First chapter of my 1st story.

Hey, I did re-edit all the chapters of this story, just because they sounded so blah. So like if you read it before and then you read it again and it sounds off, sorry. The updated versions are so much better, btw.

Hope's you enjoy it!

Jacob Black sits at the overcrowded table in the middle of Sam and Emily's Kitchen. Like most days, Emily, being the sweet person she was, made breakfast for the pack before they ventured out on their patrols, and as usual, they devoured it all.

Paul and Jared bicker over the last French toast stick. Embry finishes off his third stack of Pancakes and moves towards his fourth. Quill and Seth empty the scrambled egg bowl, as Leah stands amidst the doorway nibbling on a muffin.

Sam stands by the stove with Emily in his arms as he watches his brothers throw down.

Now ordinarily, Jacob would be in on the family breakfast feud; fighting for the last French toast and all, but not today or for the past few days. He's been a little indifferent lately, barely speaking or joining in on Pack bonding time.

Sam eyes his Beta from across the room. He wonders what's bothering him.

Emily feels him tense slightly, and looks up to his face.

"What's wrong? She asks quietly.

Sam sighs gently. "Jake seem off to you?"

Emily's eyes follow her soul mates. Jake eats his food silently, glancing up every once and awhile to watch his brothers, but his eyes stay downcast.

She blinks. "Yeah…" She looks back up at Sam. "Talk to him, see what's up"

Sam nods and plants a kiss on her forehead before taking a step over to the table.

Jacob feels Sam move before he sees him, and when he looks up, Sam is standing by the door.

He nods towards outside ad walks down the porch.

Jacob's P.O.V

I exhale. What does he want now?

I get up fast and put my plate in the sink. Em rubs my shoulder with a small smile.

I smile back as kind as I can, and turn to walk out. Paul eyes me weirdly as I pass. Leah glares.

Sam leans against the outer far rail of the porch. I take a few steps past him and look up.

He stares at me for second. "What's going on?"

I shrug. "Nothing…" I look up at the doorway and see all eyes on me. "I'm just tired" I say.

He studies me a little, and then nods toward the paths leading into the trees. "Well, come on. I'll walk you home" He starts walking. I fall in beside him.

He's quiet as we walk. Our feet crunch the autumn leaves that fell months ago.

"I don't want you running patrols tonight" He says. "Noticed the guys have been slacking off some. I'll take it"

I kick a pebble and watch it fly a few feet into a bush.

"Thanks" I mumble.

A rumble of thunder growls across the sky.

He glances up. "Sounds like rain…"

It's never a surprise here, especially on The Rez.

He inhales. "Listen, if there's something you want to talk-" I cut him off.

I exhale. "There isn't. I'm okay"

He studies me again. I smile just the slightest.

He nods. "Okay"

I half expect him to turn back, but he continues strong in his stride.

We clear out of the trees and cross the street to my house. By the time we get to the door, it's started to drizzle.

I can hear Dad talking on the phone through the paper thin walls.

I walk backwards to the door. Sam just watches me, trying to decipher me out.

"Even though you say you're okay, doesn't mean that you are" He says.

I sigh. "Sam…" I want to tell him, I do. I just… I can't. "I'm good. Don't worry"

He nods. "Well, I'm here, for whatever's bothering you"

I turn. "Will definitely keep that in mind"

"Alright. Well, I'll catch you later"

I turn and watch him walk back through the trees. With an exhale, I go inside.

Dad is in the Kitchen, so that gives me a 3 second interval to dash to my room before he wheels out.

I'm halfway the hall when he rolls out.

"Hey, Jake" He says. "You're back early…?"

His questions blow me.

"Sam gave me the day off" I mutter, walking down the hall.

"Well, okay…is something wrong?" He calls after me.

"No, I'm fine" I go in and shut the door. I slide down against it to the floor.

I lay my head back against the wood and cover my face.

"Shit…" I want to tell Sam I imprinted, I do.

I just…

I can't. It's so wrong. Everything is wrong!

I just…I can't tell him, anyone I imprinted on…

I exhale and cover my face.

Fucking Emmett Cullen…

I'm not even gay! Okay, yeah, I've seen the entire packed ass out, but we all have, and I've never caught feelings for any of them!

"What's wrong with me…?" I groan, rising and kicking off my shoes. I fall on the bed face first and just lay there. Maybe they'll be an earthquake and the ground will just swallow me up.

Worst thing is I haven't even told him yet. I'm planning on it, but every time I get my words straight, everything boils down to shit.

The force of the rain picks up and drums against the roof and my window.

That's the only thing I remember before I loll off the sleep.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Jake!" Dad yells outside the door.

