Hi everyone.

Here's the second chapter to this little thing. I'm not too sure where this is going yet, but I will promise you guys that there will be no Bella/Edward in this story. It is Jacob/Bella all the way.

I usually don't write in first person POV, so that makes this a bit of a challenge for me, but I think I managed well enough. Some of the passages in this chapters are direct quotes from the book, mostly discriptions of the Cullens.

Sorry for the limited Jacob/Bella interaction in this chapter.

Please, leave a review, tell me what you think, if I should continue or not :)

I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Love, Annaelle

PS Thank you to all of you for your reviews, favorites, follows and kudos on the last chapter.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Twilight franchise, I just like to take out the characters and play with them. I do not own anything but an overactive imagination and this storyline.

SOMEWHERE I BELONG

Chapter Two—Roads Untraveled

Weep not for roads untraveled
Weep not for paths left alone

'Cause beyond every bend
Is a long blinding end

It's the worst kind of pain
I've known

Give up your heart left broken
And let that mistake pass on

'Cause the love that you lost
Wasn't worth what it cost

And in time you'll be glad it's gone

—Roads Untraveled, Linkin Park

BPOV
PRESENT TIME (A MONTH LATER)—FORKS' HIGHSCHOOL

I sighed despondently as I eyed the high school. Jake chuckled, seeing my undoubtedly very not excited face as I clambered off of his bike—I'd enjoyed the last month of summer vacation with Jacob and my dad and a few of Jacob's friends (who fast became my friends) on the reservation.

It hadn't taken me very long to settle back into my life in Forks, and knowing that I wasn't leaving in a month felt really, really good.

I'd been a little reluctant to tell my dad and Jake's dad—who just happened to be my dads best friend—about mine and Jake's ever changing and evolving relationship at first, but when I did finally manage to pluck up the courage to tell them, they just laughed at us and told us they already knew.

It seemed that the whole town knew Jake and I were dating before we made it official and public.

"You ready, Bells?"

Jacob snapped me from my thoughts as he got off the bike too, touching my cheek gently. I shook my head and sighed dramatically. "I do not want to go to school and listen to rumors about the Chief's little girl dating the big bad indian from the res—though they all conveniently seem to forget that they've all hung out on First Beach too, and they all know that you and me have practically been together since we were kids, and—"

Jacob pressed his lips to mine, effectively silencing my ranting—maybe I was overreacting a little, I hadn't actually been to school here yet, so I had no idea whether or not there would be a lot of gossip. I did not, however, complain at his methods of persuasion and just tiptoed to wrap my arms around him, responding to his kiss enthusiastically.

I'm not sure how long we kissed, but when we pulled apart, I was well aware that everyone in the parking lot was staring at us, and I blushed, feeling ridiculously self-conscious.

Jake grinned down at me and rubbed his thumb over my flushed cheek before leaning down to press a chaste kiss to my lips. "I'll be back at four to pick you up, beautiful," he said quietly, "your dad said we're having dinner at your place tonight."

I rolled my eyes and smirked. "Of course we are. Are they cooking or am I?"

Jake bit his lip coyly and blinked innocently. "I have nothing to do with this," he exclaimed, taking a step back as I glared at him.

"Go, you pig," I slapped his arm playfully, before dragging him in for one more kiss—just one, because his kisses were so good and addictive and I could never get enough (and maybe I was postponing walking into that damn high school just a little bit).

"I'll see you at four," he grinned, climbing back onto his bike and tugging on his helmet, waving playfully before driving off towards the reservation, where he attended school.

"Okay," I grumbled to myself, turning towards the front steps of the school. I knew I chose to come back to Forks and to this high school, but God, I was not looking forward to small town gossip—and I knew there would be a lot of it.

I was the new meat in town, I was Chief Swan's daughter and I was dating a boy from the reservation.

"Hey, Isabella Swan, right?"

I jumped when a tall boy with slick black hair and a sweet smile suddenly appeared in front of me. "Yeah, I am," I answered slowly, "But just Bella will work."

