"Please tell me you didn't…" I said, my eyes closed, holding back frustration.

"Oh… But I did." I opened my eyes to see the smile on Makayla's face was wicked. She thought she was sly. Hayley was on the couch in the living room, her head on Quil's lap as they watched some movie. Paul looked grumpy, sitting in a La-Z-boy chair.

On the love seat, sat Jacob. I glared at Makayla, before grabbing her arm and dragging her to the kitchen. "Why would you make him show up here? He seemed relieved to leave me behind last night."

"Because, like I said, he likes you," She grabbed my arm, yanking me back out to the living room, and pushing me onto the couch beside him and walking over to sit on Paul's lap. Jacob wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me against his side.

"How's your ankle?" He whispered in my ear.

"Fractured, like you said." I muttered between gritted teeth. I looked at the disgusting ugly black boot wrapped around my lower leg.

"How long do you have to wear it for?"

"I don't know for sure… Between 6 and 7 weeks, then I have to go back in for another X-ray to make sure it's healing properly."

"If you'd like I could-" Jacob's words were cut off as he was hit in the side of the head with a throw pillow.

"Dude, we're trying to watch a movie. Stuff it." Paul glared.

Jacob rolled his eyes, but stood, helping me off the couch. "Let's go for a walk." He said, a knowing smile on his face, like he had plans. I followed him out of the house, skeptical.

I resisted the urge to pull out my iPod and start playing Panic! at the disco's Camisado, which was my song of the day. Jacob slid his hand around mine, leading me to the nearby sidewalk. We started on an uncertain path towards the woods.

My boot thudded dully against the ground as I limped along beside Jacob, his hand still wrapped around mine. I winced as my boot hit the ground a little too hard, sending pain up my leg, a warning.

I didn't have time to think before Jacob had me in his arms again, carrying me to a nearby bench, hidden in the shade of the trees. It was out of sight of the road, yet still close to the sidewalk, and if you didn't know it was there, you probably wouldn't have seen it.

I sat down on the bench and tugged my hand out of his… or tried to. He sighed, his shoulders visibly slumping.

"Why don't you accept that I like you, Scarlet?" He asked, his voice a whisper.

"Because you could easily be faking it." I said, keeping my gaze on the green, fingerless, fish-net gloves covering my hands, which were on my lap.

I felt him shift closer to me, some of his body heat sinking through my hoodie and shirt. I turned, realizing my face was only a mere inch from his. "Let me prove it to you," he said, pressing his lips against mine hesitently.

I couldn't stop myself when my body turned toward him too, putting us closer together. Without permission, my lips parted, my tongue exploring his mouth, his exploring mine.

For a split second we both pulled away slightly, cooling down, but then Jacob nipped my bottom lip slightly. I felt his hands on my hips, guiding me so that I was straddling his lap.

I felt Jacob shift beneath me, stretching out along the bench, me on top of him. He moved one hand up from my hip, digging his fingers into my hair. Our mouths met again, and I felt him growl in his chest as I braced my hand against his chest, pushing myself up. We were both panting.

"Trial run… but only because my body doesn't think you're lying." I said between breaths.

He chuckled, a dark sound.

Jacob's POV

I could still taste her kiss in my mouth. I licked my lips, eyeing her as we walked down the sidewalk back toward Makayla's house. She'd agreed to a trial run which meant that I couldn't tell her anything about imprinting… not yet. So I wouldn't take her to the bonfire tonight… That would only scare her away.

I was tempted to back her against the house and makeout with her again, but we might be seen this time. I slid my arm around her waist, my hand resting on her hip, and pulled her toward me.

I let us into Kay's house, walking back into the living room to find Paul and Quil enjoying one of my latest favorite activities: making out with your imprint. Scarlet coughed awkwardly before sitting on the love seat. I sat down beside her, pulling her closer.

Makayla looked up and blushed, ever the hostess. Paul glared at me.

"How about a kitchen raid?" Hayley suggested, pulling Quil up and tugging him toward the other door. Paul followed close behind. Makayla stood and looked at us suspiciously, "Not on the couch."

Scarlet laughed and curled closer to my side. A few minutes later, Paul and Quil came back into the room, I could hear Makayla and Hayley shuffling around in the kitchen.

"Are you two, like, 'going steady' now?" Quil asked. I nodded, but I could feel Scarlet shake her head against my shoulder.

"Glad you lost that bet to Kay now, right Jake?" Paul asked, and I felt Scarlet stiffen against my arm.

"A bet?" She whispered. I glared harshly at Paul.

I stood and led Scarlet to the long hall. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared up at me.

"A bet? You went out with me because you lost a bet? I knew it." She hissed the last words between gritted teeth.

"No, Lette… I…"

"Lette? Whose Lette?"

I scratched the back of my neck, "Uh… you… I don't like the nickname Scar so I decided to call you Lette."

She shook her head before turning towards the door. And I'd just gotten her to agree.

