A/N: If you don't like Jacob, then I suggest you don't read this. I'm kind of an Edward-basher. Maybe a little more than kind of. But just a teeny bit. And you can't send me any flames about that, because I gave you warning. This is an imprint story, since I noticed that there weren't very many of them. It takes place during New Moon......but kind of doesn't. I mean, it follows the plot line of New Moon....sort of, but it's been a little longer since Edward left. And most of the stuff that happened in New Moon has happened, except Bella doesn't know about werewolves. If that makes sense; it's Rhiannon logic. (Rhiannon is me, by the way.)

I don't own anything. If I owned this, would I really be saying I don't own it? (More Rhiannon logic.)

"Ha, ha, very funny Jared. But tell me, who exactly is the one who had to leave last night to pick up tampons?" Embry laughed and Paul just looked at me like I'd made Christmas come early. (He's like a five year old that way, can't wait until Christmas. It's June and he's already counting the days.) (I know it's supposed to be Spring, but I'm saying it's June. Which is technically still Spring, if you think about it.) I smirked at the memory of Jared getting a frantic call from Kim last night, and then leaving my house because he had to go pick up :feminine products" for her. And he was trying to call me whipped.

"Yeah, well, at least the girl I love actually likes me. If I can recall, the last time you saw Bella, she was screaming something like, 'get the fuck away from me you low-life bastard'." Okay. Fine. I guess I couldn't really argue with that one. Which was a little depressing; I had absolutely no comeback. I winced at the memory of Bella screaming at me when I refused to tell her what was going on. And why I was staring at her like she was the only thing on Earth. Of course, she thought I was looking at her like she was wearing a clown costume and had snakes crawling all around her. I just didn't correct her.

And believe me, I wanted to correct her. But she was still in love with her vampire, and that had brought a lot of hell on her. What would happen if she was with a werewolf? It wasn't like we couldn't protect her, but she already had a vampire after her. I shuddered at the memory of when we'd killed the bloodsucker in the meadow, telling us that there were others coming to find Bella. I didn't even want to think about that.

"You know, Jake, you're turning into one of those annoyingly tragic high school guys. One of the losers that pines for the popular girl, and she one day finally notices you, but you ignore it because you're trying to 'protect' her reputation." Embry said, using air quotes.

I chose to ignore him.

Of course, when Seth joins in on the fun, it's pretty hard to ignore. (I don't care if Seth isn't a werewolf yet. It's my story, so YES HE IS A WEREWOLF.) "Yeah, pretty soon you'll start cutting yourself and start wearing eyeliner." Paul laughed like it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard. I...... didn't really have anything to say.

Except, "Go fuck yourself, Seth." But it's not like that ever shuts the kid up.

"That'd be more action then what you're getting." He smirked. Don't get me wrong, Seth's a good kid. He's sweet and he respects the people he should, but getting in a verbal knock-down with him is never a good idea.

He always wins.

Which completely confuses me, 'cause he's the last person you'd expect to win, for reasons I already clarified.

"Really Jake, if you're going to get all hardcore depressed over Bella, then we're just gonna take you to a club in Seattle or something. You know what they say, the only way to get over a girl is to get under another one." Paul told me.

"Actually, I think that's generally applied to girls. And they say the best way to get over a guy is to get under another one. And you know, Jake, if that's the way you float, that's fine, just.....don't expect us to ever phase in front of you again." My response to that comment was to take the bowl of chips we had on the table and dump it on Seth's head.

"You want to insinuate I'm gay? Fine. Then I'll dump a bowl of chips on your head. And you have to clean it up."

"Fine. Be that way."

I will. It was silent for a few moments, all of us just looking at each other, and then we all burst out laughing.

When we'd finally calmed down enough to talk, Paul said, "I was serious about going to a club so you can get over Bella. We'll get you drunk as hell and find a very tall redhead for you and give you the keys to the car." He paused for a moment, looking thoughtful. (As thoughtful as Paul can actually be, anyways.) "On second thought, I think we'll save that plan for me. We'll find you someone else."

"Can we even get drunk?" Embry asked, not unreasonably.

I sighed. "I guess we're gonna find out." They all cheered like little kids.

I was just doing this to humor them. I wasn't actually going to do anything. Except maybe the getting drunk part. The getting over Bella part? I wasn't so sure about that.

Because how are you supposed to get over the girl you imprinted on?

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