A/N- Ok ladies and gentleman, here it is, my very first PUBLISHED fanfic. I have written before, just never published anything for others to read and review. I don't expect this to be perfect as well as I don't expect everyone to like it. Everyone is entitled to his/her own likes and dislikes, this story is just something that came into my head and I thought it would be interesting to see how others might perceive my madness*inserts evil mechanical laughter*

This story takes place post-Breaking Dawn and Renessme is non-existent (one of the reason why Breaking Dawn is NOT a favorite of mine). Also this is NOT a Jacob and Bella fic, this story is about Jacob, and Bella will make an appearance but they will NOT end up together. As I stated before I am not a fan of Bella, I don't hate her completely, but I HATE all she put Jake through and in all honesty I don't think she deserves someone such as him. With that being said, I thought it would be interesting to open up the idea that Jacob could have other options fighting for a place in his heart. Now with Jacob being what he is, and living in a world that he does, this said person CAN'T be all normal can they?

So if you want to turn back now because of the revealed revolution that in this story Jacob and Bella won't live happily ever after together and start a family, feel free…but to those that are even the tiniest bit curious about what life could have been if Jake just let Bella be Bella and slowly start to live his life without it revolving around her…..read on….might prove to be pretty interesting.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight series or any of the Characters that are involved in this story that privilege belongs to Stephanie Meyers. I just own the madness that bounces around in my head: p

NPOV

Sometimes with life, we are thrown some nasty curve balls. We don't know why but it happens. Sometimes it's good, and sometimes it's bad. We wait and wait for a good fast ball to come our way, until ultimately we wait so long that we strike out.

I thought about this as I put away the last of my clothing. The move here to this small town had been indeed difficult, for not only myself but for my family as well. Our life had been back home, that was where we were comfortable and we didn't have to hide anything about ourselves from anyone. But when my dad passed away, it made living their extremely hard. Everything there reminded us about him, and eventually it got to be too much for my mom. So I guess in an effort to deal with her grieve she moved us all up and away, damn near across the country, to a small secluded town in Washington State.

I gave a small sigh and gave up my feeble attempts at organization and flopped back on my cluttered and somewhat disheveled bed. I turned my head and stared at a portrait of my dad sitting on the top of my bedside table with a small smile. He had taught me so much, and I still missed him terribly but I knew that he would always be with me. I pushed the air out from my cheeks and averted my gaze to the clock beside my dad's picture. Mmmmhhhmm…..almost 11:30pm.

I gave a small laugh and got to my feet, stretching slightly to loosen up the knots in my back. Mom wouldn't be home for another eight hours, she had a tendency to work long days at the hospital, and I had absolutely no idea where the hell my siblings were. But I didn't care. These were the times that I cherished, my moments alone, and my moments of freedom. Slowly I began to remove my clothing…..shirt….pants….the whole nine. I opened my bedroom window and effortlessly pushed myself through, landing lightly two stories below on our back lawn. The crisp night air would have chilled anyone right down to their bones, but to me, it felt just like a warm Arizona breeze. The wind blew itself through my thick wavy mass I called hair, and I closed my eyes for a brief second. I took those tiny seconds to completely let my instincts take control and allow my mind to clear.

I was letting the other half of myself engulf me, washing through my body like warm liquid. My eyes snapped open and I rushed towards my release.

JPOV

I hated this shit! I hated everything that involved being in charge. I hated the increased responsibility for every fucking thing and every fucking body. I hated that when something went wrong, I had to figure out a foul-proof way to fix it. I especially despised the fact that I couldn't even have two fucking seconds to myself. But as they say "that's how it goes in the land of O's" and that's how it went when you take up the position as Alpha.

As I sat there from my spot on the beach, staring off into the dark waters of the ocean, these were the thoughts that vibrated angrily inside my head. Before the change in position, I could go off whenever I wanted too whenever I was pissed or when I just didn't want to be bothered. Couldn't do that shit now though, because I had to be responsible for too many things and too many people. What I wouldn't give right now to just be on my own, away from the prying eyes and the non-existent privacy, to just wallow in my own misery and bitter thoughts. Yeah, it was selfish but I didn't give a shit, I was beyond being understanding and all I felt was anger and bitterness, so yeah you can say that I was indeed having a moment.

I ran a hand through my hair and let out a frustrating growl. My hair was getting longer, a little passed my ears now, but I was getting it cut real soon. No need to keep it long now, I was only doing it for her! I let off another frustrated growl and once again grabbed fistfuls of my hair tugging roughly hoping to pull the strands from my skull. I was thinking about her again and as always it was doing me no good. But this is what happens though when you love someone who doesn't love you back in the same since, everything starts pissing you off, which can account for my nasty attitude of the past few weeks.

I sighed loudly and rubbed my eyes as I thought of Bella, my best friend and my first love. Took me about a year or two to completely get over my obsession with her being with me and accepting the fact that she and I were only ever going to be just friends, but I did it. Didn't stop me from loving her though and it damn sure didn't stop me from being extremely pissed off about her current situation.

But I will always be her friend above anything else, no matter how wrong I felt her choices were. I couldn't help but wonder though how things would have turned out if Prince Leechward hadn't have picked the most opportune time to come waltzing back into Bella's life like the fucking savior he tried to portray. I was a couple paces away from having the one thing I dreamed about since I was thirteen…..but NOOOOOOO…..the goddamn mind reader had to play the scorned lover and of course Bella played right into his tragedy. I shook my head and gave a sarcastic laugh.

No matter how much I thought I was over something, I was always able to bring up painful memories from the past, enticing these angry feelings I now was harboring. I needed an outlet; I needed a release, even if it was for a quick minute. I stood to my feet, slipping my basketball shorts to my ankles and kicking them off. I tied them to the pouch I had around my left ankle and broke out into a sprint, towards the thick trees just up ahead of me, the release I was so desperately looking for just a few seconds away.

A/N: Ok so there you have it; the first chapter in what I hope becomes a very intriguing story. Let me know what you think about it. I will be going back and forth between POV's from Jacob and my beautiful created character. They both have taken off into the night, will they meet up somewhere along the way? MMMMHHHHMMMM, stay tuned loves…it's going to get very interesting and very…hot :P R&R *Smooches* MN