Jacob's POV.

Oops. That's all I could think, and as she turned I was frozen. Would she be upset, that I was there, or would she be distracted because I'd brought the entire gang over?

"Sorry." Quil muttered before she was completely facing us.

Her eyes were looking at us, as if she were registering something. Minutes literally past before I saw her move the slightest. "Are you going to clean that up?" her voice was cold and her gaze was by far worse. She looked like she was ready to chuck the vase in her hand at me. "Don't look at me like you don't understand, pick up the broken glass and get a vacuum, so there are no shards left on the ground." she ordered. I nodded, and walked off, where would the vacuum be?

"Fennie!" I'd never head Leah squeal before. I heard a chuckle from behind me, and turned to see Emily helping me look for the vacuum. It was in the closet, in it's proper place I suppose.

I plugged it into the wall and froze seeing Fennie's feet tapping on the ground. There was a scar on the outside of her right ankle...

"Jacob!" she snapped. "Please pick up the large glass pieces first, we don't want to break the vacuum, it needs to have more than one use." she sighed and looked around at everyone.

"Remember us?" Seth said waving a hand.

"You all grew... I don't know them." Fennie pointed toward Emily, Sam, and Jared.

"Of course we grew, did you think we were shrinking these past two years?" Quil exclaimed punching her on the arm. I scowled at him when she flinched, it was already bruising.

"Working out too." she sighed, giving another false smile. "I'm going to go ahead and sleep...try and keep it down, and keep everything clean." she gave everyone another glance. "I'm Fennie." she held her hand out to Sam, then Emily as they introduced themselves. Fennie didn't even seem disturbed or distracted by Emily's scar. She only glanced up at Jared, if he said anything...

"So you're the new chick Jacob likes." If she wasn't here...

"Hm?" she didn't seem phased at all.

"Didn't hear me, I said-"

"I heard you," her voice was quiet, "I just don't see why you told me." she walked past him, and down the hall toward my room. My heart was throbbing. I wanted to tell her that I cared about her not Jared. Her response wasn't the best though.

"So..." Charlie glanced around, he had ever met Fennie before either, and he was shifting awkwardly.

"You staying over for dinner?" I asked Charlie. He had been spending more time over since Bells left.

"I'll order pizza." Embry said leaving to get the phone.

"Charlie and I will go ahead and find something good to watch." Billy said. "Charlie, to the sofa!"

"Jared can I talk to you outside please?" I asked after they left the room.

"Since you said please I have the option of saying, no." He replied smartly, I glanced at Emily who set a hand on my shoulder with a calming smile.

"You're right, now's not the time to beat the shit out of Jared." I muttered.

"Oh? You think you can beat me in a fair fight?" he challenged yelling.

"I know I could!" I returned, he started the punching first. For once it wasn't Sam who broke us up.

"COULD YOU ALL JUST SHUT THE HELL UP!" Jared even froze beneath me. Fennie was storming in, my pillow in her hands...I hope she didn't think the pillow would hurt me. She stopped and picked up her right foot slowly. "And what! Did I say about the glass Dammit!" there was a cut in her foot, the blood slowly dripping out.

"Could someone get the first aid kit?" I asked, I didn't listen to Fennie when she shouted at me to let go of her.

"Put me down, I can walk, just clean up the glass." she huffed. I set her down on the counter. She began to jump down, but I held her thigh against the marble counter. "Don't touch me." it was almost a growl, and there certainly was a threat. I knew she couldn't hurt me physically, only herself.

"Where's the first-aid kit?" Quil asked, I glanced at him. We actually never really needed one. I looked back to Fennie in time to see her roll her eyes.

"You don't have one, I tossed the old one out, because there was nothing in it." that's right we made Quil a mummy a few years back for Halloween using the bandages, and band-aids to get it to stick.

"Care to let me down now?"

"No, there could still be glass in the cut."

"Well get your hand off of me, and I can treat it myself." she mumbled something as she pulled her foot up across her leg. "See there is nothing there, just a few drops of blood."

"That and what's on the carpet." I responded.

"Well it wouldn't be there if you cleaned up the mess, or if you would just keep quiet." Seeing her upset like this, wasn't what I wanted. She wasn't like the gang, she couldn't just heal right back up if she got hurt. The cut could take a week to heal, and even then there may be a scar. How many scars did she have? There was one on her ankle.

I began looking over her arms, I was glad she had taken her sweater off. There was the fresh bruise, it was a mix of purple, green, and yellow, it wasn't small either.

"Jacob...Jacob...JACOB let go of me!" she snapped. I pulled away and she jumped off the counter and walked back to the bedrooms, there was still a little limp.

We all were quiet, the television was too which meant Billy and Charlie had heard her outburst.

"Everything alright?" Charlie called.

"Yeah." I called.

"NO it is not! Don't lie!" we heard her yell from the back and then the door slam. It was only a few seconds later when I heard the stereo going. She was just going to drown us out.

"Remember it works both ways." Sam whispered leaning into my ear.

It was so hard to believe imprinting worked both ways with how she was acting. I sighed.

"Pizza's here!" Jared said shoving past me. He didn't know what the hell was going on did he. Ignorance isn't going to be bliss in his case.