I tugged with the straps of my backpack as I wandered through the steady emptying halls of Forks High. The offer from Edward many hours earlier still rang in my head,
'How would you like to sit with the five of us tomorrow?'
I couldn't help the memory of his crooked smile, with his pearly white teeth. It made me feel a little insecure about my teeth. The Cullens in general had that effect I suppose. Their outstanding beauty seemed to make anyone insecure about themselves.
I shouldered open the door that went directly to the parking lot and started towards my old car. I reached it in minutes, my long legs taking only a few strides to reach the automobile. I tossed my bag over the center console before clambering into the low sitting vehicle.
I clasped the steering wheel firmly and deeply inhaled.
'Vampires...' I thought. The idea was still foreign, and rather strange, even to me.
I arrived at home in a few minutes, just as fast as you'd arrive anywhere in Forks and found a strange truck in the driveway. I furrowed my brow before pulling into the small two car garage attached to our small home. I yanked my key from the ignition, killing the engine and started towards the house. I forced the door that went directly into the kitchen open. With my backpack on one shoulder and my keys in my hand I walked through the spotless kitchen. I could hear the voices of more than just my parents in the living room, but I passed them and headed up to my room.
I quickly opened my door and before my backpack even hit the bed it was tossed to my mom's voice echoed up the stairs,
"Hey Astor! Why don't you come down here and meet the Blacks," she said.
I couldn't recall any Blacks going to Forks High School so I assumed they must be from the nearby reservation. I shuffled down the stairs and into the cozy little living room and by the looks of their thick black hair and russet colored skin, I knew I was right.
"Hello," I muttered barely looking either of the two men in the eyes.
The younger one stood up and towered over my smaller frame. I instinctually took a step back out of fear but the huge smile that crossed his face took away any resemblance of fear in my stomach. He lifted a hand for me to shake, which I did.
"I'm Jacob, Jacob Black." He said, the smile never leaving his face.
"And I'm Billy, Astor." The older man introduced himself.
The dawning on my face must've been evident because Billy pointed it out,
"Is something wrong, kid?" He asked.
"N-No, it's just... uh... my grandmother talked about you a lot," I stuttered and thought back to the journal where she talked and talked and talked.
That's when I realized the young woman who my grandma saw as his ghost was nowhere to be found. She never talked about helping that ghost so she must've figured out how to do it herself. Now the younger boy was a bit of an anomaly, while it wasn't uncommon for regular people to not have any ghosts around them, Native Americans were a little different. Even if they didn't know the ghost, just their own people coming back to protect their descendants was common for tribes.
However Jacob Black had no one, or so I thought. When I glanced around the room I saw a giant wolf nestled in the corner, the same wispy ghost-like look to it.
'The pack,' I thought.
Jacob must be one of the shifters from the Quileute tribe. I looked between the young, smiling boy and the massive wolf sleeping in the corner of my living room. I awkwardly sat next to Jacob on the couch while Billy, who sat on the opposite end of the couch, chatted with my parents who sat on the loveseat.
