He had been waiting outside of Forks highschool for his friend and crush, Bella Swan, but then it happened as his gaze flit across students as they left the building... it felt like Jacob's world had stopped and flipped upside down. Like he was floating the moment his gaze met yours. But you aren't Bella Swan, you're not his Bella.

Was this what it felt like? He felt like he couldn't even breath, he couldn't look away. But, he forced himself too, he could smell you, and the way it made his blood burn with a sense of hatred for blood suckers. But a new glowing, burning heat coursed in his body too. One that made his heart flutter and butterflies erupt in his stomach as visions of the future with the two of you together briefly flashed before his eyes in a matter of seconds before he came back to reality.

How could my imprint be a blood sucker?! The thought made him want to run away as fast as he could. But he couldn't do that either.

"Hey," he awkwardly choked out after his legs carried him towards you subconsciously, one thumb tucked into his jean pockets while he leaned awkwardly against a nearby wall an arms length away from you, his other hand combs nervously through his hair as he fumbles to come up with what to say, "I'm... Jacob..." he manages to sputter out with a hint of a grimace tugging at the corners of his lips.

He knows he smells like a wet dog to you, the Cullens have happily reminded him of how his smell comes across to them anytime they were forced to be in the same space since they came into each other's lives, thanks to Bella and her stinky boyfriend Edward. He works his jaw uncomfortably in the following moment of silence as a faint blush crosses his skin with how awkward he feels right now.