At First Sight

Twilight - rewritten from Jacob's perspective

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Chapter 5: Hard Time

I wasn’t quite so lucky the next day when Quil and Embry came to hang out with me in my garage. They said they were there so that we could fix up Embry’s dirt bike, but it didn’t take long before Quil started in on Bella.

“So, did Jacob tell you that he was hitting on Charlie’s kid?” Quil asked Embry with a smirk.

“I was NOT hitting on her.” I growled as I threw him a dirty look. He was lucky that I didn’t throw anything else at him.

“That’s not what it looked like to me,” he taunted.

“No fair, I wasn’t there! What happened?” Embry asked excitedly.

I glared at him too. I had expected that he would be on my side. Deciding that ignoring both of them was the safest course of action, I looked down and concentrated on the bike.

“Yeah, well Jake here lost no time. As soon as she was sitting by herself, bam! He made a move and got in there. And then they went off for a long walk by themselves.” Quil waggled his eyebrows at me but I continued to ignore him. “Though they didn’t go far, they were just sitting by that bleached driftwood tree. I couldn’t see too clearly but it did look like they were sitting pretty close together.”

I continued to ignore him.

“Man, why do I always miss the good stuff?” Embry wailed.

Quil rolled his eyes. “Hey! I missed the good stuff too. Jake’s the only one who got any good stuff yesterday. Just how good the stuff was though, you’ll have to ask him.”

That did it.

“You did not miss out on anything. We were just talking. That’s all,” I spit out, knowing that I was stupid for even rising to the bait.

“A trifle defensive there, aren’t we?” Quil said with a speculative gleam in his eye. “I was actually just kidding man, didn’t think you’d take it so seriously.”

Great. I knew I should have kept my mouth shut. What was I thinking, letting myself be baited by Quil?

“What does she look like?” Embry asked as he handed me the wrench that I had motioned for.

“Brown hair, brown eyes, kind of pale, short, and skinny,” Quil answered for me, with a dismissive wave. I snorted. His taste in women ran to the obvious. “But I guess Jake here is no Romeo himself.”

“Yeah, and what, you are?” I shot back, angry at myself for having been goaded into having this discussion.

“Just you wait. I’ve got a plan to bulk up.” Quil launched into a description of some high-protein diet and weight-lifting regimen that he had planned for himself. Embry caught my eye and we both hid our smiles. Quil had been making plans since we were 10 for how he’d become the next Incredible Hulk. We were still waiting for it to happen. Embry turned to grab some snacks out of the grocery bag he brought with him, and I tuned Quil out entirely as I focused on the work I was doing.

“Hey! You guys aren’t listening to me,” Quil whined when he realized that he was talking to himself.

“I am listening to you, but I guess Jake’s too busy thinking about Bella,” Embry said with a sly smile.

Traitor. Maybe he should try to fix his own bike I thought sourly as I gave him a dirty look. He just grinned in response.

“Speaking of which, I forgot to mention that I did some spying work for you my man!”

I looked at Quil skeptically. I had no idea what he was talking about, but I was sure it wasn’t good.

“What?! I did you a favor. My dad and I went into Forks today to pick up some new hiking gear and we went to that store. You know, Newton’s something or other. The one by the library?”

“Yeah?” I hesitated before answering, not sure that I actually wanted to know what he was talking about.

“Well the letterman jacket guy from yesterday was there – his parents own the place. I knew he looked familiar.” Quil puffed out his chest as he spoke, clearly pleased with his detective work.

“Who’s the letterman jacket?” Embry asked.

“Jake’s main competition. He was all over Bella yesterday and the dude did not look happy when our boy here snuck her away right under his nose.”

I smiled, I couldn’t help myself. The letterman jock was a jerk. And if he really was my main competition, then I was in good shape.

“So anyway, he and I were chatting and he’s totally worried about you man. He tried to ask me – pretending to be all casual and stuff - about how you knew Bella,” Quil scoffed. “I told him that your parents were tight and so you guys will probably see each other all the time now. Bet that’ll keep him up at night.”

“Well that may be true, but unfortunately, it also doesn’t mean anything. She didn’t even remember who I was,” I said with a shrug. I was trying not to dwell on that too much. I knew it was stupid, but it seemed strange that I remembered her so well while she didn’t remember me at all.

“So what?” Embry said reassuringly. “The girls on the rez remember you as a kid but it hasn’t done you much good so far. Maybe it’s better that she doesn’t remember what a whiny brat you were.”

