Okay I'm aware of the fact it took me ages to update but this chapter really was a pain to write! I had like practically everything worked accept this chapter and I just couldn't get it right! I mean it took me ages to cook this up and I'm still not completely satisfied =)

But to make it up to you it's a nice and long chapter and the update will follow quite shortly now that I've gotten over this new awkward friendship phase! So enjoy!

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Chapter three: Terrible Persuasion

'Jake, I'm sure she's fine, it's not like we've heard screams or something.' - Quil Ateara

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Blair Waldorf hazily watched Emily move around the kitchen like a human tornado, like she had been doing for the past hour. Emily had decided it would be fun to pick her up at 10 o'clock and Blair, too apathetic to protest, had indulged her; her depression had returned with a vengeance last night after spotting the red tights Chuck had fawned over on numerous occasions at the back of her closet.

She rested her chin on her hands, a soft sigh escaping her red stained lips; at this point it really had become impossible to determine just how many limbs Emily had, she seemed to be everywhere; stirring, lifting, tasting, chopping…

It was fascinating really-, if you were into Martha Stewart sort of things.

'So Blair, what's his name?' Emily said as she shoved something in the oven.

Well that snapped her out of her tiredness induced reverie: 'Excuse me?'

'The boy that drove you to the wilderness that is La Push,' Emily said, a knowing smile playing at her lips.

'What makes you think there's a boy?'

'Girls like you don't just get dragged to places like this.'

Blair smirked; observant.

'So, who is he?'

'Chuck Bass,' she said softly, the name burning her tongue like an expletive as a familiar feeling of hurt caused her stomach to churn painfully.

'What did he do?' Emily asked sounding casual but her rigid posture easily gave away her evident curiosity as she sat down across from Blair to chop some vegetables.

'What didn't he do?'

Emily made a face. 'That bad huh?'

'Trust me, you don't want to know, it's confusing,' and incredibly scandalous, but she let out that part not wanting to damage her reputation before she even had one.

'I'm a smart girl,' Emily retorted nonchalantly though she nearly sliced her finger instead of the carrot she'd been aiming for.

Blair let's out a dramatic sigh but explained nonetheless as she chose her words carefully unwilling to reveal the more personally damaging specifics of her tryst with Chuck; after all she was only willing to share her dramatics, not commit social suicide…

'We sort of started something after I broke up with my lifelong boyfriend, I guess you could say he suddenly saw a different side of me and then he swept me of my feet with this fantastic romantic gesture before going all psycho boyfriend on me and ruining my cotillion because he couldn't keep his ego in check for one night-,' she took a moment to compose herself since the mere mention of Chuck Bass always seemed to bring out the absolute worst in her and she wasn't quite ready to reveal the absolute worst of her just yet. 'After that, situation, I got back together with my ex-boyfriend which of course sent him reeling because apparently the great Basstered doesn't get dumped, so he just had to ruin my reputation and destroy my relationship. But then suddenly he's a reformed man and gives this romantic speech on how you don't give up in the face of true love and of course I fall for it like some soap opera watching bonbon eating housewife and then when he's about to whisk me away to Paris he abandons me at the airport in favour of a fling with an interior decorator of all people. An interior decorator! Can you get any tackier?' she huffed, her tiny hands balling into angry fists as all sorts of clever though useless little revenge schemes skipped through her mind.

Emily all the while just stared at her; a confused look plastered on her features.

'Do you want me to break it down for you?' Blair offered helpfully snapping Emily out of her confused daze.

'No! I understand it's just-, is your life really like that?'

'Like what?'

'You know-, all that passion, scheming, affaires and cotillions?'

'Pretty much.'

Emily grinned. 'Oh you'll fit in perfectly.'

'Excuse me?' Blair asked her confusion evident; La Push didn't exactly seem like a very exiting let alone scandalous place.

Emily bit her lip mulling over her words. 'Let's just say the course of true love really doesn't run smoothly in La Push.'

'Oh?' Blair said raising her perfectly shaped eyebrows; now this could be interesting…

'Yeah well-, my Sam used to be my cousin's Sam,' Emily said sheepishly a deep blush staining her cheeks, 'and well Jacob-, let's just say Jacob was involved in the most twisted and complicated love triangle in probably the history of mankind.'

