A/N: Hey guys sorry for the delay. I didn't have internet from when I last updated until Wednesday of this week, and I have a big research paper due tomorrow. I've been a little distracted as of late. So I apologize. And I wanna thank you SO much. I got 4 reviews! I know, I'm a nerd, but it means a lot to me. So thanks again. Here's chapter 5!

We close our eyes

And the world has turned around again

We close our eyes and dream

Well if you come to me

Well if you touch my hand

I might just slip away

I might just disappear

Who am I?

And if you think I'm worth it

Well if you think it's not too late

We might start falling

If we don't try to hard

We might start falling in love

- We Close Our Eyes, Allister

Chapter 5

I came to school the next day in a preppy pink polo and jean shorts. When I pulled into my usual spot, Jacob's truck was parked in the next space, its owner leaning against the door.

His eyes lit up when he saw me. "Hey."

"Hey yourself." I struggled to get my purse, dance bag, and overloaded backpack out at the same time. He walked over next to me.

"Here, let me help you with that, 'mam," Jacob putting on the worst Southern/country accent I have ever heard in my entire life.

I raised my eyebrows. "That's the worse Southern accent I've ever heard. And are you sure you can handle it? It's pretty heavy."

He laughed, "Positive. In case you hadn't noticed, I'm pretty strong."

"Really?" I said sarcastically.

"Really."

"I thought it was pure luck that you won that strength game on Saturday."

He laughed again. I tossed him my messenger bag. He caught it with ease. "Told you so."

I rolled my eyes. "Come on, we're gonna be late."

We strolled casually to my locker. He gave me my bag back. Too soon, the five minute bell rang, and we had to part. "I'll see you in Algebra."

His smile disappeared, "See ya."

He walked away. I tried not to move my eyes to his - ahem - backside, but it was just so damn hard!

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Jacob's POV

I said goodbye. Wow, two classes seemed like an eternity. But finally 9:50 rolled around and I got to class as fast as my legs could carry me. Well, not as fast.

It was a couple minutes before she walked into Math. I beckoned her over. "Sit over here today."

"Okay." She sounded uncertain.

Cecily started making her way to me. But then her foot caught on the leg of a desk, and her books went flying. I rushed over, "Are you okay?" I knelt down next to her.

She glanced up at me. "Yeah I'm . . . fine." Just then I realized how close our faces were. God, I just wanted to kiss her. But I couldn't. Not right here. "This happens to me all the time. I am uncoordinated everywhere but the dance floor." I gave her a look. "Really, it's fine."

Secretly relieved, I helped her up. "Wow you remind me so much of Bella."

She shot me a confused look. "Who's that?"

And suddenly, my mood plummeted. Damn. I don't wanna think about her right now. "Oh, just this girl I used to know."

"What happened to her?"

Um, let's see. I thought I was in love with her, but she was already in love with someone else. A vampire actually. She rejected me and then they got married and moved far away. Oh by the way, did I mention I'm a werewolf? "Um, she moved away."

"Were y'all close?"

More than you could ever imagine. "Kinda, but I'm over it. Now." I added quietly.

I grin broke out on her face. "Good."

Just then Embry sauntered in. I shot him a look. He broke out giant grin. "Well, well, who's this?"

"This is Cecily. She just moved here from Nashville."

"I know that." He turned to Cecily. "Hey I'm Embry, Jacob's best friend. And the better-looking one. So don't feel bad if you feel the urge to dump him for me."

That made me angry. I growled. He knew not to talk like that to my imprint. He got the message, rolling his eyes, but backed off. The bell rang, and we took our seats, Cecily in front of me, Embry beside me. Claxton began to lecture and I began to doze off.

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Cecily's POV

After Math ended, Marie was waiting for me. "So come on, tell me all about your date with Jacob! I mean . . . How was it? Where did he take you?" She assaulted me as I left class. We started walking to our respective lockers.