“Thanks,” I said sarcastically. But suddenly, I felt relieved. Maybe he had a point.

“Hey, I’m just trying to see the cup half full. Plus, what does it matter as long as you guys hit it off?” Embry continued encouragingly.

“We did not hit it off. We talked.” I saw Quil open his mouth to ask something, so I figured that I would beat him to the punch. “If you must know, we talked about the Quileute legends.”

“That’s how you pick up chicks, Jake?” Quil looked utterly disgusted as he rolled his eyes. “Man, you are hopeless. You should just give up now.”

“You gotta admit, that is kinda weird,” Embry added unhelpfully. “Whatever happened to talking about movies and music, man?”

“Well she asked about the Cullens. You remember. Sam made that remark about how they don’t come here. So she was curious, that’s all,” I replied defensively.

“So did you tell her?” Quil asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.

“Sort of,” I admitted, not wanting to lie outright as I did a palms-up. At the time, it hadn't seemed like a big deal, but now the look on Quil's face was making me rethink my decision to tell her those tribal legends. His grandfather was an elder too. But unlike me, Quil loved the status that it brought. He was very much a Sam-in-the-making. We were just hoping that he wouldn’t be quite so annoying when it happened. “I mostly told a watered down version of the stories. You know, just to scare her a little.”

“You didn’t break the treaty, did you?” Quil demanded, suddenly looking every bit like his grandfather when he got worked up at council meetings.

“Well …” I flushed guiltily. I didn’t know why I thought I’d be able to lie about it. I had never been a convincing liar. Too conscientious, Billy would say. Too stupid was what I would say.

“Man! I can’t believe you did that?!” Quil exclaimed with a shout. “You know that’s bad, right? What if she tells someone?!”

“Please! First of all, she’s Charlie’s daughter and Charlie is practically an honorary Quileute…”

“But he’s not one of us. If he were, your dad and Harry would have told him themselves …..” Quil retorted.

“Maybe it’s because they’re embarrassed of our stupid stories,” I shot back. “It’s ridiculous, they’re just crazy stories that someone made up at some point. Why are we so secretive about them?” Then I remembered, “Wait! You don’t even believe them yourself. Why do you even care?”

Quil flushed. “That is not the point! They may be a bunch of mumbo-jumbo, but they’re OUR Stories. They belong to US! You can’t just tell them to random people.”

“Bella is not some random person,” I gritted through my teeth.

“Clearly!” he shouted back.

We glared at each other, ripe with anger and frustration. It pissed me off when Quil went off on his stupid Sam imitation, and I know it pissed him off that I never took our tribal stuff more seriously.

Suddenly I remembered something. “You told Embry the stories! And he’s not technically Quileute.”

I looked at Embry apologetically. I knew that he was sensitive about it. He was a Makah – or at least his mother was, we didn’t know who his father was – so that meant that he was often left out of the loop on the rez happenings. Quil and I considered him a Quileute-in-spirit though, which meant that we told him everything we knew.

“That’s different,” Quil responded, though with significantly less enthusiasm than before.

“No, it’s not. She’s just like Embry. She may not be born a Quileute, but she’s one of us. ” I replied not backing down. As far as I was concerned, it was exactly the same situation. Bella just happened to be a girl that I liked. One that I probably couldn’t have said no to anyway. Not when she smiled at me the way she had. My mind drifted off at the memory of what her smile did to her face, the flush on her cheeks, and the way she had leaned towards me and smelled so unbelievably good …

“Oy! You better not be thinking about what I think you’re thinking about!” Quil muttered mutinously.

I looked down quickly at the tools I had been working with, avoiding his glare at all costs. Embry had calmly ignored our entire exchange as he polished up the rims of the bike. We got into spats all the time so he was used to just letting us blow off steam. We sat in silence for a few minutes before Quil finally spoke.

“Okay, fine. I won’t say anything. I just think you shouldn’t treat our stuff so lightly,” he grumbled.

Knowing that was about as much of an apology or truce I would ever get from him, I nodded in agreement. I was just glad he wasn’t going to rat me out to Billy.

“So …” Embry paused, clearly trying to think of another topic to discuss. “Were there any other Forks girls at the beach?”

I smiled. Fair was fair. “Well, Quil was chatting up this blonde for quite a while. He was telling her all about his thrilling dirt bike exploits.”

Quil laughed. He wasn’t bothered the least bit by my teasing.

