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"We are afraid to care too much,
for fear that the other person does not care at all."
"You know what Paul? You're an asshole."
I pulled myself off of the couch that I had once occupied and walked out of the house, slamming the door behind me, resisting the urge to phase. I mean, who wouldn't?
Every single fucking meeting, or gathering, whatever you want to call them, he's always there, cracking jokes about me. How I'm not able to have children, or how he always forgets that I'm a girl. Did he think that I actually chose this life? If it weren't for this life, actually, if it weren't for the existence of werewolves at all, I'd still have Sam, I'd still have my dad, and I'd still have my life back. Now? Now my life is devoted to protecting some stupid leeches, who, for the record, can protect themselves. Stupid Alpha and his stupid commands.
I started walking back home when I heard someone following me.
"Oh come on Leah, don't leave because of him."
Figures. Speak of the devil and he shall appear.
"Go away, Jacob."
I kept on walking. If he thought that he could stop me, he was way out of it. If he tried to command me though, someone might not have children in the future.
"He's an asshole, we all know it. I'm sorry that he picks on you the most though," he said with sincerity in his voice.
I turned around and faced him.
"He doesn't pick on me the most, he just simply picks at me. When has he ever cracked a joke about Seth? Embry? Quil. Sam. Emily. You. Never, not once. It's always been me, Jacob, and I'm sorry that you had to apologize for him, but that's exactly it. I want an apology from him. Not you, him, and the chances of that are slimmer than a snowball's chance in Hell. And don't you fucking dare Alpha Command him to do it either, I want him to do it out of his own free will."
I turned around and continued walking, satisfied that I didn't hear footsteps behind me.
I got home and ran upstairs, plopping onto my bed and just start sobbing uncontrollably. It's something I've always done when I first got made fun of Paul. It's just a habit now, for me to do this. Everyone always thinks of me as the cold - hearted bitch that can't be hurt by anything, mentally or physically, but they're wrong. The only thing wrong with people thinking you're strong is that they think that they can constantly make fun of you and that you wouldn't care; you'd shrug it off, but they're so wrong. Every single one of their harsh words hurt me, they just don't know it, nor will they ever.
I felt the tears starting to dry when I heard stones being thrown at my window.
Seriously, why can't anyone just leave me alone to wallow? I'm perfectly capable to express my feelings when I'm alone.
I sighed, and got up to see who was outside.
"Jacob, I swear if you don't leave me alone, I'll get a restraining order against you," I yelled down to him while lifting up the window.
"I just wanna talk to you."
I hesitated, not sure what this could mean.
"Uhm, sure, I guess. Just come through the front - door ..."
That bastard climbed the tree into my bedroom, and left a dent on my windowsill. Is it that hard to use the front door? It's there for a reason for Pete's sake!
"Or not."
I walked back to my bed and sat down, waiting for him to say whatever he needed to. Instead, he sat himself down right next to me and let an uncomfortable silence stand between us until he finally spoke.
"I talked to Paul, and you know what? I don't think anyone can get through to that guy. He's such an asshole and his ego - dear Lord, don't get me started on that. I'm sorry that there's nothing that I can do to make all his cruel jokes stop, but I just wanted to know that I tried."
I looked at him, not believing my ears.
"Jacob, why would you try, even if you knew the results?"
He met my gaze.
"Because I care, Leah."
Someone actually cared. About me. Aside from Seth and my mother, I thought that all chances of someone actually caring for me was gone. Then again, being the bitch of La Push didn't really help either.
"Why do you care, Jake?"
"Because."
Again, there was that uncomfortable silence.
"Well, thanks for caring, Jacob," I said as I turned myself and gave him a hug. I'm guessing he didn't expect one seeing as his whole body tensed up. That, or he didn't know I was capable of giving hugs.
I let go, but his hands were still holding onto my waist and his face was buried inside the crook of my neck.
"J - Jake?"
"Leah, I love you."
First he cares, and now he loves me. If this is a cruel joke that they were all in on, I think that my heart would break. Even for them, this is too far to take a joke.
"I'm sorry, what?"
I tried to push him away so I could look into his eyes and find some truth in his eyes, but I failed. He held on tight, as if he were afraid to lose me.
"Jacob, look at me. Please."
