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The look on Jacob's face was absolutely priceless, man I wish I had my camera or a mirror, just so he could see himself. His eyes were wide with shock and disbelief from even considering the fact that I had punched a girl for wanted me to hook her up with him. Of course I wasn't going to tell him the other two reasons why I'd punched her. That would cause a plethora of embarrassment and pain on my part and I wasn't willing to admit that I'd said we were dating.

I waved my hand in front of his face to make sure he was still conscious to the world. He was, but he was being inhumanely still and silent. A first for him. I had a particularly hard time trying not to slap his face to get him to move. I was kind of worried but I had no desire whatsoever to get a third degree burn on my palm. As I was about to get up and retrieve a glass of water to splash in his face he stirred.

"You punched her because of me?" His eyes were penetrating mine so fiercely that I had to look away before they had the chance to burn mine out of their sockets. I ducked my eyes downward and nodded. He let out a low whistle and slightly relaxed in his seat. "Wow."

I was reduced to twiddling my thumbs - something I've been doing a lot lately. It was my turn to be speechless and I didn't like it at all. But the ball was in his court. It was a silent agreement between the both of us that he would be the first one to speak.

"You've seriously got balls, V." He then relaxed even farther into the couch. It was a welcome chance from the tenseness he had only seconds before. His eyes still held the look of confusion in them but they weren't baring into my soul like before. That's one of the things I like about Jacob Black. When put in an awkward situation he finds a way to make it more comfortable. Even if it is something like 'you've seriously got balls'.

"Yeah, well, I say you owe me some serious thanks for not letting Larissa crawl all over you." I smirked and dropped my feet off the table. "Want something to drink?" He nodded and I headed to the kitchen. Noises soon erupted from the TV speakers - football. I didn't even know it was football season. Then I heard a muttered 'rerun' and the channel changed. Guess it's not football season.

I headed back into the living room with the drinks and handed him one - careful not to touch skin. He flipped through the channels; finding nothing he liked, he turned it off with a huff. A few seconds later I heard an eruption of chuckles come from his mouth.

"What?" I scowled at him for laughing at me.

"I still can't believe you punched her," he laughed. "Did she cry?"

"No, but I broke her nose." I replied sheepishly.

He laughed while shaking his head. I could feel the vibrations of his laugh travel through the couch. His laughter was outrageously contagious and I found myself laughing alone with him. My small living room was echoing from our mirth that was slowly dieing down. I felt his eyes shift over to me as I wiped my eyes dry. That's the thing about laughing too hard; you're eyes start to water. If I was the type of girl that wore makeup, it'd be all over my face after a good laugh. I silently thanked my parents for my clear, no makeup needed to look decent, face.

I turned my face towards him, still laughing softly. His eyes were by far the most amazing things I'd ever seen. The dark brown was comforting, but not the only color that appeared in his irises. There was a dark orange that showed a passion for adventure. There was a lighter brown that showed he was outgoing and then there was black; a color that I'm sure took over completely when he gets angry.

"In all seriousness, what you did is pretty damn cool."

I felt the blood rush to my cheeks as they were tinted red with blush. I don't understand the big deal. I punched her. That's all. It's not like I'd found a cure for cancer - and yet his compliment made me feel extremely confident and pleased.

"Yeah, I'm the coolest." I smirked sarcastically. He laughed again and rolled his eyes. As I knocked back a gulp of my ice-cold water, Jacob quieted down.

"Sweet, so you got suspended for breaking plastic. How long?" I choked on my water at his joke and had a hard time swallowing. I noted that the iciness of the water burned as it slid, roughly, down my throat.

"A week." I rolled my eyes. I have less then a month of school left because I'd gotten here so late. I couldn't afford to be suspended for a week. Damn you, Larissa.

"Are you gonna get in trouble for it?" His voice was half mocking and half concerned. I shook my head no. Bridget would understand when I told her that Larissa was talking about Dad. But I, of course, wasn't going to tell her that Larissa had called us both whores. Larissa would probably have another broken bone to deal with.

On second thought…

"So… about -" He cut off and became unfathomably still and stiff. I stared at him with wide eyes before he shifted uncomfortably, staring obliviously at nothing. I tried to gain his attention by calling his name and he ignored it completely. His eyebrows furrowed and he stood abruptly.

