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What if the one you loved had loved you, but in the wrong way? You would feel like Jacob. But, How would he feel if the one he was destined for, was incapable of loving?

This is my First FanFic So be nice! :)

1. Chapter 1: New Friends

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"Embry, Quil, phase back," I heard authority in Sam's voice.

At least he would respect my privacy, and none of us could disobey him. Obviously he had heard my thoughts, so he knew what I was doing. How could she? He left her once and he could do it again!

I was deep in California before I was finally able to think about what I was doing instead of what was happening. Where was I? I ran fast, faster than humans although not faster than the leeches, and even faster when I phase. I slowed down as my sensitive hearing brought me to a highway.

I changed back and struggled with the pants I had tied to my leg. When I finally got them on I jogged to the exit that read 'Boulder Creek' and decided I could check into a motel there. As I ran back into the woods to change unseen, I caught a scent so familiar yet still very distant. It was the smell of more Werewolves, but not anyone that I knew personally. I took my pants off and strapped them to my leg, and then with a flexible motion- and a slightly painful pop- I was parading on all fours. I took off along side the highway but far enough away that no one could see me.

I got to the edge of the town, it was completely dark except for the lights of the shops that lined the road.I was a little amused by its similarity to forks. I once again phased back and put my pants on. Now, to ask for directions.

As I walked the streets of this town, I noticed the lack of diversity. My appearance earned me many stares, especially from the women. I suppose they’re not use to seeing too many people wearing just pants, let alone too many darker toned people. I should ask for directions to the nearest motel, that should give me more time to rest before I head back. I finally decided upon a nice motherly looking woman.

“Excuse me ma’am,” I put on my sweetest voice,” would you happen to know of a nearby motel?”

She looked me up and down appraisingly, and then put on a big goofy grin that looked out of place on her thin face. She had strawberry blonde hair that slightly bounced as she looked around to see who was within earshot.

“Well, there’s Tom’s Inn around the corner but my house is much cheaper…” she trailed off with a wink.

I was more disgusted than I felt when that leech was welcomed back. I mean this woman was at least 30! I sighed as I remembered that I looked about 25, even though I was only 16.

“Umm… no thanks, “I said quickly before speeding off in the direction of the inn.
It only took about 5 minutes to jog there. When I opened the door to the main office the man inside was glued to the small television.

“Ahem,” I cleared my throat, and he jerked awake.

“Who-What-Huh?” he blubbered for a second.

I ordered a single room- one with only one bed- and said goodnight.

The inn wasn't big. It held about 10 rooms. My room was easy to find.

“B6,” I said to myself as I wound the corner.

When I finally got to the door, I rested my head on the frame. I'll just go home in the morning.

“Ouch.” A soft voice spoke seemingly out of nowhere.

I turned to see a young lady wearing a hooded sweater that covered her face, and sweats so baggy that the only way to distinguish that she was female was the wavy black hair hanging out side of the hood of her sweater and that soft whisper she spoke in. She sat with her knees curled against her chest with her back to the door next to mine.

“Are you okay?” My answer must have startled her because she whipped her head towards me at the sound of my voice.

That’s when it happened; my entire universe was flipped upside down. All I could think about was this girl and how important she was. I didn’t even know her name, yet I was compelled to find out every detail of her life. She must have caught my amazed expression because she quickly looked away and shifted uncomfortably.

I didn’t know what to do or say so I just slid down the door I was leaning on and stared straight ahead. She looked at me and I took in the depth of her dark brown eyes. They reminded me of Sam's; Her eyes were so dark I couldn't even see her pupil.

“From around here?” Was the only thing I could manage to say.

She looked at me once more, this time I took the time to memorize her face. She had skin the color of the sand at first beach, only slightly paler.

“Sort of,” she said simply.

That was an odd answer. I tried to think of situations where someone would only be considered ‘Sort of’ from a place. Her mystery only got me more excited to get to know her. Sleep would have to wait. In Fact, La Push would Have to wait.

“Where are you from?” she questioned.

She obviously knew enough about this town to know I wasn’t from here.

“La Push. It’s in Washington.” I wanted so badly for us to find something to talk about.

“Yeah, near forks, huh?” She said still speaking very quietly, her voice held such a tone that it’s hard to imagine her yelling.

“You’ve been there?” I really hoped she had, if she had she might not mind going back.

“No…just heard of it.” That’s funny; La Push really isn’t all that popular. This girl was a mystery that I was determined to solve.

She glanced down at her watch and looked back at me curiously.

“It’s almost midnight. Mind if I am curious?” I smiled, one day she would know just how much I didn’t mind, as I shook my head.

“Why are you here?” I sighed that was complicated.

“Mind if I say ‘long story’?”

She laughed and shook her head, “Don’t worry, I know how that goes.”

We both gave each other reassuring smiles. I felt as though I could stare at that smile forever, though it was hard to read her emotion. It was a beautiful smile, her full lips even reminded me of Bella's. We sat there in silence for a while and i thought of Bella, but only for a second.

“Sleep much?” I decided it was okay to be interested at least a little, plus I saw bags under her eyes.

She looked at me smiling and said, “Sleep is inevitable isn’t it? Though I suppose no one could ever define how much is much.”

I thought about this for a moment and decided that was some sort of riddle.

“Tired?” I tried to rephrase my question.

She Just laughed and spoke again quietly, “Yes, but, the faster I sleep, the faster tomorrow comes.”

What is she avoiding?

“Busy day?.” I said.

She looked at me again with that adorably curious expression, “More like dull ending to a lame trip,” She tried to hold back a smile. I'd do anything to see her smile.

I rose to my feet, deciding I wouldn’t be able to play twenty questions with her, and I was about to fall out.

“You know what's exciting? Food!” She laughed at that.

“Well, it would be exciting if you went with me and we... ordered for each other.” I tried to think of a way to make it make it more interesting, but i think i probably sounded corny.

I started to lose my nerve. What if she doesn't like me? She smiled and my courage was renewed. I offered my hand to help her up. I guess it was sort of egotistical to think that she would want to stand simply because I was, because she looked at my hand questioningly with one eyebrow raised before taking it.

“Quite the gentlemen.”she said sweetly, then stood up.

I smiled when I realized she hadn’t yet let go of my hand. She followed my gaze and quickly pulled her hand into her other one blushing.

I took my now free hand and offered it again, “Jacob Black, 16.”She raised both eyebrows this time.

“Wow…” she was momentarily stuck taking in my entire height, “Sorry you’re just…very… mature.”

I could understand what she meant; she stood at least a foot shorter than me. She regained her composure and smiled up at me while taking my hand and shaking it.

“My name’s Celia, I’m 17.” I kissed her hand in mine and she blushed once again.

I smiled down at her and she looked up at me concerned,"Is 11:00 okay?"

I nodded my head and she smiled her luring smile before turning and heading towards the door.

“Goodnight…” she whispered and I barely had time to respond before she was gone.

“Good night Celia,” I whispered as she closed the door.