He offered me his hand and grinned. "Eric. I'm your welcoming committee. I checked your schedule, and we have English and Spanish together, so I can show you to those classes, and we'll be passing science class, so I can point that out too. And if you want, you can sit with me and my friends at lunch."

I felt a little overwhelmed, but nodded regardless, trying not to feel weirded out that this guy knew my schedule and I didn't. "Yeah, uh… Sounds good." I felt a little better when he handed me a folder which included my schedule and some of the forms I had to fill out and turn in by the end of the day, as Eric informed me.

I followed him to class and graciously accepted his offer to sit next to him, though I tried to keep quiet for most of it, preferring to actually enjoy the beauty of Emily Brönte's words as the teacher recited them to us.

I doodled on the bottom half of my paper during Spanish and daydreamed about the day Jake and I had spent down at the beach a couple of days ago—it had been the first time since I arrived that we had actually been alone, and we had planned on making full use of that time, but…

We hadn't.

I actually wanted to do this—Jake and me—right.

We'd been friends for years, and there wasn't a lot we didn't know about each other, but I still wanted to actually date before we ended up in bed together again. I knew Jake as the sweet boy from the reservation, and as my best friend—but getting to know him in the boyfriend role was a whole different kind of experience.

I was broken from my thoughts when Eric told me it was time for lunch, and asked once again if I wanted to sit with him and his friends.

I debated just sitting alone and texting Jake for a moment before I shook my head at myself and told Eric I'd love to sit with them—I wanted to make some new friends; the only people I really knew were my dad, Billy, Jake and Jake's two friends, Quill and Embry.

And Eric seemed nice enough—I was sure his friends would be nice too.

He chattered on about this girl he liked, I think her name was Angela, as we walked to the cafeteria, and I couldn't help but grin. It was obvious he had a huge crush on this girl, and he actually was really nice to talk to.

He led me to a table that already seated four others—one boy and three girls. The boy was tall, blonde and a bit good-looking—he had nothing on my Jacob, of course—and had a nice smile. One of the girls had dark hair with chocolate brown hair and a really kind smile—I had a feeling I would like her a lot—but I couldn't say the same about the other two.

They both had light colored hair, one of them was—definitely not a natural—blonde, while the other had darker, almost light brown hair. Both of them were pretty, and it was obvious in their every move that they were both well aware of their looks—Blondie looked downright bitchy.

"Guys," Eric smiled at the group, "this is Bella Swan, our new student. Bella, this is Angela, Jessica, Lauren and Mike."

I waved shyly and took the seat next to the dark-haired one—Angela—, unpacking the small lunch I'd made this morning. The entire table was silent for a long, awkward moment as everyone stared at me—I was pretty sure they were all remember seeing Jacob drop me off this morning—before they went back to their conversation.

"So Bella," Mike drawled, eyeing me in a way that made me wish Jake was here to slap him, "You're from Arizona, right? How come you're not more tanned?"

I stared at him, unsure where the hell that came from, before just shaking my head and turning towards Angela instead—I was not up for clumsy teenage boy flirting (unless it was Jake flirting with me; then I didn't mind so much). "So, anything interesting happening at this school?" She gave me a somewhat bemused smile and I realized—belatedly—that me moving back into Forks was probably the most interesting thing that had happened here in a while.

"Right," I coughed awkwardly, running my fingers through my long hair, "Well, any good gossip that doesn't involve me?"

Angela laughed and shrugged, "Well, there's always the Cullens."

That seemed to draw the attention of the others on the table, especially Lauren and Jessica, who turned their entire bodies around to face us. "Yeah," Lauren drawled, "Let's tell the new girl about the hottest family in town… if you tell us how you snagged the La Push hottie that dropped you off at school."

I raised an eyebrow at her and purposely set down my sandwich and took a sip of my drink before I answered as calmly as I could—I wasn't an angry person by any means, but something about Lauren just really rubbed me the wrong way. "Well, first, his name is Jacob, not La Push hottie. Two, he's been my best friend for years and three, it's really none of your business. We are not friends, so I don't see why I should share anything about my relationship with Jake with you."