Blair could barely keep herself from gawking; sweet naïve little Emily was a man stealer? God she really was the native Serena…

'Yeah, we're pretty high on scandals here-,' Emily said awkwardly.

'Don't worry, I've heard worse,' Blair said so sweetly that it verged on condescending though if Emily had picked up on it, she kindly ignored it.

'Emily,' a deep voice boomed from the door causing both girls to jump in surprise.

'Jake!' Emily screeched pointing her kitchen knife at him. 'How many times do I have to tell you? Don't sneak up on me like that!'

He just shrugged before throwing Blair a not so discreet look that expressed -, annoyance? What was that all about? She hadn't even done anything to him…yet.

'Gonna stab us with that Em?' Quil grinned popping up behind his moody friend as he threw the offending utensil an amused glare.

'Don't tempt me.'

'Emily a word,' Jacob said throwing Quil a meaningful look.

'C'mon Blair,' Quil said helping Blair up from her chair. 'Let's watch some TV or something,' he added putting a firm hand on her lower back as he gently yet forcefully manoeuvred her out of the kitchen.

Jacob caught her rolling her eyes at their failed attempt at subtlety; obviously aware of the fact she was the subject of their little shenanigan. He wouldn't have expected anything else from her.

'Emily-,' he started when he was confident Blair was out of earshot, 'what is she doing here? I thought I asked you not to bring her over?'

'I never agreed to that!' Emily said glowing in a way that could only be described as motherly. 'Oh Jake, why can't you just accept she's the one? She's perfect for you!'

Jacob sighed plopping down on a chair, feeling it wobble under his weight; it was hard, to the point of nearly impossible, for him to disappoint Emily. Especially, when she looked at him like a proud momma. 'I'm not sure Em.'

'Jake,' she cooed softly, placing a light hand on his shoulder, 'I understand you're confused; especially after what you went through with her but Blair's the real deal.'

Her being Bella, Emily had made it a point not to mention Bella's name around Jacob as if it the mere mention of her name would cause him more pain.

'You look tired,' Emily said her brow furrowed in worry.

'It was a long night,' he stated though that probably was the understatement of the century; it hadn't been just a long night, it had been a very long frustration filled night. But not his worst night, no his top five of worst nights were still absolutely dominated by one Bella Swan. But last night-, last night really was a shoe in for the sixth spot; the irritation, the confusion, the conflicting feelings and of course Rachel.

Paul just had to go blabbing to Rachel because apparently that's what imprints do; they rat out their pack member to said pack member's psychotic sister who subsequently spent the entire evening grilling him about everything Blair Waldorf.

The fact he still wasn't sure he had actually imprinted on the girl and that he had barely spent three hours in Blair's presence didn't seem to faze her at all. She did however freak out when he hadn't been able to accurately describe the precise nuances of Blair's skin tone.

Yeah that's Rachel for you, she's about as logical as a three-headed fish.

But the worst part, what really took the cake; his dad hadn't even listened to the whole I'm-not-sure-she-really-is-my-imprint-argument and had actually egged Rachel on for once, curious to hear more about who he now affectionately referred to as that "Blair girl".

'It gets better once the shock wears out,' Emily said smiling kindly as she sat down opposite from him. 'The pull is strong Jake, you can't ignore it forever and when you finally give in-,' she offered him a secretive smile, 'you'll be happier than you've ever been.'

'Emily, how many times do I have to tell you: I'm not sure?' he retorted, rubbing his tired brow in frustration; how could you not be sure about imprinting? The other guys hadn't doubted their imprint for a sec, but on the other hand the other guys hadn't had a complicated sort-of-relationship with a girl who had ultimately ditched them in favour of a sparkly vampire now had they? And you could take his word for it, that experience along with the feelings he still harboured for Bella were enough to make any guy doubt his imprinting status. And the fact Bair, who was gorgeous enough to grab any guys' attention on her own accord bore a passing resemblance to Bella didn't exactly the simplify matter.

Emily rolled her eyes. 'You're just terrible at moving on Jake. You don't owe Bella anything you know?'

Jacob was about to vehemently defend his first love for probably the umpteenth time when a low voice cut in.

'She's right Jake,' Quil said appearing in the doorway; he'd obviously been eavesdropping. 'Bella never thought twice about ditching you for the leech.'

'Language,' Emily said pointedly.

