Finally

"This is my farewell to second place, of watching her trample your heart by running you back and forth Jacob. Love is not a 'sometimes' thing, it's an undeniable ache. Goodbye." If love were a race, Jacob black would surely be losing.

AN;It's been quite a while. So sorry for lack of updates. I've been going on and off from getting sick and off season is a killer when you have to catch up on work. This chapter is almost ridiculously short but the stopping point is necessary, I have another chapter ready to launch by tomorrow also. My updating is going to get a lot better due to my prioritizing, please enjoy!

Disclaimer; I'm not the owner of twilight, just my OCs

Jacob

She was running from him. Most of his body was lurching for her. Wanting to run after her. But his selfish side stayed and won for the shortest amount of time.

He was shaking. He was tired. He was confused of all things and held to the earth by the most beautiful girl he ever laid eyes on.

It wasn't supposed to happen like this. He was going to knock some sense into Bella and get her away from the leech so she could be with him. So she could be alive with him!

Things never worked out like one would think though, Jacob was forever stuck in this tribal myth. He looked up at the same treetops that Blair did. Looking in her point of view.

His heart couldn't have been hurting any more than it was at that moment. He'd been hurting her all of this time. Jumping at every chance to be with Bella, while she sat on the side lines and smiled.

But she wasn't smiling all the time. He noticed and had been a horrible friend and ignored it thinking that she wasn't actually worried.

His instinct finally won. His head was no match. Jacob caught her scent even in his human form. He was going so fast, the green of the leaves and the brown of the wood in the forest blurring by. She was headed to the beach by the trail she led and as he was about to break out of the forest he picked up her words in a light whisper with his extraordinary hearing.

"Come and get me."

He sprinted harder and saw her leaned up against the white drift wood they used to sit on.

He sat on it with Bella. And Blair. A clear act of betrayal that went unnoticed on his part.

She was bleeding from her head in the same spot as this morning, but worse. Much worse.

Jacob was scared. He was the cause for so much of her pain. He picked her up and began his sprint to Emily's.

"Lets hope Paul isn't there." He murmured.

After a run that seemed to last forever while she lay part limp in his arms, he threw the small cottage doors open to see the whole pack crammed inside the house.

And then there was Paul, Jacob did not have much hope for his future days.

"Why is Blair, the younger sibling of the maniac, bleeding from the head, and knocked out?" Jared deadpanned as his face dropped in worry of not only worry of her health, but Jacob's future health after facing Paul.

Paul

Paul's day was finally starting to shape up: Blair was probably making up with Jacob and sucking face like Sam and Emily do whenever they get in a disagreement. He was wreaking shop on Madden against Jared while the rest of the pack was watching and the faint smell of tacos was making its way into the air from the kitchen.

This is what was referred to 'the good life' as Paul would like to call it.

But then all hell broke loose and all happy thoughts were erased when Jacob Black erupted through the double doors with his little sister limp in his arms. She was soaked to the bone, white as a ghost and the cut on her head was worse than it was previously. Jacob Black would pay.

The controller fell to the ground and Paul's tunnel vision was worsening, all he could see was red and his muscles were shivering.

He sharply turned around to try and rip off his shirt before he was harshly interrupted via a frying pan to the head and everything was black.

Embry would surely have some explaining to do later for his quick thinking.

Blair

Blair awoke in a dazed stupor, and a unbearable headache the size of a upper East side mansion.

Blair was also pissed off, she was never a fan of hospitals especially one being ran by Dr. Cullen the head of the coven of lifeless blood sucking dolls.

She observed her surroundings and locked her eyes on a certain Jacob Black fast asleep in a chair much too small for him. She studied him, his tan skin, his mothers chin, the ridiculously long eyelashes he possessed, and those Quileute muscles. Blair used to die for them, she still did. How was Blair going to deal with her point of this ridiculous love triangle?

Quickly Blair knew how she was going to assess this situation, as cold heatedly as possible. Usually Blair was the nice cop, she would let anyone explain themselves clearly or give them room to adjust and listen like a sweet girl. But she no longer believed in that strategy, it got her no where with Jacob and she was going to give him hell, the dark side of the moon, a parallel reality when Jacob got the short end of the stick. Two can play at the game, this was now her playing field. He was going to take a long trip in Blair's shoes and see what it was really like.

Blair straightened her back with as much poise as possible and prepared her first chewing of the built boy in front of her.

"Wake up you furry eared ass!" Her voice erupted, probably heard from at least a couple of rooms over. And Jacob jolted up up with alertness as she expected, his eyes staring into hers.

Don't melt. This is your race, take the lead.

And that she did.