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When Jacob meets the new girl in town, little does he know that she will change his life forever... One shot in Jacob's POV of the first time he met Bella Swan. ** All of my stories got deleted for some reason, so I'll be reposting them.** iluvedwardcullen xx


1. Chapter 1

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By iluvedwardcullen

“…Jessica Stanley, Mike Newton, Angela Weber and Bella Swan,” finished Eric, introducing the newcomers. I glanced up at the last name. Bella Swan. The girl Eric had pointed to sat down, her long brown hair swinging in her face. The boy who was with her brought her some sandwiches, while Sam introduced all us guys from the Reservation. Bella looked up as she heard my name mentioned. I wondered if she remembered


I waited until after lunch, when some of the people started to drift away, to go and sit by her. I smiled, and she smiled tentatively back. “You’re Isabella Swan, aren’t you?”

“Bella,” she sighed, looking slightly annoyed. I made a mental note to never call her Isabella again.

“I’m Jacob Black,” I said, holding out my hand. She took it. “You bought my dad’s truck.”

“Oh,” she replied, recognition dawning on her pretty face. She really was quite good-looking. “You’re Billy’s son. I probably should remember you.”

I smiled. “No, I’m the youngest of the family – you would remember my older sisters.”

“Rachel and Rebecca,” she said, sounding surprised. She scanned the girls from the reservation as she spoke, trying to see if she could recognise them. “Are they here?”

“No,” I replied, shaking my head. “Rachel got a scholarship to Washington State, and Rebecca married a Samoan surfer – she lives in Hawaii now.”

Bella looked stunned. I guess it was hard to believe. Rebecca was only about a year older than Bella. “Married. Wow.”

“So how do you like the truck?” I asked, changing the subject. I was curious, seeing as I had helped fix it up.

“I love it. It runs great.” Now it was my turn to look stunned.

“Yeah, but it’s really slow,” I laughed. “ I was so relieved when Charlie bought it. My dad wouldn’t let work on building another car when we had a perfectly good vehicle right there.”

“It’s not that slow,” she objected. I tried, and failed, to cover up a smile.

“Have you tried to go over sixty?” I asked.

“No,” she replied.

“Good. Don’t,” I answered, grinning.

She smiled back at me. “It does great in a collision.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at that. “I don’t think a tank could take out that old monster,” I agreed. Bella was really easy to talk to.

“So you build cars?” she asked, sounding impressed. I was secretly pleased that she was taking so much interest in me.

“When I have free time, and parts,” I replied. “You wouldn’t happen to know where I could get my hands on a master cylinder for a 1986 Volkswagen Rabbit?” I added, jokingly.

“Sorry,” she laughed. She had a beautiful laugh. “I haven’t seen any lately, but I’ll keep my eyes open for you.” I beamed, and Bella smiled back.

Someone interrupted out conversation. “You know Bella, Jacob?” asked Lauren Mallory, in a rude tone. I cursed her inwardly, but kept the smile on my face.

“We’ve sort of known each other since I was born,” I replied, smiling at Bella.

“How nice,” replied Lauren in the same tone. Her eyes narrowed, and she looked at Bella.

“Bella,” she called from across the fire, looking at Bella’s face intently. “I was just saying to Tyler that it was too bad none of the Cullens could come out today. Didn’t anyone think to invite them?”

I glanced quickly at Sam to see how he had taken Lauren’s reference to the Cullens. Not well, by the look of things.

“You mean Dr. Carlisle Cullen’s family?” he asked, his tone unfriendly.

“Yes, do you know them?” replied Lauren scornfully.

“The Cullens don’t come here.” Sam closed the subject.

Bella had been watching the conversation very carefully. She stared curiously at Sam, and I decided to interrupt her before Sam rounded on her as well.

“So is Forks driving to insane yet?”

She grimaced. “Oh, I’d say that’s an understatement.” I smiled, understanding how she felt. It must be hard to move from a place of constant sunshine to a place of constant rain.

Bella slipped back into her reverie again. I didn’t know what to say, so I waited for her to speak. Eventually she did.

“Do you want to walk down the beach with me?” she asked, smiling. Something about her eyes drew me in. I jumped up quickly.

We wandered down the beach, watching the water. Bella shoved her hands in her jacket. I waited for her to speak again.

“So you’re, what, sixteen?” she asked.

Sixteen? Did I really look that old? I was flattered. “I just turned fifteen,” I admitted.

“Really?” she looked surprised. “I would have thought you were older.”

I smiled in pleasure. “I’m tall for my age,” I explained.

“Do you come up to Forks much?” she asked, sounding like she was hoping for a ‘yes’. Was I mistaken, or was Bella flirting with me? Either way, I liked the attention.

“Not toon much,” I replied, frowning. “But when I get my car finished I can go up as much as I want – after I get my licence,” I added, remembering that Bella’s dad was a cop.

“Who was that other boy Lauren was talking to? He seemed a little old to be hanging around with us.”

“That’s Sam – he’s nineteen.” I revelled in the way she said ‘us’.

“What was that he was saying about the doctor’s family?” she asked.

I hadn’t expected that. “The Cullens? Oh, they’re not supposed to come onto the reservation,” I replied, looking out to James Island.

“Why not?” she continued. I kind of wished she’d drop the subject. I bit my lip, looking at her.

“Oops. I’m not supposed to say anything about that.”

“Oh, I won’t tell anyone, I’m just curious.” She smiled at me.

