AN: Right so I know I'm in the middle of writing a SethXOCXPaul story, I haven't forgotten, but I literally HAVE to write this. You see I saw Breaking Dawn last night and after watching it, I felt sad all over again (I constantly felt sad while reading the book). Personally, I hate the fact that Jacob imprinted on Renesmee, it's just so wrong for his character. He should've imprinted on some girl on the reservation or even got together with Leah (felt really sorry for her while I was watching the movie). But I prefer the former. So here I am going to write yet another JacobXOC story, but it's going to be slightly different to my others. Basically because this is what I wished happened in Breaking Dawn.

Disclaimer: The Twilight Saga belongs to Stephenie Meyer. Obviously.

Summary: Lakota is just an ordinary girl, living an ordinary life. She's loved by many and hated by none.
But her life suddenly takes a turn for the worst when Jacob Black is forced into her life. He doesn't want the imprint; he looks upon at as a curse and therefore tries his hardest to hate innocent Lakota.
Will Jacob prove the impossible and detach himself from her, or will he finally let himself love the one he was always meant to be with?

Chapter One: Jacob Black

First Beach was always freezing, whether it was summer or winter, the weather always seemed to be the same. Miserable was a word I thought described it perfectly, although I did love how it appeared. It was such a beautiful part of the earth, so perfect, so pure. The sand smooth and soft against your feet, the sea sparkling during any time of the day and the air filled with oxygen. Reminding you of its beauty and the good luck you had for living so close to it. I loved spending time on there, regardless of the weather.

As the minutes passed and I continued to walk along the shore, shoes in hand, I neared the part of the beach I disliked. Not that it looked any different to the rest of the land, it didn't, it was just as beautiful, but the same group of teenagers always hung out in that exact spot. And these teenagers I did not like; they were loud and rowdy, always up to mischief and treated anyone who wasn't part of their gang like they were beneath them. Not to mention they were hardly ever fully clothed, which everyone found very odd.

The only thing that went in their favor was that they never bothered anyone. I could walk by them in my own little world and none of them would say anything to me, in fact they all lowered their voices whenever I or anyone else passed them by. And I respected that, I thought it was decent of them, despite all the bad things they were supposedly up to.

I never made eye contact with any of them; I kept my distance, just like they kept theirs. But not everyone was like that, well not the female population of La Push anyway. Apparently all the young girls had crushes on at least one of the guys in the 'shady group' and the more I spoke to people, the more it turned out to be true.

Personally, I found them all to be a little intimidating.

"Lakota!" a familiar voice called out to me, stopping me in my tracks.

Turning my head around to the source of the voice, my eyes landed on none other than Seth Clearwater. He was in all of my classes, a very friendly person I must say, and everyone loved him. But for the past year he's been keeping his distance, probably because he joined the notorious group along with his feisty sister, Leah. So for him to remember my name, came to me as a surprise.

I gave him an awkward wave in reply.

"Come here!" he called, waving me over.

With my heart in my stomach and my face ten shades of red, I made my way up to him. He was sitting on piece of driftwood, his sister Leah and two other guys sitting next to him. This was incredibly awkward for me; I hardly knew Seth and I didn't recognize anyone except for Leah.

"Hi," I said, mustering up my best smile.

He stood up when I reached him, smiling back. "Hey, how you doin'?"

"I'm good, thanks."

"I.. uh." He gestured towards the others. "That's Embry, Leah and Jake."

Embry raised his eyebrows at me. "Hello."

Leah muttered something that sounded like my name, looking anywhere but at me.

And Jake never raised his head, staring down at the sand, deep in thought.

"They're not exactly happy campers right now, sorry," Seth apologized, blushing.

I nodded in understanding. "So what's up?"

"Well uh, you know how I missed out on a lot of classes this week?"

"Yeah."

"I was wondering if you could write down a list for me… on all the lessons we took? So I can catch up. I'm really sorry if I'm asking-"

"Shut up Seth, no need to sugar coat it. She'll either do it for you or she won't." Leah snapped, jumping to her feet and storming off.

The rumor was that Leah's boyfriend had dumped her for her cousin Emily. Which was absolutely terrible, such a low thing for both of them to do. And although I felt the utmost sympathy for her, I didn't agree with her attitude towards others. She took her anger and heartbreak out on everyone, which wasn't fair. I suppose it was her way of dealing with it, but it just wasn't acceptable. Leah needed to grow up.

