Chapter 10: Prom Night

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Farrah hurriedly did her hair as she strategically attempted to put it up into a French roll. It was her third try, luckily the third time really worked like a charm. Jacob would arrive there to pick her up in about thirty minutes so she ran across her room in a rush.

"Farrah." Chelsea barged into her bedroom as Farrah was putting on her halter-top light blue dress.

"I'm changing my clothes. Can't you knock?" She finished putting on her dress as she gave Chelsea a glare.

"Who cares, I have boobs too." She said as she casually sat down on her bed.

"You are unbelievable sometimes." She muttered to herself.

"So you're going with Jacob to prom?" She questioned as she twirled a strand of her red hair. Chelsea was already dressed for prom, waiting for Sebastian to come get her. Yes, Sebastian had ended up being her date.

"Yeah." Farrah nodded her head as she rubbed lotion onto her legs.

"So are you guys going to you know…." Her words trailed off with a mischievous manner.

"Going to what?"

"Go to a motel and get it on." Chelsea simply said.

Farrah's jaw dropped, "we're just friends. I'm not going to sleep with him. That's absurd."

"Why not? He already comes into your bedroom all the time at night." She casually said. This made Farrah turn red and feel a quick nervousness. She was surely going to get into trouble now. How did she know?

"I don't know what you're talking about." She denied as she slipped on a pair of silver heels.

"I heard you two talking. Don't play dumb with me." Chelsea smugly spoke.

"I'm not playing dumb."

"I know what I heard. It was Jacob's voice." She stood up, eyeing Farrah carefully, "I bet you two are pretty good fucking friends." Her voice made the word fucking stand out.

Farrah stood in front of her as she glared at her, "nothing is going on."

"What if I were to say that I….." Chelsea smirked, "think your father should know."

"What?" She whispered in disbelief. This can't be happening.

"Yeah." She placed her hands on her hips, "unless you do something that prevents that."

"What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to." Chelsea paused for a moment, "show Sebastian some affection. It'll make Jacob get over you, so then I can have a shot."

Farrah couldn't believe what Chelsea was saying. It was ignorant and stupid. She was silent in response, not knowing what to say.

"It's not that much to give up. All I want is a chance with Jacob."

"He's not even into me. I don't know what's the point in trying to blackmail me into flirting with Sebastian."

"You may not see the point, but I do." Chelsea proceeded towards the door, "so if you don't do it, I'll tell on you."

Farrah was left fuming from anger. I can't believe she's ruining my prom night. I'm not going to flirt with Sebastian, but I don't want my dad to find out…He'll hate Jacob. It's not like I can tell him the truth. That Jacob only sleeps in my bed because I'm a huge baby, who can't deal with the fear of vampires. Then, I would have to tell him that Jacob is no ordinary teenage boy. He's a werewolf. This sucks.

Farrah gazed at her lovely corsage. The corsage was filled with beautiful pink orchids. Her eyes couldn't tear away from it; she just kept constantly admiring it. How did Jacob even know she liked pink orchids? It was silent as Jacob drove his truck, concentrating on the long stretch of road that headed to Forks.

She broke the silence, "this corsage is beautiful. How did you know this was my favorite flower?"

He smirked, recalling how he had Embry casually ask her, "I have my ways."

"Well, spill your ways."

"Nah."

"Jake, you suck." She laughed. There was a second thing besides her corsage that she couldn't take her eyes off of. Jacob looked incredibly handsome, dressed formally. He looked even more stunning than he did at her father's wedding. If only she knew how much he went through to nail the perfect appearance. He had to ask for Quil and Embry's help, also having to suffer by trying on a bunch of formal undershirts.

"I don't suck." He smirked.

"In my book, you do."

"Not everyone follows your book. Your book is boring. My book is exciting." He continued to tease her.

"Shut up and just drive." She told him.

"Alright. You're so bossy."

"I am not bossy!" Farrah countered his claim.

"Whatever Fare."

