Chapter 9- Somewhat innocent
Hey guys. So yeah, I get that I'm basically the worst writer in all of Fanfiction. I haven't updated in over a year, yeah yeah yeah. I know. Don't crucify me. Read and Review beauts.
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By the way. I just bought The Twilight Series. Just kidding. I wish.
Payson POV
What in the hell have I gotten myself into? Agreeing to be friends with Jacob Black was like jumping into a shark tank with a bloody nose. I swear if he calls me one more time, I will kill him. Like seriously kill him. Slowly. I have no time for his issues of being in love with me.
It was mid-day and I the only thing that I have done is lay on the couch and watch movies. I could go outside and get my tan on, but one problem I'm pretty sure there's a hurricane outside. I mean no big deal it's only rained like twelve times in the last week. Like what the actual fuck?
'knock, knock' I heard coming from the kitchen door. Which was really weird. Who the hell knocks on my backdoor?
"What do you want?" I yelled not bothering to even get off the couch. I heard the door open and I smelled him. I swear, he is so creepy, "Can your seriously not use the front door, freak?"
"What fun is using that? And I was already closer to that door. I was trying to decide whether to come in naked or not." He said and winked at me.
"Can you not?" I said unimpressed and made a barf face.
"Why are you laying on the couch?" He asked as I heard him ransack the kitchen. He still hadn't even came in the living room.
"Why are you here?"
"Touché." He said as he found the chip cabinet, "when are you patrolling?"
Hell no, I will not be telling him when I run patrol. Because lately whenever I do, the only thing that he does is mind-whisper perverted things towards me. Barf again.
"I don't know. I normally wait till… Paul shows up to tell me." I said stumbling over the words making it obvious that I was lying.
"Yeah, alright." He said not protesting. He was being weird because he still hadn't walked in the room to see me.
WHAT AM I EVEN SAYING? To 'see me'? I don't want to see him. No thanks. WHY AM I STANDING UP? WHY AM I WALKING TOWARDS THE KITCHEN?
I rounded the corner that opened me up into the kitchen. Bare naked ass was the next thing that I saw. I yelled.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE NAKED!" I yelled and covered my eyes.
"I told you that I was debating whether to come in here naked or not. I decided to be free." He purred. I could feel him step closer to him. He was close enough for me to feel his breath on my hand covering my eyes.
"Can you not?" I said repeating myself from earlier.
"You know at some point, you're going to have to fall in love with me? You are my imprint. It's inevitable." He said not moving. My fingers started to slowly open to look at him, but he was walking to the other end of the kitchen. I mean damn, look at that ass. He had rippling muscles down his back, butt, and his legs, "admiring the view?" He questioned.
"What are you talking about?" I closed my finger and said very suspiciously.
"I can hear your heart beating faster." He said with a cocky tone.
"Whatever, I mean look even if I was looking I highly doubt I would like what I see." I said trying to still recover because he was obviously winning this argument.
"Why are you still standing with your hand over your face then? Is it because you're afraid that if you take your hand down you won't be able to handle what you see and we'll have to have super hot sex on the table." I don't know how he did it, but his voice was smooth as butter. And I hated him for it.
"Because I don't enjoy seeing naked people and I choose to keep myself somewhat pure is the reason that I haven't taken my hand down. I will take my hand down and prove to you that I can 'handle' your naked self." I flung my hand down. As quickly as a blink I saw it all. I found his eyes and tried to put on the poker face.
"I can see you blushing," he said so surely. It made me want to kill him.
"You are so frustrating. I just want to smack-,"he cut me off.
"My ass."
"I hate you. You make me SO-" I paused, "So, so SOMETHING!" I said not being able to find the word because he made me so mad that I couldn't think straight. The fact that he was naked in my kitchen also may have fueled that. I also had not taken my eyes off his face this whole time.
"You don't hate me. If so, go ahead take a look. I mean if you hate me so much, you'll feel nothing or maybe you'll still think I'm hot, and we'll have hot hate sex. I hear that that's the best. Ask Paul. He makes Rachel so mad sometimes."
"Barf." I said gagging a little. I do NOT need that mental image. Yuck. Yuck. Yuck.
"Stop denying it." He said and took a step closer, "You damn well know that I am in love with you and if this is the only way that I get you to notice me then I guess I will become a nudist." He said actually having some sort of emotion.
I quickly closed the distance between us and kept my eyes up, "Denial is only the first step of excepting other things as well. You know like death. And these two are sort of the same thing. Being your imprint and death. Basically the death of my soul." I said half playful and seductive and half serious. I brought my hand to his naked chest and ran it down straight until I felt his abs start to form a 'V'. I heard his breathing catch and his heart speed up.
I turned around and walked out of the kitchen feeling accomplished, noticing that my brother, Quil, Embry, and Sam standing in the doorway silently watching. I continued on my way out of the kitchen feeling pretty triumphant.
"Oh man, I don't even want to know. But I can tell you one thing. She has you wrapped around her finger so tightly." Sam said ending it with a whip sound.
"Jacob! What the fuck are you doing in my kitchen eating my chips NAKED?!" Paul roared. I could hear the veins popping out of his forehead. I couldn't help but wonder how much the boys had saw.
Jacob POV
I've done it. I've cemented it. She's in love. I can totally tell. Now I have to deal with Paul though. I guess I didn't think this whole thing through.
