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But anyway... I'll let you get onto reading this chapter. It is juicy. I expect that you will have ALOT to say about it.

Chapter Ten

"Embry," I said hesitantly as I looked at the back pack sitting ominously on the bench.

"Yeah?" he asked, grinning at me mischievously. I slowly pulled down a zipper of the back and peaked inside.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?" I said fiercely, reaching inside and pulling out two glass bottles of clear liquid. Embry chuckled.

"That's vodka, Leighton. You said I could invite some friends to the party." I scowled. It's wasn't that I wanted to be a party pooper, or even that I didn't think that maybe a few stiff drinks would help calm my jittery nerves, it was just that the police chief lived across that street and I desperately didn't want to let him down. I told Embry this. I also told him that Vodka would never be his friend.

"You worry too much. Charlie would never arrest you.... It's everyone else that should be worried." He grinned but I frowned at him. I was beginning to feel more like supervision than a housemate. Keeping Embry out of trouble was a full time career.

"You are not supply alcohol to minors! How did you even get it?"

"I'm not telling you for your own safety. That way if were caught and tortured, you can't tell something you don't know."

"I will torture you if you bring that anywhere near the guests tonight. Hide it in your room and I will get rid of it tomorrow." Embry scowled but walked up to his room with the bag of alcohol clutched firmly in his hands. I heard Collin chuckle from the lounge room as Embry stalked past him.

"Collin!" I yelled and the smile instantly fell from his face as I turned my attention towards him. Maybe I had been slightly prickly towards them as I was organising the house for the party. I wanted everything to be perfect. "Could you shower already? People will start arriving soon!"

"Soon?" Collin scoffed, looking at me in disbelief. "They won't be here for an hour and a half!"

I growled at him and he instantly jumped up. "I have to get ready! And I won't have time to heard you and Embry into the shower after that! So you are doing it now!" I said through my clenched teeth as I pushed him up the stairs towards the bathroom. "And you have to wear a shirt tonight!" I yelled through the bathroom door as the shower turned on. "And shoes!"

I sighed as I heard Collin begin to sing loudly in an attempt to drown out my ranting.

"You're like a bridezilla," Embry told me pointedly as I passed his bedroom door.

I ignored his comment, "There are instructions on how to make the punch on the bench. It's easy… just put all the ingredients in the bowl. Do you think you could handle that?"

"Sure," Embry said and I closed my bedroom door, glad to leave thoughts of food, punch and party music behind. All I needed to think about now was what to wear. I opened my closet and stared at it blankly for a moment. I wanted something that wasn't too dressy but not too casual either. I wanted something sexy but not desperate, okay maybe a little desperate. I wanted something that showed Jacob what he's been missing. I wanted to wear something that would drive him crazy, and maybe even showed off my new, skinner legs, that I had developed from living in Seattle and then living with two werewolves who didn't seem to understand that I would starve if they didn't leave me something to eat.

I fingered through my limited number of dresses and there wasn't anything that I hadn't worn before, that Jacob hadn't seen me in before. I paused for a moment as my eyes lingered on a box sitting next to my dresser. It was a box of some of my mum's clothes that I couldn't bring myself to donate them to a charity. I hadn't opened it, or thought about it since I had moved in, but there it was, full of clothes that were my size and too stylish to have ever belonged to a mother.

I held my breath as I opened the box, but when I had to breathe again I fought off the urge to bury my head in the soft material, just to inhale the clothes that still smelt like her, that I could still imagine on her.

I reluctantly fingered my way through the clothes. I didn't want to contaminate them with my smell. What if one day I forgot what she smelled like and needed to be reminded?

I decided that I would quickly reach in and pull out the first item that I touched. I buried my hand in there and pulled it out quickly, my hand grasping some soft material. I looked down at what I was holding. It was a tight black top with an open back that looked fabulous on mum. Casual yet dressed up, sexy and just the right amount of desperate. I paired it with a pair of tight, dark blue jeans and a thick belt. When I tucked the shirt inside the jeans the clothes seemed to cling to my sometimes big bum and make it look curvy. I studied it in the mirror. I pulled on a pair of heels, trying not to admit to myself that I wanted to be as close to Jacob's face as possible.

I was never very good at make-up and hair, and I thought with a pang of sadness how mum had always carefully curled my hair and pinned it up for any important event I wanted to go to. I let it down from its usual pony tail and studied it in the mirror. I wished that I had gone to have it cut sometime in the past year. Maybe then it wouldn't have looked so wild.

I decided to straighten it with mum's old straightening iron. I would have made the waves into proper curls but I'd never learnt how to do anything fancy with a straightened. I was quite pleased with the effect I had achieved. By the end my hair flowed sleekly to the middle of my back. I hadn't noticed how long it had gotten. I applied some makeup, just some mascara and a small amount of blush when Bella arrived.

"Wow. You look hot." She said dryly as I did a twirl for her. "Don't even try to tell me that you're not trying to impress Jacob." I laughed. I had tried to tell her that earlier that day.

"You look nice too," I told her, changing the subject. She did too. She was wearing her blue sweater that made her eyes stand out and looked great against her pale skin.

She blushed. "I'm not trying to impress anyone."

I shook my head. "I think that I still want to fight for him." I whispered.

Bella sighed. "Ok. But don't go back to him too easily. After everything he's done I think you should make him work for it a little."

I grinned mischievously. "Oh, I'm planning too."

Down stairs, I could already here some music playing beneath the loud chatter and laughter that followed the pack around. I felt my stomach flutter at the thought of Jacob downstairs. I hoped that Embry and Collin had offered refreshments around.