The rest of the drive was filled with small talk of teasing each other. That was always their thing; teasing each other. It'd be weird if they didn't. Jacob now nervously pulled up into the Fork's High School parking lot. He felt somewhat embarrassed, driving his rugged truck. It couldn't compete with the few lavish limos he saw. Most students came in cars though, so that made him feel a little better.

"Are you ready to show up with me as your date?" He chuckled as he questioned her, "I'll be the hottest one there tonight." He joked, as he felt anxious.

"That's not funny because it's probably true." She said, immediately regretting she said that. I just called him hot. Not just hot, but the hottest one there.

"So you think I'm hot?"

"Shut up." She went to reach for the door, preparing to get out of the truck.

"No." Jacob stopped her, "I want to do this right. I'm supposed to be a perfect gentlemen, opening doors for you."

"We both know that you're no gentlemen." She joked.

He smiled as he got out of the truck first, walking to her side. He opened the door for her, holding his arm out. Farrah was tempted to do something impulsively crazy. Going to prom with Jacob was not like going with any other guy. He was the kind of guy; she could just have a fun time with. Not the elegant night, prom was supposed to be. It'd be a crazy fun night.

She reluctantly took his arm, "let's go."

They proceeded towards the Fork's High School Gym, where tons of other students were also heading to. Farrah felt self-conscious as she noticed a random guy stare at her chest. Oh boy, he's looking at me boobs. This night is going to be something else.

"Are you okay?" Jacob asked worriedly.

"Yeah, of course I am."

Her mood lightened up as she noticed various girls gazing at Jacob. Their eyes expressed the desire to have him on their arms, instead of their dates. At least I have the hottest date a girl could ask for. They strolled into the gym, giving their tickets to the commissioners up front. Finally, the supposed passage of life was about to begin. Farrah eyed the gym observantly, catching glimpses of beautiful sparkling paper that decorated the ceiling. About four banners were hung around the gym, each reading Prom Night.

"Farrah!" Chelsea called from far away where she sat with Sebastian at a small table.

"Quick." Farrah grabbed Jacob, "let's head this way and pretend we didn't notice her."

It was too late as Chelsea came bouncing wildly towards them, "come sit with us."

He started to form an excuse, "we were going--"

Farrah interrupted, "ok, we'll sit with you." She couldn't help but be nice. Great, I just put us both into a dangerous situation. It's just dangerous when it comes to being around Chelsea. I can't forget what she told me earlier though….poor Jacob.

They now headed towards Sebastian and Chelsea's table. Jacob silently was angered, not in the mood to see Sebastian. He had permanently installed fear into him, after he had a small talk with him about keeping his hands off of Farrah. It was hilarious how he reacted to Jacob's threats. He reacted like a frightened child that thought they saw a ghost.

"Sebastian, you know Jacob, right?" Chelsea asked as they all sat down.

"Yeah." He nodded his head, averting eye contact from him.

"Hi Sebastian." He greeted him with a kind smile. Behind that smile, numerous thoughts ran in Jacob's mind. Thoughts such as, he better keep away from Farrah tonight. I'd really love to hit him right in his face.

"You look handsome Jacob." Chelsea complimented him as she gazed at him.

"Thank you." He politely said, wanting to desperately move.

"So are you guys going to dance?" Farrah asked.

"Only if you guys dance." Chelsea responded with a fake chipper smile, "first though, I have to go to the bathroom. Come with me Farrah." She stood up.

Farrah wanted to answer no, but reluctantly agreed to go, "alright."

She stood up secondly as they headed towards the bathroom, leaving Jacob and Sebastian alone. I hope Jacob doesn't say something mean…They walked into the bathroom as it was full. A crowd of girls were flocked in there, checking their make-up and overall appearance.

"Look." Chelsea suddenly turned angry, "you better start making a move on Sebastian."

"No." She shook her head.

"Then, you'll get in trouble and won't be able to see Jacob anymore." Her red hair vibrantly sparkled in the light.

