I scowled playfully but before hand raked my hair. Her slender fingers momentarily hit my neck, causing my breath to stop. She sighed and moved my head foreword.

"When's the last time you had a good washing?" I shrugged.

Not since I returned earlier this morning because I saw you, the girl I'm in love with.

"Well, I can cut it for you and make it look a little…" She droned on about how she would be doing my hair. But her hands that were messaging my head were soothing me. "Is that okay with you?" I just nodded.

She patted my back hard, "Well then go get a shower in then came back here with some really sharp scissors and a little gel. I'll just wait here."

I honestly didn't care if she shaved me bald; I just needed her presence around me at all times. "Uh, no way, come back to the house. It started pouring. Besides Billy left so you don't have to feel too awkward."

She nodded and walked to the edge of the garage. Only a centimeter was between the downpour and us. She smiled before briskly walking into the way, taking her time. I smirked and followed suit. Taking the same amount of time to get inside as she did.

She giggled when I shook my head like a puppy. That's when I noticed her white sweater that was soaked. It was tight before, but now…I just made me have very, VERY impure thoughts about what was underneath. Her hair was perfect; the dark brown brought so much attention to her gorgeous eyes as the dull light from the kitchen made them shine.

"Shirt for you, I have, want do you?" Was the Yoda-like nonsense that slipped from my lips.

What the hell is she doing to me?

She looked at me funny before peering down at her clothes. She blushed and nodded vigorously. I just wordlessly dashed from the room and got an old beater of mine, and basketball shorts. I came back and handed them to her. She smiled at me before looking around the room.

"Oh!" Realizing she needed a place to change. But secretly wishing she'd just strip in front of me. I reluctantly nodded my head to my room. Since I was going to take a shower I grabbed a few articles of clothing before running from the room to let her switch clothes.

Maybe a cold shower will calm my hormones…

Annabelle Uley:

Jacob was honestly the cutest thing I've ever seen, next to Seth. But Seth was more like my little brother Luke. Like Leah seemed to have became my new best friend during last period. Seemed like I wouldn't have to lie to my dad about how my day went.

I smiled when Jacob's clothes were incasing my body. I breathed in deeply, his clothes smelled of wood and earth. I smirked and tied the drawstrings a bit tighter before walking out of his bedroom and into the kitchen where he had something over the stove.

I laughed before tapping his shoulder. "Whatcha making?"

He smiled and turned his head back to the stove. "Popcorn."

"Ohhh, it's the old fashion way I see."

He chuckled. "I never used a microwave in my life." I rolled my eyes playfully before my cell went off.

Our song is the slamming screen doors.

Sneaking out late, tapping on your window.

When we're on the phone and your momma don't know.

I looked back to Jacob's room before jogging in and taking my cell out of my jeans pocket.

"Hello?"

"Did you make it to Jacob's?"

My dad asked me. My eyebrows rose. "Uh yeah." I stood in the doorframe and watched as Jacob looked to me curiously. I smiled and waved my hand. "Did you set this up or something?" My voice was hushed.

"Well honey, you need a guy in your life, and Jacob is really nice-"

I growled before hitting end. A hard sigh passed through my lips while I walked back to Jacob. He was frowning, "Something wrong?"

I shrugged. "Just my dad…soooo who are you making popcorn for?"

"Us," My lips formed a half smile. "I was thinking you'd want to watch a movie."

My mouth opened but something hit me. I cursed myself, "I'm sorry, I have to be at the bonfire thing with my uncle at seven."

The smile on his face never faltered. "Maybe I can take you? I mean seeing as I'll be there. Like I said earlier, Sam is like my brother."

"Right, so what time are we supposed to leave?"

He glanced at my cell phone and smirked. "About two and a half hours."

Sweeeeet.

"If that's the case then, how about that movie?"

"IS IT OVER?!" My voice broke out in screams once again. I being the idiot I am, I let Jacob choose a movie. Dead Silence. Look how well that turned out. I ended up snuggled into his side. With my arms wrapped around his upper bicep. My face was buried into his chest when something would pop out.

"Look at see." That was his line to make my look at the screen, and I fell for it every time. Seeing some old dead guy in a crawl space, I shrieked before ducking into his warm body.

I felt a large hand running over my back. I eased instantly. Jacob and I haven't known each other for a day but we connected so easily. I wasn't nervous around him, I was, but I could overcome all of it. He just had something that pulled me in, but it was more than pulling me physically. My heart was warmer when he was close to me. I liked it, a lot.

"I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, AND I HATE YOU!"

I felt his hot breath in my ear, "I'm sorry, scary parts over." His hand brushed the dark hair away from my face. I looked up to him slowly, his smile was genuine. Not that little smirk.

"Stopppp! I'm not a little girl!" I whined swatting at his big hands. He chuckled and kept laughing…"What?"

He shrugged. "I knew you were from Chicago." He muttered.

"Meaning?" I was confused. How can he tell?

"Your little accent. You say little like "liddle" and when you said water, you say "wawder"." I glared and turned away.

Folding my arms I huffed, "Do not…"

"Say Chicago."

"Chicawgo."

He broke into a fit of laughter. "It's funny how like every accepts their accent but Chicagoans don't." My glare held. His laughs died away and he flicked my nose. "I'm sorrrrry, did I hurt your liddle feelings?"

His nose rubbed against my own before he relaxed back into the couch and watched the dumbass cop follow the main guy into an abandoned theater.

I blinked at him. He was different, and it was the most appealing thing about him. I smiled and took my feet from the ground. I propped them up so I was leaning mostly onto Jacob. His dark eyes shifted from the TV to meet mine. He raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"If you wanted to get closer all you had to do was ask."

Red crept on my cheeks "Wh what? No, my legs they were uncomfortable."

He chuckled. His arm came up from his side and wrapped around my shoulders. My head fell softly into his chest as the movie was nearly over.

"Uh, thanks?" I mumbled relaxing from the warmth.

"Sure, sure. Besides, you feel pretty cold."

I rolled my eyes and slapped his shoulder. Which hurt me more. "Jeez, ouch."

His eyes darted to my palm. He twisted around which caused me fall onto the part of the couch he wasn't covering. "Ower?"

I heard him curse before lifting me up from the couch then letting go. Letting my legs fall to cross on the couch. He looked down at my hand and rubbed it softly. "Sorry."

I tilted my head. Did he think he really hurt me?

"You shouldn't hit me you know…I don't want you to get hurt."

I rolled my eyes. "Sureee, I bet if I punched you my hand would break." I giggled.

But Jacob's eyes told me he didn't find this any bit amusing. "Sorry, not helping am I?" A huff of air passed his lips. He ran a hand through his hair and something struck me. I reached out and snatched his hand.

"I'm cutting that remember?"

He laughed a little and shrugged. "I'll get the scissors."

Story Traffic makes me happppy(:

BTW - the little sayings at the top that come in at random times is what Jacob's thoughts are for the chapter.

Maybe I'll put in Anna's as well, and I'm looking for songs for insperation. Bleeding Love WAS. But I got off track with it.

Therefore I am saving it.

Youtube - bleeding love jacob black. I love that story and I'll be doing a story of it sooon !