A/N: wow if your reading this you must have liked the first chapter! makes me happy! this does start right of from the last chapter so yeah keep reading! (and review)

I forgot to put this in the last chapter... I DON'T Own twilight or any of her wonderful characters.

A sudden crash and a muffled groan made up my mind. I cautiously looked out of the stores door and saw a man standing over a girl whose face was turned away form her attacker. The man had a gun pointed at the girl and on my instincts took over. I sprinted at the man and crashed into him. The force knocked him into the wall. He slumped down to the floor in a heap, clearly unconscious. I kicked his gun down the hallway from him and turned to the girl.

"Hey!" I called. "Are you okay?"

She looked at me dazed. "Perfect timing," she muttered.

I walked over to her and helped her up. There was nothing I could do but stare. I knew the gist of what imprinting was and knew how it felt from how Sam felt about Emily, but this was a million times better than that. It was like breathing for the first time after being underwater for too long. It was like seeing the light after being in the dark for a while. It was the strangest feeling I had ever felt as well as the best. I knew I loved Bella but suddenly this girl was the only girl in the world.

"Um… are you okay," She asked carefully.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Confused was a way better word but I didn't exactly want to scare her. She was average height with wavy brown hair. Her eyes were a deep brown and surrounded by black lashes. Her skin was light but not pale.

"Not to be rude or ungrateful or anything but what are you doing here? The mall doesn't open until 9:00," she asked uncomfortably.

"Oh… Ah, I Um," It was hard to think when she was staring at me. God she was beautiful.

The robber suddenly moaned, offering me and easy escape to the question. "Shouldn't we call the police for that guy?"

"Right," she said. "Come on." She led the way into the clothing store I had just provided me with the clothes. She picked up a phone and dialed. I heard the phone ring four times before it was answered. I walked around the store, out of view to carefully ripped the tags of the clothes and stuff them in my pocket. I was suddenly self conscious and surreptitiously positioned myself in front of the closest mirror. I checked my hair, running my fingers through it twice, before I realized she was looking at me through the mirror. I dropped my hand and turned around swiftly.

"I never really thanked you, ya know." She had a puzzling look on her face that made her forehead wrinkle like she was concentrating really hard on something. "I'm Meghan by the way." She added as an after thought.

I smiled Bella's favorite smile. "I'm Jacob and your welcome." I replied. "Anytime you're being held up at gunpoint, I'll be there." It was proving to be an awkward conversation but she smiled anyway.

"So what exactly were you doing here?"

Great. I thought we had gotten past that question, I mean, what was I supposed to say? I really needed clothes because I'm a werewolf and when I change back into a person I'm naked? What a great conversation starter. I settled on, "I just heard you two from outside."

"Wow. You must have good hearing. I didn't think it was that loud." She was clearly not buying it.

I didn't know how to respond to that so I just looked at my feet.

Suddenly a man burst into the room. He looked wide eyed at me, almost glaring and then turned to Meghan.

"Meg," he sighed. "What the hell happened? I'm on my way to the airport and I get a call from the sheriff that there was a robbery here." He said as he pulled her into a tight embrace. His gray hair and wrinkled face told me he was probably not her boyfriend.

"Dad." She said confirming my conclusion. "I thought that your flight had left already?"

I felt the conversation was a private Father-Daughter bonding after a near tragic experience thing so I walked out of the store to watch the cops drag the almost thief away. He struggled so they put handcuffs on him, making the show more interesting.

"Excuse me son," a police officer said tapping my shoulder. "We need your account of what happened here."

I told him the story, editing out my crime. He then told me that I had done a great deed today and should be proud of myself. Great.

Meghan and her Dad came out. Her Dad said, "Jacob, I want to thank you for saving my baby girl." I nodded as he turned back to his daughter. "And you be more careful." She rolled her eyes and hugged him.

"Dad you'll miss your flight, and if it makes you feel better, I'll hire a bodyguard."

I wanted to yell that she didn't need to hire one; I'd do it for free! But I contained myself.

Her dad hugged her again shook hands with me and left, leaving us alone again. Bring on the awkward conversations.

She sighed, looking at the clothing racks that had been knocked down. I offered to help so that I could show her I was capable to have a normal conversation.

"So," she started. "How long are you in town?" She had started picking up some sweaters that had been thrown all over the short hallway. I bent down and picked one up as I thought of an answer.

Thinking was harder than it should have been. She smelled really good, like summertime or something. "I don't know. I sort of ran away with no plan."

"Ran a way, huh, family trouble?"

Clever way to pry, I thought. "Not really. I just needed a break… to think about stuff." My answer was kind of vague but true.

"Huh." She paused. "Sounds like girl trouble."

Dead on. I couldn't help laughing. "How'd you guess?"

"Well, I am very smart." She smiled but then furrowed her brow. "I don't know why she didn't stay with you though. You're…uh… handsome and stuff. And you're good at saving the day."

"she just got a better offer." I stared out into space for a minute. She stayed quiet like she knew I was going to continue. "We weren't actually together, just friends." I paused and glanced at her. "It's a long story," I finally sighed.

Meghan smiled, pulled her legs out from under her so she was sitting cross legged. "We've got time," she said with a coy smile on her face. "The mall doesn't open till nine o'clock."

"Well I don't exactly know where to begin…" I started.

"The beginning usually works," she prompted with an innocent look in her round, deep brown eyes.

I thought about just explaining everything to her. Would she freak out? I racked my brain. Probably not, Emily didn't freak out and neither did any of the other girls when they were told. But I barely new this girl and I wasn't sure how she reacted to strange things.

Confusion swept over me as I thought about the one person I had told I was a werewolf. She hadn't freaked out, but then again, she is and was in love with a vampire at the time so what was one more mythical creature added to the party?

My cautious glance at Meghan turned into staring, and I remembered what the stories about imprinting said more clearly; the imprinted person understood everything. We weren't sure how, but it increased the bond between the two people. It helped them bond. As soon as I told her she would understand.

I for a while, I hadn't been thinking of Bella. I did now though. Our last conversation came back to me. She told me to go find someone to imprint with. I had always thought that that would never happen; as long as she was alive- or a vampire probably- I would love her. Confusion swept over me. This was probably just how Sam felt when he imprinted with Emily; Two parts of him clashing. Now Bella knew she loved me but it was still next to unrequited. But what if it hadn't been that way? What if she loved me as much as she loved the bloodsucker? What if I had had a real relationship with her like I'd always dreamed, wished, and fantasized about? What if I had met Meghan somehow during that relationship? I would have broken her heart just like her bloodsucker had when he left.

"Jacob?" Meghan's voice brought me back.

"Right. Long story." I took a deep a deep breath and launched into my story.