Chapter 3

I felt a little awkward talking about Bella's "planned" death. I don't want to say goodbye. How will she tell Charlie, and Renee. I know they love each other but, marriage. She's so young. I don't understand what she sees in him, what she saw in me. I don't deserve her. I walked down stairs. I felt like everyone was staring at me, but I didn't look up. I just walked outside.

What could I do? The werewolves hate me, the vampires want to kill me. Bella is the only one who actually cares about me. I was so confused. "Oh no," I said. "Jakie, what happened to you," Quil said. "We thought the bloodsuckers got you," Embry said. "I wish," I mumbled under my breath. Quil and Embry walked towards me. Quil slapped me on the back. "The pack isn't the same without you," Embry said, as if he actually cared. "If you really cared you would've been here oh I don't know two days ago," I said. I was pissed. I wasn't going to forgive them that easily. "Dude, we had no idea what happened till this morning, when you weren't there," Embry said. "Wasn't where?" I asked. "The pack meeting. Sam said you left the pack for the bloodsuckers. I wanted to find out what was going on," Quil said. "Yah, where's Cullen, I want to kick his ass," Embry said. "Why?" I asked. "For brainwashing you to leave the pack, isn't that like is special power," Embry said. "No, and I wasn't brainwashed, I left," I said, "I wasn't treated fairly and it pissed me off." "You were treated the same as us," Quil said. "Exactly, I'm not the same as you," I said. "Jake that makes no sense," Embry said. "Yah, what aren't you telling us, Jake," Quil continued. "Well what Sam refuses to tell anyone is that I'm Alpha," I said. I really hope I won't regret saying that. "Shut up, Sam is Alpha," Embry said. "I am the new Alpha and Sam won't give up his post," I said. "I wouldn't blame him Jake," Embry said. "Yah, have you ever known Sam to just give up?" Quil said, "now come on Embry's truck is at the end of the driveway." I did reply to him, I just followed him to Embry's truck.

"Embry, off to Jake's house," Quil said, in a stupid action tone. " No," I said, "I want to speak to Sam, face to face." Quil and Embry started oohing. "Shut up, I won't fight him unless I need to," I said. I hope I didn't just walk right into a trap. Embry took off down the road to Emily's house. "He's here," Embry said. Both Embry and Quil followed me into Emily's little house. I think they were hoping to catch a free fight.

"Sam, I need to speak with you now," I said. "Jake, how nice to see you," He said. I was ready to fight. Sam walked over and rested his hand on my shoulder. "Sam, I'm not here for small talk," I said. He walked me outside, without saying a word. "Jake lower your shoulder's I'm not going to fight you," he said. "Why did you tell the pack that Cullen brainwashed me?" I asked. "I was protecting you. Do you know what the pack would've done to you if they knew the real reason you left," I stood there silently. "They would've killed you," he said, "I wouldn't let that happen. Wether you know it or not, I care about you. Yes, I do know that you are Alpha, and you want to be treated that way, but I'm trying to be rational." "You never discussed my taking over the pack with me, it seemed like you already had your mind made up," I said. "Jake, I was only doing what's best for you," he said. "What's best for me? How about what's best for the pack? They need a new leader, if you really cared about them you would let me take over as planned!" I yelled. "Jake!" he shouted, "settle down. I'll let you take over when I believe you're ready." I was done speaking to him for now. I was going to be Alpha whether he liked it or not.

"Hey, Jake are we friends again, or what?" Quil asked. "We're cool, I guess," I said, "Embry?" "Hmm?" "You're an idiot," I smiled. "Nice to have you back Jake," He laughed, "what about Cullen?" "What about him?" I asked. "Can I still kick his ass?" He mentioned. "Why?" I asked. He shrugged his shoulders. "Dude!" I punched his arm. I hopped in the back of Embry's truck, as he sped down the road.

"What do you guys want to do?" Embry asked. "Cliff diving!" Quil and I both shouted. Embry punched the gas and headed to the beach. Quil looked like a idiot. He was leaning over the edge of the truck watching the wheels spin, so I decided to have some fun. I leaned over and pushed his shoulder. "Dude!" he yelled. I laughed. We pulled into the beach. Embry ran around the back of the truck, "come on, let's go," he shouted. We both jumped out of the bed of the truck and raced towards the water, ripping of our shirts, and throwing them into the sand.

The water was cold, but I got used to it. "I'll race you to the cliff," Embry shouted. "Oh, you are so going down," Quil yelled. I swam to the cliff first. "Look who beat both of you," I shouted. We all climbed the edge of the cliff to the top. When we got to the top, Embry ran back away from the edge of the cliff about ten feet. "Woohoo!" he yelled, as he ran toward the edge of the cliff, and fell to the water. Quil jumped next, showing off doing a bunch of backflips. I heard them both splash as they hit the water. Then I jumped. I felt free, like the weight of the world was lifted off my shoulder's. I landed in the water with a splash.