It was tempting. I so badly wanted to tell her. I glanced at her, deciding I trusted her. I lifted my eyebrow. “Do you like scary stories?” I asked.

“I love them,” she replied, encouraging me to keep going.

I walked over to a nearby tree and sat down. I stared at the rocks. I had to make this good. I wanted to interest Bella, to captivate her. I had to show her that I was not just a fifteen-year-old boy. I decided to start from the beginning. I tried not to smile.

“Do you know any of our old stories, about where we came from – the Quileutes, I mean?”

“Not really,” she confessed.

Well, there are lots of legends, some of them claiming to date back to the Flood – supposedly, the ancient Quileutes tied their canoes to the tops of the tallest trees on the mountain to survive like Noah and the ark.” I smiled, not wanting her to think that I actually believed these stories. They were a bunch of rubbish in my opinion, even if they were fun to tell.

“Another legend claims that we descended from wolves – and that wolves are our brothers still. It’s against tribal law to kill them.

“Then there are the stories about the cold ones,” I said, dropping my voice lower.

“The cold ones?” repeated Bella, genuinely interested in what I was saying.

“Yes. There are stories of the cold ones as old as the wolf legends, and some much more recent. According to legend, my own great-grandfather knew some of them. He was the one who made the treaty that kept them off our land,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Your great-grandfather?” Bella said, encouraging me to keep going.

“He was a tribal elder, like my father. You see, the cold ones are the natural enemies of the wolf – well, not the wolf, really, but the wolves that turn into men, like our ancestors. You would call the werewolves.”

“Werewolves have enemies?” she asked incredulously.

“Only one,” I replied. Bella looked at me in admiration.

“So you see,” I continued, “the cold ones are traditionally our enemies. But this pack that came to our territory during my great-grandfather’s time was different. They didn’t hunt the way others of their kind did – they weren’t supposed to be dangerous to the tribe. So my great-grandfather made a truce with them. If they would promise to stay off our lands, we wouldn’t expose them to the pale-faces.” I winked.

“If they weren’t dangerous, then why…?” Bella asked, trying to understand.

“There’s always a risk for humans to be around the cold ones, even if they’re civilised like this clan was. You never know when they might get to hungry to resist.”

“What do you mean, ‘civilised’?” she questioned.

“They claimed they didn’t hunt humans. They supposedly were somehow able to prey on animals instead.”

“So how does it fit in with the Cullens? Are they like the cold ones you great-grandfather met?” Bella asked casually.

“No.” I paused. “They are that same ones.” The look on Bella’s face was priceless. I smiled, pleased.

“There are more of them now, a new female and a new male, the rest are the same. In my great-grandfather’s time they already knew of the leader, Carlisle. He’d been here and gone before your people had even arrived,” I said, fighting the urge to smile.

“And what are they?” Bella asked. I had been waiting for this one. “What are the cold ones?”

I smiled. “Blood drinkers,” I said, chillingly. “Your people call them vampires.”

Bella stared at the rough water, while I looked at her face. I suddenly noticed her arms. “You have goose bumps,” I laughed.

“You’re a good storyteller,” she replied, still looking at the waves. I beamed inwardly at the compliment.

“Pretty crazy stuff, though, isn’t it? No wonder my dad doesn’t want us to talk about it to anyone.”

She still didn’t look at me. “Don’t worry, I won’t give you away.”

“I guess I just violated the treaty,” I laughed.

“I’ll take it to the grave,” she promised solemnly, and then she shivered.

“Seriously, though, don’t say anything to Charlie,” I said, starting to get worried. “He was pretty mad at my dad when he heard that some of us weren’t going to the hospital since Dr. Cullen started working there.”

“I won’t, of course not,” she reassured me.

“So do you think we’re a bunch of superstitious natives or what?” I asked playfully, but worrying what she would think of me. Bella still hadn’t looked away from the ocean. Then she turned and smiled at me.

“No. I think you’re very good at telling scary stories though. I still have goose bumps, see?” she said, holding up her arm. I could still see the little lumps on her pale skin.

“Cool,” I said, relieved that she wasn’t thinking I was some weird, over-imaginative kid. I started to say something, but was interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps.

“There you are, Bella,” said the blonde boy called Mike.

I felt a stab of jealousy. “Is that your boyfriend?” I asked, regretting it instantly.

“No, definitely not,” she whispered back. She winked at me, and I beamed.

“So when get my license…” I started, hoping I didn’t sound to eager.

“You should come see me in Forks. We could hang out sometime.” Bella answered. Yes! She did like me!

Mike had reached us by then. “Where have you been?” he asked, addressing Bella, and completely ignoring me.

“Jacob was just telling me some local stories,” she replied, smiling warmly at me. I grinned back.

“Well,” said Mike. “We’re packing up – it looks like it’s going to rain soon.”

I looked up at the sky. Sure enough, the clouds were rolling in.

Bella jumped up quickly. “Okay,” she said. “I’m coming.”

“It was nice to see you again,” I said, taking the opportunity to taunt Mike. I didn’t like the way he spoke to her as if he owned her.

“It really was. Next time Charlie comes down to see Billy, I’ll come, too,” she promised.

I grinned. “That would be cool.” I couldn’t wait to see her and talk to her again.

“And thanks,’ she added, as she pulled her hood up and walked away.

I had one though as I watched her retreating figure, stumbling over the rocks. ‘I’m in love!’