If only she knew, that Jacob was a werewolf, with extraordinary abilities that could never prevent me from seeing him. I wouldn't want my dad to hate him though, that'd be bad….A protective instinct flickered within her, telling her to just go along with what Chelsea said. She wanted to protect Jacob's character from being wrongfully hated.

"Well?" Chelsea grinned, already knowing she had her way.

"What do you want me to do?" Her voice grew serious.

"I want you to dance with Sebastian, kiss him. The whole works."

The thought of kissing Sebastian made her lips snarl in a disgusted expression, "I'll do anything for Jacob's character to not be trashed."

"You are smart, just like everyone says." She smiled, "well, let's go back out there."

Farrah followed her back towards their table, where Jacob and Sebastian sat in silence. Her heart pounded, regretting to agree to what Chelsea wanted. She couldn't do it; she couldn't act like she wanted Sebastian.

"Hey Jake." Farrah sat next to him as she managed to put on a fake smile.

"Do you wanna dance?" He casually asked as he took a sip of punch.

She was hesitant as Chelsea stared at her. Her angry eyes reminded Farrah of what her answer was supposed to be, "not right now. I'd rather sit down."

"I'll dance with you Jake." Chelsea volunteered herself.

He reluctantly answered her, "umm…sure. I guess." She stood up, practically dragging him to the dance floor. Jacob stood awkwardly still as Chelsea moved fast paced to the song. He started moving, knowing he'd look stupid if he didn't. Farrah observed them carefully as she felt Sebastian's eyes burning into her head.

"So Farrah." Began Sebastian, "how have you been?"

She turned her head towards him, "I've been doing fine. You?"

"I've been great, but at the same time sad…"

She hadn't been talking to Sebastian much after her father's wedding. That was probably what was upsetting him, "I know I haven't been speaking to you much, but that's only because of what you did."

"I'm sorry." He apologized, "I just really like you."

"That's no excuse. You tried to grab me inappropriately. Besides, I'm with Jacob." She said. Great, I'm supposed to be acting like I want him. I can't though, I can't do this.

"I know you're with him. He let me know that…" He thought of when Jacob threatened him.

A new fast-paced song started as Chelsea beamed happily. Everything was finally going her way, she was in control. Jacob could be hers.

"Jacob."

He looked down at her, "what is it?"

"I was wondering something." She flirtatiously moved closer to him.

He slightly moved away, "what are you wondering?"

"Do you like brunettes, blondes, or…" She neared him even closer now, "red heads?"

Jacob didn't have to think about the question, already knowing his answer, "I like blondes." His eyes wandered towards their table where Farrah still sat with Sebastian. He definitely liked blondes.

"Farrah doesn't want you." Chelsea's voice cut into his thoughts. The fluorescent lighting that made the dance floor appear more appealing, made Chelsea's skin look oddly pale. He tried to focus on what he saw, instead of what she had said.

She continued on, "she likes Sebastian. I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but it's true. Look at them."

Jacob looked at them once again, this time the sight made him stop moving. He studied them as Sebastian was holding her hand from across the table. Their hands on the center of the table. Farrah wasn't resisting, she just smiled.

"See." Chelsea nudged him, "I told you so."

"But, she doesn't like him." He felt a burning of jealously, heartbreak, and anger blending into him at that moment. How could she do this? Isn't it obvious the way I feel? Does it even matter the way I feel? Maybe I'm just jumping to conclusions too fast. Farrah and Sebastian suddenly stood up as they made their way to the dance floor. A slow song began to play as the fast-paced one had been cut off. Not a slow song…

"Jacob, don't just stand there. Let's dance." Chelsea roughly pulled him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He tried to pay attention to dancing, but he couldn't. His eyes kept following Farrah and Sebastian.

Farrah wrapped her arms around Sebastian's neck, not believing what she was doing. Her head began to conduct false images of Jacob. She pretended it was him instead, it made the dance tolerable.

"You know, this is nice." Sebastian said as he held her close. She wanted to squirm away from him.

"Yeah, it's nice." She responded.