The day was coming to an end. None of us felt like going home just yet. Embry ran off to his truck. "So, Jake how were the bloodsuckers?" Quil asked, as he plopped into the sand. "For the most part they were welcoming. Rosalie, the blonde, was really fun to mess with," I started to laugh. "Oh, you mean the one who's with the huge guy?" He asked. "Yah, that's her," I assured, I sat down too. "Guys!" Embry yelled, "look what I brought," as he waived a box around. "What is it, all I see is a box," I teased. "It's gasoline and a box!" He yelled. "Bon Fire!" Quil yelled. Embry set the box down on the beach and went to find some wood to burn. "Come on Jake!" Quil yelled as he ran toward Embry. I stood up, and chased after them.

We were walking along the edge of the beach, when we found a small tree that had fallen over. "Embry, you get that end," he said as he pointed to a bunch of roots, "Jake you get the end with the leaves, I got the center." The tree wasn't that heavy it was just long. We walked the tree over to where Embry had previously laid the box. "Perfect," Embry said. He and Quil both grabbed a bottle of gasoline, and started spraying it onto the log. "Hey geniuses, where's the matches?" I yelled. Embry frantically searched his wet pocket's for a box of matches. "Uh, yah, I don't know," He said. "Nice," Quil said.

Just then I saw a black figure near the truck. "Hello?" I shouted. "Looking for these?" The figure asked, waiving a small box in the air. I walked towards the truck. "Who are you?" I asked. The figure was to small to be anybody from the pack, and the voice was too deep to be Bella's. The clouds cleared the sky, and let the moon shine down. "Edward?" I asked. "Hey, Jake. I heard you lost to the matches," Edward said. "Thanks," I said, as I took the box of matches from him, "but, aren't you supposed to be with Bella, you know for moral support." He bursted into a roar of laughter. "Jake, Bella's fine. You don't have to feel bad," He said.

"So, one more question," I said. "Okay." "When's the wedding?" I asked. "I'm not sure yet. Alice has the wedding schedule on a lock down. She says it's on a need to know basis," he explained. "And you don't need to know when your own wedding is?" I said. "Would you like to be the one to bug Alice, because she looks small, but trust me when I say, don't get her mad," he said. "Okay, don't bug the physic. I may have already done that," I said. Edward and I both laughed. "Okay, well I'll see you later Jacob. Have fun with the matches, but don't burn the forest down," he said trying not to laugh. "See you." I walked back over to Quil and Embry, who were sitting on the gasoline soaked log.

"You idiots," I said. "What?" Quil asked. I just stared at the log. "Dude, what?" Embry asked again. "Seriously, I have to tell you when you are stupid enough to sit on a gasoline soaked log, when I have a box of matches," I said. "You wouldn't," Embry said. I stroked the match against the side of the box. "You know some say a flame is alive. That it's able to burn throw almost anything," I stared at the match twisting it round in my fingers. "Shit!" Embry yelled, as I threw the match at the log. "Run!" Quil yelled, as they both stood up and headed for the water. I almost fell over I was laughing so hard.

I sat in the sand and watched as the the two idiots washed the gasoline from their clothes. I was still laughing. You would think that two guys, who always play with fire would know not to sit on the log drenched in gas. Eh, they'll learn eventually. "Dude, you almost burned our ass's off," Embry said, as he made his way up the beach. "Embry, you should know, if you're going to play with matches you're going to get burned," Quil said. Somehow what Quil said, worried me. I almost caught his ass on fire and all he can say is if you play with matches you're going to get burned. I mean come on, how obvious can it be that they were going to get me back. "You guys are seriously really bad at being sneaky with revenge," I said. The look the two guys made on their faces scared me slightly. I mean they are two teenage werewolves, think of what they could do. Then again you have to remember these idiots are dumb enough to sit in gasoline, so really how bad could it be?

Embry put his hand behind his back and flashed a look to Quil. Quil just nodded. "For us, this is true, but how about a whole pack of werewolves?" He asked. Embry pulled a two-way radio out from behind his back. "Now!" Embry shouted into the little microphone. Just then eight black figures rose from the forest. "Shit," I said. Quil and Embry ran back to the forest line to join the rest of the figures. "Jacob Black, get ready to eat paint!" Embry yelled. I was a little confused. Paint? I didn't know, but I was about to find out.

The first shot was fired. Blue paint dripped from my arm. Then the hunt began. Paintballs were flying everywhere. I was being hit over and over again, by the multicolored paintballs. I couldn't help but laugh. Quil ran from cover and tossed me a paintball gun. "You didn't honestly believe we'd let you go down without a fight, did you?" He asked. I didn't say anything. I pressed the end of the gun to Quil's shoulder and pulled the trigger. "I'm going to take that as a no," he said while he rubbed his arm. I nodded at him. I couldn't believe it, everyone was here. Even Leah came, and that's saying something. Either they're mad at me and were kind enough to use a paintball gun, or they aren't mad anymore and just want a way to get me back, either way it was fun. And it was just what I needed.

