WHO: Jacob Black WHAT: Maybe I can make myself imprint? WHERE: Vancouver, BC, Canada WHEN: August 21st / 2006 STATUS: Solo,Complete. RATING: PG
Jacob had been thinking of his and Leah’s conversation since they had it. Not the one when they were phased, no, the one talking about imprinting. It was something that was interesting to him. What if he could find a way to imprint? He’d forget about Bella and be completely in love with this new person, a new girl that would actually love him, very likely. That was one thing he didn’t get about imprinting, what if the girl decided she didn’t want you. Sure you’d be her perfect match but what if they decided that they weren’t interested? How absolutely terrible would that be? He knew through Sam’s memories he’d tried not to feel that way about Emily, but it had just happened, and there was no way around it.
What if he just opened up his mind and heart to letting it happen, maybe it would. Maybe he’d be free of all of this, he could go home and be with his family and his pack. Be best friends with Bella and not want for more. He could try, couldn’t he? Really what was so bad in trying? Nothing, not that he could tell. He wasn’t sure where to start though. He dressed like any college boy would and so he figured he might as well start there. Emerging from the woods he headed down the mountain as a human. A lot of the summer classes had ended and so now they were in the final crunch of their exams. Jacob would have to go home soon, there was no way around it. It was afternoon and the campus was alive with lots of different things, there was a end of the summer celebration that coincided with a Welcome New Students orientation that had started that morning. There were people everywhere. Hundreds. He could find somebody
After wandering over to where they were handing out free hot dogs and sodas, he grabbed a couple, realizing that he was starving, and then finding a spot where he could sit down, a picnic bench that had a bunch of kids that looked like they knew each other. Mostly boys. Good start. He basically swallowed down his hot dogs without chewing, ignoring the others at the table who were talking about some girl named Samantha. After finishing his fourth hot dog he washed it down with the can of Orange Crush and starting on his fifth, he noticed there was a lack of chatter at the table and glanced around. The boys were looking at him and he blinked back at him. “Wow man, you can eat.” Said the one that was sitting directly to his left, he looked like a typical jock type. “Do you eat like that all the time?”
“You look really good, for somebody who does.” Remarked a blonde across the table that reminded him greatly of the blood-sucker sister of Edward, Rosalie. Ha. So Rosalie wasn’t the prettiest of all. The girl smiled at him, batting her eyelashes and then giggling, continuing to study Jacob. “You’re really cute. How old are you?” He wasn’t interested. “Yeah, really cute.” Her friend remarked, flashing him a grin and touching his arm. “Oh you’re so warm!” Finishing his mouthful he just sort of nodded and smiled at the table and was considering getting up when one of the girls gasped. Taking the attention from the Human-Rosalie away from him. “Ew, look, it’s Samantha. She looks ridiculous dressed like that. What does she think this is Woodstock?” Jacob rolled his eyes inwardly; they were very obviously airheads. However it made him interested in what was so terrible about this girl that he followed their glances with his own.
She was indeed, dressed in a skirt and shirt that likely belonged in the sixties, but there wasn’t anything wrong with that from what he could see, kind of peasant like. These girls were…well…Jacob looked over at them. They were wearing something that looked rather like it belonged on Juliet Roberts in Pretty Woman, before Richard Gere. He blinked. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever seen Pretty Woman…must have been somebody else’s memory. He came back to the present though and listened to what they all were saying about the girl. She just sounded like she was normal to him. Nothing out of the ordinary and she reminded him of somebody. She didn’t look all that weird from where he was sitting. Maybe shy.
Getting up, he heard the blood-sucker look-a-like ask him what his name was. He ignored her and folded up the plate that he had in his hand and walked over to the garbage, depositing the plate there and then placing the can in the recycle bucket, he walked purposefully over to Samantha and smiled when she looked up at him. “Hey, can I sit down?” He inquired trying to look non-threatening despite his size.
She looked like she considered it for a moment, wondering what he wanted with her likely and then she slowly nodded yes. He liked that right away. She wasn’t just willing to accept him, a stranger, without at least bit of consideration. He sat down across from her. “What’s your name?” He asked trying to sound non-creepy. She was pretty now that she was closer to him. He immediately knew why those girls didn’t like her. She wore no make up and she didn’t need it in the least. Those girls had it caked on and they still looked average. Who really cared about what you wore anyway?
