Chapter Three

I didn't bother to knock on the door when I got to Emily's. I never did anymore when she invited me; however, when I was coming over unexpectedly, I did. You never know what you might walk in on... Insert barf here.

Surprisingly, inside, the food wasn't even ready yet. So we went to the living room where the rest of the pack was while Emily cooked. I offered to help, but I sucked at cooking.

Jared, Embry, Quil, Sam, Seth, Leah, Brady, Paul and Collin were all jammed together in the tiny living room. I couldn't jelp but laugh, they were all huge and it was a funny sight, them all crammed in there.

"Hey guys, what's up?" I greeted, taking a seat on the floor in front of Embry.

They all muttered "nothing much" or "nothing" but kept their eyes glued to the television. Because obviously Cheaper By The Dozen 2 is so much more important. After all, how many times had they seen this movie?

Jared finally piped up after he pulled Kim onto his lap. "Where were you guys? Em said she wouldn't finish cooking until you guys got here. We're starving!"

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, god forbid you have to wait an extra ten minutes for food. Besides, I had to pick something up at the post office." I rummaged through my bag for the CD. "That reminds me, does anyone want a Justin Bieber CD?"

They all stared at me like I'd just offered them free tickets to go see Barney. Could they really hate this kid that bad? I mean yeah he was Canadian, and sounded like a chipmunk, which kind of sucked... Still, though, as bad as Barney?

When they kept staring at me, I got a little creeped out so I elbowed Quil – who was sitting beside Embry – playfully. "C'mon Quilly, I know you want the CD."

Getting what I meant, he glared. "I thought we were done with the gay jokes?"

I shrugged, smiling innocently up at him. "You thought wrong."

He rolled his eyes. "I'll take it anyway, though. Claire likes him."

"Mhmm, Claire likes him. More like you'll be sitting in your room jacking off to it," I teased. Everyone laughed, except Leah. She didn't laugh anymore...

He pushed his foot over – since I was sitting on the floor and they were on the couched – and kicked me. I toppled over, almost hitting my head on the coffee table I may add. Everyone laughed, including Leah. So I guess she does laugh. When I hurt myself. What lovely people I hang out with...

I frowned up at Embry, who was laughing his ass off. "You're a horrible imprint, you know." His laughter subsided, a bit, and he cocked his head. "When Em, or Kim, or Claire get hit, they at least see if they're okay. You just laugh."

He grinned. Then he pulled me up off the floor and slid me onto his knees, kissing the top of my head. "Yeah, but if I asked if you were okay, every time you got hurt, I'd drive you insane."

I considered, and yeah, he had a point. "Fine," I said, sticking my tongue out at him.

He wrapped his mouth around it and started kissing me. I laughed and shoved him away. He never usually kissed me in front of the pack, I found it awkward. Seriously, they already knew every fucking single thing that we did, they didn't need to see us do it.

"Get a room," Paul scoffed, in what must have been a delayed reaction because we weren't even doing anything.

"Fuck off Paul," I scowled. Have I mentioned how much I hated that guy? Honestly, I wish he'd jump a bridge and die already.

Just as I said it, Emily walked in and looked at me disapprovingly. "Language, Soph."

I crossed my arms over my chest and pouted. Everyone else swore like there was no tomorrow yet I'm not allowed to say one word?

Kim giggled from her spot on the end of the couch. I laughed back at her. Next time you get yelled at Kim, you're going to know it.

"Soph, do you and Kim want to help me with the table?" Emily asked us.

We nodded. But I felt kind of bad that she didn't ask Leah so before I stood up, I said, "You coming, Leah?"

"Does it look like I'm coming?" she asked snarkily, relaxing deeper into the couch.

I heard Embry growling at her, underneath me. He hated her as much as I hated Paul. She always brought up the thing about his mom and how his dad could be any one of Sam's, Quil's or Jake's fathers. It really upset him although he wouldn't admit him.

Either way though, I didn't want him growling at my cousin. I brought my elbow back at full force right into his gut. It hadn't taken me long to realize that if you hit a werewolf with you hand or foot, it's going to hurt you more than them. But if you elbow or knee them, it does decent damage.

He exhaled in pain and I laughed. "Be nice." He rolled his eyes but shut up nonetheless. I stood and and stretched. Man, I was really tired. Shortly after I stood up, I heard a light thump. I figured it was just someone dropping the controller, so I walked towards the kitchen. That was a mistake.

Before Kim, Emily or I weren't even out of the living room, Brady – who had been sitting on the floor beside the couch – said in a perfect imitation of Kim's ooh la la voice, "Well, well, well, what are these?"

The three of us looked back to see Brady sitting there with a box of condoms in his hand, grinning devilishly at me. Instinctively, my hand flung to my shorts pocket. It was empty and I could feel my face burning at the minute; which was really bad because I was only half-Quileute and you could tell I was blushing.

Normally I wouldn't have given a shit, the pack knew what I did with Embry. Since Embry was stupid and couldn't not think about it when he was patrolling. Emily didn't though. I knew she'd disapprove big time, too. And she was standing right there with that part mad, part sad, part disappointed face on. Plus, if I knew this pack, they were going to milk this for all they could.