"Yeah, yeah?" I growl. My eyes feel groggy and the room is darker, but the bed has grown softer so that is all that matters.

"Let's go!" He says. " I don't wanna be late!"

"Wha…late for what?"

"I told you Charlie's hosting the game tonight, Steelers verses Green Bay, remember?"

A yawn ripples through me and everything begins to feel comfortable again. "Oh, yeah…"

"C'mon!" He yells again, shattering all hopes of sleep again. Once he starts, he won't stop.

I exhale and push off the bed and snatch my shoes off the floor.

Whatever.

I've decided that driving in the rain at night is not on my list of favorite things to do. Like, at all.

Driving to get to Forks in this is tough as hell. I can barely see the road the water the water's building up. Then Dad's yelling about every single thing!

"Watch that pot hole!"

"Jesus, Jake! Slow down! Are you trying to get us killed?"

"Watch out for that deer!" No, really. What the hell is a deer doing darting out on a well-lit rode in the middle of a freaking downpour?

By the time we pull up at Charlie's, the rain has slowed to a drizzle again and the danger zone has significantly decreased.

I roll Dad up to the steps and onto the porch. I contemplate just leaving him here and coming back, but I will never hear the end of it if I do.

The door swings open and there's Charlie looking crazed and wild as ever. "Billy Bob Black! What took you so long?" And it is definitely the alcohol wafting off of him that's making him so loud.

Dad rolls his eyes and elbows me. "Try having a Grandma as a shofar"

I arch an eyebrow. Quite truthfully we got here in under 10 minutes with his badgering, but I bite my tongue.

Charlie reaches out his hand. "Hi'ya doing, Jacob?"

I shake his hand. "Chief Swan" His grip is stronger than Sam's, damn!

"Hey, Bella's upstairs, if you want to go on up?" He offers.

I shake my head. "Nah, I'm not staying, but tell her hello for me"

He nods and takes a swig of his Heineken.

"Hey, Black, Swan, you're missing the kick off!" A Local shouts from inside. It's a full fledge party inside. They'll be here all night. I can smell the pints of beer and Buffalo wings from here.

"We're coming, we're coming, Jack!" Dad rolls on in without a look back at me. Charlie chuckles and turns back inside. The door shuts.

I turn and inhale the humid air. I jiggle my pocket for the keys. There's no point of driving back home just to come back and get Dad.

I glance around the neighborhood. Everybody's into the game and almost every light at every house is on.

I walk around the side of the house. Nobody can see me phase from out here.

The whole downstairs is lit up and the windows are open, but everybody's attracted to the TV. I look up to Bella's window which is closed, but lit up.

I start to unbutton my pants and then there's that sound of wood against wood as a window goes up. Well, shit.

"Jake?"

I look up to Bella's smiling face. "Hey, Bells" I drop my hands at my sides to not seem as awkward, but I fail.

"Hey yourself" She smirks. "What're you doing out here?"

I shrug and glance around. "Uh…phasing, mostly. I gotta uhm get going. Sam needs to run some patrols tonight" I lie. I'm not avoiding her, it's just…I don't know.

"Well, could you come up for a minute? Felt like I have seen you in forever" She swipes a strand of hair out her face.

"Uhm…actually, I gotta…" I point my thumbs behind me to the trees.

She huffs and starts to speak, but stops. "Hold on" She says and turns inside. "Really?" She asks whoever. "Stop"

I glance around and sigh. There's that disgustingly beautiful black Volvo parked sweetly a few cars from mine.

Of course. Edward.

I take a step backward to the tree line.

"Wait!" She stops me dead in my tracks. I feel like that deer on the road. "Your seriously not gonna come in?"

I shrug. "I mean, it looks like you have company, and I'm really not a fan of crowded rooms, so"

Her smile drops. "Jake" She whines and God, do I hate that whine.

I exhale and rub the sweat from my face. "Alright, back up some. Like, waaaay back" I wave her back.

She giggles and disappears from the window sill. I run up against the wall, hop along the tree and swing into the window.

And there's she is in a white shirt and jeans with the biggest annoyed smile ever. "Showoff" She laughs, hugging me.

Standing on the other side of her bed is none other than Dracula himself. He glares daggers.

Once she lets me go, I step back and rest against the wall. I cross my arms. "So what's up?"

She shrugs and sits on the bed. "Nothing much, same old, same old" She scoffs. "You?"

I shake my head. "Nothing much" Everything really.

She nods a little.

"Was I interrupting something?" I have to ask.

She rolls her eyes. "Stop it" She looks at Edward. "Between the both of you, I swear to God…"

There's muffled feet moving up the stairs and down the hall. Edward glides to the computer desk and takes the seat. Bella hides her smirk with a glance my way.