“Lauren something or other. She was hot man. Did you see her …” He used his hands to outline her silhouette. As I said, Quil’s taste ran to the obvious. “But way too high maintenance man. So not worth it…”

I snorted. Like he even had a chance with her. I suddenly remembered something. “I got the impression that she and Bella didn’t like each other. Do you know why?”

Quil scrunched up his forehead as he thought about it. “No, she didn’t say anything.”

“Well I’ll bet it’s because Bella’s the new girl,” Embry offered. “I bet she’s getting all the attention and it’s pissing this other girl off.”

Quil and I both turned to look at him. Since when did Embry become the expert in women?

“What?! My mom watches a lot of soaps and so I’ve picked up a few things.” Embry replied defensively. “All I know is that when it comes to girls fighting, it’s always about a guy.”

He could be right. That would also explain why Bella had looked at me so warily when I first approached her. Maybe the guys in Forks were pestering her for dates or something. I frowned, that couldn’t be good for me. Man, this whole thing was turning me inside out. I was a pretty happy-go-lucky guy usually. Being this anxious and worked up about something was weird for me.

“Back to Bella,” Quil said. I winced, not sure if he was going to lecture me again or make a crude joke. “Why was she interested in the legends anyway? Does she know the Cullens?”

“I don’t know, she didn’t say.” I was wondering the same thing myself.

“Cuz speaking of blondes, the Cullen’s daughter or foster daughter or whatever she is, now that is what I call one hot blonde.” Quil said, his voice full of appreciation.

Embry and I both shrugged – neither of us had seen her before, which wasn't a surprise since Quil made it off the reservation a lot more often than we did. Embry spent most of his weekends helping his mom and traveling anywhere wasn’t easy for Billy.

“Yeah? Is it true that they’re all dating or something?” Embry asked with an interesting glint in his eyes. He could blame it on his mom and sisters all he wanted, but Embry totally dug the rez gossip and soap stuff.

“Don’t know, I’ve only met two of the kids,” Quil explained. “We ran into Dr. Cullen once at the police station when dad was chatting with Charlie. His daughter and son were waiting by the car - you should have seen the size of that guy. He was huge.”

“Bigger than Sam?” Embry asked skeptically.

“Oh yeah. By at least a few inches.” Quil admitted, clearly impressed. And that really was saying something. Sam was one of the biggest guys I had ever seen. “I think he and the blonde were definitely together though,” he continued with a frown.

I smirked. “Not that you had a chance to begin with.”

“You never know. Once you go Quileute, you don’t go back!” Quil waggled his eyebrows.

“Well I guess that’s the secret then. Get pumped and you’ll get girls,” I rolled my eyes. “It worked for Sam, too, didn’t it?” I added as an afterthought.

“I’m working on it,” he responded ignoring our chuckles. “Laugh all you want now, but when I’m getting all the chicks, don’t say I didn’t tell you.”

“I won’t hold my breath,” I retorted.

“I think I’ve seen Dr. Cullen’s other son,” Embry said suddenly.

Quil and I looked up at him surprised. Embry made it off the reservation more infrequently than I did.

“Which one?” Quil asked.

“I don’t know – how many does he have?”

Quil scrunched his forehead. He always did that – unconsciously I think - when he was trying to think and it made him look like a monkey. “Three, I think. I can’t remember. There’s the one that I saw and I think there are two others.”

“Well it was at the hospital. My mom went in to have some tests done back in January.”

“You guys went to Dr. Cullen?” Quil was surprised. It was no secret that the Quileutes did not see Dr. Cullen.

“Not all of our parents can take time off of work to drive out to Hoquaim anytime they need to see a doctor,” Embry retorted tersely.

“Fine, fine. It’s your neck if you want to be treated by Dr. Fang,” Quil shrugged.

I shot him a warning look. None of us were well-off by any means, but Embry’s mother struggled more than others did to support them.

“Anyway, it was fine,” Embry continued. “But as we were leaving, there was some commotion going on. I think there was a car accident at Forks High School or something because the lobby was full of kids. I saw Dr. Cullen talking to a gorgeous blonde girl … “

“Was she?” Quil’s hands outlined the rest.

“Yes,” Embry responded enthusiastically as they hi-fived each other. Man, the Cullen daughter really must be gorgeous if it was making Embry behave like Quil.

“That’s the one. Told you she was hot.” Quil guffawed. “Maybe we should drive Jake here out to see her. Might make him rethink this whole Bella situation.”

