The homework was about rivers, as I took geography.

What is a confluence? When two or more rivers meet.

Longest river in the United States of America? Mississippi.

Whe-

I saw saved by hearing Charlie pulling up in the cruiser. I sat up from my desk, the wooden chair exhaling a groan, and peered out of my foggy window to watch him walk in. To my shock, he was with someone. It was Jacob!

My hair was still in its straight posture when I took a swift glance at my mirror.

I ran downstairs, keeping my head down, "Hey, Dad, how was work?"

"Fine, son. I brought Jacob here; Billy's going up to Alaska to meet his parents and Jacob didn't wanna go so I said I'd look after him for a bit."

I put my thumbs up and did a smiled meekly, "Cool."

"Right you two, I'm gonna go out and order some Chinese food, you'll be alright on your own, won't you?" He asked sarcastically.

"Yeah, um can you get me some egg fried rice and some ribs in OK sauce?" I asked, grinning and looked at Jacob, who looked back at me, and then smiled at Charlie to answer.

"Oh and can I just have the same as Esto?"

"Sure, um, seeya soon," He walked out, and I heard the cruiser's thick tyres crackle on the many stones upon the road as he drove away.

"So " Jacob asked, laughing. "You wanna watch T.V?"

"Whatever," I giggled and sat on the opposite side of the dark green, fur sofa from him.

He put a boring show about wolves on, which I couldn't bother with so I put my headphones in and listened to Mozart. "Do you mind?"

"No, no go ahead," He replied, clearly entranced by the show.

I sat there, and instead of watching the show I gawked at Jacob. He was really quite good looking. If you cut his Rapunzel hair off then he'd be hot. But I was never the one to make the first move, as I already told you; I'm shier than a hare.

"So ..like .V?" He asked, yet I couldn't hear him for the music.

Furrowing my eyebrows, I pulled out the headphones. "Pardon?" I smiled, yet this smile was a real one, not of an artificial nature. It was smirk of honesty; when I looked at his countenance, it ordered my lips' sharp corners to venture as far as they could to my ears.

His grin was dangerously dazzling, revealing his gleaming set of white pearls. "Do you like to watch T.V?"

"Oh," I pouted before hiking my knees up to my chest, embracing them protectively. "It's all right, though I prefer reading." My head, in an insticitive action, gestured over to the eclectic bookshelf in one of the room's alcoves.

"Reading? What kind of books?" He turned his body to me so that his back was leaning against the arm rest and his legs were folded towards me.

"Primarily fantasy. Do you read?"

"Me? No, I like to go out with friends," I think he used this as an invitation.

The show about wolves had gone off now and it was on commercials, whilst the sun still beamed outside. I glanced over at the window to see the rays of light streaking through it. Sighing complacently, I turned back to Jacob and said: "Ah, I'm quite antisocial. It's not my style," There was a lengthy and uncomfortable pause, interspersed by the tweeting of bouncy birds and whistling winds. "What other things do you do?" Questioned I after the pause became too awkward.

"I like to wrestle," A wide, rakish grin spread across his face whilst he watched me with intensity.

"I don't do wrestling."

"Well, why not try?" He pounced on me very quickly from the other side of the couch and was on top of me. My arms were lifted over my head and his hands locked onto my wrists. His body was in the exact same position as me, but this was short lived as I squirmed under his weight. "Yeah..." I laughed nervously and tried pulling him off of me, but he wouldn't budge.

He was laughing his head off, and moved his manly hands down from my wrists and to my frail shoulders. His legs wrapped around my waist, locking me into position. "Can't you try better than that?"

"No, and can you stop suffocating me now?" I said fiercely, glaring into his brown eyes.

He smirked, "Sure."

"Thanks," I said, ruffling my hair and giving him a dig in his massive arm. He perched next to me with a mischievous sneer and his leg grazing against mine.

"No problem, weakling," He looked at me, awaiting a punch and put his arms up, feigning fear.

"Weakling?" I questioned sharply.

"Hmm, whatever but you couldn't even budge me," He said this and put a pillow over his crotch. I knew what this was for and that made me very uncomfortable.

I laughed a bit and thumped his calf, causing him to smile whilst watching the TV and biting his nails.

It stayed like that for another ten minutes, us contemplating in small talk, until I heard Charlie pulling up in the cruiser.

He walked in, carrying three brown paper bags. I got up slowly, while Jacob watched the two of us. "Thanks, Dad. Where are mine and Jacob's?"

"Oh, here's yours and there's Jacob's," He handed me two bags, nodding his head to Jacob when he gave me his.

I handed it to Jacob, who went to into the kitchen, as did I and got him and myself a knife and fork. He also got me a plate, what a gentleman.

We ate at the table as Charlie went for a shower. The sound of the water hitting the bathtub's floor was muffled from downstairs, and the sun was now setting dramatically.