I walked down the stairs and noticed that everyone was crowded into the kitchen; I should have known that would have been the room to find Embry in. Most of the heads turned towards me as I walked towards them, making me shift uncomfortably. The majority of the boys were huddled around the kitchen bench filling their cups with punch and stuffing their faces with the cake I had provided. But they had paused mid- mouthful to stare. I smiled awkwardly and I walked towards them but none of them returned my smile. They were still staring, Embry even had his mouth slightly open. I blushed deeply. The only people who weren't looking was Sam, who didn't notice anyone but Emily, and Leah who was sitting on a stool away from the pack and staring bitterly at her hands.

I finally noticed that Embry didn't seem to be staring at me, in fact he seemed to be looking straight through me. Jacob was the only one whose eyes were locked on me, like he was seeing me for the first time.

I turned around to see what the fuss was about and I realised that Embry really had invited some friends to the party. There was a group of girls entering the lounge room behind me and the girl in front was so beautiful that even I stopped to stare. Her golden skin shimmered and her body was so curvy that it looked like she flowed when she walked. She smiled coyly as she greeted the staring faces of the crowd and she battered her heavily lashed eyes. I was jealous.

It took Embry about a second to cover the ground between them and I saw her dark, doe eyes raking over him in a way that gave me a strange pang in my stomach.

"Leighton this is Lola," Embry told me, winking to the rest of the pack. Seth and Collin tried to descend on the other two girls, who were probably pretty but looked plain beside Lola, but Paul and Jared quickly pushed them aside and offered the girls glasses of punch.

"Hi," I greeted her, raising an eyebrow at Embry who grinned triumphantly.

"Hey," she smiled, and her voice was sweet, sickly sweet I decided.

"Would you like some punch?" Embry offered her, and quickly steered her towards the kitchen.

"There's a doors open rule in this house, Embry." I whispered to him as Lola grabbed herself a cup.

"What?" he whispered back, his eyes still staring at Lola's exposed back.

"If you have a girl in your room the door has to be open," I smiled at him as his jaw dropped.

"Are you kidding me?" he was about to argue but Jacob finally approached me. He was wearing my favourite shirt of his and my favourite grin.

"Hey," he greeted and Embry used the distraction to leave me and I watched him place his hand on Lola's lower back.

"Hi," I replied, not even bothering to fight the explosion of butterflies in my stomach. He looked so good. "Do you want some punch?" I asked him as I grabbed a cup and poured myself some. Jacob hesitated.

"Um Leighton, I don't know if you want to drink that." He grinned at me; his voice was deep and husky.

"Why not? I know Embry made it but he couldn't really mess it up."

"He poured a whole bottle of vodka in there," Jacob chuckled.

I would have usually gone over and attempted to wrestle Embry to the ground and yell at him, but for some reason he looked like he was trying so hard with that girl that I didn't want to ruin it for him. And Jacob was here, in front of me, wanting to make everything better.

"Well do you want some or not?" I challenged him. For effected I lifted up the cup and downed its contents in one go. It burned. It didn't even taste like punch.

Jacob raised an eyebrow at me, but grinned gleefully.

Werewolves can't actually get drunk. This was something that learnt as I sat around a table drinking shots of the punch with Embry and Lola. They burn the alcohol off before it could affect them. Jacob was sitting behind me, his arms wrapped firmly around my waist, his body pressing into mine.

"Hey, do you think you've had enough?" he whispered into my ear, his breath on my neck gave me Goosebumps.

"Noooot yet," I slurred. My head was spinning. I could see Lola giggling at Embry from across the table. "She's pretty," I told Jacob, who chuckled and pulled me closer to him.

"Not as pretty as you," He whispered and I turned to face him. He was studying me carefully and didn't move as I placed my small hands on his face. I traced circles on his cheeks with my thumbs.

"Leighton –" He whispered, but I quieted him with my fingers. I missed him a lot. I had missed him so much. The whole room was spinning, and I wasn't sure that I couldn't stand up, but he was clear. I was sure about him. I leant in slowly, taking my time, savouring the moment and when my lips met his he didn't move he just let me rest my lips on his, not kissing, not rushing anything, just letting our lips speak to each other for a moment.

"Jacob –" interrupted a sharp voice, that seemed to ring in my nightmares. I turned to see Lauren standing in the front door. I heard Jacob groan as he stood up and helped me stand shakily next to him. I didn't feel so drunk anymore.

"Get out of my house!" I told her and I went to step forward, but stumbled and Embry caught me to stop me falling. He was standing too. The whole pack seemed to be. I saw Bella look at me from where she was sitting with Ben and Angela. She looked warily at Lauren.

"I just want to talk to Jacob for a minute," she told me, and I noticed the lack of poison that usually seeped out of her voice. I looked at her for a moment. She didn't look like she was here to crash my party. She was wearing baggy sweat pants and her hair was greasy and messy. She looked tired. Her eyes were puffy like she had maybe been crying. She looked so venerable that I faltered for a moment.

"There's nothing to say, Lauren, we're finished." Jacob said, standing behind me again, wrapping his arms around my waist. I felt my heart swell for him.

"I really just need to talk to you for a second," she whispered now. Everyone was quiet, watching us. Her voice seemed strained.

"Go home," I told her, and Lola giggled from where she was sprawled on the floor, her legs in the air.

Lauren steeled her face and gave me a look of pure hatred. I found myself feeling relieved. That was far easier to deal with then her looking sad. Maybe she had really liked Jacob. Maybe he did break her heart, if she even had one.

"Fine. I'll just tell you here then." She took a deep breath and looked right at me. She didn't even look at Jacob. "I'm pregnant."