He hesitated, but his eyes met mine, and he finally spoke.
"I love you, and I care about you. Always have, even when we were kids, and I probably always will. That's why I was so upset that I couldn't do anything else about the jokes, because despite the fact that they all think that you're strong, and that you can take it, I know you can't."
I felt a tear roll down my face, but he kissed it away.
"I love you," he whispered as he kissed me on the lips.
Needless to say, I was caught off - guard, but soon enough, I found myself responding back hungrily to the kiss, as was he. My hands were wrapped around his neck and were soon on his naked chest, going down and feeling every bump of his washboard abs. What started out innocent now turned into a fight over who was going to win the war. To my dismay, I lost.
He pulled back and put his hands on the hand of my tank, silently asking for my permission to continue. I nodded and he lifted the shirt off me, making sure that his hand skimmed all the right places before he finally bent his head down and took one of my nipples into his mouth. That man can do things with his tongue that shouldn't even be legal, I swear. I moaned and arched my back into him, shoving his head closer to me, not getting enough.
My fingers somehow found their way to the top of his shorts, and I started tugging down on them, hoping that he'd get the message and help me pull them off, which he did. Eventually. He pulled away from my chest and ripped my shorts off, panties along with it. Well damn. Those were my favorite pairs too. Both of them.
He took his hand and started moving them upwards to the place where I longed for him to touch. He then took his fingers and started sliding them back and forth across my wet pussy. Adding his thumb to push my little button around in circles, I nearly lost it.
"Jacob, now," I panted.
Gratefully, he obliged and took his length, prodding at my entrance, teasing me again. I groaned in frustration.
"Jacob!"
He chuckled, and then slid himself in me. He threw his head back in ecstasy before moaning my name and continued thrusting into me at a pace that increased as time went by. I raised myself, wanting him to thrust into me deeper.
"Oh fuck Leah, you're so tight," he said as he threw one of my legs over his shoulder. The new position had him hitting me in places I didn't even know existed, and my gosh it felt great.
He kept going faster and faster until I felt a familiar coil at the bottom of my stomach building up.
"Jake, I'm gonna cum," I gasped.
After a couple more thrusts, I came undone and so did Jacob. Tired, he pulled himself out of me and rolled over to my side. Both spent, we looked up at the ceiling and tried to catch our breath.
"Jacob?"
"Hmm?"
"Thank you."
"For what?"
I turned to over to my side and looked at him.
"Thank you for understanding and caring when no one else did."
He turned his body towards mine and met my gaze.
"Thank you for letting me into your life."
For the first time since, well, I don't even remember when, I felt myself give a smile. Not a snarky smile like, 'Hah, I just proved you wrong,' or a smirk, but a genuine smile, something I thought I would never be able to give after everything that's happened to me. Sam leaving me for my cousin, Emily, who everyone thought was better than me in every way. Daddy dying after Seth and I phased for the first time, giving him a heart attack. I don't know, after a while, it just seemed like a habit for me to make everyone else live through the same Hell I had to, but maybe it's time for change. Maybe my first change was this; letting someone into my life.
I'm not sure when it hit me, but I started thinking about it and I realized that I really missed this feeling, the feeling of someone that caring for you.
Maybe, in order to have someone care for you, you have to care for them, but then again, maybe that's the thing. All this time I was so afraid of letting someone hurt me again that it didn't occur to me that I should care about anyone else except for those who I needed to protect, namely myself, Seth and my mother, causing me to be the bitch that everyone thinks I am.
Whatever it is, I think that this thing between me and Jacob might actually help fix me.
We fell asleep that night, facing each other and whispering sweet little things to one another until we both fell asleep.
I didn't want to say it, but I think I may honestly care for this boy.
Hell, I might even love this boy, but let's keep that to ourselves for now, shall we?
In the near distance there was a lurking vampire who just so happened to be out hunting. This one vampire was very familiar with all the hidden emotions that the pack mates hid from one another.
"Don't worry Leah, I won't whisper a word," he said to no one in particular.
"Edward, honey, are you okay?" his wife, Bella, asked him, looking a bit concerned.
"Just talking to myself, Bells," he said with a smile.
She shrugged it off and they both returned home, both satisfied with their hunting trip; Edward satisfied that some secrets have finally revealed themselves.
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