"I'm gonna go." He stalked his way to the back door. His shoulders held tension and, I was right, the black does take over his eyes when he's angry. I almost felt scared to death just looking at them.

"What?" I chased after him and put myself between him and the door, wanting an explanation as to what I did that pissed him off so much. "What the hell did I do?" He groaned, a deep rumbled in the back of his throat, and ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head. I could have sworn I saw him roll his eyes at me, which were still a piercing charcoal color. "You didn't do anything, Via. I just can't be here right now." I could tell he tried to keep the frustration and anger out of his voice, but he wasn't doing a good job at it. The emotions seeped through his teeth and shot out towards me and I knew I was staring at him with eyes full of questions. He saw it. "Via, trust me, you didn't do anything. I wouldn't leave right now if I didn't have to go. But I do."

He tried to brush past me but I stepped back in front of him. He stopped, noticing that if he had kept going; direct contact would have been initiated. I wanted to hug him for doing that.

"Why? What's making you leave?" I sounded desperate and I didn't like it. Why the hell was I begging him for an explanation? I knew I didn't do anything, he'd even said so. So why did I care that he had to leave?

I knew I was frustrating him to no end but I wanted to know, damn it.

"You have a-," He was cut off by the sound of my front door opening with a bang. I peered around his large frame to see what it was. "Visitor." He mumbled almost incoherently. He stepped to the side so that I had a clear shot of little Alice sprinting across my living room yelling - oh no.

"Alyvia Cort, why in the freakishly large world did you not tell me that you and," she gestured towards Jacob, "that, were dating?" Her tiny nose scrunched up as she sniffed at the air. She looked pointedly towards Jacob and spoke, "I see you still smell." She smirked at him and grabbed my wrist with her small, cold hand and pulled me towards the couch.

"Why would you not tell me? The whole school knew before I did. Bella is practically hyperventilating." She patted my arm. "Are you ashamed of dating him?" I could hear the pleasure in her voice as she turned her gaze to Jacob who stood in the same place by the back door. His eyes had turned into a dull grayish-brown and they were practically bugging out of his head.

So… Larissa had decided to go and tell everyone. Why? I had no idea. Maybe her broken nose has caused some minor injuries in her head. I've heard that can happen…

"Via?" Alice's golden eyes were staring into mine trying to get me to communicate. Her little pale hand was still on my arm, not that it bothered me, feeling like a block of ice. I blinked twice at her and a small smile appeared on her delicate face.

"You aren't going to talk are you?" She nodded my answer for me and she jumped up from the couch, dancing over to Jacob. I nearly laughed at the sight of Alice next to him. He was over two feet taller then her and I felt like I was at the circus, watching a ventriloquist with his dummy, or a tightrope walker and the guy on stilts. Either way, it was hilariously funny. Day and Night standing next to each other. Fire and Ice. Beautiful and Handsome.

"I'll be leaving now. Jacob, would you like a hug before I go?" She smirked up at him and watched as he finally showed some reaction - he grimaced at her. She poked his arm with her small finger and pranced away towards the door, reminding me that she'd be back when he was gone. And somehow I knew she was right. Those Cullens get away with everything. I didn't even want to know what she did to get out of school.

I took a chance and glanced over at Jacob who was still semi frozen in place. I reminded myself to thank Alice for making everything completely awkward, and I prayed that Jacob would be consistent in making this tension disappear. I swallowed hard, and scratched my temple, moving my hair out of the way. It was getting way to crowded in this house. I heard the shuffling of Jacob's large feet and squeezed my eyes shut. It was my turn. I knew it. He'd broken every awkward moment between us ever since we met, which was starting to seem like such a long time ago.

"I guess I should tell you the entire story, right?" I faced forward the entire time I spoke, but I could tell that he nodded. So I began.

"I wanted to see the look on her face. Honestly, I wasn't even planning on telling her that. She was just so fake and I wanted her to drop the act… so I told her something she didn't want to hear. And I'm sorry that I dragged you into that. She just got so angry and she was just saying all this stuff about how you would never choose me over her, so I challenged her and then she got even more pissed off. She called me and my mother whores, so I told her to shut the fuck up. And then she had the nerve to talk about my fath-. She just said something that really fucking pissed me off and I punched her and that's it. I'll spare you the unneeded details."