Everyone seemed to gasp a little and their eyes moved to Lauren, whose eyes were nearly bugging out of her head—I guessed not a lot of people had the guts to tell her to mind her own business. Unfortunately for her, I had no such qualms, and I didn't mind telling her to stick her nose in someone else's business—as long as it wasn't mine.

The tension was broken by a snort of laughter coming from a different boy, who'd just approached their table. "Well, she told you, Lauren," he grins, knocking his shoulder into hers as he sits down in the chair next to her. "Hi," he smiled at me, offering me his hand over the table, "I'm Tyler. You're the new girl, right? Jacob Black's girlfriend?"

I stared at him for a moment before I nodded slowly and shook his hand. "Bella Swan. You know Jake?"

He nodded and stole a French fry off of Mike's plate. "Yeah. He fixed my dad's car for him a couple of months ago. He kept talking about this girl he was in love with—she was going to move back here, and he couldn't wait. It made sense to assume he was talking about you."

I blushed and bit my lip to hide my pleased smile—I knew Jake loved me, but it was nice to hear he was thinking about me as much as I was thinking about him before I moved back here.

"So what were you guys talking about?" Tyler raised an eyebrow at the others while I dug my phone from my pocket to send Jake a quick text.

"The Cullens," Mike snorted at him before turning back to his fries, "like usual."

I watched, slightly confused, as a discussion broke out between Lauren, Jessica and the two boys about these mysterious "Cullens" they kept mentioning, while Angela just shook her head and continued eating, like it was a daily occurrence.

I rolled her eyes at myself—for all I knew, it was a daily occurrence.

"So who are these Cullens?" I turned back to Angela, munching on one of my carrot sticks.

Angela smiled and shrugged. "They're new too—they moved here last year. They're… different." By now, the others had ceased their discussion and inserted themselves into our conversation.

"That's an understatement," Lauren grinned, "They're hot. Like all of them. It's ridiculous—they're all adopted, but somehow they still look alike and still look like models too." Jessica nodded furiously and opened her mouth to contribute something completely useless, undoubtedly, when the doors to the cafeteria opened again, and the entire student body seemingly fell silent.

And even though I was really, really in love with Jacob, even I couldn't keep my eyes off of them as they came inside.

They were just so beautiful.

They didn't look anything alike.

They didn't look anything alike. Of the three boys, one was big - muscled like a serious weight lifter, with dark, curly hair. Another was taller, leaner, but still muscular, and honey blond. The last was lanky, less bulky, with untidy hair the color of a shiny new penny. He looked younger than the others, somehow, even though they really couldn't be that far apart in age.

The girls, however, looked like polar opposites.

One was tall and statuesque, with a figure that would make a supermodel weep in jealousy and beautiful golden hair that streamed down to the middle of her back. The other was almost pixie-like—thin and pretty with small, perfect features. Her black hair was cropped short and messily pointing in every direction.

And yet, there was something about them too—something that made them eerily alike. They were all really pale—paler than I was, and I was really pale. Their eyes were all really dark too—almost black, and it bothered me a little that they all had the same eye color and weren't related at all.

They were honestly drool-worthy—in an ethereal, almost inhuman way.

Not like Jacob, who was handsome in a rougher, less defined way—I was pretty sure I preferred Jake's looks to the looks of these guys though.

There was just something wrong about their beauty.

"Well," Jessica said breathily, staring at the Cullens with a dreamy smile on her face, "That's them. No further explanation needed."

I frowned at the table over my shoulder, unsure where the sudden uneasy feeling in my stomach came from, gasping in surprise when the copper-haired one suddenly looked right at me with his dark, deep eyes—angry eyes.

Suddenly, the entire table turned to look at me, and I quickly looked away, biting my lip nervously.

What the hell did I ever do to him for him to look at me like I kicked his puppy?

"So… They're not related?" I asked curiously, rubbing my palm over my chest absentmindedly, "They look so…"

"I know," Lauren smirked, winking at me, "Doctor and Mrs. Cullen adopted them all—I think Mrs. Cullen can't have kids or something; they're both really young too. There Jasper and Rosalie Hale—the blondes—, and then there's Emmet, Alice and Edward Cullen. Emmet's the dark-haired one, Alice is the dark-haired girl and Edward's the redhead."

