Que Quowle.

Enter Aliyah Martin's life as she stands beside her best friend—now current boyfriend—as he struggles to maintain his anger and protect the people of La Push, while dealing with Aliyah's problems, and Bella Swan along the way.


3. 03

Another day at school, another day Jacob was missing, another day I could not see Jacob. Billy was being stubborn; and Quil, well, Quil himself was getting a little impatient.

Quil also asked me out—on a date.

"C'mon. Hurry up!" I dropped my dress, and glared at the door.

"Shut up, Taylor!"

"Quil's downstairs, just thought you should know." I rolled my eyes. Quil's always here, so why is it any different if he's here to pick me up for a date?

"Yeah, yeah." I said, slipping the loose dress on. I looked in the bathroom mirror, and smile. My mom did my hair, so now it was simply straight. I had no make-up—I ran away when mom suggested it.


"SHUT UP, TAYLOR!" I flung the door open, and glared at him from under my fringe.

"Wow," He said, looking over the dress, "It's, uh—"

"I like it." I growled.

"I was going to go with revealing." I scoffed at his remark.

"This dress is far from revealing." I spat at him. I turned down the hallway, and went to the front door, smiling inwardly when I saw Quil leaning against the wall. He was dressed in simple dark jeans, a white shirt, and a white sweater over top; the sleeves were pulled up to his elbows.

"Wow," He said, reaching for my hand. "You look beautiful," He whispered, lowering his face to my ear.

"Thank you."

Taylor stood in the living room archway, arms folded over his chest, "I still say that the dress is revealing." He muttered.

"I like it," Both Quil and I said. I smiled up at him.

"Alright, well, go on. Have fun—"

"WAIT!" My eyes widened as mom rushed in with a camera. "I want a picture," She insisted.

"Mom," I turned away, my cheeks flushed.

"Oh, please, Aliyah?" Her face looked so upset, I know she only wanted the best.

I looked up at Quil. His face was red too, but he nodded, breathing out a laugh. She held the camera up, and a quick flash was all that was needed, and she put it down.

"Alright, now go have fun." Taylor said, smiling at our faces.

I turned out of the house, and walked with Quil down to his car.


The lineup wasn't long, but it was moving slow. Quil had brought me out to dinner, and then planned to see the new movie, "Valentines Day".

"Dinner was good," I commented, twirling a strand of hair around my finger.

He placed his arm around my waist, "I know what you like; it's a benefit of being your friend."

The line moved up. Quil kept me close, looking over all the other couples there. He looked down and smiled happily.


"I have the prettiest date," He stated. I scoffed.

"How do you know?"

His expression fell a little, "All the other guys are looking at you," I rolled my eyes, but when I looked around, there were several guys smiling in my direction. One even winked.

"Oh, god." I muttered, shoving my face into his neck. His chest vibrated as his other arm wrapped around me.

"Now, now." He laughed. The lady asked what we wanted to see, he paid for the tickets, and towed me inside.

We got popcorn, and a large drink—Quil insisted on sharing although I wasn't too fond of germs. I mean, lord only knows what Quil eats. He told me to pick the seats, so I chose seats in the far back, left section. Before the movie even started, Quil had half the popcorn gone.

During the movie, Quil tossed his arm over my shoulder—he didn't need to 'yawn' or anything, because I trusted him. The movie, overall, was extremely funny, and dare I say one huge love fest?

Quil took my hand as we were leaving the theater, throwing the popcorn and soda out and leading me down the road to the car.

We drove back to his house, and ended up sitting in the back seat, talking about my life before I moved to La Push.

"I'll admit I miss it, but it's nothing compared to here," I yawned, leaning into Quil. It was silent for a little while, then I yawned again, and Quil laughed.

"Alright, time to take you home." Instead of getting in the front seat, he opened the door, and took my hand. Before I could move forward, he pulled me into him, wrapping his arms around me.

"I had a really good time," I mumbled into his chest. Quil's hand went under my chin, and picked it up, forcing me to look at him.

He slowly leaned in, and my stomach flipped. His breath was warm and inviting, I was so captivated, that just when our lips were about to touch, a wolf's howl broke through the forest.

Both our heads snapped up, looking at the dark opening, where the leaves moved.

"Quil," I said quietly.


"Uh—" Just then a figure walked out, and both our eyes popped out.

"Dude, what—what happened to you? You're a beast!" Quil enthused, stepping out of our warm embrace to see Jacob better.

I shivered coldly.

Jacob was tall—I mean, tall. And built, and—shirtless. He looked older, wiser, and tired.

The thing that really caught me off guard was his hair. He cut it, all of it, off.

"Dude, your huge," Quil continued.

“Yeah,” Jacob chuckled, his voice huskier and deeper than before. He rubbed the back of his neck timidly. “I guess I’ve grown a bit.” He spread out his arms then flexed, making his muscles pop out. Had Jacob always been that muscular? I asked myself.

A bit?” Quil said wide-eyed and Jacob laughed, but it wasn’t the same laugh I was accustomed to. It wasn’t light-hearted and friendly. It was menacing and seductive. Seductive was something I didn’t know Jacob could achieve. I took in a deep breath, still scrutinizing the boy that loomed over me. His previously lanky body had definitely filled out, making him look very intimidating.

Everything went silent and Jacob turned to me, his eyes flickering like a small fire were burning behind them. “Aren’t you going to say anything?” he dug his hands into the pockets of his cut off jeans as I tried to compose myself.

"Y-you cut your hair?" I asked, swallowing down the huge ball that was forming in my throat.

He nodded, kicking the dirt around with his shoe. "But, I was kind of hoping for 'Wow, you look great, and better!'"

I glared, "I can't say that." I muttered.

"Why not?"

"Because I'm not happy your better, if you look like them." I spat.

“Just like who?!” Jacob yelled, his temper increasing by the second.I shook my head and blinked back the tears that were stinging my eyes. The old Jacob never got mad at me...never.

I backed away slowly, Jacob noticed, because his expression softened, "You don't show up for school, you don't call, we can't visit.."

"No, no, Aliyah, please." He marched forward and took my hand. I pulled it out, and folded my arms. "I haven't changed."

"Yes, you have." I replied. He sighed, grabbed my shoulders and looked me right in the eyes.

And froze.

Suddenly, I wasn't so cold. I was warm, and happy; It seemed almost impossible to stay angry. He licked his lips, and pulled me closer, "I haven't changed." He whispered.

Quil raised an eyebrow at us, and smirked. "Wipe the smirk off your face, it won't do anything, Quil."

He faked hurt, "You and Aliyah with your hurtful comments." He sighed, "Sometimes it's like you two were meant for each other."

I laughed, "Yes, and you won't be on the guest list for the wedding."

Jacobs grip tightened and he smiled at me. I winked quickly. "Well, you look nice," Jacob commented, looking over my dress. "And you, dude, you clean up well."


"I took her out,"

He cocked his head to the side, "As in a 'date'?" I nodded, and Jacob frowned.

"What's wrong?"

"You guys didn't, y'know?"

"Make out? Nah, Jake. I still got respect for her." Quil said, wrapping an arm around my waist.

Jacob growled, a mixture of desire and hatred plastered on his face. "Jake?" I asked, stepping away when his frame began to shake.

He didn't say anything, he just turned, and ran off into the forest leaving Quil and I in awe, and fear.

What's happened to him? I asked myself.

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