'Fine; she ditched him for a blood-sucking corps. That better?'

But before Emily could formulate a disapproving remark, Jacob's attention was caught by a familiar scent: Paul. After yesterday's stress, Jacob's senses were way off; he hadn't even heard the undoubtedly loudest pack member come in…

'Quil, is Paul here?'

'In the living room,' Quil said nodding towards the door, 'with Blair,' that last part came out a bit hesitantly as if he suddenly realised that maybe that wasn't such a great idea…

Jacob stared at him in sheer disbelief: 'You left her, alone, with Paul?'

Quil shrugged: 'They're cool; Paul actually seems to like her.'

Jacob just kept on staring; was he the only sane pack member left or something? It was simple math one mouthy little New Yorker plus one Paul equals one very dangerous situation!

'Don't worry Jake,' Emily said soothingly, 'Paul's harmless, imprinting on your sister really-,'

'If by harmless you mean extremely volatile I might just agree with you,' Jacob sneered raking a hand through his short hair: this whole imprinting thing was going to be the death of him…and he had survived Bella Swan for crying out loud!

'Jake, I'm sure she's fine,' Quil said dismissively, 'it's not like we've heard screams or something.'

Jacob froze: Screams?

Emily rolled her eyes in exasperation: 'Good going Quil.'

Jacob felt his hands twitching ever so slightly and before he knew it he had stormed into the living room only to find Blair and Paul, standing nose to nose - well nose to chest actually - staring each other down in a way that could be described as positively feral.

Paul's threatening pose was enough to send Jacob's adrenaline reeling; his limbs were shaking and he was barely able to teeter on the edge of self-control. He shook his head trying to regain full control of his body; he could not phase and attack Paul in front of Blair, it was too dangerous.

'I swear if you don't keep that smart little mouth of yours shut, I'll-,' Paul sneered, his fists shaking threateningly much to Jacob's distress: Paul could not lose it in front of Blair…

'You'll what?' Blair said a sarcastic little smirk playing at her plush lips. 'Have a stroke?' she added sweetly throwing a mocking look at his shaking form.

'Paul,' Jacob warned but both parties ignored him, preferring to continue there little staring match for a few more tense seconds; Jacob was just about ready to storm in-between them to keep the little brunette from serious harm when Paul's enormous frame relaxed and let out a barking laugh.

'You've got some balls for a chick your size,' he chuckled causing Blair's expression to clear up immediately.

'I suppose that doubles as a complement in Hicksville?' she smirked playfully patting him on the arm.

Jacob let out a loud sigh: oh this was just great, he had imprinted on a girl who enjoyed having pissing contests with unstable werewolves.

'Well there you are,' Blair said as if noting his presence for the first time, 'I've been waiting for you to show up.'

'You have?' Jacob said visibly confused; Blair had yet to show a single sign of liking him let alone wanting to spend time with him.

'You did pick up my car, didn't you?'

'Ah, your car,' well that explained her eagerness. 'Yeah I picked it up; it wasn't too bad. You just busted up the coachwork and you'll probably need a new carburettor. I'll pick one up for you later.'

He couldn't help but note Paul's shit eating grin: boy was going to pay, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow but someday…

'Whatever you say, just send me the bill,' Blair said with a dismissive wave of the hand obviously unfazed by the prospect of spending money.

'See, I told you he hadn't ripped him apart yet,' Quil's booming voice interrupted as he sauntered into the room, a visibly worried Emily on his heel. 'It's all good.'

Blair frowned: 'Excuse me?'

Quil grinned mischievously; Jacob knew that face that face meant he was up to no good. 'Emily was worried our little Jakey-poo was going to beat up Paul after he had a little visit from the green-eyed monster.'

Jacob scowled: he was going to destroy Quil and feed him to the squirrels.

But thankfully Blair just rolled her eyes in a flippant sort of way.

'Blair's staying for lunch,' Emily blabbed actively changing the subject back to something more neutral.

'So?' Paul asked throwing himself on the couch that let out a loud sigh at his sudden weight.

'So you three behave before you scare her off,' Emily said giving him a telling look.

'Oh Emily please, they couldn't scare me off if they tried.'

'Wanna bet,' Quil said so quietly only his pack members could hear.

Jacob threw him a warning-alpha-look; there would be no fighting, phasing or general weirdness in front of Blair Waldorf.

