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IM NOT HUMAN ?

JPOV

I drove into my high school's parking lot. And of course, as I stepped out of my black convertible, everyone was all over me. You might think I liked all the attention. But I didn't. Apparently I was cool. But I wouldn't have known. I don't really care. People follow me everywhere, thinking I am some type of leader. Whatever. As long as I was walking on two legs, I couldn't care less about my life.

"Yo, Jake," Chris, my best, buddy called out.

"Hey," I replied nonchalantly.

I was just on time. My first class started in exactly two minutes. Chris and I walked over to the east building, to chemistry.

I walked into the classroom and everyone made way for me as usual. Kissing up my ass, they knew better than to piss me off. I made my way to the back of the class, taking my seat, and plugging in my earphones. I couldn't give a damn about other people who were trying to get my attention, or the teacher who was trying to bring order to the class.

I didn't even bother to pay attention in class. I got great marks anyways, so why bother? I just go home, read over the chapter and wing the exams. It was like I got a computer file that saves everything in my head when I read it once. The only reason I even attend the classes is because I used to ditch so much on the beginning of the year, they were about to kick me out.

My father didn't even care; he thought it was some kind of joke that I didn't even quit school yet. He was drunk half the time, and barely made it home every night. Rachel, Rebecca, and I had to care for ourselves, but we agreed never to interfere with each others' lives. Both of them moved into different cities, leaving me alone in the house in La Push.

But honestly, I liked it that way. People might think I get bored alone in my house, but I actually liked the quite.

I walked through the crowd to get to my next class. Everyone was greeting me, trying t o catch up to my pace, and making conversation which I didn't join.

I noticed it was chick season these days. Every girl from this school was all over me. I think some dance or something, was going on in two months, and they were trying to get me to ask them out. I smiled. They wish. I don't do dances. The people who go don't have lives.

I sat in the back once more in my second class of the day, and tuned everything out.

That was my life. The same schedule everyday, wake up, drag myself to school, tune everyone out, and tuning the world out. But sometimes being popular had its advantages. Call me crazy but if someone got to close to me, I end up using them, and then I would walk away like nothing happened.

I go out on dates too. I've just never had a girlfriend. I go out with some girl from time to time. But no one ever catches my attention. They're all the same. I would take her out to dinner, drive her home, and have an intense make out session. But I wouldn't remember any of it the next day. They would stare at me in dislike as they realize that I hadn't actually been interested in them.

I stood in front of the restaurant that I had told Jessica to meet me in. Thinking this would be one of those Fridays where I'll be bored to death, trying to ignore the fact that the girl sitting in front of me was starring at me like I was god or something. I usually just meet them at the location; I never bother to pick them up or anything.

Sure enough, I was bored as hell. I felt sorry for her though; Jessica, seemed to be trying to make conversation. But I just couldn't bring myself to respond. I left her outside the restaurant and headed home, throwing my self into my bed.

That's how my hate club started. Every girl that I had ever gone out with was in that club. They all hate me now, because I seem to be using them. But who cares; I'm still alive and walking on two legs.

I sat at lunch everyday, with the usual group but never actually joined the conversations. The 'popular group' as they called us, consisted of Angela and Eric, currently a couple, although I don't think they would last longer than another week. Chris and Emma, twins, you'd think that they hated each other because they were siblings, but they were considered one person. They practically read each other's mind, and pulled pranks all over the school. And I.

I drove home, after school, even though I drove 40 miles above the speed limit, I still dont make it home before the hour was over because the school was in seatle, and the next day started again.

On Saturdays I usually wake up at noon, head out with the group, do whatever the hell we do, and head back home at six.

Some times I think why I don't hate my life. When I think about it, I realize that my life sucks. It's crazy. There's no point in it. But then why do I not hate it? I ask myself that question every day. But never find an answer. Maybe it's because I have no one to guide me in the right direction. Maybe it's because… I don't care.

