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A Jacob imprint story! Jacob/OC


1. Chapter 1

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"Where were you first period?"

Two girls were sitting at a lunch table in the middle of a noisy school cafeteria. One spoke, the other grimaced in disgust as she answered.

"Quil went off with the other guys again, so I didn't have a ride and had to walk. Don't ask me where they went- I don't know." The girl who answered was Native American, as was her friend. They both had dark hair and eyes, and their skin always looked tan.

"They're always gone. I wonder where they go..." the first girl, Melanie, trailed off in thought.

"You mean you wonder where Jacob goes," the second girl teased Melanie. When Melanie started to protest, the girl continued. "You're head over heels for him- don't deny it. When I ask you to come over and hang out with me, you're too busy. But when I mention that Jacob's over, hanging with Quil... then you're suddenly able to rearrange your schedule to come over," she smirked at Melanie's growing blush.

"Steph, I have...I- I have no idea what you're... I... I mean, I don't really..." Melanie fumbled for words, squirming in her chair.

"Yes you do. Don't deny it." Steph rebuked, smiling slyly as she got up to clear her lunch tray. Melanie followed with hers, a look of defeat on her red face.

"Fine. I do like him, but you don't have to make such a big deal out of it," Melanie muttered, walking with Steph to class.

Melanie just smiled smugly, content with victory.


**ding dong!** the doorbell rang clearly through Steph's house. She came down from her room and opened the door to see Melanie standing there.

"Hey Steph. See, I came to your house, and Jacob's not even here."

Steph laughed. "What an accomplishment! Too bad Jacob is here!"

"What?! Where?! In there?" Melanie peered past Steph into the house, straining to catch a glimpse of the tall Native American teen.

Steph exploded in laughter, clutching her sides. "You're really obsessed with him, aren't you? Oh that was great! You should've seen how your face lit up when I said that!!"

Melanie glared at Steph, clearly irritated that she had been tricked and disappointed that Jacob really wasn't there. "It's not nice at all to make fun of people's obsessions," she said and stomped past Steph into the house.


Midnight found the girls watching a movie on the couch.

"Ooh! See? Look at him! Now he's hot!" Steph squealed at the tv, which was showing a close up of said hot boy while he spoke.

"You don't even know the actor's name. Why go for some no name actor who's probably horrible, always gets little minor parts, and is unrecognizable when you've got hot guys like-"

"Because he's hot. Now shut up, he's talking and I want to hear his lines."

The end of the movie was bittersweet, bringing both girls to tears. Melanie picked up the remote, searching for the stop button.

"Wait! Steph exclaimed, wrestling the remote out of her hands. "I want to see that actor's name."

Melanie sighed dramatically, giving Steph a look that shouted "you are so pathetic."

Just then, a dark skinned, tall boy came though the door. "Hey Stephy!" he called, and came over to her. He reached out his hand and playfully mussed her hair.

"You know I hate it when you do that, Quil," she complained, but smiled anyway, and he grinned back at her. "So... where were you, Quil?" she asked.

"It's a secret," he said, still grinning, and he walked through a doorway into the kitchen.

"No it's not, Quil. I want to know where you always are. If you don't tell me, I'll tell mom and dad you were out way past your curfew."

Quil glanced up at a clock, where it read just after 2 am. His expression grew more serious. "Yeah, that would be very mature, Steph. Threatening to tell on me..." he rolled his eyes, rummaging through the kitchen cupboards.

"I mean it. I will tell them." Steph and Melanie had followed him into the kitchen.

Quil sighed. "I was with Jacob and embry," he answered, grabbing a bag of chips, and leaving the kitchen. Steph watched him go with a pout on his face.

"That's another thing I want to know!" she yelled after him. "Why you eat so much!"

Her answer was a chuckle from the hallway.

"That wasn't supposed to be funny," she muttered.

Melanie gave her a sympathetic face and put arm around her shoulders, giving her a side-hug. "Guys," she said, shaking her head.

"Brothers," Steph answered, copying Melanie.