I gasped for air after blurting out the story. I buried my face deep into my hands and tried to think of something entirely different. I felt like crying. I felt like such an idiot for telling Larissa that me and Jacob were dating. That wasn't something I would do. It's something some petty, jealous girl would do. I wasn't like that. Dad would be so disappointed in me right now and I'm torn. He'd raised me to know that lying should never be the first choice, but I had to. For some reason my gut was telling me to. And then I found myself getting angry with my dad. He lied to me. He lied. I'm indestructible. No! No you fucking weren't, Dad. Images were running through my mind; Dad eating a doughnut and smiling at me before heading off to work that morning. The phone call. The doctors. The tubes and wires sticking out of his arms and nose and mouth. The red. The burn marks. The picture of his car. The casket. The tombstone.

I rose from my spot on the couch and kicked the table, sending it flying to the floor. I heard the crack of wood but didn't care. I was having a tantrum like a child but I was relishing in the feeling of letting it go for the first time in my life. I was only mildly aware that Jacob was standing there witnessing this. I didn't care that I had millions of tears running down my cheeks. I didn't fucking care!

I cussed, loudly, and banged my fist against the wall, leaving a small dent and my hand throbbing. I turned so that my back was pressed against the wall. I slid, slowly, down the wall and curled my arms around my legs, pulling them close to me. I was a tiny ball of tears and pain. I rocked myself back and forth, feeling like a bug in my fetal position.

The tears were falling so hard and fast, that it almost hurt for them to drip out of my eyes. They were hot tears too; burning little paths of fire down my cheeks. I wanted to gouge my tear ducts out just to make it stop.

"She's wrong."

I heard his voice float over to me from the other side of the room. It was soft and sweet like a caress and it was enough to almost stop the tears fully. I lifted my head, only a little, to see where he was. I felt bad for making him watch my freak out. He was standing only a few paces away from where he stood earlier and I knew he had the perfect view of me because of his height.

"I would choose you over her any day. No competition." He smiled softly at me, but that wasn't what captured my attention. His eyes - surprise, surprise - were. They were that soft brown. Pools of comfort.

"Even now? After you've seen me freak out like a wild animal?" My voice was groggy and scratchy and it made me wince just hearing it. "Even now that I'm sitting her drowned by my own tears? You'd still choose this over Larissa Mallory 'any day'?"

I swiped at my eyes with the back of my left hand and sniffed. I knew that my face was blotchy and red from being so upset, but if he hadn't run away from looking at this, me at my worst, nothing was going to scare him away.

"Any day." He confirmed and walked towards me, slowly, as if I would cower back into the fetal position at any moment - which was a smart choice on his part because I wasn't even sure myself. "Let's go for a walk." I looked up at him and nodded. I uncurled my legs and stood. He walked in front of me and pulled the door open, gesturing for me to go out before him. It was sweet and exactly what I needed at the moment. For once, I was the one that someone took care of.

Outside it was like any other day in Forks. The wind was whipping gently through my hair, tangling it but not as badly as the day at the park. Jacob's hands were shoved into his pockets and he squinted at the view in front of us, leaving us in silence. I didn't need silence right now. I needed to finally let everything go. I'd given him the preview already with my little freak out. And he was being so patient. It was time to lay it on the table. I had a feeling if anyone could relate to me right now, it's him.

"Um, Jacob?" I stared straight ahead like he was, matching him stride for stride.

"Hmm?"

"Your… your mom. Can you tell me about her?" He sighed and shoved his hands deeper into his pockets. That was so stupid of me to even ask that. But I was one of those people who needed someone else to lead me into what I need to say. I almost took it back before he started to speak.

"Sarah." He said quietly. "Her name was Sarah and I don't know too much about her. I was young - too young to lose my mom, but it happened. I can tell you what I do remember though. She was beautiful. My dad likes to joke around about how he can't believe someone like her would choose him." He chuckled softly at that. "Her and my dad were out for a drive one night and… he came home but she didn't. My sisters can't even stand being in the house anymore because it reminds them of her. But they aren't the ones who get told constantly that they look like her. I do. And I feel like that's the only part that I've got left of her." He sighed and then looked down at me with a tiny smile. "I guess I'm kind of lucky in that though."

