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An Unheard Whisper

Sienne is a high-class, high-maintenance girl who lives and fights in the fast paced fashion industry. So what happens when she suddenly finds herself in the relatively calm and unstylish place of Forks, Washington? Read and find out! (Enticing isn't it?) Jacob/OC


7. Chapter 7

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There was one good thing that came from the craziness involving the mysterious man in the forest. I hadn't had much time to think about Michael, Natalie, and Brayden in Alaska. But after Embry had gone, after Connie had bandaged up my feet, and after the house was dark and quiet I had plenty of time.

I wondered what they were doing. In my mind I could see them, the pictures they were taking and the designs they were drawing. But mostly I wondered what they thought about when they thought of me. Would they feel guilty or relieved. I think, if I were them, I would feel relieved to get rid of me.

Funny how Washington had done that to me. Made me step back and take a good look at myself, I mean.

Sighing, I rolled over on the worn out couch, carefully positioning my feet. Here, I could escape from the world of fashion. And though I loved it, and it was my passion in life too much of a good thing can become a bad thing.

I rubbed my eyes hard and moaned to myself, "What's wrong with me?"

I couldn't be having a change of heart. No way! Not here, not now. I needed to get back home or to Alaska, whichever one was closer. I needed to escape all these creepy drop dead gorgeous strangers and all these ridiculously buff Native Americans. And I definitely needed to get a fashion magazine in my hands or I would completely loose myself in this little corner that the world forgot. The world would not forget about Sienne Parks.

Suddenly everything became too hot. The clothes I was wearing and the blanket I was under were stifling. Throwing off the blanket I stood up. I was too young to have hot flashes, far too young. However, the stress that comes with an attempt at a change of heart could be the cause.

I stood up and hobbled outside awkwardly via the front door. Nothing like chilly, wet, damp air to cool you off.


I shrieked and spun around. "Jacob Black!" I hissed running a shaky hand through my mussed hair, "What the crap are you doing here?"

Jacob's smug face could only mean that he was pleased to have scared the living day lights out of me. "That would be for me to know and for to never find out."

I frowned. "Oh ok well great. Yeah you're just a bundle of fun and love and joy."

"Thanks, I know." It was the first time I'd seen him smile. And it wasn't a pleasant one either. More like a jeering one.

"Why do you hate me?" I asked suddenly. Judging by his eyes he was surprised by the question. Unfortunately I think my expression mirrored his. Where the crap did that question come from?

"You don't make it hard," he muttered angrily (well he didn't waste anytime thinking, did he?), "You're rude, arrogant, immature. I swear you're like this possessed 15 year old stuck inside a 20 year olds body."

I swallowed with difficulty. Possessed 15 year old? Ouch. But Jacob wasn't done.

"You're the most ungrateful person I've ever met. Do you even know how much Embry's family have been put out just so you-a complete stranger-can stay with them for a week? And you don't even care. All you care about is your stupid fashion show--"

"Shoot," I cut in.

"What?" he asked, as if he hadn't expected me to interrupt his elaborate list of insults.

Clearing my throat I repeated, " It's a fashion shoot. Like photo shoot. It's not a fashion show."

"Whatever," he continued, "The fact is is that you think the world revolves around you. But it doesn't."

Tears brimmed my eyes, but luckily I had had years of practice holding them in.

"And what about you, Jacob Black?" I countered, my voice cracking, "Its not like you're Mr. Perfect... freakin' little think you're so amazing! Oh look at me I'm so wonderfully buff, all I do all day is glare at people because life is hard! Well I got news for you, buddy, you're life is great compared to mine!"

He laughed in disbelief , "You've got to be kidding me! You know nothing about my life."

The fierce look he was giving me made me catch my breath. The shadows that fell across his eyes made him look more menacing than before. There was a little voice in the back of my head that cried for me to stop while I was ahead. But I had never listened to it before, why start now?

Lifting my chin in a defiant way I hissed, "You don't make very good first impressions."

Jacob began to shake. Not like shiver, not like wiggle. Shake. And it kinda scared the crap out of me. Something in his face had changed. He... he no longer looked human, he was gazing at me like an animal.

My eyes widened in fear. I'm sure to a bystander we would've look like something off of Discovery Channel. Where the prey was just about to be taken down by something like a lion or wolf.

"Jacob I... I'm sorry," I breathed, adrenaline pumping through my body. I could see it now: HIGH CLASS FASHION DESIGNER FOUND DEAD IN THE MIDDLE OF WASHINGTON.

And then it was over. His seething expression smoothed out into a non-caring mask and the shaking ceased.

Whoa. How'd he do that?


He held up his hand, cutting me off, "Just don't talk to me."

The massive hulk of muscle called Jacob Black turned around and stalked off. Maybe to let his anger cool off. Or to get away from me... which seemed like a likely idea.

I bit my lip to stop myself from calling after him. Why why why? Was it my goal in life to get killed?

