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Cammie's POV.
My eyes flew open and I looked at my surroundings. I was surrounded by green. Lots and lots of green. Getting up, I looked around, and noticed that I was in a ditch off to the side of the highway.
What the hell happened? I thought, trying to remember why I was where I was. My eyes widened as I remembered.
"Jake!" I screamed. We'd gotten into a car accident. Jake had been bleeding severely, and I fainted.
My heart tore at the memory of Jake bleeding, and his limp body lying there, and the fact that I fainted and couldn't even do anything to save him. I recalled my yelling at him. I was such a useless, cruel, cold-hearted bitch. My eyes scanned frantically for Jake. I saw him lying off to the side, and I ran up to him. "Jake!" I screamed, shaking him.
He didn't respond.
"Jake?" I asked, and I heard my voice crack, on the edge of hysteria.
He still didn't respond.
"Jacob Black, stop screwing with me and wake up!" I bit back tears.
I watched Jake's face. He didn't move.
Then, that's when I realized—he wasn't moving. AT ALL!
My eyes widened in sheer horror.
"Jacob Black, don't you dare leave me!" I paused. "You're not going to leave me! Not like this, at least! Damn!" I yelled. "I took CPR…" I mumbled. I got on my knees and crawled closer to Jake so my head was level with his.
I bent down and opened his mouth—using a great deal of strength—and peered inside. No vomit, no blood. Looks ok…I listened for about ten seconds, and heard that Jacob still wasn't breathing. There was no rising or falling of the abdomen. I had to create circulation. I put on hand on the center of his chest, put my other on top of it, and straightened my arms. I pushed down about thirty times in rapid succession. I moved to the airway, checked to see if it was open. Then I pinched his nostrils and I took a breath. I put my mouth over his and blew. I moved away to let him breathe, and I repeated this process a few times. I moved away to check my process.
Jake wasn't moving.
"Jake…" I whispered, pained. "I'm sorry." I leaned down, and this time, I kissed him. I don't know why I did it. I don't know what possessed me to do it. I began to feel his chest rise and fall. I pulled away after a bit and saw Jacob's deep brown eyes. Open. Very much alive. "Jake!" I exclaimed. I sat back and Jake smirked at me.
"Wow. I didn't know you love me so much." He wiggled his eyebrows.
"I do not love you, Jacob," I replied instantaneously. Although saying the words felt thick and raw and they burned my tongue to say them—they were lies.
He chuckled. "Yes you do."
"No I don't!" I said. "I was just giving you CPR!"
"Mmm-hmm," Jake said, grinning.
"I was!" I insisted. "It was only CPR! Nothing more! It's so dumb that you'd even think that!"
He chuckled, amused.
I looked at him. He didn't have the same cuts and incisions as when we first crashed. "Where are your cuts?" I asked. "And why aren't you bleeding anymore?"
"Werewolves heal fast." He paused. "You're okay, right? You're not hurt?"
"I'm one-hundred percent okay." It was a real miracle. I hadn't hit my head when we crashed, or got cut with glass, or anything at all.
"Ok." Pause. "Cammie, I'm real sorry about the car."
I looked at my Lexus. It wasn't completely ruined. Still salvageable. "Oh…" I said. "It wasn't your fault,"
"Yes it was," he replied, running his fingers through his hair. "I can fix it for you for free."
"Really? You know how to fix cars?" I asked, impressed.
"I built my car completely out of parts I found and bought myself." His chest puffed out a little.
"Okay, Jake, thanks," I replied.
"I'll pay for somebody to bring the car to Emily's house." He called someone, and when he was done, I looked at him.
"Thanks," I said.
"No problem." He paused. "You're going to have to let me phase so I can take you back home."
"You mean…?"
"Yep." He replied.
I groaned. Then I realized something. "Jake, what were you going to tell me before we crashed?"
He looked away. "Nothing, Cammie, nothing."
I parted my lips to say more, but he ran behind a tree, strapped the jeans to his leg, and phased. He came back out, and I sighed. He was huge. I walked over to him and hopped on. "You okay?" I leaned down to whisper in his ear.
