Hey Guys! Thank you for all your reviews and helpful suggestions! Here is Chapter 3!

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BPOV

"Actually, I was going to say you were a rotten liar. Do you think I'm an idiot? What kinda sick joke is this? Do you honestly think I believe in all that Quiluete voodoo crap? Is this your way of asking me out? Because I'm not interested," I answered him, acid dripping off of every word.

"No… I, uh. I ust.." Jake stammered. He looked really hurt and I felt a little bad for bitching at him like that, but at the same time, he totally deserved it.

"You just what Jake? You just thought I would go out with you all because of some messed up Quileute legend? Legends aren't real, Jacob. And if you think you can wander in to my house, without any damn clothes on, thinking that I would totally fangirl over your stupid 6 pack, you were wrong." I was practically steaming. FYI boys: never mess with a girl on her period.

"Bella, please, just hear me out," He pleaded, looking at me with those big brown eyes filled with adoration.

"Just get out of my house," I said, pointing to the door. He nodded and walked out, looking like I had just punched him in the face.

It just didn't make any sense. I knew about the whole imprinting crap, but did he really think that I believed in it? Then, to top it all off, he expected me to believe he was a fricking werewolf? He must of hit his head when he fell earlier. My head was spinning with so many thoughts, none of them making any sense whatsoever.

I realized then, that I was wearing only a towel, and put some pajama clothes on, not even paying attention to what they were. I walk downstairs, and begin to make some spaghetti for Charlie and I. Poor Charlie couldn't cook to save his life. I put a pot of boiling water on the stove, and grabbed the box of pasta. Once the water was boiled, I put the spaghetti in, stirring it occasionally. I prepared the tomato sauce, and set out the plates. I put the dinner on the plates, and set the plates on the table. I smiled, satisfied at my work and that I didn't think about Jacob the entire time. That thought, of course, brought on thoughts about Jacob and I groaned.

Why wouldn't Jake leave my brain? I had never been so interested in a boy before. No, get that out of your head, you are not interested in him. He is just an annoying dimwit who just so happens to be drop-dead gorgeous. His chin length, jet black, hair. That cute little hair flip he does when it gets in his eyes. His eyes. Don't even get me started with his eyes. Those dark brown, almost black orbs seemed so deep, and lately; full of love. Why was I thinking like this? Could possibly have a crush on Jacob Black? Just the name made me smile. God, what was wrong with me? He was always just a best friend; I had never thought about him like this. My stomach dropped to my feet when I realized what was going on. I had a crush on Jacob Black. Aw shit.

JPOV

"Just get out of my house." Those six words made me want to cry. My Bella; my everything didn't want me in her house. Rejection washed over me and I nodded, quickly leaving the Swan Residence. I ran into the woods and phased, not even bothering to tie my shorts to the cord around my ankle. Crap. Those were my last pair of shorts.

"Jake! What happened?" 4 different voices shouted in my head at once. Sam, Paul, Quil, and Embry. I solemnly replayed what had happened in my head. Three of the four wolves phased right now had imprints, so they could feel my sorrow when Bella freaked out at me. However, Embry didn't.

"Oooh, dude, you got burned. Point to Bella," Embry thought. I imagined ripping his head off, and he shuddered.

"Sorry, man. But did you have to show me that?" Embry whined.

"Yes, I did. What am I supposed to do? She doesn't want me." I said, resisting the urge to cry.

"Aw, c'mon dude. You don't know that. She is just really freaked out. You were pretty forward with her…" Quil reassured me.

"Maybe. But I have to apologize to her. She hates me."

"Apologize for what? You did nothing wrong," Sam thought.

"Yes I did. She thinks I was trying to ask her out."

"How is that a bad thing?" Paul thought, entering the conversation for the first time.

"I don't know. It just is, okay? I just can't bear to think that she hates me."

"But she doesn't hate you. She is just really shaken up. Give her some time. I guarantee you she will call you in the next 3 days. Like I said, it's hard to resist the power of an imprint." Sam was right, I just needed to calm down.

I got off patrol at 3:00 the next morning. The whole time I was thinking about Bella, and if she had called yet. When I got home, I knew she wouldn't be calling me, it was way too early. So I let my exhaustion take over, and I went to sleep.

BPOV

After dinner, I went upstairs and finished unpacking the rest of my stuff. That didn't stall my brain enough, so I decided to take another shower. When I got out, I snuggled into warm pajamas, crawled into my bed and fell asleep thinking about Jake.

I woke up at about 4 in the morning, my spaghetti from last night threatening to make an entrance. I sprinted to the bathroom and proceeded to throw up violently for the next hour. I felt horrible, and hot. Much too hot. Today was my first day of school at Forks High School and I had a fever, possibly the stomach flu. Great. At about 6, when Charlie got up to go to work, and found me dry heaving into the toilet, as I had nothing left in my stomach to throw up, he sighed, and carried me into my bed.

"I guess no school today for you," Charlie said

"Yeah. I guess so," I croaked.

"Do you need anything before I leave?"

"Just a glass of water." He gave me a large cup of water, put a garbage can by my bed, then left.

A little bit before noon, I heard the doorbell. Groaning, I got up and wrapped my quilt around me, snatched the garbage can, and walked downstairs. I opened the door and lo and behold, standing on my front porch was Jake.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I heard you were sick," he said, concern in his eyes.

"Shouldn't you be at school?"

"We don't start until next week," he said, and I was about to reply, but my body said differently. I ran to the sink, forgetting about the garbage can in my hands, and puked until I had tears running down my face. When I was done, I collapsed into Jake's arms and started sobbing, not even caring I was supposed to be mad at him.

Now he was panicked, he led me over to the couch and I lay in his arms. He was strangely warm; it felt like he had a really bad fever. When my sobs turned to hiccups, he began to calm down, but he still rubbed my back, preventing me from another episode. Physical contact with him gave me a warm, fluttery feeling in my stomach. I liked it.

"Oh Bells. You are burning up. I should get you to a doctor or something." I cringed at the word doctor, and he looked at me, thinking I was hurt.

"No. Doctors mean needles," I sighed, and snuggled closer into him. He was just so warm. He chuckled and put his arm around me. Normally, I would of shied away from the contact, but I didn't want to. It felt nice, okay? "Besides, you feel like your 110 degrees or something."

"Close. It's wolf thing."

"How much longer are you going to keep this act up?"

"It's not an act. I really am a werewolf."

"Yeah, and I really am a vampire." He suddenly stiffened and I moved away from him, confused. "What did I do?"

"Nothing. What can I do to make you believe that I really can phase into a wolf?" Jake said, changing the subject.

"Let me see you phase into a wolf. Then I will believe that you really are a wolf and that you imprinted on me."

"Okay, fine. Let's do it."

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Okay, so I finished this chapter way before Tuesday, I know. I just had a lot of free time today. Please tell me what you think!