The Hybrid (Jacob Black Love Story)

Chapter 5

I'm back b*tches!!!!
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(Jacob's POV)

As the door opens, I stand frozen.

"Jacob!" Her voice was like music. I didn't think it possible, but she was even more beautiful now than she had been when we met at the store. Her eyes are a bit brighter, her hair looks a little softer, her lips seem even more plump. Honestly, when she had left me at the store, I was worried I would never see her again.

I feel conflicted- my head and my heart battle amongst each other over my words. Part of me is pissed. Why did I have to imprint on a partial vampire? Out of any being in the world, she had to be a bloodsucker- my worst enemy. I hate them! All of them! But, there is also a part of me- a part that's growing more prominent every time I look into her beautiful, doe eyes- that wouldn't change my imprint for the world.

What do I do now? My stomach churns in agony. I shouldn't have come. I should've just believed the guys when they said my Becca was the hybrid. "What are you doing here?"

"Uh..." I mutter. What can I say that doesn't make me sound like an idiot?

"Jacob," Alice greets, coming up behind Becca at the door. "It looks like, despite your best efforts, you ended up meeting Rebecca after all." She giggles, I can see how the irony humors her. Becca gave her sister a questioning look, then turned back to face me. "Not what you expected, huh?"

"Where is everyone?" I ask, avoiding Alice's question.

"We are the only ones home," she answers. Then, as though reading my mind, she continues, "Edward and the others are out hunting."

Thank goodness Edward isn't home. All my thoughts now tend to revolve around Becca: her eyes, her smile, kissing her, touching her... He definitely would not enjoy reading my mind right now. I can't imagine how angry he'd be if he knew I had imprinted on his sister. First, Bella, now Becca. Why do my love interests always seem to involve him in some way?

My eyes again focus on Becca's face- or more specifically, her confused pout. I need to say something, literally anything would be better than the awkward silence at this point. I dumbly open my mouth, letting whatever words fall out.

"I didn't know, um," I start, not knowing what I wanted to say. "When we met, I didn't..."

"You didn't know I was a Cullen," she finishes. She looked disappointed and uncomfortable, like now that the words have been acknowledged the conversation became more serious. I hated this look that now covered her face. I never again wanted her to feel sorrow, and I definitely didn't ever want to be the one that caused it.

"I don't care, now," I assured. She looks at me, several emotions clouding her eyes. She then looks back at Alice who was still lurking in the door opening. After a silent and quick conversation between the two girls, Alice went back inside and Rebecca stepped the rest of the way outside and shut the door.

"Why weren't you at the meeting?"

"I was ignorant," I cover. "And selfish."

"It was like 10 hours ago," she points out, unconvinced.

"I've changed," I assure her. "My mind has changed. I want to know you." There is a silence. I can tell by her face that she was upset, her feelings are hurt. "Please," I beg. "Let me get to know you. Give me another chance."

"Why?" She questions, shifting her weight in the process. "What changed your mind?" I bite my lip nervously, this was not going to be the day I tell her I imprinted on her.

"You," I state simply. "You're not what I expected." I mentally connect my palm with my forehead. I sound like an idiot. This is totally not how I wanted this conversation to go.

She remains silent. I take this moment to notice the occasional rise and fall of her chest. It isn't consistent, but every so often her lips open to a slight inhale. Is she breathing? "Fine." My eyes again meet hers. "Do you have some time tomorrow to meet up?"

"Yeah, how about we grab dinner? I can pick you up around six?"

"Sure," she sighs. "See you then, Jacob." She then swiftly turns around and walks back inside the house. A smile quickly makes its way to my face, dimpling my cheeks slightly. With a hop in my step, I jog back into the woods. I decided against shifting into my wolf form. The last thing I wanted right now was to be harassed by the pack members on patrol at the moment. My mood is good. I'll be seeing her tomorrow!
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(Rebecca's POV)

I'll be seeing him tomorrow...

Am I mad at him? No. I'm sad. When I met him at the store, our conversation was innocent. From now on, our talks were doomed to be weighed with topics of vampires and werewolves and danger. Why can't things just be simple? How I longed for the basic "boy meets girl" story.

But I don't get that kind of story.

This definitely isn't that kind of story.
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Wow... two chapters posted within like a month? Is this real life?

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