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Previously
Excellent. As far as I could remember Jacob and Bella had a "thing" in this story. Maybe I could convince him to help me out with the Cullens, considering they were his arch enemies.

But Jacob didn't believe the truth about the Cullens till New Moon. If only I could speed things up a little.

If only…

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I took my time going back into the house. For a while I stared at the truck then, I found a tree to climb. As I reached for its highest limb, I lost my balance and tumbled down to the muddy, wet earth. I growled and patted myself down, trying to remove excess dirt.

When I opened the front door Charlie was sitting in his regular spot, watching the television intently.

"Ring him now, Hazel." Charlie ordered without taking his eyes off the box set.

I was anxious about making the phone call to the Black's.

My fingers shook as I dialed the number stuck to the fridge. It consisted of less numbers then the regular Australian one so I immediately understood the comment Edward had made earlier about my inability to use a phone.

Bring Bring. Bring Bring.

"Hello?" A young, slightly high pitched male voice answered.

Jacob.

My heart was in my mouth, I was lost for words.

"Hello?" He repeated.

I squealed and hung the phone up immediately.

"Hazel. I don't hear talking." Charlie called from his chair.

"I can't do it!" I cried.

"For God's sake girl!" He shouted and got up from his chair, trudging towards the phone I held.

"I'm sorry; I just get anxious ringing someone." I rambled.

Charlie just stared at me oddly. "I don't have time for this! Pick up the phone!"

I stared at him timidly, wincing.

Then the phone rang.

"Ah look, he's ringing you back." Charlie pointed out and strode back to his chair.

"How do you know that?" I demanded.

"Caller ID." He said deprecatingly.

Tentatively, I picked up the phone and whispered a hello.

"Hello." The voice whispered back. Jacob's voice.

"Who's this?" I continued whispering and played dumb.

"Jacob Black. This isn't Charlie is it?" He whispered.

"No. This is Hazel, his err… niece." I whispered.

"Oh. Well Charlie's niece, why are we whispering?" He asked softly.

"I don't hear talking! Have you hung up again? If I have to come in there one more time.... "Charlie shouted from his chair.

"Shut up!" I shouted, forgetting my place.

"Well I never…" I heard Charlie mutter from his chair.

"Don't you have guts to speak to Charlie like that? Well you are family." Jacob laughed from the other end.

I stammered a nervous laugh.

"So what can I do for you?" He asked, now using his normal voice level.

"Well," I began twirling the phone cord in through fingers, "I'm so sorry! I accidentally destroyed the red Chevy. Do you think you could fix it for me? Again?" I quickly admitted.

"I don't think so... You see there's been a change in circumstances. But I guess I could have a look at it, see what I can have arranged. "

"Alright." I agreed.

"We'll be over soon then." He finished and hung up.

I placed the phone back into the receiver and sighed, biting my nail.

"See, it wasn't that hard." Charlie called.

If only he could see the stunts my insides were performing.

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I sat on the curb patiently, tapping my foot eagerly against the road.

What felt like years later, a black car pulled up.

I brushed myself down and stood up, not knowing what I expected to see.

A strong, tall man jumped out of the driver's seat and winked in my direction.

This couldn't be Jacob could it?

"Hazel? Is it?" His deep voice boomed.

Jacob's voice was much higher.

"I'm Billy Black, Charlie's best friend. Guess he's told you all about me." He chuckled.

"Oh, yes he has." I smiled sweetly.

Billy Black? Wasn't he in a wheelchair?

He walked over to passenger side of the car and opened the door.

I couldn't see what he was doing since the passenger side was on the other side of the curb.

He fumbled with a strong metal object which squeaked and moaned.

Then the rusty sound of wheels on tar made its way round the car.

I felt grief instantly wash over me.

Tears pricked at my eyes..

Before me sat a smiling young boy, around the age of fifteen holding onto the arm rests of a wheelchair.

Jacob was disabled, not Billy.

"Hi Hazel!" He chirped extending a hand.

"Hey, you must be Jacob." I smiled gently, trying to hide my horror.

"I'll leave you kiddos to it. I'm going to find my man Charlie." He laughed and leaped up into the house.

"So, let's see the damage." He smiled and pushed the wheels forward of the chair.

"You want me to…" I began, gesturing to push the chair for him.

"No, I got it." He said coldly.

Clearly this was a sensitive topic.

I led him to the driveway and winced as he glanced at the damage.

"Nice work." He whistled.

"It was an accident. I swear." I ensured.

Accident? Should I have not used that word?

What accident had Jacob been in?

"If you insist. How was this accident caused?" He smiled, not seeming disturbed by the terminology.

"I stand solely by the story that it was Edward Cullen's fault."

"Cullen?" Jacob shivered.

"Yeah, you know him?" I prodded.

"Just that he's not meant to come on the reservation."

"Is that really all? Wasn't there some sort of legend about his type? Quil something…" I wandered off, hoping he'd catch my drift.

"Quileute. How do you know about that?" His eyes narrowed.

"I like to read, and when I saw the story of the Cold Ones, I don't know why, but I thought of the Cullens." I said softly, hoping he'd believe my story.

He bit his lip.

"I don't know what book you found that in, but it's not meant for stranger's ears." He said strongly.

How I regret not playing him like Bella played him; flirtatiously.

I knew how to flirt! Why did it seem so impossible here?

Trying to switch personalities from the strong, know it all to the sweet damsel in distress I pouted and twirled my hair round my finger.

"Sorry, it's just that, I was kind of attacked this afternoon." I said sadly, playing the incident to my liking. "By Edward Cullen. That's why the car crashed."

"Wow, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to sound so harsh." He said astonished..

I shrugged. "It's okay. I just wish I knew how I could get him back. It really was horrible."

"Don't worry Hazel, anyone Charlie takes care for, the Black's take care for." He said assertively.

"You're so kind." I said meekly.

"We'll get him back Hazel. And he won't have even heard us coming." He continued.

You're going down Edward Cullen.

Even if I didn't expect it to begin like this.

A/N: For all you Jacob fans you may hate me for that twist. Please don't!!! I promise you will love the final result.

As for the Edward fans, don't hate me because I made Edward sound like such a douche. You too will love the end.

There everyone will be happy.

And for my After Happily Ever After fans, I'm proud to say you're performing well enough in the reviews section so chapter nine will be out soon.

Storyteller xx

P.S: Check out You Belong With Me by Lanababe.

Great story for Edward fans.