PROLOGUE
"So I'll see you tonight?"
He stands there under his shiny black hair with a toothpick hanging from the corner of his mouth, looking down at me, just waiting on my yes.
Like I'd deny him, but I hesitate for the sake of the game.
I blink a soft nod while stretching a sweet smile at him and watch him back away. He's got the answer he wants, time's up.
He's the guy you day-dream about being around all week long, and then... when you see him on the weekend, he's in and out faster than you can blink. But you hold onto every move he made, every expression on his face and anything he said, just so you can play it over and over again in your mind. He's charismatic, with energy so addictive that everyone wants a piece of him, but he doesn't give his time to anyone. Except his guys. Jacob's crew is intense to say the least and their ties go beyond any blood-lines... they're tighter than family. They're brothers in every aspect of the word.
I look behind Jacob and glance over the guys as they sit on their bikes with their backs to him, parked in a neat row, ready to file out behind him when he signals. The dust they created by pulling in has just now settled and the wind blows a gust that stirs it back up again.
We're standing beside my car, outside of the Stop and Spend and I put the cold glass bottle of Coke I just bought in my other hand while I look from Jacob's eyes down to his shoes. He rides a motorcycle wearing a t-shirt, jeans and boots on most days, but today... he's wearing that gunmetal grey shirt, khaki pants and black Vans and I kinda just want to jump on him and ride to wherever he's going with him.
Grey cotton hugs his perfectly chiseled, long, lean biceps as he reaches to grab the toothpick out of his mouth and point it in my direction.
"Don't make me have to come hunt you down like an animal."
As he speaks, the glimmer of light passes, from left to right, over his hazel eyes so fast that I almost think it didn't happen, but that was unmistakable. With a quick wink and a provocative smile, Jacob turns and walks back to his bike. The Khakis he wears cling to his butt and the grey cotton shirt hangs from his strong shoulders as he takes long, slow strides back to his crew. Briggs says something to him and he nods while kicking a leg over and straddling steel.
My adrenaline is pulsing, his shades are back on, the toothpick back in his mouth and with the flick of his wrist, a loud roar burns to a rumble.
Motorcycles rev and roar as I watch chrome wheels and metal pipes carry Embry, Quil, Chaz, Briggs, Seth and Jacob away.
The way his eyes lit up replays instantly and I'm stunned still. I can only describe it like the scan of light that passes from side to side in a copier but not that bright and there was no white light. It made his eyes briefly gleam as it passed through them.
Which reminds me of how he looked at me from across the parking lot the other night, when he saw me talking to the tall, hot-headed guy that has wild, copper hair and a need for speed.
Which brings me to Edward.
It seems that I'm only drawn to guys that I know I shouldn't be. It's like... if I catch the faintest hint of danger or distress, I follow it, hunt it down and attach myself to it, though everything in my being screams at me not to.
Edward is just as mysterious. I can't pinpoint exactly what's off about him because there are so many things that are just peculiar about he isn't like anyone else I've met. How quick he is, how beautiful he is, how he has complete control over me when I'm near him by giving off a constant push that only seems to pull me in.
And I'll see them both tonight.
A/N: I'll update here daily through chapter 17. I follow back my voters and those of you that comment.
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