Jacob Black? Chapter EightChapter Eight
The world was spinning around me too much, too fast. Ive lost control of myself. I want it to stop; I need it to stop; I want everything to slow down. Stop! I demanded, but I found my voice weak with no energy at all. It wasnt my voice, I never sounded that weak. I backed away, willing everything to come to an end, horrified of everything, anything. Please, I pleaded. But my surroundings wouldnt stay still, it might have even spun faster, around and around like a merry-go-round, going too much, too fast.
All I could see during those moments of despair, of being lost in a world where I didnt even recognize my own voice, all I could see was Jacob and then her face. I hadnt known that Id fallen so deeply for the werewolf, fallen so deeply in love. I couldnt understand, comprehend why I would react so hugely, so badly toward just seeing her face. Her face.
It had only been a month and a bit afte
Jacob Black? Chapter 5Chapter Five
Jacob and my friendship grew. It wasnt always by a significant amount, but when you stepped back to look at it, anyone could see that just over those few weeks, we had gotten to be steady friends. I enjoyed his company, even if he was a silent friend. I looked to him for help, and he was always one to rush to my aid, sort of like my knight in shining armour, I guess you could say. In return, I hoped to be patient enough for him when he was in pain, sullen from a reminder of her.
We were constantly with each other, talking, smiling, and him making me laugh. I wanted to see him laugh though. Not just any laugh, but I wanted to see real happiness, or even liveliness, in those beautiful dark eyes. I wanted to see for myself what the old Jacob, before he was caught up in everything from the Cullens to even just being a werewolf, what he would look like, grinning at me. And, how I would react to his forbidden emotion; would I be unable to stop myself from grinning b
Jacob Black? Chapter SevenChapter Seven
The first time I was at Jacobs house was just to drop off something he had forgotten at school. I had fidgeted nervously in front of the door and had been a bit worried with confronting Jacobs dad. Im not a shy person, but he was, after all, another character from Twilight. So, I had been thankful when it was Jacob who had opened the door. Wordlessly, probably because I hadnt know what to say, I had handed over his stuff and turned to leave when Id heard it, a sound coming from behind me. It had sounded real, genuine, happy, and different from what I had ever heard from Jacob.
I should have known the moment the sound rang in my ears that it couldnt have possibly been Jacob. The voice sounded like him, yet it wasnt. However, the pure ringing of the laughter made me feel giddy for a second, giddy with hope, hope for a change of the forever sullen expression smoldered onto the boys face. I had looked over at the w
Jacob Black? Chapter SixChapter Six
The bell hadnt rung yet, but there were already many people milling about, joking, laughing, getting ready for school. It was November and already I had proven myself to be a part of their daily lives. I wasnt popular exactly, not that I was in my old school, but I could live with my status. People would greet me politely, chatter around me. I was finally accepted. Not only by Jacob and his friends, but by the whole school.
I turned around, smiling happily to myself, to see Embry and Quil right in front of me, crowding around me. They looked even more dangerous up-close but their nervous shifting eyes gave away their nervousness. Whats up? I asked them cheerfully. Quil looked at Embry meaningfully, probably urging his friend to speak first. Embry took a deep breath. I waited, waiting for a rant or reason behind all this fuss. There was nothing. I looked at them quizzically. Whats the matter? I repeated.
We want to
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Summary:Ive never been much of a Jacob fan girl. Actually, I guess Ive never been much of an Edward fan girl either. And so, when I turned to the last page of Eclipse, I was surprised to find myself falling in love with the werewolf.
The group of them gathered around the front of the building. All of them were tall and looked terrifyingly powerful. They made an impressive bunch; none of them looked like high school students at all. It seemed that they were somehow separated from the many other cliques of the high school. They stood out, casually, from the other groups, especially the one who seemed a bit apart from even his own group.
He was tall like the rest of them and had shaggy, long for a boy- hair. He was leaning on a motorcycle. His face held a blank look; it looked as if it hadnt smiled in ages, his eyes unreadable. The shadows thrown over his face made his face look gaunt and serious.
Jacob Black? Chapter2+3Chapter Two
Fourteen days later, I found myself sitting next to my mother on a plane to Port Angeles. I had my ipod turned to a moderately high volume so that I wouldnt be able to hear the obnoxiously loud snores of my father who sat behind us. I was excited, yet terrified at the same time. I was still somehow affected by the eye that I had drawn, often thinking it as a warning of some sort.
I didnt know why I still kept the eye. In fact, I put it up on the wall right next to my computer where I could generally see it every time I entered the room. Every time I looked in that direction I would be reminded whether or not it was wise to go to Forks, La Push. But, always afterwards, I would brush it off and tell myself that I had already agreed to it.
Before leaving for the airport, I looked back into my room. And, surprise, surprise, I saw the golden eye. Yet again, I could only stare at it for a few moments, too caught up in its beauty and supernatural feeling to look
Jacob Black? Chapter NineChapter Nine
I was thankful that my parents had to go to a dinner with my fathers coworkers. I didnt need my mother to see my face, knowing that she would ask me what had happened, and I didnt want to tell because I knew that once Id started, I would not be able to stop myself from telling her everything. After taking a shower and some Advil, I flounced onto my bed, wincing as my head hit the pillow, and tried unsuccessfully to forget the big load of homework in my backpack which was still downstairs.
Sighing, I tromped down the stairs and spread my textbooks and notes on the kitchen table with a bowl of grapes in the middle. I was on my tenth algebra exercise when I heard the sounds of the front door unlocking and laughter trailing in.
Charlie, my fathers booming voice sounded confidently, It really has been such a long time. Who knew I would find you here?
Yes, an unfamiliar voice answered. Actually, I liv
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It cant be him. It simply cant. Its not possible.
But, it was. The details and flawless similarity from book to person was proof. His name even, was a clue. Even as he sat beside me, and when I stole little glances at him, his presence just shouted, I am Jacob Black! Yet, as much as I wanted to believe, I just couldnt bring myself to overlook the pure logic of it all. It simply couldnt be possible. He was a fictional character from a book I just happened to love. This isnt real. Im just waiting for everyone to burst out laughing and point at me saying, Youve just been punked! or something like that. What is happening to me? Am I going crazy? Though, Ive always had the slightest suspicion that I was crazy. And, maybe, possibly I had somehow done something to myself to make myself lose a part of my sanity in my childhood years. It is possible, Im su
unoJace stared across the room at Clarys sleeping form. She looked so peaceful in sleep, so serene. The mixed look of hurt, betrayal, and hate that took hold of her face during her waking hours was gone, replaced by a slight smile. He could still remember when it had graced her lips more often, back before Renwicks. Over the course of the last months, it had grown more and more rare until now, when she was always yelling, always upset. It hurt him all the worse knowing that it was his fault. Today, however, had been different. Jace couldnt figure out why she had been nice to him, but she was. Yes, Simon was still locked up, and he hadnt given the picture back (though Clary doesnt quite know he took it), but she looked at him the way she had when they were just Jace and Clary, not brother and sister.
Jace stole across the bedroom to the bed and snatched the sketchbook. In truth, he missed looking at it. He used to look at it all the tim