Jacob Black (Two Sides of the Same Coin)

The welcome sign to Forks was just as grim as I remembered. As Dad's truck rolled along, I glanced at my sister and gave her a little smile.
—Don't lock yourself in your room all day, okay? Smile at the people.
Bella rolled her eyes.
—Don't exaggerate, I don't want you throwing a party before class.
We were sisters and shared a peaceful nature, but that's where the similarities ended. While Bella avoided attention, I was much more social and spontaneous. The next day at school, the difference was immediately apparent. Jessica dragged us to her table in the cafeteria, and I broke the ice instantly with jokes, while Bella survived with monosyllables.
That's when I saw them walk in: the Cullens. Pale and beautiful. It didn't take a mind reader to notice how Bella's gaze lingered on Edward. The sparkle in her eyes betrayed a complete infatuation. To each their own tragic tastes, I thought with amusement.
But my destiny lay elsewhere. That weekend, we went to visit Billy Black in La Push. While Dad chatted, I went to the workshop and there I found him: Jacob.
At sixteen, with messy black hair and a warm smile as he cleaned his greasy hands, he looked at me curiously:
—Oh, so you're the other Swan sister? I thought the silence was going to be twofold.
I laughed, leaning against the frame:
"Someone had to keep the house in balance. And you must be Jacob, right?"
He burst out laughing.
—The same. I'm glad you showed up. How's Forks treating you?
We talked with incredible ease until he offered to take me for a ride in his old truck along the beach. I glanced at Bella in the distance, lost in her own world, and then at Jacob. Neither of us knew what the woods held, but I knew that boy was going to be my favorite refuge.