A/N: Some details will be off in this chapter such as the first person narration and the fact that instead of a truck, Casey gets the Rabbit.


"Uh…hi," I extended my hand and allowed Jacob to shake it. I was surprised at the stammer in my voice. But it isn't like you could blame me for being a tad shaken up. I mean, if you had seen Jacob Black and his coffee-toned skin. He was very tall for his age and I guessed him to be about seventeen or eighteen. His long black hair fell like a silky river against the back of his neck and down to his shoulders. He grinned at me and I returned the smile.

"So, do you normally go all mentally retarded when you meet someone?" He asked and I realized my mouth had been hanging open. I quickly shut it, blushed, and became instantly fascinated by the scuff marks on my sneakers.

"No…" I quickly answered, now growing a tad angry by his words. How dare he say such a thing! Then I saw the grin spreading wider and felt a blush creep up my cheeks again. He had been teasing me and of course, I hadn't noticed.

"Casey just had her first day of school at Forks," Derek said and I could tell he was trying to help.

"Really," Jacob asked, nodding a little.

"Yeah. It was alright. This kid – Mike Newton – is a real pain. But other than him, and Derek ditching me it was an alright day."

"Easy," Derek snarled and I looked at him wondering what would make him do that. It wasn't something I'd said and Jacob hadn't said anything, or at least anything I had been able to hear.

"What?" Jacob's head snapped towards Derek and pulled his lips back over his teeth. Derek shook his head and sighed.

"Casey, I think you'd better go and start on your homework…"

"But I didn't get any…"

"Please, Casey," Derek looked at me, his eyes pleading. I sighed and shook my head. Why did he have to be so demanding all the time?

"Alright," I sighed, "It was…it was nice to meet you Mr. Black, Jacob."

"Nice to meet you too," Mr. Black smiled kindly at me as I walked off into the house.

Now that was weird. What was Derek and Jacob's deal? There was definitely a lot of tension there and what had Jacob said that had made Derek so angry? I shoved my hands deep into the pockets of my red rain jacket and grumbled as I made my way up the stairs. Once in the confinements of my room, I flopped down at my window sill and looked at the scene playing out in the garage.

Jacob, Billy, George, and Derek were talking. It seemed they were discussing something in secret; they were huddled together and their voices hadn't carried as they normally would have. Suddenly, Derek's head snapped up and he saw me sitting there. He didn't look happy that I was spying on them but what was I supposed to do? George and Billy both said something to Jacob and Jacob shook his head. Billy shoved him and he began to walk up the front door. Was he coming inside? My question was answered a few moments later when Jacob Black appeared in my doorway.



"I'm sorry for saying what I did. If I sounded rude to you or hurt your feelings…"

"It's alright, Jacob," I tried to assure him.

"My dad thinks I was rude. I wanted to apologize. I can sometimes be that way – rude, impatient."

"It's alright, Jacob," I repeated, more sternly this time.

"I'm not supposed to tell you this but my dad was offering to give George our old Rabbit we have sitting out in the garage. He says you probably need your own car so you don't have to get…Derek to drive you everywhere."


"It's a car," Jacob answered, rolling his eyes.


"Yeah but it's going to need a lot of work. Like a lot of work. I'm a pretty good mechanic and I could fix it up easy if you're interested."

"Sure," I nodded, "I'll take it."

"Good. If you want, you could maybe come over and help me work on it. I need an extra pair of hands and my friends Quill and Seth aren't exactly pros at this thing."

"And I am?"

"You can hand me tools or something."

I pushed a piece of hair behind my ear and bit down on my lower lip. He really did want me to come over and help him work on his – my – car. It could be fun I supposed. And Jacob would mean knowing one other person besides Derek and the Cullens in this town.

"So," he broke my thoughts, "What do you think?"

"Well, you'll have to keep me away from the sharp objects because I'm the biggest clutz in the world but yeah, I'll help you fix up my car."

"Okay," Jacob nodded, "Great. Come by the reservation around noon on Saturday."

"This Saturday?"


"That's a problem. I…I'm going to the beach with Mike Newton and some of his friends. Maybe…Sunday?"

"Sure, sure."


"Well, I have to get going. I'll see you Sunday then?"


"Great. See ya then, Casey."

I watched the black hair bob up and down against his neck as he turned and left. I couldn't help but wonder why in the world he'd suddenly ask me to come over when he had just been so rude and what in the world had he and George and Derek been arguing about? And why the secretive looks? Somehow I knew there was more going on than meets the eye in regards to the sudden invitation but I decided to let it go. I could always press Jacob for the answer when I went over on Sunday. He was pretty headstrong but then again, so was I.

"Casey?" Lizzie poked her head through the door, "Hey."

"Hey," I smiled.

"Who in the world was that?" She gasped.

"Just Jacob."


"Jacob Black. He knows George and Derek and his dad is friends with George. George is buying his dad's old Rabbit and he – Jacob – and I are going to fix it up together."

"You? Fix a car?" Lizzie laughed.

"Hey, I can hand him a wrench or something."

"Do you even know what I wrench is?"

"I can find out."

"Dinner's almost ready."

"I'll be there in a little bit."

After all, I had lots of googling to get done.