Guilt crept into my stomach. I really didn't know what Jacob had or was going through, but once again I let the oh so tactfully way of shoving my problems in other people's faces get the best of me. Funny thing was how it never bothered me before until now. Again with the stupid change of heart!

According to my new conscience I needed to apologize. Looking out into the darkness of night ahead of me I decided to let it wait until morning. I had seen my fair share of La Push in the dark.

I turned around to head inside.

"Hey," someone called lowly.

My heart nearly jumped into my throat. People needed to stop doing that!

Embry appeared before me frowning. I lowered my eyes, acting like a child who was just about to be reprimanded by their parent.

"What did you do to Jacob?" he demanded.

"Nothing! I--"

"Don't tell me ‘nothing', Sienne!" he retorted, pointing a finger at me, "What did you say?"

"Ok! I was a jerk," I confessed, "I told him my life was harder than his... My mouth... it just always gets the better of me! I'm sorry. I tried to apologize. But he...he looked like he was going to kill me or something."

Embry shook his head like he was dealing with a two year old, "Sienne, you need to learn how to keep your mouth shut."

"Why was he here anyways?" I snapped.

I don't think Embry felt the need to answer my question. "You don't understand what he's going through. And believe it or not there are problems in the world that are worse than yours."

A tear fell upon my cheek. "Well you just have me all figured out, don't you. You're right, I don't understand what Jacob's going through and I shouldn't have said anything. But maybe you should take your own advice sometime."

Deliberately I left him alone on the porch and walked inside.

The next morning was bleak. But it mostly had to do with my mood rather than the sky. My stomach twisted in knots as I went outside seeking for Jacob. I wasn't sure how he would react. I hoped he was at least not feeling homicidal.

Finding him was a lot easier than I expected. He was bent over the exposed mechanics of the car I was suppose to use to get to Alaska.

"What do you want?" came his growled acknowledgement from under the car's hood.

How did he know it was me? Then I realized that even a deaf person would be able to hear my awkward shuffle of a walk across the gravel.

I took a deep breath. It really wasn't like me to be nervous. Or apologetic for that matter. Weird how this kid had brought that out of me. "I came to apologize."

That caught his attention. Jacob straightened his tall figure and began to wipe his grease stained hands on a cloth. "Really," he said sarcastically.

I frowned. Well sarcasm was better than anything. "Yes. Really."

He folded his arms, "Did Embry put you up to this?"

"What? No!" I said indignant, "I came because I wanted to."

He raised his eyebrows, "You wanted to come? Impossible."

Gee he was making this super easy. "How so?" I huffed, now annoyed.

"From what I know of you, you never apologize. For anything," he said bluntly as he turned back to his work.

"That's the thing, Jacob," I began, stepping closer to him and leaning over the car so I could face him , "You don't know me. And... and I don't know you."

His eyes concentrated on the inner workings of the car, apparently ignoring me. I sighed, "Anyways... I'm sorry. For everything I said last night."

He lifted his face towards me and stared at me for a moment. I tried to match his steady gaze, needless to say it was one of the longest 20 seconds of my life.

"Apology accepted," he finally said, looking back down.

I nodded and smiled slightly, "Good."

Pushing myself up and away from the car I examined my dirty hands. "Lovely," I muttered to my self.

"Here," he offered simply, tossing me the dirty rag that had been hanging out of his front pocket.

I caught it easily and began whipping off my hands, "Thanks."

He shrugged. From where I was standing I had the perfect view of his revealed torso. And let me tell you, it was freakin' amazing. The brown tone of his skin was sculpted perfectly over his evenly toned muscles. Oh man. I had seen a great deal of the male anatomy (not in that way just with modeling and the likes) and very few compared to Jacob.

I tore my gaze away from the man's remarkable body and cleared my throat. "So... uh, you making any progress with that?" I asked pointing at the rusty old car.

He looked up briefly, seemingly surprised that I was trying to start a conversation with him. "Uh... yeah."

"Cool," I said. An awkward silence ensued. "Listen," I started cautiously, "I was wondering... Embry won't tell me anything about the man I met in the forest yesterday. He... well you all seem to know something about this guy that I don't. I just wanted to know what."

"I really can't tell you anything," Jacob said, still bending over.

I sighed, not really surprised at his response, but disappointed all the same.

He stood up. "But..." he paused, contemplating what he was going to tell me, " He's very dangerous. And it's not a good thing that he knows who you are, or at least your name."

I frowned. "How can you know that?"

"Like I said before, I really can't say anything."

I nodded. Well great. I was practically still at square one. However what I did know was that Embry and his friends believed my stranger to be dangerous. It was hard for me to imagine that because the man I met in the forest had spoken to me in a very... soothing way, for lack of better words. Maybe the Quileute boys were wrong, maybe they were paranoid. But then again perhaps it was I who should be more cautious.

As I walked back towards the house I decided one thing: Jacob Black wasn't so bad after all. I twisted my head slightly to look over my shoulder, indeed not bad at all.