Such old-fashioned names, I mused, chewing on my lower lip thoughtfully.

"They're all together too," Jessica grumbled, "I wouldn't mind getting adopted into that family if it means I get to date the only single Cullen. Edward's so dreamy."

I chuckled and shook my head. "Yeah, you have fun with that."

The rest of lunch went off without much of a fuss, and I spent most of the time ignoring Jessica and Lauren, who seemingly had nothing else to talk about than how hot Edward Cullen was—not that I didn't agree, he really was absolutely gorgeous—, and texting Jacob.

Now the only class I had left before being able to go home with Jake was Biology II, which I shared with Angela—thank goodness. I hoped I could sit with her during my class, though I mentally prepared myself for the possibility that I might have to sit with someone else, who was not good at Biology.

When we entered the classroom, Angela went to sit at a black-topped lab table exactly like the ones I was used to. She already had a neighbor. In fact, all the tables were filled but one. Next to the center aisle, I recognized Edward Cullen by his unusual hair, sitting next to that single open seat.

Great.

I hurried down the aisle to introduce myself to the teacher, surreptitiously asking him about the course load and if there was a possibility if I could get an adapted curriculum, because I'd already studied most of the things standard Biology classes covered. He promised he'd look into it, signed my slip and then sent me to my seat—of course he had no choice but to send me to the seat next to Edward Cullen, who was glaring at me.

The look he was giving me was downright hostile—furious.

I bit my lip and looked down, cursing the heated blush that rushed to my cheeks.

I kept my eyes down, confused by his reaction to me and my own reaction to his obvious hatred of me—he moved when I sat down, and I frowned. He was leaning away from me, sitting on the extreme edge of his chair and averting his face like he smelled something bad.

I let my hair fall over my right shoulder, making a dark curtain between us, and tried to pay attention to the teacher.

Unfortunately, the lesson was on something I'd already studied, so my attention drifted all too quickly. I tried to take notes diligently, but my thoughts quickly wandered back to Jacob and our plans for the weekend—dad and Billy were going fishing the entire weekend, and Jake had asked me to spend the entire weekend at his place, and the mere thought of getting to sleep next to him again made my heart pound in my chest—, and I caught myself doodling little hearts in the corner of my paper.

My thoughts were drawn back to class—and my apparently very upset neighbour—when he shifted suddenly, his chair scraping against the floor loudly as he shifted even further away from me. He never relaxed his stiff posture, his hand on his left leg clenched into a fist, tendons standing out under his pale skin.

I wondered what was wrong with him, frowning a little when I caught him glaring at me once again, his black eyes filled with a kind of revulsion that really didn't make any sense to me at all.

I had no idea what I'd done to deserve that kind of look from him.

It was just downright mean.

The very second the bell rang, Edward was out of his seat and across the room, leaving the classroom before anyone else had even registered that the bell had even rung at all.

I sat frozen in my seat, staring blankly after him for a long moment before collecting myself.

I was being ridiculous—whatever I did to offend Edward Cullen was his problem, not mine—and my boyfriend was waiting for me and I still had to turn in my slip at the administration's office. I texted Jake that my class was done and that I would be done after I turned in the slip at the office.

I sighed and collected my things, heaving my backpack over my shoulder and headed towards the small office, hoping I would be out soon, so I could talk to Jacob about everything and nothing—maybe he could make sense of why Edward Cullen seemed to have decided to hate me on first sight.

When I walked into the warm office, I almost turned around and walked back out. Edward Cullen stood at the desk in front of me. He didn't appear to notice the sound of my entrance. I stood pressed against the back wall, waiting for the receptionist to be free. He was arguing with her in a low, attractive voice. I quickly picked up the gist of the argument.

He was trying to trade from sixth-hour Biology to another time—any other time.

Jesus—what the hell had I done that was so bad he had to change classes to avoid sitting next to me?

It just seemed too absurd—I couldn't believe that this was about me; it had to be something else—anything else.

He didn't even know me.

And then suddenly, his back stiffened, and turned—ridiculously slowly, like in the movies—to glare at me with dark, loathing eyes. Something about him terrified me, and I swallowed thickly as the hairs on my arms raised.