'No sense of humour,' Quil muttered crossing his arms in front of his chest.

'Why do I always have the feeling I'm missing something?' Blair said noting Jacob's distinct annoyance.

'You'll figure it out soon enough,' Emily stated throwing her a secretive little grin.

'Emily-,' Jacob started warningly before Blair cut him off with a hushing movement of her dainty little hand.

'Hush Jacob,' she stated sweetly, though he was sure he could see a hint of a certain fanaticism in her eyes. 'I believe Emily was just about to tell me something,' she added throwing Emily an expecting look.

He cursed softly under his breath: Emily had thrown Blair a bone and he had a feeling she was going to hang on to said metaphorical bone like a Pit-bull…because that's what she was: Pitt-bull in an adorable little Chihuahua coat…but a Pitt-Bull nonetheless.

'Emily was just joking,' he attempted lamely only for her to throw him an annoyed look consisting of a raised eyebrow and lips pursed in scepticism.

'Don't you have a shed to build or something?' she retorted dryly referring back to yesterday's lame excuse in a way that made Paul burst out into laughter as Jacob stared at her simply at loss for words: how was he going to talk himself out of that one without sounding like an even bigger idiot?

'We've postponed our shed building activities for now,' Quil offered in a serious tone of voice though his jaw was twitching with barely held back laughter.

'And why exactly have you postponed your shed building activities?' Blair questioned throwing Quil a look that reminded Jacob of a well trained federal agent.

'The weather?' Quil offered lamely squirming under the brunette's steely gaze as Paul continued to loudly voice his amusement; so much for being rough and tough werewolves…

Blair threw a meaningful look out the window and at the cloudless bright blue sky and radiant sun before pinning him with yet another meaningful look: 'You really don't know how to lie, do you?'

'We're normally pretty good actually,' Quil said rubbing the back of his head in a rather sheepish manner; Paul was laughing hysterically by now. 'You're just really intimidating…'

Blair threw him a sugary sweet smile but before she could voice an undoubtedly clever retort a loud beeping sound diverted her attention to Paul and his beeping noise.

'Sorry,' Paul mumbled half-heartedly as he pulled his cell phone from his shorts.

Jacob could barely suppress a sigh of relief.

'Oh,' Paul said an amused grin gracing his face.

Jacob knew that grin. That grin meant no good; 'Oh?' he repeated eyeing Paul distrustfully.

'Rachel is coming over,' he replied shit-eating grin firmly in place.

'Oh fuck no,' Jacob cursed rubbing a hand over his tired features and earning himself a stern glare from Emily. 'Paul, stop her!'

'Can't,' he replied obviously amused by the current situation, 'she's right outside. She wants to-,' he threw Blair a meaningful look, 'well you know what she wants.'

'This is going to be epic,' Quil stated grinning ear to ear as he plopped down next to Paul.

Blair frowned 'Who's Rachel? Some sort of axe murderer?' she questioned noting Jacob's look of sheer horror: he did NOT want his crazy sister freaking Blair out with her general craziness.

'Worse she's my older sister,' he mumbled before throwing Paul a glare, 'and she's dating that.'

'Normally I'd take offence,' Paul retorted pointedly that's when the backdoor slammed shut.

'Hello?' his sister's voice called loudly and Jacob was about ready to slam his head through the wall.

'We're in here!' Emily called throwing Jacob an apologetic look.

Jacob visibly cringed as he heard Rachel stomped through the kitchen with the grace of a hyperkinetic elephant, Blair just threw him an odd look.

'Hey!' Rachel squealed actually jumping into the living room with a smile so wide it looked like it was screwed onto her face. 'You must be Blair!' she said making a beeline towards the tiny brunette who was dwarfed by Rachel's 5 foot 11 frame.

'And you're Rachel,' Blair said pleasantly before throwing the Jacob a questioning look. 'Someone's obviously been talking about me?'

'Who Jake? Of course he's been talking about you,' Rachel ranted on happily, pulling an unsuspecting Blair in a tight hug. 'It's so good to finally meet you!'

Jacob shot his sister's back a nasty look as he contemplated whether driving a stake through his eye would erase this embarrassing memory…or would just make a big bloody mess.

