Author: Hannah
Okay, so heres the first chapter. There is no Nessie in this story and Bella is long gone from Jacob's life. Please review and let us know what you think!
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Jacob POV
My rusty locker slammed shut with an audible bang, as I jogged up the two flights of stairs to my next lesson. Why was I always late these days? Maybe, I thought to myself, you should ask Sam for a night off. You have been running around non-stop for the past week. If only I could, except it was completely out of the question. The new scents weren't something to be ignored, and although I knew it would be hard to keep my eyes open in this biology lesson, juggling studies and patrol was just something I had to learn to live with.
The smell of freshly mown grass filtered through the open window as I felt my eyelids start to droop. I opened my textbook to page 234, smoothing the pages out between my fingers as I stared at last lesson's work. All of the print started blurring together until finally, I was staring at fuzzy black lines. It took pulling on the strings of my consciousness to keep me awake as the words came back into focus again.
"Mr. Black," barked a hoarse voice – my bio teacher, Mr. Evans. "Is my lesson boring you?"
"Ah, no sir," I replied steadily, keeping eye contact. His shirt was stained in all matter of chemicals from his Chemistry class before ours. With a beetroot red face from where his too tight collar was cutting off the blood supply, he steadily made his way over to my desk which I occupied by myself. All the time the light glinted off his shiny, bald head and it was this I focused on until he was directly in front of me.
"Did we not have this talk last week, Mr. Black?" He made his voice loud on purpose so everyone could enjoy my humiliation at not being able to keep my eyes open in a lesson. "You remember, I believe? Or did it vanish with your morning nap!" Whack! He slammed my textbook off the table, making me jump slightly out of my seat. I could hear the titters and giggles of the students around me and, keeping myself calm and my temper level, I looked Mr. Evans straight in the eye without saying a word. It was better in these situations if you let him get it off his chest and then pray he'd get off your case for the rest of the semester. "Well, Mr. Black?" He questioned, drawing his words out horribly. "Do you remember?"
"Yes…sir," I forced through gritted teeth. I couldn't refuse a direct question, otherwise I'd get myself in detention and that was the last thing I needed.
"Detention Mr. Black. Tonight. No arguing," He shouted loudly over my protests of 'but sir' as I began to rise from my seat. "This cannot be tolerated."
Perfect.
Increasing my speed rapidly, I chased Seth through the forest on all fours. Trees flew past me at rocket speed as I let myself soak up every sense I could acknowledge: the dirt forcing its way in between the cracks of my sharp claws; the rush of wind piercing my ears, howling at me to go faster; and the smell of a storm which would be coming sometime tonight. We all knew I was going to win this little race, but what harm was there in a little competition?
Jake! Seth whined when I was ahead by at least five meters. I really thought I was in with a chance then! Don't go easy on me, all right?
If you say so, Seth.
I could practically hear the blood pumping through my body as I ran as fast as I possibly could, for a while even forgetting I was racing and just enjoying the sensation of letting my paws carry me wherever I wanted to go. I just let my legs pound the soil, step after step after step. Seth called to me, saying he'd stopped and something about a road? I carried on though, because the feeling that was rushing through me like the wind through my fur was too good to stop. It was elation.
Zoning out everything around me had seemed like a good idea at first, but now other noises seemed to be too loud to block out. It was a humming. No, more like voices. Voices. I ground to a halt as fast as I could, kicking up so much dirt it got matted into my fur, and nearly taking out a tree root. The silence compared to the sounds of the speed of the run was almost eerie, but now the voices were much clearer. I turned my head from side to side, listening to which direction they were coming from.
Through a break in the trees I could see the owners of the voices I'd heard. Damien McFadden and his latest girlfriend were pressed together in the sand as I looked out at La Push beach. His husky voice made me want to vomit as I knew this was just his latest toy – he didn't care about the girl. Damien put a whole new meaning to the word 'Womanizer'.
"Should we head back to mine?" He whispered, nudging the girls brown hair off her shoulder with his nose and kissing down her collarbone until he reached her t-shirts neckline.
I turned away, disgusted, as he whispered something else into her ear. More than anything I wanted to bound up to him and knock him flying for treating people that way, but I restrained myself. She'd learn in due course when she caught him making out with her best friend. He gave himself that reputation; although the girls couldn't seem to get enough of it. This particular girl I'd seen playing hard to get for him for weeks and it sure looked like it had worked.
Urgh, is that Damien again? Sam asked, creeping up beside me and glancing out over my shoulder.
Sure is. I heard them talking on the run, looks like they've been here a while.
Huh. He spoke in his head but grunted slightly as if he was human. Who is it this time?
The girl? I enquired. Jessica Gretan; she's in my English class.
