Ravished and Ravenous. (Bella x m werewolf reader)

Well, that's score 1 for me? I guess?

Bella POV

After replying to my mother, calming her fears, doing my homework, shopping and sorting dinner, I found myself sitting across my Charlie, my father and Police Chief of Forks, in a comfortable silence over some steak, potato and salad I had thrown together, making small talk here and there. "So, how did you like school? Have you made any friends?" he asked as he was taking seconds.

"Well, I have a few classes with a girl named Jessica. I sit with her friends at lunch. And there's this boy, Mike, who's... very friendly. Everybody seems pretty nice, especially this one guy, Y/n." Charlie seemed pleased with my report, thinking a bit before talking. 

"That must be Mike Newton. Nice kid — nice family. His dad owns the sporting goods store just outside of town. He makes a good living off all the backpackers who come through here."

"Do you know the Cullen family?" I asked hesitantly.

"Dr. Cullen's family? Sure. Dr. Cullen's a great man."

"They... the kids... are a little different. They don't seem to fit in very well at school."
Charlie surprised me by looking angry.

"People in this town," he muttered. "Dr. Cullen is a brilliant surgeon who could probably work in any hospital in the world, make ten times the salary he gets here," he continued, getting louder. "We're lucky to have him — lucky that his wife wanted to live in a small town. He's an asset to the community, and all of those kids are well behaved and polite; take that Y/n boy for example."

 I perked up against my will, keen to hear more about the mysterious Cullen. "He's helped me on more than one occasion, heck he's done some part time work down at the station as a volunteer. More than I can say for Mike or any of the other kids."

 I wanted to ask more, but it seems like Charlie was on a roll. 

"I had my doubts, when they first moved in, with all those adopted teenagers. I thought we might have some problems with them. But they're all very mature — I haven't had one speck of trouble from any of them. That's more than I can say for the children of some folks who have lived in this town for generations. And they stick together the way a family should —camping trips every other weekend... Just because they're newcomers, people have to talk."

It was the longest speech I'd ever heard Charlie make. He must feel strongly about whatever people were saying.

I backpedaled. "They seemed nice enough to me. I just noticed they kept to themselves. They're all very attractive," I added, trying to be more complimentary.

"You should see the doctor," Charlie said, laughing. "It's a good thing he's happily married. A lot of the nurses at the hospital have a hard time concentrating on their work with him around."
We lapsed back into silence as we finished eating. He cleared the table while I started on the dishes. He went back to the TV, and after I finished washing the dishes by hand — no dishwasher — I went
upstairs unwillingly to work on my math homework. I could feel a tradition in the making.

That night it was finally quiet. I fell asleep quickly, exhausted, despite my mind rolling over itself on what was said at dinner.

The rest of the week was uneventful. I got used to the routine of my classes. By Friday I was able to recognize, if not name, almost all the students at school. In Gym, the kids on my team learned not to pass me the ball and to step quickly in front of me if the other team tried to take advantage of my weakness. I happily stayed out of their way.

Every day, I watched anxiously until the rest of the Cullen's entered the cafeteria with y/n in tow. Then I would relax and join in the lunchtime conversation. Mostly it centered around a trip to the La Push Ocean Park in two weeks that Mike was putting together. I was invited, and I had agreed to go, more out of politeness than desire, and it didn't hurt that y/n would be coming too. That had been my condition, it didn't seem fair that the other new kid would be left out of something like this. Plus, I'd been happily surprised when the day after Mike had asked the suspicious boy, he came back with a positive answer. 

By Friday I was perfectly comfortable entering my Biology class, no longer worried that Edward would jump out at me. 

My first weekend in Forks passed without incident. Charlie, unused to spending time in the usually empty house, worked most of the weekend. I cleaned the house, got ahead on my homework, and wrote my mom more elaborately cheerful e-mails. I did drive to the library Saturday, but it was so poorly stocked that I didn't bother to get a card; I would have to make a date to visit Olympia or Seattle soon and find a good bookstore. I wondered idly what kind of gas mileage the truck got... and shuddered at the thought.

The rain stayed soft over the weekend, quiet, so I was able to sleep well.

People greeted me in the parking lot Monday morning. I didn't know all their names, but I waved back and smiled at everyone. It was colder this morning, but happily not raining. In English, Y/n took his accustomed seat by my side. We had a pop quiz on Wuthering Heights. It was straightforward, very easy, though it seemed my neighbor struggled a little with it.

All in all, I was feeling a lot more comfortable than I had thought I would feel by this point. More
comfortable than I had ever expected to feel here.

When we walked out of class, the air was full of swirling bits of white. I could hear people shouting excitedly to each other. The wind bit at my cheeks, my nose.

"Wow," y/n said. "It's snowing."

I looked at the little cotton fluffs that were building up along the sidewalk and swirling erratically past my face.

"Ew." Snow. There went my good day.

He looked surprised. "Don't you like snow?"

"No. That means it's too cold for rain." Obviously. "Besides, I thought it was supposed to come down in flakes — you know, each one unique and all that. These just look like the ends of Q-tips."

"Haven't you ever seen snow fall before?" he asked incredulously..

"Sure I have." I paused. "On TV."

Y/n bent over double laughing, and I found myself giggling uncontrollably beside him. And then a big, squishy ball of dripping snow smacked into the back of his head. We both turned to see where it came from. Emmet, one of the older Cullens, stood not too far off with a smug grin. Y/n took one look at me, then back to Emmet and shook his head. "I'll get you back!" 

"I'll see you inside, okay?" I kept walking as I spoke, chuckling at the two boys lobbed a few snowballs at each other before retreating from each other after a brotherly tussle. 

Throughout the morning, everyone chattered excitedly about the snow; apparently it was the first snowfall of the new year. I kept my mouth shut. Sure, it was drier than rain — until it melted in your socks.

I walked alertly to the cafeteria with Jessica after Spanish. Mush balls were flying everywhere. I kept a binder in my hands, ready to use it as a shield if necessary. Jessica thought I was hilarious, but something in my expression kept her from lobbing a snowball at me herself.

Mike caught up to us as we walked in the doors, laughing, with ice melting the spikes in his hair. He and Jessica were talking animatedly about the snow fight as we got in line to buy food. I glanced toward that table in the corner out of habit, feeling an unfamiliar tug in my stomach. Jessica pulled on my arm.

"Hello? Bella? What do you want?"

I looked down; my ears were hot. I had no reason to feel self-conscious, I reminded myself. 

"What's with Bella?" Mike asked Jessica.

"Nothing," I answered. "I'll just get a soda, and a sandwich today." I caught up to the end of the line.

I waited for them to get their food, and then followed them to a table, my eyes occasionally flicking across the room. I sipped my soda slowly, absently thinking. Twice Mike asked, with unnecessary concern, how I was feeling, grinding my nerves. I told him it was nothing. Looking over to the Cullens table, I felt myself smiling at the sight. They were laughing. Edward, Jasper, and Emmett and y/n, who must have ducked back out after I joined Jessica, all had their hair entirely saturated with melting snow.

Alice and Rosalie were leaning away as Emmett shook his dripping hair toward them. They were
enjoying the snowy day, just like everyone else — only they looked more like a scene from a movie than the rest of us. It was then I made the mistake of letting my eyes linger on one particular figure for a while...

"Bella, what are you staring at?" Jessica intruded, her eyes following my stare. It was at this moment, Y/n decided to look over and I immediately looked down throwing my hair into a hasty curtain.  

'That was close...'