At First Sight

Twilight - rewritten from Jacob's perspective

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Chapter 6: Deflated

I tried not to bug Billy about going to see Charlie since I didn’t want to make myself too obvious. Or at least, more obvious than I already had been. But fate lent a helping hand. Our TV broke Sunday night, which meant that Billy couldn’t watch his beloved Mariners play. I casually suggested that he watch Thursday night’s big game at Harry’s house, knowing full well that Harry would be out of town. Seth had mentioned in school that his parents were going out for their anniversary. So when Billy suggested that we visit Charlie instead, I pretended to be surprised and agreed, hopefully, not too enthusiastically - but somehow, I felt that Billy wasn’t fooled.

So on Thursday night after dinner, I went down the Clearwater’s to borrow their black Ford and drove back to our house to pick up Billy. The weather had gotten worse since that sunshine-filled Saturday. A torrential downpour pummeled the car as we drove through the reservation. As we pulled up to Charlie’s little gray house, a silver Volvo C30 was pulling out of the Swan driveway.

The car was awesome – it clearly had had a ton of work done, but nothing stock – I was impressed and slightly jealous. I would never get my hands on something that nice. But who in Forks could possibly own a car like that? As the car pulled towards us, I strained to see Bella's visitor more clearly through the rain.

It was a guy around my age that I had never seen before. He had reddish-brown hair and incredibly pale – almost waxy - skin. My heart sank. The skin was a dead giveaway. It had to be a Cullen. And Embry was right, he was gorgeous.

Damnit. So I was right. That’s why she asked me about the legends on Sunday. It was to find out more about the Cullens – or rather, about a Cullen in particular. And there was no way I could compete with a guy who looked like that and drove a car like that.

That was when I noticed my dad’s reaction. Billy had flinched at the sight of the driver and was now staring at him with a look that I had never seen on his face before, a mix of barely controlled anger and disgust. I looked back quickly to see the driver staring back at him equally furious and tense.

Well I guess I had my answer there. It had to be one of the Cullen boys. They were the only people that ever elicited a reaction like that from Billy. Which of course, I still didn’t fully understand and Billy would dismiss if I ever brought it up. The driver finally took his eyes off Billy to glance at me before peeling off, his tires squealing in protest.

I looked at Billy out of the corner of my eye, but his face was unreadable. Praying that he would behave himself and not embarrass me, I pulled into the driveway and saw Bella standing on the porch. She must have just gotten out of the Cullen guy's car because her backpack was slung casually over a shoulder and her jacket was entirely soaked from the short dash through the rain.

“Hey Bella!” I called, careful to keep it light. Acting like a jealous oaf won’t get you anywhere, I reminded myself.

“Jacob?” she asked, squinting through the rain at us. Just then, Charlie’s cruiser came around the corner and pulled into the driveway next to us. I waited until he parked before I climbed out to grab Billy’s wheelchair from the bed of the truck.

Charlie jumped out of the cruiser. “Billy! Jacob! Good to see you both” he called, his enthusiasm undisguised. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t see you behind the wheel, Jake.”

“We get permits early on the rez,” I winked as I helped Billy into the chair.

“Sure you do.” Charlie laughed as he patted my back and took over pushing Billy towards the house. I smiled at Bella, who had unlocked the door and was motioning to me. I didn’t waste any time following her in.

Behind me, Charlie said, “This is a surprise.”

"It's been too long," Billy answered. "I hope it's not a bad time." He looked up at Bella with a strange expression on his face as Charlie pushed him by where she was standing in the hall looking slightly uncomfortable and wary. She gave him a soft smile and shook her head lightly as Charlie pushed pass her in the hall.

"No, it's great. I hope you can stay for the game," Charlie responded with a wide smile.

I grinned. "I think that's the plan — our TV broke last week."

Billy made a face at me. "And, of course, Jacob was anxious to see Bella again.”

I felt my face turn beet red. I could not believe he had just said that. The old man was losing it. I tried hard to stop the blush as I looked anywhere but at Bella.

"Are you hungry?" Bella asked quickly, interrupting the awkward moment, as she made a move towards the kitchen.

Grateful to her for changing the subject, I responded, “Naw, we ate just before we came.”

"How about you, Charlie?"

"Sure," he called out. I watched as he helped Billy into the front room where they began discussing the specs of the new flat screen. Seizing the opportunity, I followed Bella into the kitchen.

She was slicing up stuff for sandwiches when I came into the kitchen. Standing there awkwardly, unsure of what to say, I finally gave up and started with the generic, "So, how are things?"

"Pretty good," she responded with a smile that started out tentative. But as she looked at me, it grew so that it became a full- blown smile. It looked like Billy hadn't totally weirded her out just then. “How about you? Did you finish your car?"

Surprised that she had remembered, I smiled warmly. But then I frowned, remembering how far away I was to actually finishing the car.

“No, I still need parts. We borrowed that one.” I motioned to the truck sitting out in her driveway.

"Sorry. I haven't seen any… what was it you were looking for?"