"I'll do it," I told him. "It'll only take me a couple of minutes anyway so it's no problem."

"Thank you, I'll stop by tomorrow and pick it up. Or is tomorrow too soon-"

"It's fine Seth, so…" my gaze flew to the others again, lingering a little too long on Jake. He looked terribly miserable. Poor guy, he had only just reappeared. Everyone had thought he'd been missing. Must've been dealing with some serious problems to run away like that.

"Lakota?"

"Huh?" I mumbled, dragging my gaze away from Jacob and up into Seth's face. "Sorry?"

"Ha-ha, you zoned out there," he said, looking suspiciously over his shoulder. "Jake, you alright man?"

"I'm fine, Seth," he muttered, lifting his head to gaze out at the sea with the most mournful expression on his face.

I quirked my eyebrow up at Seth, but he just shrugged in response, obviously not comfortable with the subject.

"Well I better get going." I glanced down at my watch. "My mom will be back soon. I've Gotta get started on our dinner."

"You think you could save me some?" he asked jokingly, his sweet smile contagious.

Embry scoffed behind him. "She's probably got a boyfriend Seth, lay off."

At that Jake chuckled, but it was only for a second.

"Do you?" Seth asked, a blush creeping into his cheeks. He obviously didn't have a lot of experience with the opposite sex. Well, we both had something in common.

"Seth! Jeez!" another guy said, appearing next to me with a little girl on his shoulders. "I could hear you from all the way over there, thought I'd come save your butt. Embarrassing dude, I'm surprised she hasn't run off yet."

Ignoring him, I gave Seth a reassuring smile. "I'll have it done by tomorrow."

"Great, I'll stop by to pick it up… if that's OK with you?"

"Of course it is, I'll see you tomorrow."

Embry and the other guy started making kissing noises as I turned around and began walking away. I could hear Seth hissing at them in mortification, but I took it lightly. They were just teasing him, that's what friends were for, right?

The next morning I started on Seth's 'catch up' list. It took a little under half an hour to make sure I got down everything and once I was done, I headed on into the kitchen and decided to make brownies. My mom was never home, always working her butt off to provide for the both of us. She had two jobs; taking care of the elderly at a home in Forks from six in the morning to two in the afternoon, and babysitting from three till nine. It was a crazy schedule and I felt absolutely terrible for her. I was always telling her that I'd get a part-time job working a night shift, but she wouldn't hear of it. All she wanted was for me to graduate. That was her top priority.

But it was so lonely for me at home; I'd spend hours by myself, not knowing how to spend my time alone. My friends were always busy lately, so focused on their schoolwork with dreams of graduating someday and getting the hell out of La Push. There was only one friend of mine, Denise, that wasn't so desperate to leave the reservation, but it was obvious why; she was in love. So she spent her days with her lovely boyfriend Craig, doing who knows what.

As for me, I had a nonexistent love life. I've never dated anyone and I was hardly interested in any of the guys around. Not that I found them unattractive, there were plenty of good looking ones. For example, there was this guy in my English class named Brian, he was tall, dark and handsome, and always spoke to me in the kindest manner. Sometimes our eyes would meet during a lesson and we'd exchange a smile. And sometimes he'd say 'hi' to me as we passed each other in the corridor. But that was it; it wasn't going to go anywhere. Not that I minded, I mean if a guy is really interested he would ask you out, right?

So with no friends and no boyfriend and a mother that was never home, I spent my days doing homework, watching TV and baking in our too small kitchen. Sometimes I'd paint, it was a secret talent I had and sometimes I'd go for walks out of mere boredom. But one thing I always did was give our next door neighbor, Joan, a meal. She was a crippled old lady, god love her, with a heart of gold. My mother and I loved her like she was family. Over the years she had been nothing but good to us and now it was our turn to give in return.

As I was placing the tray of freshly baked brownies on the counter, I heard a knock on the door.

Seth.

I rushed into the living room, retrieving the list from where I had set it on the coffee table and headed for the front door. Yes, I looked like a mess dressed in an old summer dress, converse and a granny-ish looking cardigan. But what could I do?

Pulling the door open, I smiled brightly, but my smile quickly faded when I realized that it wasn't Seth standing on my porch.

"Ja-cob?" Seth had referred to him as Jake yesterday, but I wasn't about to call him by his pet name.

At the mention of his name, his head snapped up and our eyes met.