Charlie burst through the door. His eyes automatically lock on Edward. I bite back a grin.

"Anybody hungry?" He goes. "Burgers, hotdogs and chicken downstairs?"

All the aroma's from downstairs creep in like a gas chamber.

Bella exhales. "Dad, like, we've been through this" She gestures at the door with glaring eyes.

He throws his hands up. "I know, I know. Supposed to knock before I enter"

She rolls her eyes again. "Right. I'll be down in a minute" There's a 'please get the fuck out' underlying in her tone.

He sighs and glances at me. Bella sigs. "Alright, I'm going" He mumbles, taking a swig from fresh bottle before he disappears down the hall.

She turns to me. "Hungry? There's other stuff down there"

My stomach growls. "Starved" Crazy how I've barely eaten at all today.

She nods before rising and grazing Edward's arm with her hand before she slips through the door.

Super. Fucking super.

"I'm sure this time will go by quicker without the theatrics" He says.

I exhale. "I told you before and I won't tell you again. Stay out of my head before I rip yours off, simple"

He chuckles darkly. "In your wildest dreams" He stands and examines one of Bella's pictures on the wall, one he's had to see a hundred times already.

"It's new, actually" He says without looking at me.

I grit my teeth to keep from hopping over the bed.

He turns and stares at me coldly. His eyes are locked on me and he's looking like he's seeing right through me. "What the fuck are you looking at?" It's fucking uncomfortable and irritating.

He blinks and shrugs too coolly. "Nothing" He glances down at his leg and back at me. He leans against the wall.

I turn away from him but I can still feel his fucking smoldering eyes burning holes in my face. He has the same smoldering golden irises as Emmett. Hm.

I exhale.

I freeze. Wait…shit! I look and he has the perfect poker face, clear of whatever he's thinking. Or what I'm thinking.

"You know, don't you…"

He runs a hand through his hair. "Jacob, listen…"

"What the fuck!" Shit, shit, shit! "Why can't you just stay out of my fucking head!?" No, no, no. He can't know. "You can't know!" My heart is thundering, I can't do this!

He doesn't say anything, only watches.

I close my eyes and scrub at my face. I exhale a long breath.

"Listen, I'm sorry. Your right, I shouldn't know and I shouldn't be in your head at all-"

"That's bullshit!" I shout.

He blinks slowly and crosses his arms. "I doubt you want the entire house to hear this, so keep your voice down"

I turn away from him. I clench my jaw shut. What the fuck!

"When I read minds, I'm able to hear and see whatever's lingering in someone's head…" He pauses. "I only know what I've seen"

I close my eyes. Thanks, Jacob Black, you fuck up. Might as well tell the entire world, now, huh? Shit. I exhale and swallow my heart that feels like it's in my throat. "Does he know?" I have to know.

He sighs. "No"

I chew on my lip. "Will you tell him?"

He doesn't answer so I look at him. His face is smoother than before, calm. Fucking understanding, even. "No, I won't" He shrugs smoothly. "That isn't my place" The embers of his eyes seem to burn right through my soul.

He fucking knows.

"Will you tell him?" He asks.

I roll my eyes on instinct, but…will I? It's a question that's been bugging me since…since it happened. I shake my head.

"Jacob…"

"Shit, I don't know!" I growl. I sit in the window sill.

He doesn't react. He simply sighs and unfolds his arms. "I won't force you to decide. That's entirely up to you" He says, his voice low.

I bite my lip. "Gee, thanks"

"And honestly, we may be enemies and I know you have your family and friends and Bella, but whatever you decide, I'm with you"

I look at him. "With me?"

He nods. "As support, Bella and I both will"

I blink and chew on my tongue. He's a fucking leach and this is definitely not how I anticipated Sunday night to go, but… I sigh. It's better to have someone than no one. "Thanks" I say reluctantly.

He catches my drift. "You're welcome"

I'm still onto him. "Just because you know, doesn't mean we're friends" I glare. "We're not bestie's"

He sees right through my façade and smiles dully. "Whatever you say" He slides away from the door. "Bella's coming"

I exhale and drag my hands down my face.

Edward knows, fucking fantastic! Not only does he know, but he also wants to be my best friend and hold my hand from now until I tell his freaking brother that I imprinted on him.

Great. Just fucking great.

He doesn't look my way, but he smirks at me.

"Dude, I will still rip your fucking head off"

He rolls his eyes, but smirks again as Bella walks in with a heaping plate of food.

Yeah, this is definitely not how I anticipated my night to go.

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- Wallabyway.