"Lette, don't go… I went out with you because I lost a bet, yes, but that was before I knew I'd… ugh." I followed her out the door and gently grabbed her arm, spinning her face me.

I took a step back, so did she, until she was against the house. I slid my hands down to her hips, slanting my lips harshly against hers.

There was only one way to explain this to her… I had to go against what I'd decided earlier… Tonight we were going to the bonfire.

Scarlet's POV

I let my head fall back, moaning into Jacob's mouth. I fisted my hands in the material of his shirt, pulling him closer. He growled, lifting me so my legs were wrapped around his waist, my back still braced against the wall.

This seemed to be the only way he tried to convince me of stuff, but I was mostly ok with that.

He pulled away from me, his breath harsh as he whispered, "I have to go… Stay here with Makayla and I'll see you tonight." Reluctantly, he set me down before turning to leave.

"Jacob?" I asked, quietly.

"Yeah?" He turned back slightly.

"What does Lette mean? It sounds french or something." He smiled, a goofy grin and shrugged before running off. I walked back to Makayla and Hayley's door.

Makayla was gonna get it. She'd insisted that the only clean thing available was a pair of dark blue short shorts… like barely covering my butt, short shorts.

She'd also given me a dark green tank top and a small brown jacket that barely went down to cover my boobs when I zipped it up and had no sleaves whatsoever.

Makayla and Hayley on the other hand were wearing matching jeans and hoodies. Makayla seemed gleeful that I was going to the bonfire with them. Hayley… not so much.

"Are you sure it's not too soon?" I overheard her whisper to Makayla.

"Positive… Scar can deal with it." Makayla grabbed a small purse and slung it over her shoulder. It had Jack Skeleton on it and I smiled, shrugging my Zero bag up from the couch.

A car honked outside and Makayla led the way outside, a hand hooked to my wrist, tugging me outside after. Hayley smiled, worried, and followed.

"Scar gets shotgun!" Makayla announced. I rolled my eyes, but climbed into the front seat of Jacob's jeep. He sat behind the wheel, his body turned towards me. He looked worried.

The only person who seemed excited about me going with them was Makayla. I smiled at him and he sighed before turning and directing the car back onto the road.

When we got on the highway, one his hands slipped from the wheel and Jacob leaned to the side, his hand resting against my thigh. I blushed and looked at him. His eyes were on the road, but a smirk was on his lips.

I looked out the window, watching the trees blur by and smiling to myself. I didn't realize the car had stopped moving until Jacob's hand slid from my thigh.

He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me onto his lap. He leaned his chair back, so he was almost laying down. I couln't stop the giggle that escaped my throat.

"It's not even close to sunset yet… We have plenty of time…" I looked up and saw Makayla and Hayley walking across the cracked pavement toward a part of the beach were people were collecting driftwood, through the window.

Jacob leaned up slightly, capturing my lips with his. One of his arms twined around my waist and pulled me closer, so that I was laying on top of him.

He broke from the kiss, pushing back, his eyes rested on the zipper to the jacket/vest/thing Makayla had let me borrow.

"You know, you shouldn't zip this up…" he smiled at me. I gave him a curious look. The hand not holding me against him, came up, tugging the zipper of the jacket down until the thing hung open. "It only attracts more attention to your chest, a chest only I can touch."

Before I could respond, Jacob ducked down and I felt him start licking a trail up, from the bottom edge of my collarbone, along the side of my neck. He bit gently on my earlobe, making me moan.

Suddenly, he tensed, I could hear snickering outside the car, before a knock sounded on the door. "Sam wants you out here, Jake…"

Jacob scowled , but lifted his chair back up, and helped me sit back in my seat. I fixed the jacket, zipping it back up, and adjusted the tank top.

Jacob got out of the jeep, closed the door behind him, and stalked over to my door, opening it and helping me out. He glared at the 2 guys who were beside the car.

One held up his hands, muttered, "don't kill the messenger," and they both walked back to the beach. Jacob scowled after them, before placing a hand at my waist and leading me toward the beach.

Jacob left me with Emily and some other girls before going to help Sam with the fire.

As I helped prepare the food, some other people showed up, some helping to cook, others helping gather wood. The fire circle was filled with wood, but they were still collecting, adding to a small pile for later. Someone started grilling burgers and hot dogs.

An arm wrapped around my waist, making me want to jump. I looked back, seeing Jacob holding a plate piled high with food.

"Go sit down…" Emily waved us back towards where Sam was lighting the fire, "after you eat, Billy will explain… things."

Jacob led me to a old lawn chair that surrounded the fire. Jacob scarfed down the whole plate of food in the time it took me to eat a burger. Everyone was laughing and joking around until an older man cleared his throat.

It is finally done! I'm sorry it took me so long. My computer was temporarily… disdained (my little brother threw it at a wall) This was so short to makeup for the fact that it took me so long to update. Love you guys! R&R!