He nodded.
I tilted my head. "You can't talk as a wolf?"
He shook his head no. He started to walk slowly, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. We trotted off.
We arrived at Emily's house about half an hour later. Emily and was waiting for us on her porch anxiously.
"Cammie!" Emily exclaimed, running up to me.
She engulfed me into a hug, pulling me off of Jacob before I even had a chance to climb off.
"Missed you too, Emi," I replied.
She chuckled. "You had us so worried,"
"I'm sorry," I said. I looked around. "Where's Leah?"
"Oh…Leah's still upset, and she's not ready to talk right now. She pulled away.
"Oh," I squeaked. Even after everything that happened…
Emi offered me an apologetic smile. "Sorry, sweetie,"
"It's cool," I mumbled lamely.
"Your car's over there," Emi said, pointing to her driveway.
"Good," Jake said, appearing suddenly.
"Where's everyone else?"
"Patrolling." She replied. She paused. "Are you okay?"
"Well, I almost got bitten by a vampire, I find out that werewolves and vampires are real, I could've died in a car accident—but I'm one hundred percent okay." I frowned. "Physically, anyway…"
Emi had a look of understanding. "All of us imprinted have it rough…" she mumbled.
"Imprinted?" I asked. "What's that?"
"Hmm? Oh, nothing, just talking to myself," she glanced at Jake, tense beside me.
"Emily, can I use your shower?" he asked.
"Sure," she replied.
He nodded and walked off.
"C'mon, Cammie, let's get you inside,"
Emi ushered me inside, but I kept thinking of that "imprinted" comment.
As I laid out on the bed in Emi's guest room, I stared at the ceiling. I couldn't get to sleep—I was suffering from insomnia. Only temporary, though—I suffered from temporary insomnia after the Tim incidents started occurring—although they went away after a while.
I always got temporary insomnia after a bad experience—and I'd been through enough of them.
I listened to the water run in the bathroom next to me—Jacob showering in the room directly next to mine didn't exactly help me get to sleep…no, Cammie! Stop thinking like that! Stop it……stop it……
The water stopped. Thank God. At times like this, when I couldn't sleep, I would try to empty my mind completely…but how could I? What if I'd been bitten? Would he have died? Or would I have been turned into one of them…to think of living life as an immortal is unnerving. How when I was I little girl, I believed in fairies and vampires and this sort of thing. The magical and supernatural. Of course I'd grown out of it, but to know that all of it is real and has been lurking in the shadows my whole life…
I thought about the werewolves. They were all Quileute. I was mixed. I was Brazilan, French, Japanese, African American, and Quileute. My mom's mom was Brazilian, and my mom's dad was African and American and Quileute—he was mixed himself. Then, my dad's mom is Japanese, and my dad's dad is French. It may sound confusing at first, but it's not, once you break it down. I'm not completely Quileute, so does that mean that I'd become a werewolf? I'm not sure.
I got up and looked into the mirror. My midnight blue eyes were dull and lifeless—I was tired, and was getting no sleep. I examined my face. People told me all the time that I was pretty, beautiful. I don't exactly think that I'm ugly, but I don't say that I'm pretty or beautiful—I don't want to sound conceited, you know? So I just described myself as exotic.
Even though I didn't think that I was ugly, when Tim began telling me that, I sort of began to believe it. How could I not believe it after it was repeated to me 24/7?
I sighed. This was the most I'd thought about Tim in years.
The next day, Jake and I got to work on my car. Well, he did all of the work. I knew some things about cars, but I'd screw things up, though he'd urged me to try to help a few times. I just watched and talked with him. Leah and I had talked, too. I asked her what I'd done to make her so mad, but she never told me.
I was having quite a bit of fun with Jacob. After I'd apologized and everything, of course. Two weeks later, we were still talking and hanging out. We were getting to know each other quickly, and within the two weeks, we were practically best friends. We just clicked. We had so much fun together and he made me laugh a lot. It was good for me, because Jacob was a smiley, happy person, and those are the type of people I need to be interested in. Not Tim types.
