Summary: Moving back to forks, the reader uncovers secrets about the town and the people living in it that she never knew.
Jacob Black Masterlist
Walking on the shore of La Push, you spotted your small group of friends. Smiling, you hurriedly made your way towards them.
“Y/N!” Seth greeted full of excitement. Pulling you in for a bone-crushing hug, he lifted you off of the group before twirling around.
The air became filled with the sound o your squeals.
“Put the poor girl down,” Leah spoke rolling her eyes at her brother.
Placing you back on your feet, giggles fell from your lips. Turning your attention back towards the group, you greeted each of your friends, before standing beside Jacob, as he placed an arm over your shoulders.
“What’d I miss?” You questioned gazing at Sam, who held an unhappy expression.”
Shaking his head, Sam hadn’t bothered to fill you in on what they were previously chatting about.
“Let’s go.” Sam spat, jerking his head in the direction of the forest behind him.
“But-”
Before you could argue, Jacob sighed before he retreated without another word along with the rest of your friends.
Frowning, tears threatened to fall down your cheeks. Your mind became clouded with the thought of having done something wrong.
Shaking your head, you made your way back to the beat-up truck your dad had given you when you moved to Forks.
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“I...I think he’s hiding something from me.” You frowned as you gazed out of the cafe window.
Angela sat across from you offering you a look of sympathy. “There’s just something’s that are better to be left alone.”
You scoffed, crossing your arms on the table as you gazed around the small cafe. Your gaze fell upon a familiar pair of eyes. Locking eyes, you raised an eyebrow.
“I’ll be right back.” You spoke standing up promptly, not waiting for her to respond.
Making your way towards the table, the feeling of uneasiness washed over you.
“Fancy seeing you here. Mind if I sit?” You questioned motioning towards the unoccupied seat in front of him.
“Please,” Edwards responded, nodding slightly.
An awkward silence fell between you.
“How’s Jacob?” He questioned in an annoyed voice.
Frowning, you dropped your gaze to the table in front of you. “He’s good...I think. I...I haven’t seen much of him lately.”
“That’s a shame.” He spat taking a drink from his cup.
You rolled your eyes in response. Sighing, you shook your head. “I should go.”
“Wait,” Edward spoke grasping your wrist preventing you from leaving. “Why don’t we do something.”
You scoffed. “I should get back to Angela.”
“She seems to be preoccupied at the moment.” He smirked jutting his chin out towards her.
Turning around, you gazed at Angela only to see Mike sitting in your previous seat.
“Oh.” You muttered.
“Why don’t we have dinner?” He questioned moving to stand next to you.
“I-”
Not allowing you to respond, he tugged you behind him not letting go of your wrist as he lead you to his car.
“This is kidnapping you know.” You spoke raising an eyebrow at him as he held the car door open for you.
“I don’t see you putting up much of a fight.” He countered.
“Shut up.” You spoke getting into the car.
Edward chuckled as he shut your door, knowing he won the argument.
As you were driving down the road, you and Edward shared laughs as well as terrible singing.
Slamming on the breaks, your seat belt-tightening as you leaned forward from the sudden movement. Gazing through the windshield, you were surprised to see Jacob standing in the middle of the road.
Unbuckling your seatbelt, you practically jumped out of the car. “Jake?”
“What are you doing with him?” Jacob's voice dripping with venom as he moved in front of you.
“We’re just hanging out...” You spoke gazing at him with confusion, “Wait, why do you care? You’ve been MIA!”
“You wouldn’t understand.” Jacob brushed off your statement.
“Try me.” You spoke crossing your arms over your chest as you raised an eyebrow at him.
“Y/N.” Edward's voice spoke from beside you.
“How well do you even know him?” Jacob spat as he jutted his chin towards Edward.
“Why does that matter?”
“Because he’s a Vampire!”
Gazing at him, your eyes were widened eyes.
“What?” Your voice was barely above a whisper. Turning towards the man standing beside you.
Edward’s jaw clench and hesitation were enough of an answer for you.
“V-Vampires aren’t....real.”
“Jacob’s a shape shifter. That’s why he’s been avoiding you, turns out you don’t know him as well as you think you do.”
Your eyes snapped up to the man standing in front of you. "Jake?” You questioned feeling your body tremble as you gazed at him in disbelief. The pained look on his face broke your heart.
“Y/N...Let me explain.” He pleaded.
“Take me home.” You spoke.
Getting into Edward's car, you stared intently at the dashboard as you attempted to hold it together.
