I Love the Enemy (A Twilight Fanfic)

Chapter One

Light. A lot of light. Am I dying?

I feel myself groan. I seriously need to get some curtains. Did I fall asleep again? I look down at myself and notice I'm already dressed and ready for school. I vividly remember getting ready, I guess I fell asleep. Luckily, I'm not late for school. My first day. The first day at high school. I'm not necessarily scared, just worried about all of the rules that have evaded my memory. The only one I really remember is DONT TALK TO THE CULLENS. I can almost hear Jacob's voice lecturing me again. I really don't understand this stupid rivalry.

My ankles are incredibly sore from the awkward sleeping position, so I got out of bed with no ease. I make sure to double check that I don't look too horrible, and to my surprise I don't. My black hair is in double braids around the sides and they aren't that frizzy. Very surprising considering that my hair is almost always frizzy. The only thing I really need to fix is pulling my knee-high socks up. Knock on the door. It's Billy. I'm sure I'll be getting a big brother lecture from Jacob later, but I'm glad that it's just Billy, because despite him actually being the dad, Jacob is the more protective one.

But I know why. It's very unreasonable the way Jacob acts, but at least I can convince myself not to hate Jacob because I know why. Basically, my family is a long line of werewolf genes. Only, I didn't get it. We have no idea why. Jacob and Billy are both werewolves but I'm just a normal human being, and I'm not complaining. I was raised differently than most though, most of my preteen years were spent hoping that the gene would just "act up" randomly. I'm not completely human though, I do still have heightened sense of smell and hearing but nothing to the level of a supernatural. Anyways, what I think goes through Jacob mind when he goes full-dad mode on me is that because I'm a human that I can die just as easily as any other human. And that's true, to an extent, but really, I have a werewolf family to protect me, heightened senses, and training in hand-to-hand combat. Sure, I can get sick. Sure, I don't heal rapidly. But do not take me as vulnerable.

"Come in!" Ouch. My throat is very sore, I guess I didn't realize since I haven't been talking. I immediately reach out for my water bottle, but it's empty.

Billy comes in and looks around, then at me. He talks in the same awkward dad voice he uses when he's trying to say something that a dad would say but he usually fails. It's kind of funny watching him stumble over his words. "Eloi-," he clears his throat. "Eloise, it is your first day at high school. You will do..uh.. great. Make some friends. Don't talk to the Cullens." He nods at me signifying that he is done talking. When I give him a smile, he returns it and walks out the door. Jacob was leaning against a wall waiting for Billy to leave. When he smirks at me, I groan theatrically. 

"Jacob, do you really have to lecture me again?" 

I roll my eyes. Jacob ignores my comment and walks right in. When he sits next to me on my bed, he still has the same goofy smirk that is  usually worn when he knows he's about to annoy me to death.

"Hello sis."

"Jacob." 

"Oh come on, be a little more happy to see your old big brother won't you?" 

"Yeah you're so old, soon I'll be looking older than you, you know." 

His werewolf gene allows him to significantly slow down his aging, and that's one of the things I'm actually jealous of. I've already accepted the fact that I'm not a werewolf, but still, it would be pretty cool to have the face of your prime years for eternity. After we banter a little more he brings out the obvious topics that he always brings, stay away from the Cullens, pay attention in class, make friends, blah  blah blah blah. Blah. I debate over befriending one of the vampires just to piss Jacob and the whole stupid rivalry off. 

"Oh, I checked your schedule and you'll be having Biology with one of the Cullens so feel free to skip it." 

"Yeah," I roll my eyes, "I don't think I'll be skipping it." 

The first thought that crosses my mind is to talk to them, and I think that might have shown on my face because Jacob scowls. I assure him that I won't talk to a Cullen, but really, I might if the opportunity comes. It's not that I have a specific liking to vampires, but I am one who likes to prove a point. And the best way to show the absurdity of the rivalry is to prove that vampires aren't just evil, soulless creatures. But who am I to know?  Sometimes my family acts like if I even look at a vampire I'll immediately get struck by lightning. 

It's time to go. Good luck, me.