The fluorescent lightings made everything brighter. Her gray eyes blinked as a girl who wore a yellow dress passed by. The lighting made the yellow appear bright neon.

"Can I ask you for a favor?" Sebastian spoke in a smooth voice.

"Sure." She nodded her head regretfully.

"Can I…" He paused as he locked eyes with hers, "kiss you?"

Farrah immediately averted eye contact with him. She didn't want to answer his question. Her eyes gazed where Jacob danced with Chelsea, she longed to be in Chelsea's shoes at the moment. Jacob stared at her, making eye contact with her. Betrayal filled his eyes.

Farrah's eyes directed back to Sebastian's face, which neared her. He was going to kiss her. I have to let it happen. What I'm I doing? I have more dignity than this. I can't do this. Flashes of betrayal in Jacob's eyes, filled her head.

"Stop." She gently pushed Sebastian away, "I can't do this."

Many pale-skinned people surrounded her. It reminded her of vampires, even though she knew they weren't vampires. So many paled skinned people frightened her. Curse the fluorescent lighting. An unexpected face appeared several feet away from her. A paled-skinned face that thirsted for blood. It was Daniel's face. His braid dangled in front of him. Fear enveloped her, causing her to run off the dance floor. Some people stopped dancing as they watched her. Farrah moved towards where they had been sitting. She stared out into the dance floor once again, but Daniel was gone. I must be seeing things. If he really was here, Jacob wouldn't be dancing. The feeling of foolishness took over her. She was a fool for running. Running from what her mind tricked her into seeing. This was the worse prom ever, she wanted to escape it. Farrah daringly ran towards the gym's exit doors, running outside.

Jacob saw her run outside as worry overcame him. She might've liked Sebastian and broke his heart, but she was still his friend. He couldn't stand there, knowing something was wrong. He walked off the dance floor, leaving Chelsea with her mouth hanging open. He headed towards the exit doors, walking outside to find Farrah by her lonesome. She stood in the cold as she stared out towards the school.

"Fare." He approached cautiously, "what's wrong?"

"Jake." She swiftly turned around, "this night sucks. Prom's supposed to be fun, but it sucks."

He blamed himself, "sorry I'm a bad date."

"It's not you. It's Chelsea, Sebastian, and my damn mind!" Her voice grew into a shout, "I thought I saw Daniel! How stupid I'm I?"

"There's no vampires here." He assured her.

"Of course there's no vampires here. I didn't become aware of my common sense until after I ran off the dance floor." She said.

Jacob couldn't hold in his true feelings surrounding her and Sebastian, "why were you all over Sebastian?"

She blinked twice at this question, "what?"

"Why were you all over him and letting him be all over you? You were going to kiss him." Anger leaked out of his voice.

"It's complicated."

"Do you think I'm too stupid to understand?" He said.

"No. It's not even worth explaining."

"Why would you do that?" His voice expressed pain.

She knew she had to tell him the truth, "because of Chelsea."

"What do you mean?" He gave a puzzled expression.

"She told me she'd tell my dad about you coming into my bedroom in the middle of the night, if I didn't flirt with Sebastian. I did it for you Jake. I didn't want my dad to think of you as a bad person." She explained, feeling better.

He was silent, not knowing how to respond.

"I'm sorry." She whispered as she gazed up at him.

"You would do that to yourself, for me?" He felt a warm feeling erupt into his stomach. He knew how much she truly cared for him now.

"Of course." She blushed.

"Wow…" He felt his cheeks turning slightly red.

"Jake, I don't want to go back in there. I'll pay you back for the tickets for not fully using them. I don't want to go back in though." She said abruptly.

"its fine, you don't have to pay me back."

"I don't want to go home either."

"We can go on a drive, if you want." He suggested.

"I'd like that." She agreed to it. They walked towards his truck as Jacob generously handed her his jacket. He would get too hot in it anyways. He also stripped off his undershirt, revealing a tight black t-shirt that hugged his muscles. Jacob drove away from the school, heading towards the long stretch of road that led out of Forks. Farrah shivered slightly, still feeling cold.