But we still had our awkward moments; like when he'd get protective over me, and I'd demanded to know why, again. Not to mention that even though I let him in, I still shut him out at the same time.
One day, when we were in his garage, a small, pixie like brunette had approached Jacob, and his whole demeanor changed from the happy, fun Jacob I knew to a cold, mean Jacob I didn't know.
"Cammie, wait here," he'd told me, as he exited the garage with the brunette.
So, no introduction, no anything. This girl was beautiful, and drove this amazing yellow Porsche. Was she competition?
I stopped myself. I most certainly didn't love Jacob—so why did I care if he was into this chick?
I looked the girl up and down. She had on an amazing outfit, and I had one just like it. Then I saw her shoes. They were these amazing pair of cobalt-blue kitten-heel sandals. I brightened instantly—I love clothes and shoes!
"Where'd you get those?!" I demanded, leaving the garage and walking over to her.
She smiled. "They were a gift." Her voice was musical and beautiful. "I'm Alice,"
"I'm Camille, or Cammie or Cam, but I prefer Cammie," I replied, and we shook hands.
I jerked back—they were freezing cold.
She laughed. "I'm sorry, I'm just a cold person."
"It's okay," I replied.
Alice looked to Jacob, who was tense, and he had a look on his face that looked like the world was going to end. "Contact me if you need to," she said. She looked to me. "Nice meeting you, Cammie. Actually, if you want, we can hang out sometime." She smiled. "You seem like a nice person."
"Sure, Alice," I gave her my number. Why was I not shutting this girl out? WHAT IS IT ABOUT THESE LA PUSH PEOPLE?!
She smiled. "See you around." And she began dancing off.
"Alice, wait," he said. He looked pained. "I have…things to do. Can Cammie come with you now?"
"Sure!" she looked excited.
"What?" I asked Jacob. "What are you doing?"
"Wolf stuff," he mumbled.
"Oh. Okay. See you." I walked up to Alice and we got in her Porsche and drove off.
"You're going to love our family," Alice said, as we pulled up to a glass mansion in a forest. Alice seemed nice enough, but why had he dumped me with Alice? Well, I doubt that Alice would want to kill me or something.
We walked inside, and I was greeted by a man and a women, who I guessed were Alice's mother and father. They were impossibly gorgeous.
"Welcome," the women greeted as she hugged me. "I'm Mrs. Esme Cullen. Call me Esme."
"Hello, Esme. I'm Camille Marin. Call me Cam or Cammie, I prefer Cammie."
I shook hands with Dr. Carlisle Cullen, and introductions were exchanged. I met Edward, Emmett, and Rosalie next. Rosalie was a bit mean—but something told me that it was a defense. Emmett treated me very nicely, just like a little sister. Edward was polite and courteous. He asked polite questions about me, and it was a little intimidating being around him—he was so polite and had a very mature air about him.
"Is this the whole family?" I asked.
"No," Edward said. "We have Jasper who is not here at the moment."
And, as if on cue, a blond boy who I assumed to be Jasper walked inside.
We met, we talked, and had fun, and Alice dropped me off at home in time for dinner—she wanted me to stay, but I didn't want to impose.
Alice dropped me off, and drove off. I saw a police car parked outside my house. Curious, I stepped inside. A policeman and my mom stood in my living room talking.
My breath hitched in my throat. Was my mom okay?
"Honey," she began, "this is Forks police chief Charlie Swan."
(A/N: Ooh, interesting! Why did Alice randomly pop up? I can answer that—I love Alice and she needed an introduction! LOL. What is Charlie doing at Cammie's house? Why did Jake dump Cammie off at Alice's house? When will Cammie freaking admit that she loves Jacob? Why is Leah still upset? 6 or 7 reviews! You know the drill! Review! Add to alerts! I have a question: do you guys think that Cammie is a Mary-Sue? And, a tip if you want the story out faster—you can review each chapter once for a member, and anonymous people can review each chapter too! Arigato! ^_^)