I nodded. I wasn't sure if I considered him lucky or unfortunate for never knowing his mom in a way that I knew my dad. In a way, he was lucky. He didn't have memories to haunt him whenever something in his mind was triggered. And in another way I felt sorry for him. He never got a chance to know her. His own mother. I felt the tears threaten to spill again, but I forced them back.

"Are you ok?" He stared down at me with worry. I glanced up and offered a tiny smile that didn't reach my eyes.

"My dad." I whispered. "He was my best friend. I did everything with him." I held back a sob that had collected in my throat. "When I was little, I remember wanted to be exactly like him. I wanted to become a cop, just like him, you know - to help people. Be a hero and all that jazz." He looked at me with encouraging eyes and waited for me to continue.

"I even remember secretly wishing that I was a boy because he would always joke around. He'd say that if I was a boy, when I got older we could sit around, drink beer while watching a football game and complain about our wives." I laughed softly and heard as Jacob chuckled with me.

"Every day I'd come home from school and hope that he'd be off work just so that we could hang out for awhile. And one day, a day when he was supposed to be off, when I came home… he wasn't there. So I went to sleep early, thinking that he'd just taken another shift to get some extra cash like he sometimes did. And then when I woke up the next morning…Mom was crying, sitting on a chair in my room, holding one of his shirts. She told me that he was s-shot, and burned to death. He was in a come for months before he d-died."

My sentences were coming out in hiccups now and I felt the sobs pounding at my chest.

Knock, knock.

"And now everything reminds me of him and how he died." I looked down at my feet. "That's why I ran that day. The first time I met you - when I shook your hand. It's just that… your hand was so hot, it was almost scalding. It just brought back some memories that I could deal with."

He was silent for a moment, taking it all in. I noticed that we had slowed down to a few steps per minute.

"The other day when you jumped at me for the chips, we were touching." It wasn't a question but it required an answer.

"It was easier to deal with because it wasn't direct contact." I shrugged my shoulders and focused on the ground.

"I think that it could change." My head shot up and I face him, but he was once again staring directly ahead. "Think about it, Via. Would your dad really want you to go through life scared of half of the things out there?"

"What? You mean like you, Jacob?" My words were harsh and unnecessary, but how dare he tell me that I have no right to have fears. I can be afraid of anything that I want to be afraid of and he shouldn't give a flying fuck if I do. I could be afraid of dandelions and it shouldn't concern him.

"Yes me, Via! Damn it. I've tried my damn hardest to be your friend and I've never consistently done anything for two weeks straight. I can see now that maybe this was a waste of time. We can't be friends if I'm not allowed within a foot of you because you're afraid of facing the truth. You can't hide from your past. I've lived every fucking day of my life without my mother and I've faced it. Hell, I'm still facing it. I see my father just staring at her picture sometimes and I feel like such an asshole for looking like her. I can see it in my dad's eyes when he looks at me. He misses her so much and I'm only bringing her around and making things painful for him.

I can't just leave him though. I'm all he has left, but you… you can get over your fear. Jesus, Via. If you'd fucking let me I could help you."

"Maybe I don't want to be fixed, Jake! Maybe I like being dysfunctional. I have been for a year, it's a part of me now." I stopped and faced him completely. "You can't help me. No one can. I'll be like this forever"

"You don't have to be. Please… just fucking let me in. Stop pushing me away."

"Just stop! You hardly know me, Jacob. You don't know how hard it is for me to be around you. Sometimes I just want to…" I cried out in frustration.

"What? What do you want?"

"Sometimes I just want to be able to let it go but I can't, Jacob, I can't. I know you want to help me, but you can't. Just understand that. We can be friends, we can… but you need to know that there are certain things I just can't do." His face became void of emotions as he stood there, towering over me. My breathing wavered as I saw the muscles in his chest rise and fall. I raised my hand to his chest, right over where his heart is and pressed my hand against his shirt.

"We can be friends, Jake. But… I have issues that I deal with every day." I felt his heart beating rapidly on the palm of my hand. It was mixed with the warmth of his skin seeping through his shirt. I could handle this much.