“Samantha.” She replied, her voice a lot stronger then he expected it. He assumed she was meek, and likely scared. She wasn’t. He took a longer look at her, noticing her eyes and realized she was taking him in, but not in the way that the other girls had, she was trying to figure out what he was about. He was a little taken aback at such a brazen stare. “I’m Jacob.” He offered her and then smiled a bit trying to encourage one out of her. She didn’t respond.
“Do you know them?” She asked indicating over to the people he’d been sitting with.
“No, no. Just needed somewhere to sit for a bit.” He said quickly. “I don’t know them at all.”
“You didn’t look familiar. We all went to school together last year.” She commented picking at her hotdog, ripping the bun between her fingers. “They think they’re better then I am.” She said her voice not at all upset at this.
“Well they’re wrong.” Jacob commented back. “Completely so.”
“I know that.” She said looking at him with a rather incredulous look. Asking silently if he was stupid with her expression.
Jacob was really quite dumbfounded. And he kind of liked that she kept up. “Of course you do.” He grinned a bit. “Are you coming here in the fall?” He asked, for some reason wanting know more about her.
“Likely not. I’ve gotten in to every university I’ve applied to. My parents want me to stay close to them though, which means I have to entertain the idea of actually going to a crappy school like this. I’m going to push to go back east to Ryerson.” She offered after a few moments. “What about you, going to go here?”
Jacob nodded his head along, though he had no idea what a Ryerson was. “Um, maybe. I haven’t decided yet really. Maybe not if it’s so crappy. It doesn’t really matter to me.” He said with a bit of a shrug.
“It should matter to you, going to a good school is going to set out your whole life.” She said tipping her head to the side pushing at her food again. She looked a little lost in thought. “Though I guess people like you get through life without really needing to be smart.”
Ouch. She was a sharp one. He knew that wit from somebody else but it still really wasn’t coming to him. “You should eat that before it gets cold. Don’t pick like a girl.” Jacob said, trying to steer the conversation away, before she asked any more questions.
She looked at him rather scathingly and lifted up the picked at hot dog and took a huge bite, chewing and swallowing before taking another and then another. It made Jacob grin. When she was done, she wiped her mouth and looked smug. “Happy?”
Jacob looked pleased, and she was at least smiling. “Very much so. Love a girl that can eat.”
She didn’t look taken aback like he thought she would, she was rather…cocky looking. She didn’t blush or giggle or any of that. Nothing like those other girls. “I saw you swallowed about five whole, I can’t imagine you’d appreciate any less.”
Jacob grinned. He liked her moxie. He liked…well her. And she didn’t remind him of Bella, no, not Bella, but somebody else. Looking her over he tried to let his guard down and to open his heart. He wanted to see if he couldn’t feel something for her. Imprinting couldn’t be that tough. It was supposed to just…happen. So he looked at her, good and hard.
He saw the way her brown hair curled just a touch, but more so it was just a bit of a mess, tied together behind her with a ribbon. Her smooth skin looked soft and it wasn’t orange like the other girls, but rather a naturally darker shade, her eyes were a pretty shade of brown, dark and thoughtful. Her eyelashes curled naturally and you could tell that she didn’t bother with any sort of beauty products. That was a nice change. A smattering of freckles across her nose. He continued to look at her and she looked right back. Nothing was happening.
He was slightly disappointed. She was pretty, and from what he could tell, she’d be the type that would be good for him. The type that would end up being able to keep up with his smart mouth, not letting him get away with much because he was good looking. He sighed, he’d been too quiet for too long and she was giving him a look while he was lost in his thoughts.
“Do you always stare at girls like that?” She inquired, her eyebrow cocked, a bit of a smirk on her face. It was such a damn pleased little smirk.
“Not usually no.” I’m not usually trying to imprint on one. He added that bit to himself.
“Well good, you look like a creeper when you do, and so far you seem nice enough not to be like those idiots at that table over there.” She said glaring at them.
It was then that the College Administration that was putting on the afternoon called for everybody to get back in to their groups for the rest of the tour. Jacob looked over at Samantha as she was gathering up her plate and her can. “It was nice meeting you.” He said standing up as well.
“Nice meeting you too Jacob. Remember, that smile of yours is only ever going to take you so far. You're not good looking enough to get by on looks alone.” She said, her tone was teasing and she smirked at him before her face fell in to more of a smile and she walked away.
Jacob realized just then who she reminded him of. Leah.