Okay, in this chapter, we meet the Leah from the books. The bitter harpy who hates life. I was inspired to write this chapter when I got my new MP3 player and listened to Welcome to My Life by Simple Plan. Awesome song!
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"Can I come in?"
Crap. Jake again. "You see what you've done, Seth?" I ask, feigning sarcasm. "I let you in here, now Jake wants to come in here. Next thing I know, all of La Push will be telling me to clean my room so they can squeeze in here!"
"Leah, seriously, can I come in."
"I don't care what you do."
The door opened. "Hey, Leah. Seth."
"Jacob," Seth said coldly.
"Whoa, Seth, what's up with that?" I asked. "Did I miss something?"
"No!" Jake said at the same time Seth said, "Oh yeah."
"Tell me!"
"Leah, you really-" Jake started, but I cut him off.
"Yeah, I really want to know, and I'm having a really stressful day, and if you don't tell me, I do have another bag of Oreos, and then I'll get fat."
"Actually, the odds of you getting fat are very slim. As wolves, we eat-"
"Jake, you're getting on my nerves really fast."
"It's just that, well… Seth, please, spare me, just tell her."
"Oh yeah sure! I'll just tell her! Get out."
"Seth, I think you're-"
"Get out of our house!"
"Seth, I still-"
"GET OUT!"
If I hadn't been dying to know what could possibly be this bad, I would have been impressed at how grown up my baby brother had become.
"Seth, what is it? Did Jake do something?"
"Sort of…"
"Seth," I groaned. "I don't like riddles."
"Well, you know how Jake imprinted on you?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, I guess that since you're, well, you know, a wolf now…"
"Seth, spit it out!"
"Jake's imprint broke! He cant be imprinted on another wolf apparently!"
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"Leah? Leah, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to yell it at you, but you were yelling at me, and I was still pissed at Jake, and I just-"
"He doesn't love me any more?"
"He said, well, okay, here, his exact words were, 'you know how if you pull a rope the little strands break, until there's only a couple left?' I guess that's how he loves you now."
"Oh."
"Leah, I-"
He tried to wrap his arms around me, but I pulled away. Instead, I stood up and walked into the kitchen.
"Does Mom still keep the red wine in the top cupboard?"
"Yeah, but Leah, I don't think-"
"Shut up! I don't care what you think! I'm legal now, okay!"
"Leah, you don't have to yell at me!"
"Well, if it weren't for all you stupid werewolves, I wouldn't-!"
"You happen to be one of those 'stupid werewolves'!" Seth yelled, cutting me off.
I didn't answer. Instead, I opened a bottle of wine and poured myself a glass. I downed the whole glass of wine in one drink. I poured myself another glass. I don't know how many glasses I'd had when Seth stormed out, or how many bottles I'd finished before Jake walked back in.
"Leah, I-Shit Leah! Are you drunk."
"I think, that maybe, it is the least bit likely that I may possibly be a little teeny-tiny bit drunk." I'm pretty sure that's the last thing I said before I passed out.
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I woke up in my bed. I noticed three things. Here's the order I noticed them in:
1 Jake wasn't wearing any shoes,
2 Jake was in my room,
3 and my head hurt like hell.
Seriously, before I realized anything else, I noticed that Jake wasn't wearing any shoes or socks. One minute, I'm unconscious, the next minute, I'm waking up, thinking, Jacob Black isn't wearing any shoes or socks. Seriously.
"Nice job, Leah," Jake said as soon as he noticed I was regaining consciousness. "Sam brought Samantha home about ten minutes after you passed out and I carried you in here. I told them I didn't know what to do with her. So now she's with Billy. You're really lucky she didn't see you passed out on the kitchen floor!"
"Get out Jake," I mumbled, rolling over. I don't know why, but at the time I was sure that I had yelled it.
"No. I'm staying right here, until-"
"Why!?" I yelled, as suddenly my headache could wait. I sat up dizzily. "Why did you even come back over here? You don't love me. I get it! I'm a freaky girl-wolf! I'm a freaking of nature, and I'm just bound to live life miserable and alone!"
"Alone?" Jake asked, his tone softening. "You have Samantha. And you have me."
"Stop placating me, Jacob Black! You un-imprinted on me! I know, I get it, so just get out! You don't have to sit here and lie to me!
