Jacob Black was an acquaintance of yours at school. From the very beginning, since he saw you in English class, rereading a stanza from Romeo and Juliet, he imprinted on you.

You spoke every once in a while, which was okay with him. Until he noticed you talking to the Cullen’s. His protective instinct immediately kicked in from then on.

As you were at your locker, Jacob leaned beside it and spoke. “What were you doing talking to Rosalie Cullen?” He asks with an eyebrow raised.