We stared at each other for a longer time than was acceptable and in those seconds, I realized how beautiful Jacob really was. I never noticed him before, but he really was something else. He just had this type of face that you could never get tired of staring at, there was just so much handsomeness going on and his eyes, they were… different.

The sudden sound of a horn honking down the road brought me back to reality and I immediately looked away from Jacob, my face burning with embarrassment.

"You came for- for this," I said shakily, handing him the list and glancing up into his eyes once more.

To my surprise and shock, he snatched it from my hand, his eyes narrowing to slits as he glared down at me. No one had ever looked as vicious as he did in that moment and to make himself appear even more evil looking, he curled his lips over his teeth as though he hated my guts. He didn't even know me!

"You… you…" he swallowed, seemingly lost for words. His face turning ten shades lighter, until the angry look on his face was gone and replaced with a look similar to that of death. That was all I registered before he spun on his heel, fell to his knees and began to throw up. Leaving me standing there, completely bewildered.

Having no idea how to react to this, I did what was expected of me to do, regardless of the look he was giving me only seconds beforehand; I ran into the kitchen, grabbed a clean cloth, soaked it in water and then rushed back outside to Jacob, who was heaving up everything he'd eaten onto the porch. It was unbelievable really, to see a person vomit up so much.

Crouching next to him, I brought my hand up to his forehead with caution, but I didn't even need to press it to his skin. The heat radiating off of it was enough to tell me he was burning up with a fever.

I opened my mouth to speak, but I was afraid to. Jacob didn't like me, which was very clear, and speaking to him… well, let's just say Jacob was a very intimating man and I didn't want to find out how he'd respond if I said a few words to him. So I decided I'd get him a glass of water, at least that didn't require speaking or touching, for that matter.

When I returned to him, he was done vomiting and his whole body was shaking. I tip-toed around him, careful not to startle him and held out the glass of water. He looked up at me, remnants of his vomit trailing down chin, his lips twitching and eyes bloodshot and glazy. This unsettled me, but I never moved from the spot I was standing. I couldn't let him see how much he scared the living daylights out of me.

Jacob reached up to take the glass from my shaky hand, I bent down slightly to make it easier for him to reach and then faster than the eye could see, he smacked it out of my hold.

"Jacob!" I gasped, my mouth hanging open as I heard it smash into a hundred pieces.

He raised himself to his feet, wobbling slightly, unbalanced. "You can't make me do anything!" he hissed, tears flooding his eyes. "You're not going to control my life; you're not going to control me! I belong to myself, you hear me!"

Shrinking under his menacing glare, I took a step backwards, my heartbeat irregular. I shouldn't have helped him, I should've kept my distance; he was insane.

"Helping me out, bringing me… bringing me water! Offering a helping hand! Luring me in, just like all of you do. Well let me tell you now." He was in my face now, smelling of sweat and vomit. "I will never ever fall for it, I won't ever give in, I'm a man, and I am human! Just because… just because I'm different, just because fate had different plans for me, doesn't mean I'm not going to fight for my life. My life! You have no say-"

I couldn't hear him anymore; it seemed I was too afraid to. My heartbeat drumming in my ears, the only sound I could hear. It was one of those moments when you fear for your life and have run out of any chance of escaping. Just like in a thriller, except it's real. Jacob was a psychopath and whoever his parents were did one hell of a job of keeping it a secret. All I heard about him were good things; that he was a giving person with a kind heart. But this proved them to be untrue. He was a vicious lunatic hating on a girl he didn't know one thing about.

God help me.

"Are you even listening to me?" he shouted, his face so close to mine I could smell his bitter breath.

And then I took a chance; I turned away from him and began walking up to my open front door. If he touched me, I could warn him and if he hurt me, well maybe I'd get the chance to phone the police. Depending on how bad my injuries were.

Surprisingly, he never made any move to stop me and I breathed a sigh of relief when my two feet were in door. But there was a part of me, a tiny little part of me, a part of me that I couldn't control, which felt the utmost pity for Jacob. No matter how crazy he was acting, I couldn't hate him or despise him. He had problems, and I just hoped that he wouldn't get himself killed by his attitude. Not everyone was like me; most wouldn't feel anything for him, just disgust.

When I turned to shut the front door, he was standing in the same spot I'd left him, except now he was staring down at his feet, hands balled into fists at his sides. He was angry and frustrated, that much I could tell. I just didn't understand why he was taking it out on me.

"Jacob?"