I ignored him again. I was rapidly finding that to be the safest thing to do with Quil these days.

“So anyways, there was also this other guy with him. He was gorgeous too …” Embry stammered a bit under Quil’s stare. Quil’s vocabulary did not extend to using gorgeous to describe a guy.

Defensively, Embry continued, “Well he was! You should have seen all the nurses drooling over him and Dr. Cullen.”

I quickly processed what they were saying. So Dr. Cullen’s sons – or at least two of them – were gorgeous. And they both went to Forks High School. And Bella was asking me about them.

I suddenly felt deflated. So that’s why she wanted to know about the Cullens. Not only was I a prop to ward off guys that she wasn’t interested in, but I was also stupid enough to give her the scoop about the guys she was interested in. Man, I was an idiot. To think that I thought she was actually flirting with me. My face must have betrayed my thoughts because Quil and Embry were both looking at me quizzically.

Scowling, I jumped up and walked over to the tool box. I needed a moment away to sort out my jumbled thoughts. So what if she was curious about the Cullens - who wouldn’t be? They definitely were the most interesting folks in town, so that wasn’t surprising.

And she did like me– at least as a friend – I knew I wasn’t wrong about that. I remembered suddenly the warmth of her smile and how easily we chatted the afternoon away and the knot in my stomach eased slightly. I didn’t click with many people so it was unmistakable when I did click with someone. And Bella and I had chatted away so easily and comfortably each other, that had to mean something.

“Well, I just say that life is unfair,” Quil continued when I turned around. “I mean, the guy is …gorgeous …” He winced as he said that. “… loaded and has a nice car. How are the rest of us supposed to compete?”

“Let me know if you figure that one out,” I responded with a wry smile.

“There are other things that girls find attractive,” Embry insisted emphatically. We both looked at him with our eyebrows raised.

“Is this another lesson from a soap opera?” Quil cackled.

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“So what if it is! I live in a household of women,” Embry retorted.

“So do I!” Quil responded wincing at the thought of his three younger sisters.

“It’s not the same. Your dad and your grandfather evens it out.” Embry dismissed. “There’s my mom and my sister and that’s it. I’m around women all the time.”

“What are we, chopped liver?” I teased.

“You know what I mean.” He looked at us in exasperation. “Look, all I’m saying is that good looks and money help, but they’re not everything. Look at Sam.”

“He’s pretty good-looking,” Quil argued. Now it was our turn to stare at him. “What?” Quil continued defensively, “He is! Objectively speaking!”

“If you say so,” Embry and I said at the same time as we burst into laughter. It was almost too easy making fun of Quil’s hero-worship of Sam.

“Anyway,” Embry continued, “I see your point. Sam isn’t rich and he’s not anybody special …”

“He’s an elder of the tribe,” Quil pointed out. “That's something special.”

“No it's not,” I retorted. “Go on, Embry.”

“He’s just a nice guy. A good guy at heart and women want that.”

I raised my eyebrow. Maybe the Sam hero-worship was contagious. Catching my eye, Embry hastened to explain, “Look, that’s what my mom says about him, alright? Every time he comes into the store, she sighs and tells me how he’s a great catch because he’s actually a good decent guy unlike his father…”

We all looked at each other. Joshua Uley had died many years ago but the stories about him lived on. If his son, Sam, was held up as a role model, then Joshua was definitely the cautionary tale of what happened when you didn’t listen to the elders. We never knew the full story. All we heard were snippets about the womanizing, gambling, and alcoholism that had led to his early death.

“So what does he do that makes him a good guy?” Quil grumbled unhappily.

“Well he’s just a good honest trustworthy-”

“Yeah, ask Leah about that,” I retorted but Embry ignored me.

“-responsible guy. He’s really dedicated to his work and the tribe – my mom talks about that a lot too.”

“Great, so I’ll never make the cut” I said with a mock sigh.

“Works for me!” Quil crowed as he pumped his fist.

“My point is just this.” Embry looked at me pointedly as he said this, “Good guys win in the end. Girls may be dazzled by good looks and money, but in the end, they just want the nice guy.”

“Yeah, but don’t you have to say that because you’re a nice guy, too?” I reminded him.

“Yeah, maybe,” Embry acknowledged with a mock smile.

We all laughed heartily as we cleaned up and headed back to the house. But I knew what Embry had been trying to say and I hoped desperately that he was right.

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