"It was amazing! We had so much fun. He took me to this amusement park, one of those old-fashioned ones. It was the perfect first date."

She laughed. "You have that dreamy, faraway look in your eyes, so I'm guessing it went well. Just don't go all love-struck puppy on me. I don't know if I could deal with that."

Suddenly, Jacob came out of nowhere. "Can I 'escort' you to class?"

"Of course." I turned to Marie. "I'll see you in English."

"Bye Cecily." She winked at me.

"Steal her again like that Black, and there'll be payback headed your way."

Trying to suppress the giggles that were threatening to escape, I followed Jacob to my study hall, talking about random stuff. I found myself not wanting to say goodbye.

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The rest of the day went by . . . uneventful. At least, until I tried to start my car after school. "Dang, why won't this thing start!?" I said, furiously turning the keys back and forth in the ignition. Good thing Abbey had gone home with a friend. She would start whining right about now. Frustrated, I tore my keys out of the ignition and threw them at the window.

Someone tapped on my window. It was none other than Jacob. Why was he always there when I needed him? It was actually kind of creepy. I cranked down the window.

"Are inanimate objects bothering you?"

"Um no . . . it's just that my car won't start. It's pretty old, but I've never had issues with it before."

He gave the car a once over. "I can probably help. I built the hunk of junk over there pretty much by scratch." He gestured over towards his truck.

"Really?" No sarcasm intended this time. "You can fix it?"

He chuckled, "Yeah, probably. Let's hitch it to the back of my truck. I'll tow it to the repair shop I work at."

"Okay great." I breathed a sigh of relief. I helped him pull a chain out of the bed of his truck and hooked it to the underside of the car. We chattered as we made our way to the repair shop. Once we arrived, he introduced me to Sam, "I finally get to meet the infamous Cecily. Jacob's talked so much about you."

I was surprised. "Really?"

"All the time. It actually gets so annoying after awhile; we have to tell him to shut the hell up or leave our house."

I burst out laughing. Jacob just punched Sam in the arm while trying to keep a straight face. "I'm gonna get started on your car now. It'll probably be finished in a couple hours."

"Awesome. I'll walk home then."

He gave me a look, "Cecily, you can't walk home. It's a couple miles from here."

I blushed, "Oh, right."

"Sam, can you drive her home?"

I turned to him. "Of course I can. My truck's out back. Let me just get cleaned up first." I then noticed that he was covered in oil and grease.

"Okay." A couple minutes later he emerged, ready to go.

We got in his truck and he drove me home, telling me funny stories about Jacob the entire way. My sides ached by the time he pulled up to the house.

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A couple hours later, I pulled up to the garage in my bike. I leaned it against the wall and walked in. I was then met by a shirtless Jacob. Oh. My. God. My eyes went big and my mouth fell open a little. He had a six pack. A six pack! I didn't think he could get any more beautiful, but apparently I was wrong.

His eyes twinkled, clearly amused. "Your car's all finished."

I snapped back in reality. "What?"

He burst out laughing, "Your car's all finished."

"Awesome, thanks Jacob!" And spontaneously I hugged him, not really caring about the all the dirt that covered his body. He was surprised I could tell, but he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. I buried my face in his shoulder. We didn't let go for a long time. It felt so . . . right. I never wanted to let go. Ever. But eventually, we detangled ourselves from each other. I climbed into my car, ignited the engine, and drove off, waving to Jacob.

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Jacob's POV

She came in and I could barely contain my laughter at her reaction. Girls always did that when they saw me without any . . . covering on my upper body. But what I wasn't prepared for was when she pulled me into a hug. I was . . . speechless. I wrapped my arms around her and drew her as close to me as possible. I wanted to stay there forever.

I helped her load her bike in the trunk of the Mustang. As soon as she left, I phased and followed her car at a discreet distance, to make sure she got home okay. I watched her through her bedroom window again, but this time she didn't notice me. I wondered when I'd ever have the courage to tell her about . . . this.

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