His brown eyes met mine, a single tear falling from one onto his smooth cheek. The hate and rage on his face gone, replaced with another emotion; one I couldn't put my finger on.

"Go home," I told him softly, before shaking my head in sadness and shutting the door.

Jacob was a lost soul.

Third Person P.O.V

Lakota swallowed the last bite of her chocolate brownie and raised herself to her feet. The remaining crumbs falling from her dress onto the wooden floor. She'd been sitting out all night, lost in her own thoughts and having no one to talk to. Her mother had phoned her earlier, informing her that she wouldn't be home until midnight, which only saddened Lakota even more.

She had been feeling sad ever since the incident with Jacob. There was just something about him that touched her heart, made her want to reach out and help him. She remembered feeling sorry for him on First Beach, the way he was staring down at the sand, shoulders hunched, as though the weight of the world had been placed upon them. He looked so miserable, so broken.

And although he frightened her only hours ago, she couldn't find it in herself to possess any ill feelings toward him.

Jacob watched her from behind a tree, all furry and animalistic; his brown eyes following her figure as she stepped inside her sweet smelling hallway and shut the door. No matter how many times he forced himself to stay away, he couldn't. The alpha had imprinted.

As much as he wanted to hate her, it was proving impossible to do so. The feelings she had ignited in him could compare to no other; powerful and all-consuming. If he stopped thinking about her for just a second, he felt there was something missing and then he'd realize why. It angered him, he didn't want to have a girl chosen for him; he wanted to choose for himself, just like he had chosen Bella.

Isabella, Bella, Bells, she was all he could ever think about up until now. And it was in that moment as he was sitting on his haunches, staring at his imprints front door, that he remembered Bella and Edward honeymooning. He wondered briefly whether she was a vampire yet and if she missed him. But he was no longer worried. The idea of Bella becoming one of the bloodsuckers disgusted him, but not as much as it used to. Not as much as he wanted it to.

Hell, he couldn't even imagine Bella naked anymore. The image just wouldn't pop into his brain. He was beginning to see Bella as more of a sister to him now. Even the love he had for her was no longer the same, it wasn't as intense, it was exactly like the love he held for his family; plain and simple and innocent.

This infuriated him! He wasn't going to let some stupid imprint come between him and Bella.

But before he started a war within himself, he needed to do something.

Trotting across the road and up onto Lakota's porch, he lowered his head to the floor and began lapping up her crumbs; the crumbs from her delicious brownie, the crumbs with her DNA on them. The taste was exquisite, unknown to mankind. He made sure he got every single one of them.

Allowing himself to enjoy his imprint's baking, allowed him to feel terribly guilty for the way he had lashed out on her. And what made him feel even worse was the way she reacted, putting on a brave face for him when he could smell her fear all along.

Jacob forgot about himself for just a while and realized that he was crouched on her porch, human and naked. How he ended up that way, he did not know. But what he did know was that Lakota forgot to lock the front door and so he pushed himself up onto his feet and headed for the door. The fresh feeling of having just imprinted completely taking over him and making him do things that he shouldn't.

He found himself walking up the staircase, down the narrow hall and sniffing out her bedroom. It was the last room on the right and the door was wide open. He could hear her breathing evenly, confirming that she was asleep. So he stepped into the room, his lips parted and eyes glazy with desire. Despite the darkness, he could make out her small body in the double bed. She was laying in the fetal position. Her rosy smell his new favorite smell in the whole wide world.

Pressing his back to the wall opposite her bed, he watched her sleep. It was like torture, he wanted to be in bed with her, he wanted to take her right there and make her his. He wanted to mark her as his own. His mind filled with all these crazy, obsessive ideas and he found it so incredibly hard to remain standing there when all he ever wanted was-

His body began shaking again as he pushed away those thoughts he had of her, the thoughts the imprint made him feel. He was having an inner battle with himself. It wasn't fair! Jacob was the alpha; he was strong and powerful and admirable. He couldn't let this take him, he couldn't. He'd fight it as much as he wanted it. He would prove the impossible to the whole pack. He would break the spell.

Storming out of the bedroom, he rushed down the stairs and back outside, nostrils flaring and body quivering. And with one last thought of Lakota's beautiful face, he ran across the road and exploded into the russet wolf.

I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, he chanted in his head.

Little did he know that a certain someone was watching him through their bedroom window; Joan Carmichaels, the old lady Lakota considered family.

Jacob's secret not much of a secret anymore.