Ok all of you guys suck

Ok all of you guys suck. I mean it. Except for geekyguirl and Bookworm since birth all of you 274 people are the worst people I have ever known. Would it really disrupt your day so much to leave just two words of acceptance or distain…really…think about that now…would it…let me answer for you incase you had any alternative ideas…NO IT WOULD NOT. Really guys I don't know whether I should just stop embarrassing myself now and stop writing or if you like the story and are just being reserved about it. If you have ever written a story you know what I mean, I didn't know until I started writing now I write reviews for every single story I read! Really guys 2 words that's all I need – more is not necessary but would be appreciated.

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Abs

Abs

Abs

Abs

That's all that was running through my mind.

I don't know how much longer I could stand being able to stay sane. Let's just say that, to be underestimated, the boy was completely RIPPED.

I could just imagine what he would feel like. What his shirt would look like ripped and laying on the floor. NONONONONONONONONO YOU.ARE.STILL.PISSED…

Oh, right…..damn-it.

Sitting behind him on the bike, it was hard to think of anything else but him. So I closed my eyes. My senses came back to me when I felt the wind.

There's something about going really fast and feeling the wind on your face. Not only is it energizing, it's calming. It's inhibition-less. It's the only true feeling freedom. The wind whipping at your hair and skin tells you that it's taking you away, if only for a minute, and that for this time only you have nothing to worry about. I live for it.

Jake's apartment was small, I'll admit. But it was so comfortable. It was on the second floor and he held my hand all the way up. Oh my GOD. . .

When we walked in he threw his jacket on a chair and stomped into another room. I took off my coat and hung it gently on the back of the chair and quietly searched for him.

The room he had stepped into was the kitchen. Jake was there on the far side of the counter with his arms braced on the counter and his head hung low between them. He seemed to be breathing heavy, almost growling, and muttering to himself at the same time.

I cautiously took a step into the room. His back tensed. I put my hand on the doorframe almost as if to steady myself, it was a reflex.

"I know it sucks, I have to see Paul go through it all the time. They think that he's too young or whatever they think and then he goes into these rages…and who's left to clean up his mess, yea (I laughed) that would be me." I said with a smile on my face, now with the urge to comfort him.

"You don't know anything. You're just an insignificant little girl." I almost gasped at his words and the venom in them.

Too shocked to say anything else, I walked into the other room. It was the first room, the one at the front door. There was a couch, a very little coffee table, and an even smaller t.v., not exactly the Ritz but totally what I was used to.

I plopped myself down on the couch and crossed my arms. So this is what I have to deal with, a testosterone filled werewolf, horny teenage werewolves, and a drunken mother. LADIES AND GENTS THE ADAMS DOUGHTER LIVES!! Thank you, thank you.

I came to a very quick and painless decision. If Jake was going to be this pain in my ass all night then I have no choice but to counter-attack. When he walked into the room it was silent. He sat down on the other side of the couch, almost falling off it. Hahahahah. Holy cheese this was going to be easy. I turned my body completely facing his. He was watching me.

"So what made you come back to this teensy little dump?" I questioned with a smirk.

"Life, duty, respect for the pack." He said after a while with his fingers over his lips.

"well then…why did you leave?"

"Why do you need to know?"

"Maybe I want to know the strange man who's keeping me in his apartment for the night, maybe I want to know if you committed a crime, maybe I'm bored."

"I left because of Bella Sw…Cullen, I was in love with her and she decided to marry a bloodsucker and he turned her into one of them. I left because I kept seeing her face in my mind and every time I did I had to change. I left because I needed to feel human for a while. I left because everyone here was getting pissed at hearing my thoughts and I couldn't take it anymore."

I sat in silence. I was expecting him to put up a fight. If I had known I probably wouldn't have asked. Duh oxymoron. I looked down at my legs which were curled under me. I felt totally mean now. I didn't know what to say.

"Can I ask you a question?" He said. I looked up, he was still watching me but this time with a little hate of his own.

"I think it seems fair…I didn't know, I'm so-" he cut me off.

"Do you really sleep with all of them?"

My eyes got soooooooooooo big.

He quirked an eyebrow.

"Yes I have, at some point or another. Once they get imprints they move on, but there are always others." If he was going to be blunt with me then I was going to be blunt with him.

No holding back.

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After 3 hours, and multiple glaring matches, I had found out a lot about Jake.

Unfortunately he found out a lot about me as well.

I found out that his favorite color was green the color of my eyes…but that can't have had anything to do with his answer; he must have had that favorite color for years. He was in love with Bella, and she broke his heart; I had heard of Bella and the Cullen's from the other boys so I knew the story. He hated reading and almost all forms of art – what a shame. Among many other very subtle likes, Jacob Black hated the world.

Our "discussions" got extremely heated to the point where 4 times we had to separate ourselves. We kept inching toward each other with every inappropriate question.

"WHY don't you just tell them that you want back into the pack then?!" I almost screamed.

"BECAUSE they won't understand, they don't understand. Why do you keep asking all these questions?!" he yelled back.

I looked at him and – call it hormones, call it a shift in the universe, call it god forsaken FREAKIN insanity – I smiled and shrugged my shoulders. I started laughing. I was trying so hard to piss him off to no avail, while he was pushing back. The world was hilarious just then.

I noticed he wasn't laughing so I quieted mine down. He got up angrily and went into the kitchen. I sighed and threw my head back over the back of the couch. I turned it slightly and tried to peer into the kitchen. I couldn't see Jake.

I got up from my very warm spot on the couch and made my way into the kitchen.

He was leaning against the far wall with his head tilted back. I could see the muscles ripping through his arms. His defined jaw led down to a perfect neck and I could see just the tip of his chest above his shirt collar. His jeans were just tight enough to not be gay but still showing off the fact that you knew his legs were just as fine. His jaw was locked and tense. The entire stance giving him that troubled, strong, defensive, bad look…it was REALLY working for him.

I walked over and put my hand on his shoulder very gently and very slowly, I didn't want to disturb him if he didn't want it.

He opened his eyes and looked at me, I mean really looked at me. His chin came down to a normal height. With a look of utter dominance in his eyes, his hands reached my hips. I was completely frozen. The intensity of his eyes, well, lets just say that no man has ever looked at me that way. I gulped and stared right back, hoping with everything that was in me that he caught the same look in my eyes.

His hands began to push me back. With every step I took he seemed to be getting closer even though we were going in the same direction.

As soon as we hit the counter his lips were on mine. I couldn't handle it anymore, his mouth, his smell, his arms around me was too much to handle. I kissed him back with even more vigor than before.

My hands wound in his hair. One of his went around my back and another made a fist with my hair. There was no mercy in the way he kissed me. He pushed my lips so hard I was forced to lean back over the counter. When we both came up for air I pushed my hips into his. He growled and bit my lower lip. Both of his hands came down to my hips now and he pushed himself into me. I groaned and my forehead leaned against his chest. He moved his left hand up to cup my cheek as he moved blindly to find my lips with his. Both of us were panting into each others mouths while trying to get closer with every kiss. He grabbed my right knee and hitched it around his hip, putting his sex right in my crotch. Shifting upward earned a hiss of pleasure from me which he answered with a grown.

Then there was a burst of thunder from outside…

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