"Master cylinder," I grinned in response, ridiculously pleased that she had listened to what I said. Then suddenly something occurred to me, "Is something wrong with the truck?"

"No."

"Oh. I just wondered because you weren't driving it."

"I got a ride with a friend," she responded hesitantly as she began grilling the sandwiches.

"Nice ride.” It really was a nice car. Sensing that she wouldn’t volunteer info about the Cullen guy unless I asked point black, I continued, "I didn't recognize the driver, though. I thought I knew most of the kids around here." She nodded, still not looking at me as she concentrated intently on flipping the sandwiches on the griddle. "My dad seemed to know him from somewhere," I pressed on. It was stupid, I was pretty sure it was him but I just wanted to hear her say it.

"Jacob, could you hand me some plates? They're in the cupboard over the sink,” she asked suddenly.

"Sure," I reached over to grab the plates. They were white with little blue flowers on them. They were so absurdly Bella-ish that I forgot my train of thought for a moment. Running out of ways to be subtle, I finally asked her point blank. "So who was it?"

She gave a guilty sigh as she responded, “Edward Cullen.”

I laughed before I could help myself. She looked exactly the way she did as a child when Sue caught her taking cookies out of the cookie jar before dinner. She looked at me quickly and I stopped laughing. That probably wasn’t an appropriate response.

"Guess that explains it, then," I said. "I wondered why my dad was acting so strange."

"That's right,' she said as she expertly flipped the sandwiches onto the plate and pulled out some cold potato salad. "He doesn't like the Cullens."

"Superstitious old man," I muttered hoping to lighten the situation. I didn’t want her to actually think there was anything to what I had told her. The last thing I needed was for her to mention it to someone, especially one of the Cullens, and have them suing us for libel or something.

"You don't think he'd say anything to Charlie, will he?" she asked me urgently in a soft voice. She looked me in the eye for the first time since I came into the kitchen. I could see concern bordering on panic in her eyes. That’s when I realized that she was really into this guy. I could see the flush of excitement that lingered in her face and eyes. Excitement that had nothing to do with my presence and everything to do with who were talking about.

That’s when I knew that I had never really been in competition. I should have known. How could I ever have matched up against the guy that I saw out there? He was every bit as extraordinary as I was ordinary. I was surprised by how painful the rejection was, even though I had known that it would be coming all evening. It was like a swift jab to the gut, leaving me breathless, aching, and empty.

Trying not to let my disappointment show, I kept my voice steady, “I doubt it. I think Charlie chewed him out pretty good the last time he said something. They haven’t seen each in other in a while - tonight is sort of a reunion, I think. I don't think he'd bring it up again."

"Oh," she sighed, unable to hide the relief in her voice and on her face.

I looked away struggling to process the million and one thoughts that were racing through my head. She smiled at me, apologetically, as she picked up the plates and walked back to the front room where Billy and Charlie had turned on the game.

I stayed in the bright yellow kitchen for a moment to gather my thoughts. So Bella was definitely into the Cullen kid. But it’s not the end of the world, I reminded myself. People go through crushes all the time. Especially in high school. It’s not as if she was going to be with him for eternity or something. Get a grip, Jake. Just go out there and be her friend.

While our dads chattered away about the match, we chatted lightly about school, movies, TV, but I could tell that she was distracted. When the game ended, I couldn’t decide if I was relieved or frustrated. I got up to help Billy maneuver around the furniture in the living room. He and Charlie were still engrossed in a heated debate over the baseball results, but Bella followed us to the door like a proper hostess.

"Are you and your friends coming back to the beach soon?" I asked, unable to stop myself, as I pushed Billy over the threshold out into the damp evening.

"I'm not sure," she hesitated.

I knew that she wouldn’t come back. I could see it clearly in her eyes, even though she was trying to be polite. Of course she wouldn’t have time now that she had a boyfriend.

Charlie and I lifted Billy down the front steps and helped him into the black truck. I folded the wheelchair and stuck it in the trunk before hopping into the front seat.

"That was fun, Charlie," Billy said with a smile and a wave.

"Come up for the next game," Charlie encouraged patting him on the arm through the window of the passenger seat.

"Sure, sure," Billy responded with a smile. "We'll be here. Have a good night." Then he looked back towards the house at Bella and his tone changed, "You take care, Bella.”

I gritted my teeth as I pulled into reverse and backed out of the driveway more quickly than I had intended. What was his deal? First he has to humiliate me by telling her that I’m crushing on her and now he has to go freak her out with this “you’re in trouble” vibe. Was he trying to completely ruin my chances with her? I should have told him that he needn’t bother since I didn’t have a chance with her to begin with. But I didn’t say anything and we sat in a heavy silence as I drove us home through the pouring rain.

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I'm a Twilight fan who believes that Jacob Black is better for Bella than Edward, so I wrote these Team Jacob fanfiction stories to try to convert as many people to my side as possible. :)

I've tried to stay as faithful to the original books as possible up through At the Cliffs, which is when I break off from canon and write out Eclipse the way I wish it had happened!

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