He noticed, inviting her to lean against him for his warmth, "come here." He held out his hand, offering warmth.

She gratefully took it, scooting towards him. He smirked, putting an arm over her shoulder. She leaned her head onto his shoulder as her heartbeat raced wildly.

"I love that you're so warm." She snuggled her head closer to his shoulder.

"It comes in handy for moments like these." He smirked still, loving the feeling of her snuggled against him.

"Can I turn on the radio?" She asked, wanting to hear music.

"Sure." She leaned forward, turning it on. Her finger lightly tapped the button as she searched for decent music. Nothing was decent though. Her finger suddenly stopped as she found the song: I turn to you by Christina Aguilera. It was the second time the song had played when they had been together.

"This is our song." Jacob confidently said.

"What?"

"It played at the wedding too, and now it's playing now."

"It's just a coincidence." Farrah said, not liking how Jacob said, 'our song'. It made them sound like a couple.

"I don't think so." He suddenly pulled into an unfamiliar dirt road.

Farrah stared around at the unfamiliarity, feeling a little weary. The night had been exhausting after all, "where are we going?"

"Don't worry. It's just an isolated road I can park on." He explained.

She listened, trusting his judgment of taking her to an isolated road. He parked after driving a mile into the dirt road. The song that made Farrah feel uneasy still played. The lyrics throbbed into her head. For a shield from the storm; for a friend; for a love to keep me safe and warm. I turn to you…for the strength to be strong: For the will to carry on; for everything you do; for everything that's true, I turn to you.. She tried to block the lyrics out of her mind, but it didn't work.

"Can I change the song?" She asked as she sat on her knees comfortably.

"No. It's our song." He spoke seriously.

"Come on Jake. Romantic songs aren't comfortable to listen to when you're with your friends." She pointed out.

He felt offended at the words. Friends, "is that all we are still?" He mumbled.

She couldn't hear him clearly, so she leaned towards him, "what did you say?"

He turned his head, making eye contact with her. This sent her heart into overdrive. For some unexplainable reason though, her head moved closer to his.

"I think how I feel about you would make me want to be more than your friend." He softly said.

Is he saying this? This is crazy. He can't be saying this…Farrah felt overwhelmed, "Jake, a lot has happened tonight. I think…" She felt tongue tied as she felt his arm wrap around her waist, pulling her even closer to him.

"I want to be more than your friend." He whispered as he leaned his head towards hers. He couldn't believe how confident he had become. How direct he had suddenly turned. Farrah couldn't resist the temptation of his lips. Her head moved forward. This would be her first kiss. Oh God, I'm going to mess this up. She had fallen for him over the past five months that she had known him. Jacob Black was an amazing, intriguing, joyful, relaxed, and a truly beautiful person.

He felt his cheeks flushing as he felt her head gently touch his. Their foreheads touched as he mostly leaned forward, wanting so badly to kiss her. He felt her breath tickle his lips, making him desire her even more. She nervously shifted her head uncomfortably as his lips were an inch from hers now. She stood still as he was the only one leaning in now. They're lips brushed slightly as this motion caused chills to run up his spine. He began to lean more forward, ready to fully press his lips into hers. She suddenly jerked her head backwards, feeling too nervous to go through with it. There was too much to lose. A great friendship was on the line.

Jacob had slid his eyes closed, but now opened them as he noticed her head back away. Pain filled his eyes. She still didn't want him. Farrah nervously stared at Jacob. She was speechless.

"I…" Jacob was the first to speak, "I should get you home." She nodded her head in response, sliding back towards her seat. The rest of the drive was filled with an awkward silence. Farrah kept regretting her actions of pushing him away. Maybe it was like a double-edged sword, either way her friendship with Jacob would never be the same again. Jacob felt hopeless and heartbroken now, maybe love wasn't meant for him. Maybe imprinting was bogus when it came to him. They stayed silent, either not ready to talk.

A/N: Yeah! They practically smooched, but sort of not. However you want to interpret it, is up to you.