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Pride of the Pack

16 year old Alicia is having to move with her pack to Rainy City, a.k.a. Forks. With her mother playing matchmaker for her, her father critisizing her, Alicia's life is less than perfect. But can a certain werewolf see through her mask, and can Alicia eventually love him back? Thanks a load to Eternity's_Charm for the amazing banner!

This story has no Cullen's, or Renesmee. Things are already way to complicateed in Alicia's life to throw in the Cullen's!

3. Chapter 3 Jacob

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Ugghhh. I sighed internally. Stupid alarm. I smacked it hard, turning it off.

I forced myself out of bed, and went to my bathroom to wake myself up. I splashed some cold water on my face, enjoying the icy water. I stumbled back into the bathroom and pulled on some sweat pants, a plain white shirt, an old ratty (my favorite) hoodie, and some socks and shoes. I searched on top of my cluttered dresser for a pony-tail holder and put my hair up, ignoring the need to brush it smooth. I was going running, not as a wolf this time though.

I trudged downstairs, grabbed my ipod and headed to the door. Just as I had opened my mother’s shrill voice broke in.

“Alicia? Is that you? What are you doing at-“she checked the clock, “at 6:45 in the morning?” I could hear the worry in her voice but I didn’t care, I was annoyed.

I turned around slowly. “Mom, I‘m just taking a run. Don’t worry I‘ll be back in time for the meeting.” I spoke each word slowly, as if I were the mother, and she the child.

“But Alicia, I wanted to get you all-you know- glammed up. It’ll be fun!” Sometimes I honestly wondered if she was 40 years old, or the same age as me.

“Mom; first of all I’m going running, I need to let all my stress out. And second of all, why would I need to get ‘all glammed up’?” I was really getting irritated at this point, why couldn’t she just let me go running?

“For the boys, of course! Don’t you want them to see you all pretty?”

“I do not care,” I yelled with all the authority I could muster “if Zac, Tyler, or Austin see me pretty, Mom. I could care less about them!” I then turned around and left her wondering what she said wrong.

I shut the door and plugged the headphones in my ear. I hit shuffle, stretched my hamstrings quickly, flipped my hoodie up and let Secondhand Serenade’s emotional words cure my tampered mood.

I almost loved running human better than a wolf, I loved the ache in my calves when I had run too long, of course running could never last too long. I loved the way my throat got dry because I had breathed too hard. I loved the metronome of my feet hitting the wet roads of Forks. I loved breaking through the mental wall, the wall where you are so tired and then you just push yourself a little bit harder… and then you feel like you are running on air; it is so exhilarating.

I was enjoying myself thoroughly when I saw a sign; I did some math in my head. I had run eight miles! Oh no! I was only supposed to have run five so I could get back to the meeting in time. There was no way I was going to be making it now. Mom was going to slaughter me! I closed my eyes; faintly I could hear a car in the distance. Maybe they could give me a ride home.

A small, beat up, car came turning down the road. I waved my arms back and forth. Thank God, they stopped. A boy inside rolled down the window, he had blond hair that was gelled and turquoise eyes.

“Are you okay?” he asked, I could hear the huge ego in his voice. Great, just great. I was going to be riding home with some boy whose egotistical head was too big for his body.

“Well, actually, I am not. You see I ran all the way out here, and I’ll never make it home in time. Do you think you could give me a ride? I live just right around here.” If I wanted a ride home, I was going to have to turn on the charm. I fluttered my eyelashes a little.

“Sure, I can.” Ugghh, his voice was saturated with confidence, like he was going to give me a kiss home or something.

“Thanks so much!” I crossed around the car and got into the passenger side. “I really appreciate this.” I said while fluttering my eyelashes again.

“You’re welcome; just point me in the direction of your house.” I told him the directions and smirked. I never thought my ‘charm’ would actually work on someone, especially someone who seemed so egotistical. I fluttered my eyelashes again just for the fun of it.