And does she have a group of pretty friends? Sam asked, mirroring my thoughts from earlier. We all knew how Damien liked to operate, especially since the time he tried to hit on Emily. That one hadn't worked out well, especially when Sam gave him a black eye for his trouble and told him that if he ever hit on Emily again or as much as glanced in her direction, he'd be getting a lot more than that.
She sure does. I thought about her friends, all similar to her in the way that they acted and looked. I'd give it a few weeks before he's done with all four of them. A thought struck me then, one that I couldn't happen to get away from as much as I tried. It had been bothering me since I'd become a wolf but I'd always kept it hidden. Now though, as just behind me I watched the 90% of the school ego use yet another girl, I felt I had to say something. Don't you ever feel like you should be doing more than just dealing with vampires? I mean, if it's our job to protect the residents of La Push, surely that includes protecting them from creeps like him.
Sam nodded slowly, as if he understood what I was saying. I know how you feel Jake, but you can't be serious about doing something? He studied me with accusing eyes, stepping closer to me slightly now as if he was whispering. It's out of the question. We can't interfere with stuff like this, this is just … general human behavior, as sad is it sounds.
They were making their way to his car now, arms wrapped around each other as if they really were in love.
Hmm, well if you ask me we should have more of role than just dealing with vampires. If I could –
Jake, leave it out, okay? There's no point getting angry over something you've got no control over. C'mon, Paul and Embry have got it covered from here.
We left them to it as Sam and I made our way back to his house in mental silence, or what I hoped was silence. I was trying to block out the dozens of thoughts swirling around inside my head. Getting angry over Damien had left me exhausted – as if I wasn't already.
The full moon shone brightly in the sky as we got back to Sam's place. I could hear Seth's howl in the distance as he imitated the typical wolf sounds you heard on those dumb movies. I laughed out loud as I pulled on a pair of permanently grass stained jeans and said goodbye to Sam.
"Go home and get as much sleep as possible," he told me, clapping me on the back. "We've got a big week ahead of us."
"You mean there was some improvement tonight?" I asked hopefully, yet a little weakly. "I heard Jared shouting he'd found something earlier –"
"No, no." He shook his head grimly. "That's why we need to be working harder than ever. Granted, it may just be someone passing through, but we can't take that chance. And Jake," He called as I turned to go. "Forget about Damien will you? I know you don't like him but you've got more important things to be concentrating on right now."
I nodded slowly, turning on my heel and disappearing into the night as I made my way back home. The air was cool against my skin, so it must have been a freezing night. Back at home the house was silent as Billy was sound asleep. Every floorboard creaked under my weight, until I finally pulled on some pajamas and flopped into bed. In five hours I had to be up again for the morning patrol before school, and I was shattered.
Getting up the next morning was a nightmare, and I acted like something out of one for the rest of the day. I wandered from class to class like a zombie, never fully concentrating on a lesson long enough to make sense out of. It was only at lunch when I fully snapped to attention. I grabbed my tray and got in the cafeteria line, ready for a hearty meal that in no way could I make myself at home.
"Bacon?" The cook asked moodily, staring down at the plate in her hands. She lifted her head slightly, realizing who she was talking to. "Oh, Jacob," she sighed. "I'm guessing it's egg, sausage, and a extra helping of beans too?"
"Please," I grinned happily, my stomach rumbling at the thought of tasting all of that delicious food in front of me.
"Here you go," She smiled back, passing the tray over.
I made my way down to the end of the queue, paid, and then picked a table towards the back of the cafeteria that was unoccupied. The rest of the pack was still coming rowdily into the hall, diminishing the school food supplies. They'd join me later.
I'd just tasted my first delicious rasher of bacon when a figure slipped into the seat opposite me, propping their slim elbows on the table. Brown hair fell down their shoulders; so long that it surpassed the table top and fell to their waist. I looked up from my meal slowly, still chewing on the bacon, curious as to whom my guest was.
Stacey Marin sat across from me, a smile playing across her lips. Without speaking she leant across the table, her low cut top in my face, and dipped her little finger into my tomato sauce. She licked it as she stared into my eyes, her tongue lingering too long on her bottom lip.
"Hey Jake," she whispered, winking at me as I sat there stunned into my seat. What was she doing? "So I just wondered – are you doing anything tonight? There's a party at my friend's house, you know Frankie?"
In truth, I had no idea who Frankie was, but I listened all the same.
"She goes to Forks High, but anyway, she's having this huge get together; it's the place to be tonight. Think you can make it? I'd love for you to come."
"Erm," I stammered, trying to get this over with as quickly as possible. "I guess so, I'll have to check."
"Hmm, well I'll be waiting for you, Jake. Don't let me down." With that she swung out of the seat, slipped a piece of paper under my tray and walked like a model down a catwalk out of the cafeteria. I was really put off my food now, and it didn't help that I could hear Paul's roaring laughter from the other side of the room above all of the lunchtime noise.
"Jake!" He shouted loudly. "I think you've pulled!"
Idiot.
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