I spun around to face the forest. I was armed and dangerous. They shouldn't have put a gun in my hands. Oh well, they were going to pay. I snuck into the forest where nobody could see anything. I felt bad for Leah. Not because she was playing paintball with a bunch of teenage boys, but because she had just walked into my line of fire. I raised the gun, pointing the barrel at Leah. "Gotcha!" I shouted as pink paint dripped from Leah's shirt. "Jacob!" Leah shouted. She spun around to face me. "You know, you and Rosalie would make great friends. You guys have a lot in common, like hating me," I said. She smirked her mouth a bit then fire three bright green paintballs at my head. The girl has a good aim. "Nice," I said. "Don't underestimate me," she said, then ran deeper into the forest. I already had my next target in my head, Sam. After all the shit he's put me through, he's going to get it bad.

I lurked around the forest looking for Sam. Quil saw me, so I stood up and raised my gun. "Wait," he whispered, "I know who you're looking for. Sam is on the cliff. If you don't shoot me, I'll help you get him." I thought about his offer. "Sorry," I shot him in the chest, "this is personal." I climbed up the cliff looking for Sam, and just as Quil said there he was. He didn't know I was up there, because I had climbed the opposite side that he was facing. Then I fired two pink shots into his back. "What the," he yelled as he turned around to face his shooter. "Hi Sam," I said with a smile on my face. I was very proud of myself. "Jacob, how could I not expect this from you," He laughed. I just smiled. "Nice shot," he said. I could tell he was trying not to piss me off, it was smart. "See you," I said, before running off the edge of the cliff.

The water was cold, and it wasn't your average cold. The water felt like ice, but what could I expect, it like two in the morning. I swam to the beach, where I found Embry laying in the sand with every color imaginable, painted onto him. "Embry," I yelled. Embry lifted his head from the sand. "You know the object of paintball is not to get shot, right?" I asked. "Yah, I know," he laughed. I sat down next to him. "You want to know what really confuses me?" I asked. "Hmm?" He asked. "Who is this better for, you guys, or me?" I asked kinda laughing. "I think it's better for all of us. You, to get back anybody who really pissed you off. Us, to get you back, but it doesn't really seem that way anymore, because I have my own personal rainbow on my chest," he said. I laughed. "Beautiful! I love it," I love being sarcastic. He just chuckled. "What do you say, we get everybody? You, and me team up?" I asked. "Yah, let's," he said, "everybody has different colored paintballs, so give me your paintball holder." I took off the holder and handed it to him. He poured my paintballs into his canister and shook it. "Nice," I said. "Official partnership," he said. he poured half of the paintballs into my canister and handed it to me. "Let's do this!" I shook his hand.

"Shhhh! Get down," I whispered, "do you see that?" He nodded. "That's Paul," he said loudly. "Shhhh! Right, let's get him," I explained. We crawled through the forest, getting closer, and closer to our target. Paul didn't do anything to me, but he's an innocent victim, who just happens to be in my line of fire. Just as I was about to fire, a loud whistle roared through the forest. "All Quileute Pack Members, to the cliff, now!" Sam shouted.

Embry and I stood up. "Damn it, Sam!" I said. "Come on let's go," Embry said. He was trying to hold in a laugh. We both took off to the cliff side, along with eight others. "Sam," I asked, "is something wrong?" He just laughed. "No Jake, it's three in the morning. Time for werewolf bedtime," he laughed. Everybody laughed along. "Alright, time to go home everybody," Sam repeated.

The others phased back, Quil and Embry went to his truck. "Hey Jake, we'll be waiting for you in the truck," Embry said. "Alright, thanks," I said, while I handed him the gun. "Jake," Sam said, "thank you." I was confused. "For what?" I asked. "For understanding. You know eventually you'll get you time," he said. "Yah, I know. I really sounded like an ass, and that wasn't cool," he said. "Hey, I wouldn't sell yourself short. I'd be pissed to if I was in your position," he said. I half-smiled. "Goodnight, Jacob." "Night," I said.

I walked down to the truck, and hopped into the back. "How'd it go?" Quil asked. "Fine, thank you," I chuckled. Embry turned on the engine and drove away. "Who won?" "What? Nobody won. It wasn't a fight," I said. "Oh come on. You expect me to believe you talked to Sam, without trying to kick his ass?" He said. "Yah I do, because that's all that happened," I said. He looked disappointed. "Well see you later," I said as I hopped out of the back of the truck. "Hey, don't forget your gun, dude," he said. "Seriously?" I asked. "Yah, you fight a nice war," he said. "Thanks," I said, "See you later Embry," I said. He waived and pulled away.

I opened the door slowly, I didn't want to wake my dad up. "Jake." I was busted. "Do you know what time it is?" My dad asked. "Yah, Dad I was just with the pack, that's all," I said. "Why are you covered in paint then?" he asked, "Jake, you think I'll believe that Sam you let you guys play paintball on then reservation?" "Yah Dad, Sam played too, you can even call him and ask," I said. "Jake, go to bed," he said. I didn't say anything. I just turned and walked into my room.

How could he not believe me? I wasn't lying. I set my paintball gun in my closet. It was late. I took off all the paint covered clothes off and threw on some clean shorts. My chest was covered in bruises, and my ribs hurt, but it was fun. I wouldn't even be able to tell tomorrow. I flicked off the lights and went to bed. I had a long, painful day, and a rude awakening tomorrow.

To be continued...