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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!

6. Chapter 6 Life is Good

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I did a mental touchdown dance, Jake thought I was wow. All of my mother’s hard work had resulted in that one word to slide off Jacob’s lips, it was worth it.

“You look pretty ‘wow’ yourself,” I complimented. Boy did he! He was wearing a blue t-shirt that contrasted spectacularly against his milk chocolate like skin. The shirt fit him almost like a second skin, and he wore clean pair of khaki cutoffs. His old Nike’s seemed like an old friend of his, you could see these were the shoes he normally wore. His hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail, the overhead light reflected in his shiny hair. I never knew hair could have that many shades of black.

We both just gawked at each other for probably five minutes. Jake was the one who nervously cleared his throat, and in a somewhat awkward manner, gave me the small bouquet.

“Here,” came his deep voice, “I got these for you.” I probably blushed a million shades of bright pink at the moment. I wondered if anytime I was in Jacob’s presence I would blush commonly like this, I hoped not.

I clutched the flowers in my hand, and whispered ‘thank you’. I quickly cleared out the frog’s residing in my voice, and spoke a bit louder. “How did you know these were my favorite?” I glanced down at the daises mixed with a sprig or two baby’s breath. I had always liked daises, they were a bit plain, yes, but beautiful in their own way.

Jacob just gazed at me and tapped his temple. “I know all,” he joked. I released one of my cackles, otherwise known as my laugh.

I remembered the daises in my hand and quickly excused myself to place them in a cup of water; I didn’t want them to die. I would probably keep the dead daises; these daises are the first thing Jake ever gave me.

I placed them in a cup filled with tap water and set it down on the window ledge, that way it would be able to get some rare sun. I smiled once more at the daises, enjoying the way the kitchen light reflected them on the water, and turned on my heel and headed back to the front hallway.

To my horror, I came back to find Jake making small talk with my father. My father heard my quiet footsteps and turned to me, “Alicia, I was not aware you would be having an escort to a movie tonight, care to explain?” my father asked with a clenched jaw, let’s just say my father is not big on surprises.

“Well…” I gave a nervous laugh, “Jacob here,” I pointed at him, as though my father had no idea who he was. “He asked me to go to the movies with him, I accepted, obviously,” another nervous cackle, “so, we are going to go see a movie and we won’t be back too late. Don’t worry, bye!” all of the information came out in a rush. As my father pondered this, I grasped onto Jacob’s warm hand, grabbed my black bag and pulled him out of my chaotic house.

Jake led me to his truck, he opened the door for me and I heard my father’s distant voice. “I guess the movies are okay, have fun.” Those last two words had a lot of meaning to them, they meant ‘this is my only daughter, so contrary to what I just said, do not actually have fun,’

Jake closed the door, and looped around to the other side and got in. He put the keys in ignition and the truck bellowed in response. “I am sorry about my Father, he usually isn’t that tense and protective over me,” I apologized.

“That’s okay," Jake responded sincerely.

“Actually,” I backtracked, “my Father is always protective and tense. If I could only describe him in two words, it would be those words.” Jacob gave a big ‘guffaw’ in reply.

“Here, you wanna listen to some music? I can play the radio?” he asked.

“Sure,” I agreed. “That would be nice.”

He clicked the radio button and a song came on, swirling around the car, soaking us in its Middle Eastern vibes. Jacob gave a chuckle, “This wasn’t exactly what I had in mind. I was expecting the chords of a guitar, not the sitar.” He teased.

I let out another of one of my confined cackles. “The penniless sitar player and the evil Maharasha.” I snickered at my own joke. It was a red light so Jacob looked over at me. His eyebrows were coming closer together in confusion. “Oh you know? The penniless sitar player, evil Maharasha, and the courtesan?” This time my laughter was nervous, Jacob looked as confused as ever. “No? Well that’s okay?” My anxious voice made it come out as a question.

I cleared my throat, “Why don’t we just change the station?” I asked.

