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Angela and I were the last to arrive； and； as Eric said our names； I
noticed a younger boy sitting on the stones near the fire glance up at me
in interest。 I sat down next to Angela； and Mike brought us sandwiches
and an array of sodas to choose from； while a boy who looked to be the
oldest of the visitors rattled off the names of the seven others with
him。 All I caught was that one of the girls was also named Jessica； and
the boy who noticed me was named Jacob。
It was relaxing to sit with Angela； she was a restful kind of person to
be around — she didn't feel the need to fill every silence with chatter。
She left me free to think undisturbed while we ate。 And I was thinking
about how disjointedly time seemed to flow in Forks； passing in a blur at
times； with single images standing out more clearly than others。 And
then； at other times； every second was significant； etched in my mind。 I
knew exactly what caused the difference； and it disturbed me。
During lunch the clouds started to advance； slinking across the blue sky；
darting in front of the sun momentarily； casting long shadows across the
beach； and blackening the waves。 As they finished eating； people started
to drift away in twos and threes。 Some walked down to the edge of the
waves； trying to skip rocks across the choppy surface。 Others were
gathering a second expedition to the tide pools。 Mike — with Jessica
shadowing him — headed up to the one shop in the village。 Some of the
local kids went with them； others went along on the hike。 By the time
they all had scattered； I was sitting alone on my driftwood log； with
Lauren and Tyler occupying themselves by the CD player someone had
thought to bring； and three teenagers from the reservation perched around
the circle； including the boy named Jacob and the oldest boy who had
acted as spokesperson。
A few minutes after Angela left with the hikers； Jacob sauntered over to
take her place by my side。 He looked fourteen； maybe fifteen； and had
long； glossy black hair pulled back with a rubber band at the nape of his
neck。 His skin was beautiful； silky and russetcolored； his eyes were
dark； set deep above the high planes of his cheekbones。 He still had just
a hint of childish roundness left around his chin。 Altogether； a very
pretty face。 However； my positive opinion of his looks was damaged by the
first words out of his mouth。
〃You're Isabella Swan； aren't you？〃
It was like the first day of school all over again。
〃Bella；〃 I sighed。
〃I'm Jacob Black。〃 He held his hand out in a friendly gesture。 〃You
bought my dad's truck。〃
〃Oh；〃 I said； relieved； shaking his sleek hand。 〃You're Billy's son。 I
probably should remember you。〃
〃No； I'm the youngest of the family — you would remember my older
sisters。〃
〃Rachel and Rebecca；〃 I suddenly recalled。 Charlie and Billy had thrown
us together a lot during my visits； to keep us busy while they fished。 We
were all too shy to make much progress as friends。 Of course； I'd kicked
up enough tantrums to end the fishing trips by the time I was eleven。
〃Are they here？〃 I examined the girls at the ocean's edge； wondering if I
would recognize them now。
〃No。〃 Jacob shook his head。 〃Rachel got a scholarship to Washington
State； and Rebecca married a Samoan surfer — she lives in Hawaii now。〃
〃Married。 Wow。〃 I was stunned。 The twins were only a little over a year
older than I was。
〃So how do you like the truck？〃 he asked。
〃I love it。 It runs great。〃
〃Yeah； but it's really slow；〃 he laughed。 〃I was so relived when Charlie
bought it。 My dad wouldn't let me work on building another car when we
had a perfectly good vehicle right there。〃
〃It's not that slow；〃 I objected。
〃Have you tried to go over sixty？〃
〃No；〃 I admitted。
〃Good。 Don't。〃 He grinned。
I couldn't help grinning back。 〃It does great in a collision；〃 I offered
in my truck's defense。
〃I don't think a tank could take out that old monster；〃 he agreed with
another laugh。
〃So you build cars？〃 I asked； impressed。
〃When I have free time； and parts。 You wouldn't happen to know where I
could get my hands on a master cylinder for a 1986 Volkswagen Rabbit？〃 he
added jokingly。 He had a pleasant； husky voice。
〃Sorry；〃 I laughed； 〃I haven't seen any lately； but I'll keep my eyes
open for you。〃 As if I knew what that was。 He was very easy to talk with。
He flashed a brilliant smile； looking at me appreciatively in a way I was
learning to recognize。 I wasn't the only one who noticed。
〃You know Bella； Jacob？〃 Lauren asked — in what I imagined was an
insolent tone — from across the fire。
〃We've sort of known each other since I was born；〃 he laughed； smiling at
me again。
〃How nice。〃 She didn't sound like she thought it was nice at all； and her
pale； fishy eyes narrowed。
〃Bella；〃 she called again； watching my face carefully； 〃I was just saying
to Tyler that it was too bad none of the Cullens could e out today。
Didn't anyone think to invite them？〃 Her expression of concern was
unconvincing。
〃You mean Dr。 Carlisle Cullen's family？〃 the tall； older boy asked before
I could respond； much to Lauren's irritation。 He was really closer to a
man than a boy； and his voice was very deep。
〃Yes； do you know them？〃 she asked condescendingly； turning halfway
toward him。
〃The Cullens don't e here；〃 he said in a tone that closed the subject；
ignoring her question。
Tyler； trying to win back her attention； asked Lauren's opinion on a CD
he held。 She was distracted。
I stared at the deepvoiced boy； taken aback； but he was looking away
toward the dark forest behind us。 He'd said that the Cullens didn't e
here； but his tone had implied something more — that they weren't
allowed； they were prohibited。 His manner left a strange impression on
me； and I tried to ignore it without success。
Jacob interrupted my meditation。 〃So is Forks driving you insane yet？〃
〃Oh； I'd say that's an understatement。〃 I grimaced。 He grinned
understandingly。
I was still turning over the brief ment on the Cullens； and I had a
sudden insp