So I played it cool, or at least I tried to. "They're condoms Brady, and you really are too young to have them."

"So," Paul said, grinning cockily. "They're his condoms that fell out of your pocket. I don't think Embry is going to like that."

Embry growled at him. "Okay, guys shut –" he tried to stop them but it didn't work. Paul and Brady kept going.

"Or maybe," Brady piped up, "they're for Paul. After all, didn't you once upon a time say that he was the only hall monitor you'd want to have sex with?"

I scowled, Embry frowned, Emily frowned and everyone else laughed. Of course they'd find my utter humiliation funny. But I had to come up with something. After all, this was me. When did I ever let people humiliate me when I don't have to let them? Never. That wasn't going to change, either.

"You're right, Brady, I did say that. Why? Jealous?"

Now Embry was smirking, but he had a jealous glint in his eyes. I winked at him when no one was watching and he forced a smile. I rolled my eyes and mouthed chill. He did.

Luckily, Kim spoke up for me. "Come on Brady, everyone knows you have a crush on her. You don't have to turn it all on her to hide it."

This time, Brady turned beat red and looked at the ground. I honestly hadn't known he'd had a crush on me but apparently he did. I laughed. Poor kid, Embry was going to kick his ass.

At least if his expression had any say in the matter.

Everyone was laughing at Brady now, so Embry reached down and plucked the condoms out of his hand. "Thanks, but I believe these are mine, pup."

Brady kept looking at the ground as everyone hustled to the kitchen. Apparently they were hungry because they didn't even wait for us to set the table. They just grabbed and plate and barrelled towards the food.

There wasn't enough seats to fit us all so I had to sit on Embry. As did Kim and Emily. Not on Embry, obviously, but their guys. I wasn't really that hungry but, you know, if I didn't pig out on food whenever I was within ten feet of him, he'd probably rush me to the hospital. So I nibbled the food on my plate until all the guys and Leah, were done eating. Yeah, three or four plates later.

Eventually people started to leave and the time came when Embry wanted to head home too. So we said good-bye and left.

"So did you find a dress at Kim's?" he asked as we walked hand-in-hand back to my house.

I nodded. "It's so cute, Emmy. You would love it if you would come." I pouted at him hopefully.

He didn't fall for it, he just laughed. "I love you Sophie, but I will not go to that bloodsucker's wedding."

"What if one hurts me?"

He flinched. "You don't think I've already drilled Seth one thousand times to watch you?"

"You didn't!" I exclaimed.

He nodded, wrapping his arm around me. "Sophie, you're lucky I'm letting you go at all. I don't want you near those stupid bloodsuckers at all."

"Then why are you letting me go?" I asked, confused.

He smiled softly. "Because I know you always hated the way Sam was so protective of Emily and wouldn't let her do anything. I don't want to make it so you can't make your own decisions. But I can't stand seeing you get hurt either."

I smiled. "Embry, I love you. And I'm really glad that you're so sweet and thoughtful." I kissed him lightly. "But couldn't you be obsessively protective just this one time so I don't have to go to the damn wedding?"

He frowned. "Sophie."

I sighed. "I know. I have to go. But thank you Emmy, I really appreciate the whole... not controlling my life."

He chuckled. "I knew you would."

We continued to walk in a comfortable silence for a while until Embry queried, "So where the hell did you get condoms?"

"Your mom's store," I said in my best uh-duh voice.

His eyes rounded. "Didn't we agree to not buy condoms in front of my mom?"

I nodded, smiling. "She wasn't there, so I figured this was our best shot to get some. And hey, I want them back!"

"Why going to go use one with Brady?" he taunted.

"No," I said simply, "But if you have them, you'll probably use them all to jack off alone in your room."

"Why would I do that, when I could just come over to your house?" he growled sexily in my ear.

I smirked. "Fine, whatever, keep them. But don't lose them or we won't be doing it until you get more."

"Okay, but I have an idea." He grinned seductively at me. "Since my mom's not at my house, why don't we go back there and test one out?"

"Listen, Mr. Horny, I have a better idea." He frowned, knowing my idea wasn't going to get him laid. "We go back to my house, or your house, and study because I don't feel like failing all five of my exams."

"Whatever you say, sweetie." He trailed his hand down my back from my shoulder to my butt. He squeezed lightly and I squealed.

"Don't make me change my mind!"

"That was the plan," he teased, smiling childishly at me.

Rolling my eyes, I pecked him on the chin. He was really tall okay? Unless he was leaning down a bit, even on my tip toes that was the highest I could reach. "Emmy, I need to study."

He nodded. "Let's go then. Your dad will probably kick me out early tonight since he caught me last night."

I snickered. "Told you you snored."

"You're going to get it," he threatened, growling playfully at me.

I shrieked as his hands tickled my sides and we raced back to my house. I was almost tempted to do his plan instead of mine when we got back to my house. Thank god my dad was there or I might've had a huge chance of failing my English exam.

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