“Sure,” Jake said. He was probably going over in his mind how crazy, stupid, weird, unattract-

“We’re here,” Jake’s voice interrupted my inner monologue.

“Great.” I made sure Jacob was out of sight while, I shook my body out, it always calmed me down and made me feel like embarrassing events didn’t just happen. I did it one more time for good measure. I opened my eyes, only to find Jake trying not to burst out in rib cracking laughter. “Let’s just go,” I said trying to hide my once again burning cheeks.

We got up to the ticket booth, “So… what will we be viewing today?” I questioned.

Jake shrugged his broad shoulders, “What do you want to-” I cut him off.

“WE HAVE TO SEE THE WEREWOLF MOVIE!” I practically yelled, “Look, it’s playing in ten minutes.” Jacob gave me a smile that made me go dizzy.

He told the ticket-lady the movie and she gave us the tickets. I searched through my bag for my wallet and found just as Jake paid for the both of us. “I got it,” he said. Always the gentleman to me.

We walked into the chilly theater. “Well if you’ve got the tickets, then I’ll get the popcorn.” I said, I wasn’t about to let him pay for everything.

Jacob gave a loud laugh, “Trust me, popcorn and refreshments are going to much more than the tickets.” I just looked at him quizzically.

We ended up getting the large popcorn, one large coke, one small sprite, and three jumbo bars of candy.

I carried the drinks and candy, Jake with the popcorn. While we were heading up the stairs I tripped over the step, just as I was sure I was going to spill the drinks from my fall, I felt a warm hand tug on my shoulder, having me hang in mid-air.

“You okay down there?” he inquired.

I cautiously came back to standing position. I lifted my head to look at his face, “What about you? Okay up there?” I teased. His face broke out into a smile like a person allergic to bees breaks out in hives after they’ve been stung. He led me to a seat in the back of the theater.

“I figured all the way up here, people won’t be able to hear our laughter that much.” Jacob explained.

“They’ll probably be wondering while we’re laughing like this is a comedy, not a horror film.” I declared.

“If you need to Alicia, you can hold on to me if the werewolf gets too scary for you.” He joked. I threw some popcorn at his face.

I shushed him. “The movie is about to start.” I whispered.

We must have given off a gut-busting laugh every five minutes during the movie, though it seemed like Jake was staring at me more than the movie.


We walked out off the theater still clutching our sides in laughter.

“Remember when the man shifted and he started growing hair, and he was all like ‘this is going to do a doozy on my razor’?” I asked trying to make what came out of my mouth make sense and not sound like jumble of words because of my laughter.

“YES!” Jacob bellowed while making a loud guffaw. We spent the rest of the car ride discussing how bad Hollywood portrayed us, especially when the lead character got killed by a silver bullet.

We stopped in front of my house and Jake escorted me to my door. I turned to face him; Jacob was peering down at me. The space between us slowly grew smaller and smaller.

He is going to kiss me, he is going to kiss me, were my only thoughts. All of a sudden it was happening; I was getting kissed by Jacob Black. I let myself fall into him, running my hands over his. I savored the feel of his lips over mine. I could smell his scent from this close, it smelled like pine in wild woods. And then it was over as quickly as it started, and Jake looked ashamed, was he ashamed of kissing me?

“I’m sorry, Alicia. You probably didn’t want that to happen, I just-”I cut him off with a kiss, this one lasting longer. I pulled away; wanting it to last longer, but knowing there would be other times to do this. We both wore a pair of goofy grins on our faces.

Jacob leaned down again, I thought it was another kiss, but his lips were next to my ear. “You might think you embarrass yourself in front of me, but I find you quite charming,” He pulled and walked towards his Mustang.

In a daze I turned around and walked into my door. I turned around, hoping not to see Jake, to my dismay, I saw him snickering while driving away.

Usually this would bother me, but right now nothing could bother me. I was just kissed by Jacob Black. Life is good…