As I drove home, one Thursday a night I noticed Sam and his gang. I started to get angry for some reason. I hated them. They pissed me off. They thought they were all that, every single day all they wore was a pair of cut off jeans. Nothing else, no matter what the weather was like. They were always by the cliffs, cliff diving from the highest point, which was supposed to kill them.

I would have gladly ignored them, if they left me alone. They always stare at me like they were waiting for something to happen, like I was next. But I have no idea what. Sam always stared at me like he knew I was going to need him when whatever it was, that was supposed to happen, happened.

A few people my age seemed to be hanging out with Sam. Paul, Seth and Embry.

Embry had actually been my best friend less than a year ago. We used to be like brothers. But then he disappeared. No one knew where he went. He showed up two weeks later, looking different. He started hanging around a lot. And that's when Sam starting looking at me like I was next.

They looked like they were about to cross the road. I decided to just speed off by them; it was raining, so I hoped some mud would splash onto them. But as I got closer they didn't stop. If I continued to drive this fast, I was certainly going to end up in jail. I screeched up to a halt, ending right at Sam's feet.

What the hell was their problem? They saw me coming, and they didn't even stop.

Madder than ever, I jumped out of my car and slammed the door, "Hey what's your problem?" I asked, anger starting to build in my body. "You can't j-walk like that, I was driving."

"Oh, Hey Jake, how are you today?" He asked, as though nothing had happened.

"You have no right to ask about my life," I seethed.

"Sure," he replied, "I was just going to ask if you wanted to join us, we were headed to the cliffs,"

What the hell, did they think I would even consider it? "Who the fuck do you think you are?" think you can warm me over to your stupid gang? Well forget it; you should just leave me alone because I'm not budging.

I started to feel something like fire burning its way inside my body. I thought it was just the furry, so I ignored it. Then I noticed that I was shaking. What the fuck? It wasn't cold or anything, so why was I shaking like an earthquake was forming in my body?

It wasn't just freaky, but it hurt like hell.

I vaguely heard someone say, "Damn it Sam, why'd you have to push him over board like that?"

"Better here than in front of those innocent humans." Someone replied.

But I couldn't hear anymore, a sudden feeling rushed through me. It was a new type of pain. It felt like knives were tearing me up inside out.

And then my clothes seemed to rip of my body, but it didn't look like my body anymore. I had hair, no wait, fur all over me. What the hell was happening? I shouted in pain as my insides exploded. My body leaned forward and I landed on all fours.

Okay, now I was just scarred shitless. I looked over towards the group. I immediately noticed that my senses were modified a hundred times. I could see, hear, taste, smell, and feel that I would never have been able to if I was human. Obviously I wasn't human any more. Was I some kind of wolf?

But I couldn't ponder all this, I was still in extreme pain, and I couldn't help the shouts that were escaping me. I looked back at the group, and noticed that Sam was not there anymore. Instead, in his place, was a large black wolf. And I assumed he had transformed too.

I had no idea how to communicate, but I laid it into him mentally. Sam, what the fuck did you do to me, what the hell is going on, this is so stupid, put me back into my fucking self… I continued to mentally curse and shout.

Then I heard Sam's voice shout out, Jake calm down!

Except, I didn't here his voice like I would hear someone talking normally, I heard him in my head, like I could read his thoughts.

Yes Jake; I could read your thoughts too.

What the fuck did you do to me? Ithought, and I guess it worked, because he replied as if we were having a human conversation.

I said calm down! This is all normal. It's natural,

Natural! I… I'm not HUMAN! You call that natural?

Yes, I do, it's in your genes Jacob, since you were born. You're a werewolf now.

I howled out loud, I was a werewolf? I was a werewolf. Fuck. What the hell. If it has been since I was born, then why no one tell me about it? Did my dad know? I need answers Sam, I yelled, what the hell is going on?

I'll explain everything to you Jake; let's just go on a run first because you need to calm down.

No! I'm not moving from here until you tell me why I fucking turned into a furry old werewolf Sam.