'I only met him yesterday,' Blair stated worming herself out of Rachel's vice tight grip undoubtedly wondering why Rachel wasn't in a straightjacket.

Of course the fact he himself barely knew Blair and had yet to resign himself to the fact she was his imprint didn't stop Rachel from acting batshit crazy, couldn't she just pretend to be normal for like five minutes before she scared her off?

'Jake, you didn't tell me she was this gorgeous!' Rachel squealed looking positively ecstatic staring at Blair with goo-goo-eyes.

If he hadn't heard Rachel and Paul do certain stuff on more occasions than he liked to remember (the thought alone made him want to vomit), he would've thought she wanted Blair all to herself.

'Rachel, you're scaring her,' Quil said noting Blair's look of discomfort.

'I'm scaring her?' Rachel repeated indignantly. 'You were the one who sniffed her!'

Quil turned beet red: 'Honest mistake,' he said through gritted teeth but Rachel ignored him entirely returning her full attention to Blair.

'So, Blair, has Jacob asked you out yet?' Rachel questioned not even trying to sound casual.

Jacob closed his eyes in great pain: was this what having an aneurysm felt like? Or maybe he was having a stroke? He wasn't really sure…he was sure however his sister was trying to kill him by embarrassing him to death.

'He hasn't,' Blair said looking Rachel up and down as if she was trying to figure out exactly what was wrong with her…

'Jacob!' Rachel stated throwing him a disapproving look as Quil buried his face in his hands in an attempt to mask the sound of his chuckles…and failing miserably.

If someone didn't grab him now he'd forget his principles and throttle her…

'Rach, baby, why don't you come over here?' Paul called probably having picked up on the murderous look on Jacob's face.

'But-,'

'He's seventeen, I'm sure he can ask a girl out without his sister's help.'

'But-,'

'Rachel,' Paul said throwing her a meaningful look.

Rachel pouted but did as told stalking over to Paul and settling down beside him.

Couldn't he have done that like five minutes ago before she had opened her big fat mouth and embarrassed the shit out of him? He needed to get Blair away from these maniacs as soon as he possibly could if he wanted a chance at salvaging the situation…

'Let's go for a walk,' Jacob mumbled grabbing Blair's arm as carefully as he possible could, conscience of his own superhuman strength.

'Good idea,' Blair muttered back happy to get as far away as possible from Rachel who seemed to be a bizarre hybrid between Serena and the Mad Hatter.

'I'm so sorry,' Jacob stated as soon as he had waltzed her out of the house. 'Rachel's crazy and when I say crazy I mean batshit crazy.'

Blair just smiled tightly not really knowing what else to say; the encounter with Rachel had left her speechless, absolutely speechless and Blair Waldorf always had something to say!

'If you never want to run away screaming I completely understand by the way,' Jacob added lamely.

And then something neither of them had expected happened: she laughed…she laughed hard, loudly and in a very unladylike fashion; gasping, snorting, clutching her sides…

She probably looked absolutely ridiculous but she honestly couldn't stop herself; the ridiculousness of it all was just too much to handle with a straight face…And apparently her laugh was infectious because soon enough her loud giggles were joined by Jacob's deep chuckle.

'Oh god I haven't laughed like this in years,' Blair managed to croak out in between giggles wiping the tears from her eyes and thanking god for Chanel's trusty waterproof mascara.

'Good to know Rachel's good for something.'

'And the look on your face when she-,' Blair gasped before falling into a fresh fit of giggles, having to lean on Jacob for support.

'Hey you'd look horrified too if your big sister tried to hook you up!' Jacob chuckled wrapping an arm around her as her tiny frame started to wobble under the sheer force of her laughter.

'Oh my god, don't remind me!' she giggled as her laughs slowly started to regain her composure, 'she's not very subtle, is she?'

Jacob just grinned; Blair guessed his previous embarrassment had started to creep back up on him again. He was just a teenage boy after all and teenage boys generally didn't handle embarrassment well…

She didn't mind though, this little situation. She thought it was kind off cute, well actually she thought it –it being his sister trying to hook him up- was just plain weird and a bit sad…

But he was cute and she was stuck in the middle of nowhere with no other means to entertain herself…So why not make the best of a bad situation and heaven forbid actually enjoy herself?

T.B.C

So that was chapter three; yet again sorry for the long wait, hope it was worth your while!

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