“Um, do you have something in your eye? Because you’ve been doing this weird things with your eyelashes.” He asked with a confused expression on his face. Well so much for the ‘charm’.

“No, there is nothing wrong. I must have just gotten some water in my eyes or something.” I lied while thinking bitter thoughts toward him. We rode the rest of the way in silence. When we pulled up to my house there was a boat-load of cars in front of the house.

“Well thanks for the ride, uh-”

“Mike,” he said with a smile he probably thought would make me swoon. We shook hands and I could feel him slip a piece of paper in my hand. Oh great, did he just give me number? I quickly bolted from the car and sprinted to the door. Dropping the slip of paper on the way. I got to the door, closed my eyes and breathed heavily. I was going to be dead when I walked through that door.

“You goin’ in or what?” I heard a husky voice ask, accompanied by some snickers. I gasped and flicked my eyes open.

Standing before me were seven, tan, extremely muscled, tall hot guys. I gulped; please don’t tell me these were the other pack. Especially when I looked gross like this.

“Hey, do I know you?” a guy from the back asked.

“Uh…” I stalled. I sure knew him. He was from the clearing last night.

“Wait; are you that girl from last night?” He asked again. This was accompanied by a chorus of ‘oooooohhhhhhssss’ from the other boys.

“Not like that, the one I told you about from the confrontation.” he told the boys.

“Oh, so this is the girl who beat you up?” declared another boy. This time it was accompanied by a full blown symphony of laughter.

“Shut up Seth! She didn’t beat me up!” said the first boy. At this I became a little bit irritated, because I so did beat him up; I decided to voice my opinion.

“So what I just magically pinned you to the ground with my magic wand?” I asked with a smirk.

All the boys bellowed with laughter. “And I could easily do it again,” I mentioned with a smile twitching the corners of my mouth.

I could hear snippets of ‘oh no she didn’t’ and things like that. “But don’t worry I won’t embarrass you in front of your friends. Are you going to come in or not?” I opened the door and walked in, the boys trailing me like I was the mother duck and they were the ducklings. One of the boys, Seth I think, high-fived me. I laughed heartily.

“Alicia, what are you doing?” I grimaced noticeably. I turned around to face the wrath of mom-zilla.

“I’m sorry, I lost track of time and had to have someone drive me home.” I apologized in a rush, hoping she wouldn’t hurt me. She was known to get a little rough with me when I disobeyed.

She glared .“That’s perfectly fine, Alicia. No worries.” She said with a sugary sweet voice. She grabbed my hand and led me to the kitchen. As soon as the door shut behind us her grip on my hand tightened. “Don’t you ever do that again, Alicia! I told you to be home at a certain time and you weren’t.” even though she was whispering, I could feel myself shake. “Now, go clean yourself, up. You look disgusting.” After that final word she wound her hand back and slapped me. All the noise from the room outside had ceased. The pain of her hand burned my cheek. I staggered backwards, she was really mad.

“Evelyn is everything alright?” called my mom’s friend Tina.

“Everything is fine, I dropped a bowl.” She answered glaring at me the entire time. She let go of my hand and pushed me towards the other door. I went through without another glance back. I mean sure, my Mom has a big temper, and can get a little rough with me, but her slaps have never been as hard as they had just been.

As I neared the stairs I felt a hot hand grip my shoulder. I turned around and looked up into the most beautiful brown eyes I had ever seen, everything about this boy was beautiful. He was from the group of boys at the door, how had I not noticed him?

“Are you okay?” he asked with a concerned voice. His hand came up to my throbbing cheek, lightly touching it. The contact sent lightning bolts down my spine.

“Jacob?” a man asked rounding the corner.

While he was distracting I sprinted upstairs, not wanting to have to explain the imprint of a hand on my cheek. But also because I was afraid of saying anything to ruin what that handsome man thought of me. I leaned against my door and slid down, sighing.