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Starry Skies

Chapter 4.

Jacob's POV.

"See you later Dad!" I called back as I left my old, rustic barn-house of a home.

"Don't be late!" He yelled after me teasingly. I was almost always back around ten or twelve pm. And that wason days that weren't busy.

No rest for me. Ever since I re-joined Sam's pack, it was non-stop work. Sam was very responsible, and was never off guard on any single location. That also meant we all had to run around like crazed policemen 24/7...Oh, and policewomen.I had momentarily forgotten. Leah's presence was hard to ignore. I chuckled knowingly to myself.

It was...different, having no human friends. Ever since Bella....

I couldn't bring myself to finish the thought, as my stomach bunched up in a sickening, agonizing manner. As usual.

Using the anxiety to phase quicker, I slipped out of my clothes and plunged into the misty confines of the forest. As I ran, my worries melted away into the dense fog, and soon my head was filled with more instinctive thoughts.

It was getting easier to block Bella from my mind. Even so, it was still very difficult indeed.

I was forbidden to remember, yet desperate not to forget. I couldn't forget... She had been my very best friend. When she had been alive... I don't think being one of them even qualifies as living.

Slowing considerably, I neared the school and dropped my clothes onto the ground before I phased back. Usually, I didn't run to school as a wolf. Carrying clothes in my mouth being an annoying task. But it was the only way to get...to get her off my mind.

The familiar sensation filled my body as my form began to blur and shift. Rising from the forest floor a human, I quickly tugged on my clothes, laced up my shoes, (props, rather) and walked out of the forest, onto the old, rusty, clump of buildings known to all as La Push's local high school.

Once inside, I glanced around looking for Quil and Embry. They still owed me 5 bucks from yesterday, when I won the bet over who could hang from one arm the longest.

That was when I noticed how...attentative everyone was. Usually, the entire school was pretty groggy until around 10 a.m That was strange. It was just like how the woodland animals reacted to a storm heading there way. Warning calls could be heard everywhere as they burrowed themselves underground or in a stable tree.

When I passed a group of students, I heard them chattering amongst themselves.

"Did you see her? She's so... different!"

"I know! Those strange green eyes...She looks nice though."

"Well I suppose so, but don't you think she's a bit mysterious? She..."

I tuned my ears out. Huh. So there was another new kid. That was funny. This school hadn't seen a new student for five years or so. I found myself wondering what the girl was like. Was she really mysterious?

I scolded myself for my thoughts. I sounded like those gossiping groupies by the lockers. Besides, this place was so small-town, a new lamp post would probably make front page.

I didn't get much more time to think about unfamiliar faces and lamp posts though, because just then, the bell rang for first period. I stood there for a while, looking at the room filled to the brim with students. Where was I supposed to sit? I mean, I could stand, but you start to look strange after standing the entire forty minutes...

"Mr. Black, I trust you know your way to the desks?" Mr. Douvant raised an eyebrow.

"O-of course..." I fumbled with my words, embarrassed.

I shambled along the isles, finally spotting an empty seat after raking scrupulously over the desks with my eyes. As I sat down, the girl next to me looked up at me, the curiosity easy to read in her eyes.

She had beautiful pale, nearly translucent skin. Her complexion was pristine, except for the freckles, lightly sprinkled over her cheeks and nose. She had piercing green eyes like emeralds which stood out noticeably against cream pallor of her face. Black curls grazed her jawline, and tumbled all the way down to her shoulder blades. The rose colored tint of her perfectly heart shaped lips brought out the faint blush in her cheeks as she stared, wide-eyed at me.

You know how Hemingway writes? He couldn't write about this girl's face. Because he'd say something like, "It was a pretty face." And that wouldn't be enough. This face needed someone like Dickens, or maybe Tolstoy. Someone who'd take a whole page and spend some time on her eyebrows and her cheeks, or maybe the shape of her mouth when she's surprised.

I sat down in the chair next to her's, and she blurted out,

" You're Jacob Black." A crease forming between her dainty eyebrows.

How did she know my name? This was strange...But I was also pleased that such a beautiful creature knew my name before we'd even met. Shaking off the thought, I scolded myself. I didn't honestly think she was that pretty. I'd just met the chick. Oh, so now she's a chick, hm? A small voice in my head sounded. I was insane.

"Yeah...that's me." I answered her question, while asking myself mentally what the heck I was thinking.

"The real Jacob Black?" She gawked at me in utter disbelief, as though I had claimed to be an alien visiting from Saturn.

"Yes...?" I was the only Jacob Black as far as I knew. Was there another guy who went by that name...?

"Oh." She turned away, seemingly irritated with something.

She is very mysterious...I thought to myself. I wonder what that was all about? The bell for class' beginning rang, but I couldn't make myself divert my gaze from the intriguing girl. Her clasped hands rested lightly on a green notebook. I looked closer and saw that it was a lifelike sketch of a...of a wolf, I thought to myself, taken aback. In fact, it looked almost exactly like Seth. This girl had talent. It made me want to talk to her. I had a feeling that she and I were going to get along. I wondered why that was... Shaking the feeling off, I proceeded to listen studiously to Mr. Douvant's lecture, errant thoughts of the interesting girl who sat next to me infiltrating my head from time to time. I really was insane.