"This is good, your Dad's nice of getting this for me," Jake confirmed, and looked at me to see my reaction.

I smiled, "Not because I don't want you here but how long are you going to be at my house? Seeing as though Billy's in Alaska..."

"Oh, he's coming back down tonight," He seemed upset at that, wanting to spend more time with me. It was getting dark out.

"Too bad, I like spending time with you," Did I just blurt that out? I'm an idiot.

He looked content. "I like spending time with you too, Esto," We gazed into each others eyes, green and brown. I snapped out of it and began eating again.

I heard Charlie get out of the shower and getting changed upstairs, before his loud footsteps bellowed down the stairs.

"Is it good?" He asked us with small droplets of water dripping from the spikes in his hair

"Yeah it's brilliant, Charlie, thanks."

"Thanks, dad, it's gorgeous." I said.

"Good. Jacob your dad said he's on his way down from Alaska, he's just passed Prince Rupert and he should be about 2 hours," He acted like he was okay with leaving us soon but I knew he wanted to stay. I gave him a warm smile and put our plates in the sink. I began washing them.

He looked at me take them, then to Charlie. Charlie said he was going to go to bed, and before we knew it, he was off, saying goodbye to Jacob and to tell Billy he'd pick up the fish tomorrow.

Jacob nodded, shaking hands with Charlie. When Charlie was upstairs Jacob turned to me. I stood at the green sink, drying my hands on a fresh dishcloth. He stood in front of me, inches apart, "Are you going to miss me?" He said, joking.

"You live just down the road, Jacob," I responded, throwing the cloth in the wash basket and staring at him.

He feigned hurt, "Mr. Swan, you're saying you won't miss your good friend Mr. Black?"

I chuckled at it, going to punch him weakly but he caught my hand. "I'm going to miss you, Esto."

There was a silence, and he gazed into my eyes as I yanked my hand from his, chortling. "Nice to know."

He smiled, "Do you wanna wrestle again?" He was evidently desperate to play. "We have one and a half hour left."

"Not really, Jacob."

"Come on for me?" He gave me a big grin and batted his lashes to me.

"Don't hurt me then, or I will kill you."

"I won't," He winked and pulled me to the couch. I smiled fearfully into his eyes and he pounced like a wolf to its prey.

He landed on me again, yet I dodged and went to the other side of the couch, where he turned to me and laughed. I went for his back but he grasped my arms and pulled me below him, so I was laid on my stomach, and he straddled my hips.

"Jake, you're very strong but, whatever," He laughed, and lay down on my back; I could feel his erection dig into the back of my jeans.

"Told you I wouldn't hurt you," He got off me then and stood up, where I could see slightly his dick press against his jeans.

"I've gotta go bed, night Jacob. Some of us have school," I went to leave but he shockingly pulled me into a loving embrace. I didn't know how to react...

"Night, Esto."

"Yeah."

I got into bed, not bothering to take a shower; my hair was slightly greasy but whatever. I was in my boxers and my bed shirt. The window was not open; hmm whatever it was that was opening it must have been scared of by something. The room though was cold, very cold. So I jumped into bed, slowly drifting off into a deep sleep.

I woke up then, seeing a pale figure at the bottom of my bed. I gasped in shock as I saw it was Edward and turned to put the light on, but when I looked back, he was gone.

That was the second night I dreamt of Edward Cullen. What was wrong with me?

The sun was obscured by dark storm clouds waiting to drown the town of Forks. I was half upset and half happy by the fact that today would be a day of no sun, as I hated cold, yet the Cullen's would be in school.

I got out of bed and took a nice warm shower, lathering the Herbal Essence's into my hair. Yum, strawberry. I got out and wore a dark green cardigan over a brown top. I wore some dark blue skinnies and got my bag. I didn't have food that day, as I wasn't hungry. Charlie had already left, seeing as it was 7:30am.

I got into the Dark Lord Sauron, little spots of rain landing on my face's features. I turned on the radio and Make Damn Sure came on, by Taking Back Sunday.

I sung along slightly as I drove to school, seeing the carless students walking. The houses I passed were all the same as mine, wood and white with the occasional brown one here and there.

Driving into the lot I saw the Cullen's Volvo sitting across it. I smiled to myself and got out, heading for school, yet I was stopped by Mike.

"Hey, Esto!" He greeted enthusiastically.

"Hi Mike."

"How was your sleep?"

"It was OK. I had a good dream, I think," I smirked at the thought of the dream once again.

"Nice, um, so, are you still going to the beach trip down on the res?"

"Of course," We were walking and talking now, heading for the class we had first, English. A chill of wind brushed my back just as I was about to enter the building.

I sat down in the empty classroom, Mike taking his seat two rows in front of me and smiled. I returned it softly.

The day went slow, yet the thing that hurt me the most was seeing the Cullen's there, but no Edward.

The vicious cycle went on, and when it was Friday I expected the same