Requested: Yes! // I would love to see something with Jacob with a teacher imprint! Like he comes to surprise her with lunch and finds her sitting on the floor with 2 kids trying to style her hair while another is coloring her nails with marker.😍 #Teacherlife @twilightlover2007
Author’s Note: I couldn’t resist the title! I’m obessed with the Mamma Mia! Here we go again song ‘When I Kissed the Teacher’, so I took the chance!
Summary: The reader is a Teacher and Jacob’s Imprint. Just a lot of Fluff!
Jacob Black Masterlist
"Do you have to go?" Jacob pouted as he rolled on his side, mirroring your position.
A soft giggle left your lips. "You know I have to." You placed a hand on his cheek, allowing him to lean into your touch while closing his eyes.
"The perks of dating a Teacher, I guess." He teased playfully, sticking his bottom lip out as he continued to pout.
"That's right." You couldn't stop the toothy grin that made it's way to your lips. "I'll see you tomorrow, anyway."
Getting up from the bed, you barely made it to the edge before Jacob wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you back into his chest.
His fingers dance along the tender skin of your ribs, as the melody of your laughter filled the air. Tears quickly racing down your cheeks.
"J-Jake!"
"Say it, and I'll stop." He teased, placing a quick kiss on your cheek as he continued tickling you.
"I love you!"
"I love you too." He chuckled, stopping his moments, before loosening his grip around you. "I'll see you tomorrow."
Nodding your head, you were quick to put your jacket on. "Yep, don't forget, you have to come up to the school for lunch."
"I won't." He spoke grinning at you, as he swiftly stood before you. Placing his hands on your jaw, he rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. The sound of your heart beating, keeping him calm.
Placing a chaste kiss to your lips, he pulled you in for a tight hug.
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Arriving at school, you gripped the strap of your bag, as you ventured through the hallways.
"Goodmorning, Miss Y/L/N." One of your co-workers greeted you.
"Goodmorning, Mr. Johnson."
Making it to your classroom, you began pulling out your teaching plan for the day, along with the other necessities you would be needing for the day.
You had arrived early enough, that you were able to begin getting the classroom ready for the day, before placing a sweet treat on each spot where your students sat.
It wasn't long after before your kids began filing into the room. Many of them greeting you with warm smiles once they saw you.
"Goodmorning, Miss Y/L/N!"
"Goodmorning class!" You stood in the front of the room, gazing around at each of your students offering them a warm smile. "Who's ready to start learning?"
"Me!"
Grinning, your students were more enthusiastic than any other day before. The warm feeling of happiness washed over you.
"Let's dive into the learning plan, shall we?" You questioned moving towards the blackboard. Gripping your teaching plan, you began writing in chalk as you heard the soft chitter-chatter of your students behind you.
"Who can tell me....."
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"Hi, I'm here to see Miss Y/L/N," Jacob spoke, as he entered the school front office.
The secretary nodded before handing him a visitor's pass, allowing him entry to the school. Moving towards one of the securely locked doors, he heard the sound of buzzing signaling it was okay for him to enter.
He had been to the school so many times, he knew the front office staff by their first name, as well as knowing the way to your classroom.
As he walked through the halls, he held onto the plastic bag that was containing your lunch.
Finally reaching your classroom, the door was open. The sound of children's giggles and laughter rang through the air. Standing in the doorway, he was surprised to see the scene before him.
You were sitting on the floor, allowing a student to braid your hair, while another was "painting" your nails with a marker.
He heard you complimenting them, telling them how good of a job they were doing. Leaning against the door frame, he couldn't stop the grin that made it's way to his lips.
"Well, now I know your secret, Miss Y/L/N." Jacob smiled when he saw your head snap in his direction, while you were holding the expression of a deer caught in headlights.
"I...I don't know what you're talking about." You smirked.
Jacob, placed the bag of food on your desk, before taking a seat on the ground beside you. Before he could respond, the child that was coloring your nails beat him to the punch.
"Can I paint your nails?" They asked innocently, batting their eyelashes as they looked at him with doe eyes.
Jacob looked at you, then back at the child before taking you by surprise with a nod.
"Yay!" The child exclaimed full of excitement. Deciding they were done "painting" your nails, leaving one hand unfinished, they moved to Jacob.
Before you knew it, you and Jacob were surrounded by more of your students wanting to do a makeover on each of you.
"Can we miss Y/L/N?"
"I...I, uh..."
The lunch bell rang, saving both you and Jacob from more makeovers. You both let out a sigh of relief, before gazing at each other.
"I wanted to spend lunch with you." He spoke as if reading your mind.
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