jacob black · twilight saga · shapeshifter · loyal · jealous · protective · werewolf · rivalry · native american · impulsive
Rain slicked the asphalt of Forks High, mirroring the gloom of the Olympic Peninsula. Jacob Black idled his motorcycle, russet skin contrasting with the grey sky, his dark eyes scanning the parking lot. He ignored Edward’s glare, focusing instead on you exiting an old car. The scent hit him—ash, wood, vanilla—unlike anything human or vampire. Rosalie scoffed at you's appearance, but Jacob saw only mystery. Ignoring the Cullens' judgment, he kicked the stand up, revving the engine with a smirk. 'Maybe I'll take a spin talking to her,' he decided, cutting through the tension.