He looked down at me, his eyes slowly fading from black to brown again and whispered, "I'll help. At least let me try." I nodded up and him. "Come 'ere." He mumbled and I stumbled forward resting both my palms and my cheek on his chest. He carefully brought his hands to my shirt covered back, careful not to touch skin, and it was surprisingly okay. Nothing burned or brought back bad memories.

"But you need to tell me when you feel uncomfortable, V. Or I won't know." From that, I knew he was asking if being this close to him, with his arms around me was ok.

"This is fine." I mumbled into his chest and inhaled. He smelled good. Like pine trees and musk and just… Jacob.

It felt like we were standing that way forever, and when we finally pulled away I could feel the loss. It was much colder now and it was slightly uncomfortable. I'd forgotten how a little bit of warmth can make you feel happier, comforted. I sighed and mentioned something about how I should get home before Bridget gets back. He nodded and we turned back in the direction of my house.

He'd walked me to the doorstep and told me he was gonna head back to La Push and it was only then that I realized Alice's Porsche was gone. I hadn't even realized that she'd taken it. How the hell… never mind. I don't want to know how she got the keys… or how she'd gotten here.

"How are you gonna get home?" I asked, semi worried.

"V, don't worry. No on in Forks is an axe murderer or anything. And if they were, do you really think they'd try to attack me?" He laughed as he poked fun at my worrying. "You're so pretentious." I rolled my eyes at his cockiness and realized he was right. People would most likely mistake him for someone who'd be the attacker instead of the other way around.

"I'll see you around, Via." He smiled and turned to walk away. I rolled my eyes again and stepped into the house, only to see that I'd made a mess when I kicked the table over. I noticed it was back in place though. When had he done that? I smiled at the thought of me screaming and crying like a child and him picking up after me.

I plopped down on the couch and flipped through the channels, not worrying about the mess. I hadn't even known I was tired until I felt my eyes getting heavy and start closing in the middle of some stupid reality show. Moments later I was asleep.

"You don't know how long I've waited to tell you this." I was enveloped in a pair of strong arms and held tightly against a chest. I pressed my face farther into the strong, chiseled pecs and sighed in contentment. "I love you, Via."

I lifted my head to rest my chin on the chest and stared up, smiling. "You don't know how long I've wanted to hear that." I stood up on my tiptoes and kissed a set of full lips. "I love you too."

The arms lifted me up higher so that I wouldn't have to stand on my toes. The lips kissed mine harder and rougher then before. I wrapped my arms around a broad neck and pushed myself closer.

"I feel bad for you're little friend though. He thought he could fix everything." The voice was suddenly malicious and evil, a complete turn around from the sweet, loving notes from before.

I heard myself laughing along with the voice. "I told him he couldn't." And then the blurriness that was preventing me from seeing the person faded and I got a good look at him. His skin was so pale I could almost see the veins completely. His hair was a dark shade of brown and his eyes were blood red. His teethe were gleaming white, and razor sharp.

Then I got a good look at myself. I was no better. Red eyes, my hair cascading down my back in soft waves, and my skin paler then his. My mouth was glistening with a dark red. Blood.

We both turned to look at the ground to my right. On the floor, dead, was Jacob. I realized this was the first time I'd seen him and my heart ached. I suddenly ripped away from the arms and fell down next to him. I sobbed over his body and touched his face. It was cold. As I cried I slowly returned to normal and Jacob began to regain his heat. "Via, it's ok now. I'm here." His placed his hand on mine, the one that was on his face and rubbed circles on the back of it.

"I'm so sorry!" I wailed and sobbed more. He sat up and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

"I'm not giving up. No matter what."

"Don't leave me. Ever again." "Shh. I love you, V." "I don't love him. You. I love you." He soothed me again, whispering in my ear.

"I know, V. I know."

I jolted awake from my dream and felt flushed and hot. I got up, ran into the kitchen and splashed water on my face. I noticed my breathing was heavier and louder.

What the hell was that?

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Yay for short, sucky chapters! Ugh. I'm really upset with how this chapter turned out. But I knew it wasn't going to be super long.

I'm sorry : (

Next one is gonna be normal length, probably longer.

Please review! Via POV still guys?