He turned back to the receptionist and it was like all the air left my lungs all at once when his eyes left mine—Jesus, what the hell was this guy's problem? "Never mind, then," he said hastily in a voice like velvet. "I can see that it's impossible. Thank you so much for your help." And he turned on his heel without another look at me, and disappeared out the door.

I went meekly to the desk, my face white for once instead of red, and handed her the signed slip.
"How did your first day go, dear?" the receptionist asked maternally.

"Fine," I lied, my voice weak. She didn't look convinced, but I couldn't bring myself to care.

I wanted to know why Edward Cullen scared me so much—why he seemed so mad.

I left the office quickly, my heart lifting when I caught sight of Jacob leaning against his bike, a small smile on his lips when he spotted me.

"Hey," I nearly ran into his arms, "God, I missed not having you around all day."

I felt his chest vibrate with a soft chuckle as he wrapped his arms around me—I was a little startled by how warm his embrace felt. I frowned a little and leaned back a little to look up at him. "Are you okay, Jake? You feel a little warm."

He just smiled my favorite sunny smile and nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just missed you too, baby. How was your first day?"

I groaned, letting him draw my back into his embrace, resting my head against his chest. "I don't know. Weird. I'm the new kid—oh, and apparently Edward Cullen hates me already. I have no idea what I did, but he…" I sighed and pulled away from him a little, frowning at him. "He scares me. I don't know what it is."

Jacob looked at me, his eyebrows drawn and his lips tight. "Edward Cullen… As in Doctor Cullen? The family that moved here last year?"

"Yeah," I sighed, "he looked at me like I killed his puppy."

Jake snorted, and I couldn't suppress the chuckle that fell from my lips. I knew how ridiculous it sounded, but it was the only way I could describe his expression. "Please, Bells," Jake stroked my cheek gently, "I'm sure it's okay. I won't deny that the Cullens freak me out too sometimes, but I don't think he hates you—I don't think anyone can hate you."

I nearly melted into a puddle of goo—God, I was such a mess when it came to him—and tiptoed so I could kiss him, feeling infinitely happier once his lips touched mine. We kissed for a long, uninterrupted moment before he broke the kiss, grinning down at me. "Come on," he said softly, "our dads are waiting for us."

"Yeah," I breathed, "I know."

And I knew Jake was right—no one would hate me at first sight; they had no reason to.

But for the rest of the night, I couldn't get the image of Edward Cullen's black, hateful eyes glaring at me out of my head.

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JPOV
PRESENT TIME (THE NEXT DAY)—BLACK RESIDENCE

I felt antsy and angry and confused, and I could not figure out where it was coming from.

I felt like I was going to burst out of my skin any moment now, and the way my dad kept looking at me since last night's dinner at Bella's place didn't help at all—like he was waiting for me to explode, and that just didn't make any sense, because why would I explode at all?

I wasn't an angry person.

Not usually anyway—but ever since Bella had confided me about how uncomfortable Edward Cullen had made her feel, it felt like there was an undercurrent of electricity running beneath my skin, waiting to burst forth, and it just didn't make any sense.

I sighed and leaned my head against the top of the Rabbit, curling my fingers around the edge of the roof to still the shaking—I needed to calm the fuck down.

I focused on Bella, and on how she agreed to spend the weekend with me—we hadn't spent the night together since she came back, and we hadn't… We hadn't had sex either. I didn't mind so much, because I knew Bella wanted to take it slower this time, and I couldn't say I didn't agree.

We were both just kids, really, and sometimes I felt like the way I loved Bella and she loved me was way too serious for our age—I was sixteen, for goodness' sake, Bells was seventeen—but it was so real. I'd been in love with Bella for as long as I could remember, and I thought it was useless to pretend that I didn't until we were older just so it would seem more socially acceptable for us to be in a serious relationship.

As I calmed myself, the shaking ceased, and I swore a could hear howls in the forest.

I frowned and looked up, but as soon as I did, the howls died away, and everything was quiet once again.

I shook my head.

I was being ridiculous—there weren't any wolves here in La Push.