I said, RUN. He said in a forceful tone.

I found myself moving. What the fuck. It's like he had some kind of command over me.

I do. I'm your alpha now Jake. And if I command you to do something, you will be forced to do it. He explained as my legs started to work of their own accord and began to move me forward.

It felt awesome though. I started to run faster, loving the feeling of the air rushing through my fur. I sped off into the forest Sam following behind me. He seemed like he was giving me time to take in everything. I increased my speed as my sore muscles began to loosen. The last of my pain dissolved as I raced through the forest. Sam caught up to me and kept up my pace.

He started to explain to me about what was happening. Do you remember all the old quileute stories Jake?

Yeah, what about them? Iasked,

They aren't just fairy tales, they're real, and he let the old stories flow through his thoughts, which I could see clearly.

He reminded me of all the legends about the Vampires, and werewolves. How we were created to protect the humans from them. After all that was out of the way, he reminded me about the one specific legend that was about the Cullens. They were Vampires, but they didn't hunt humans.

At first I was confused about that, because Sam had just said that Vampires live on humans' blood. But Sam explained to me how they also agreed that humans were innocent, and that they were 'vegetarians'. They lived on animal blood. Not exactly the type of vegetarian I would have imagined when I was human, but I understood, because they don't really have a digestive system, and couldn't eat human food. That's why they were still alive, the made a treaty with the old quileute pack. They agreed that as long as the Cullens did not feed on humans, they would not hunt them down. But they were also not allowed to cross the border, into La Push.

They lived in Forks, very close to here, and Sam said that they were the reason my genes were tipped off, and I transformed.

After an hour of explaining, I thought I'd never held that much information in my brain before. There was so much to think about. As I pondered this, I noticed that we were running at full speed, which was extremely fast. I would seem invisible to the human eye. If we've been running at this speed for more than an hour, where are we?

British Columbia, Sam answered my thought.

That was another thing. I hated how he could read my thoughts. It was so annoying. And I couldn't seem to hide anything. Everything was just laid out in the open for him. I could here his thoughts too, but then again, I assumed he had been doing this for a long time, and he had better control about what think about when he was in his wolf form.

So how come it's in my genes? Does my dad now? I asked curiously.

Yes, he does. He was a wolf too, when he was younger.

Really? And he never told me?

Jake, you have to understand, that this has to be kept a secret from the humans. You can't go spilling everything you do in this part of your life.

Sure, sure,

Now I understood why Sam has been acting like he did. He explained to me that since the Cullens had moved into the state. Teens my age have been transforming all over. That's what had happened to Embry, when he had disappeared. And Sam figured that I would be next, because I was Billy Black's son and I was supposed to change any time now.

He said what sets it of was anger. That explains why I had suddenly blown up into a wolf. I had been extremely angry by what they were up to, and I blew up.

But all this didn't change what I thought about Sam, I still disliked him. Just because I knew why he was acting like a creep, and now he was my alpha, doesn't mean that I had to get along with him.

He gave a snorted, and sort of a mental laugh. That's what they all think, I don't know why, but you all seem to hate me in the beginning. But he didn't seem to take it personally. How about we turn around now? It will take us a long time to get back to La push.

But I'm tired, we turned back south.

It's your fault. I let you run wherever you want; you're the one who led us here.

We raced back home. This time, I pushed myself to my maximum speed. It felt great to be let loose like this. We made it home in half the time. As we made it back to the forest near La push, I realized how tired I was. I was dead beat.

Is it always like this? I asked breathlessly,

Sam laughed. No, you'll get used to it, don't worry. He didn't seem the least bit tired.

He ran behind a tree, and came back, in human form again. I'd noticed that he had his jeans tied around his leg when he was wolf. But my clothes had ripped off my body when I changed. He seemed to understand my confused look because he said, "I'll run over and get a pair of pants for you,"

He walked into the night and before I could even lay my head on the ground, I passed out. I didn't care that I was still in wolf form.

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