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'Just a couple more days,' I thought to herself.

A couple more days when all the pain I felt would be gone, and I'd never have to communicate with anyone from the pack ever again; I was going to run away. Run somewhere far, far away and no one would be able to find me. Somewhere where I can be myself without having anyone judge me for my past, or remind me of the fact that my 'true love' was taken right under my nose by my cousin. And I know that running away never solves anything, that I should just confront the problem, but there was absolutely no way in hell that I would confront Sam and Emily, cause let's face it. Every time I see them together, all lovey dovey and happy with each other, I just get the sudden urge to punch Emily in the fact, and knee Sam in the nuts.

Yeah. Just a couple more days.

No one knew anything of it, the plan that I had for running away. If I would say so myself, I was as sly as a fox, always thinking of some random ass shit when I phased, and I packed things carefully, bit by bit and putting it in the trunk of my car, letting everything slowly accumulate for the day I would finally leave this hell – hole and my past behind.

It was a fool proof plan. At least, I hope it was.

There are some things that you can hide from the rest of the world, but that doesn't mean that not a single person knew what you were hiding.

I was almost done packing the remaining clothes I had in my closet until I heard a voice coming from the hallways.

"Hey Leah?"

I jumped up and shoved what clothes I folded into the closet in a panic mode, hoping that I would be able to hide the evidence.

"Yeah?" I said as I sat down on the bed.

"Ready for patrol tonight? You promised Quil that you'd switch shifts with him so he could hang out with Claire, remember?"

How could I forget? All I kept hearing was "Leeeah, switch with me. Please?", "Look at this face? How can you say no to this face?", among with many others until I finally snapped and said yes for the fear of someone having their nuts permanently damaged. God, anything to make him shut up, I swear. If I had to compare it to anything, it was like someone giving a donkey some weed to smoke, and all you hear is that annoying little sound they made. Worst 10 minutes of my life. Ever.

"Leah?"

I snapped out of my flashback.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I said, are you ready for patrol tonight," he repeated to me as if I were a 6 – year – old.

"Oh. Yeah. Of course," I said, giving him a weak smile to show him I was, hoping he wouldn't see right through me.

He did.

"Leah, is everything okay?"

Shit.

"Yeah, of course. Why wouldn't it be?" I asked nervously.

"Oh, I don't know. You just seem to have that look on your face that something's wrong," he said, concern shown clearly on his face.

"Nothing's wrong," I said as my eyes instinctively flashed to the closet. I looked back at Jacob and hoped that he didn't see, but unfortunately he did.

He walked over to my closet and opened it. He saw it all; the clothes strewn everywhere that were half – folded and half – not and the labeled boxes that I thought I had packed in the trunk of my car, but obviously not.

I quickly walked over and shut it again, fiddling with my fingers and pondering what I was going to say to him.

He looked down.

"When?" he asked softly.

"In a couple days," I half whispered.

There was a long awkward silence.

"Why? Is it because of S - "

"DON'T SAY HIS NAME," I screamed, trying to keep the tears in my eyes. "Don't you ever say that asshole's name."

I couldn't help myself, and I broke down.

"If it weren't for him and the imprinting shit, I wouldn't be like this. If she never visited, I wouldn't be like this. If I never introduced them I wouldn't be like this," I sobbed, looking down at the floor as tears were streaming down my face.

He brought both his hands to my face and made me look at him.

"Be like what Leah?" he whispered.

"I wouldn't be this bitchy. I wouldn't have to feel as if I'm nothing to the whole damn world, and I wouldn't feel like shit all the fucking time." I said, averting my eyes as a couple more tears found their way down my cheeks.

"Leah, look at me."

I hesitated, but I did.

"You are a beautiful individual being, and don't you ever let anyone make you feel as if you're worthless, do you hear me?"

I blinked at him. My alpha, calling me out of all people beautiful. Not even he ever called me that.

I sniffled and wiped away my tears as I nodded, though I knew it wasn't true at all.

"Leah … " he whispered. "What will make you stay here with me? With us, the pack?"

By then I was done with pitying myself and started to fold the laundry and pack them in boxes again, even though I knew that now, a part of me wanted to stay.

"There's nothing for me here," I replied slowly, as if it were a question that I myself didn't know the answer to. Was there, in fact, anything for me here at all? I mean, there's gotta be something, right?

"What about your friends?"

I scoffed.

"What friends? My whole high school life was about me and him. I never bothered making friends, and let's face it, I'd hardly call any of the leeches 'friends'. The pack aren't really my 'friends' considering the fact that they think I'm a total bitch that's cold and heartless despite the fact that they've already known what I've gone through in life. So again, what friends are you referring to?"

"Ouch. I thought that at least I was considered a friend, but apparently not," he muttered.

"Jake, you're my Alpha. It's a slave and boss relationship. I hardly think it was a friend and friend relationship."

"And if I said I didn't want to have a friend to friend relationship with you? What would you do then?" he asked with a curious look on his face.

I stopped folding.

"I don't think I understand the question … "

He sighed.
"Leah … what if I wanted to be more than friends. What would you have done then?"

As if the little gears in my head finally clicked together, I actually thought about that. What would have I done? I mean, sure, Jacob was a nice guy when he's not being a total bitch commanding people to do shit. He was also hot, I gotta admit that too, what with his eight – pack abs and perfectly sculpted body.

I've also seen him naked before from phasing and my god is his … ahem … big. Though I'd never admit this in a million years, I always wondered what would've happened if he and I were together. A relationship or a one night stand, I've always wondered.

"I'm not sure," I finally said.

He walked over to me slowly, and kissed me.

I didn't know how to respond. I mean, I saw this coming kind – of sort – of, but I literally didn't know what to do, so I stood there. It was soft. Tender. As if he were afraid that if he wasn't careful, I'd break.

As soft as it was though, I felt a jolt of electricity going down my back, and I think he felt it too, because when he pulled away, he whispered, "Wow."

"Wow," I whispered back, almost as if it were to myself.

"Still think there's nothing here for you?"

I chuckled.

"Consider staying here, for me? Please?"

I looked up and saw the warmth in his eyes. I was thinking of all the excuses that I made up just so I could leave, and now that this happened, I don't know if I could anymore. Something inside of me, perhaps my heart, told me to just accept whatever this is that life threw at me. Embrace it, it kept saying. So I said what I had to, knowing the fact that I could just get hurt again.

"Sure."

Yes, I knew that the possibility of Jacob to imprint was big, but hey. Everyone has a shot at their happily ever after, right?

He pulled me back in for another kiss.

Right.

[A/N] Hey guys, it's me again. Well, I updated a little earlier this week, and hopefully I'll have enough inspiration to strike me to update another one, but school's a drag. Yeah …

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