Chapter Ten: Interference
Jacob POV
Seth is the ultimate cock-block. I was about to get laid and Seth cock-blocked. Leah was about to get laid and Seth cock-blocked. He cock-blocked. Cock-blocked. Did I mention he cock-blocked?
I looked down at mine and Leah's entwined hands. Her hand fit so perfectly in mine. She had beautiful hands too, the weren't calloused and rough like mine or any of the other guys, they were soft and almost fragile-looking. But you know what they say, you can't judge a book by it's cover. Yes, we've all learned that the hard way when Leah's so called 'delicate' hands all left us with broken jaws, black eyes, and bloody noses. The only ones she left unharmed were Seth, Jared, and Embry. Why? Because they're smart and don't provoke her enough to leave them injured. Not yet, at least. Paul, Sam, Quil, and I, have all had our fair share in bloody noses, broken cartilages, cracked jaws, and black eyes. I guess you can call us the idiots of the group. Why? Because we're the exact opposite of the unharmed three. Well, me, Paul, and Quil, find it hilarious when she's pissed, hot even. As for Sam...well she just hates him, so he gets injured anyway. It's a given.
My girls got one hell of a right hook and I find that sexy as hell. And if you think she hasn't slapped us before, think again. She gives bitch-slapping or backhanding a whole new meaning. There was this one time when Leah first phased and where Paul grabbed her ass, she spun around and slapped him right across the face. The moron had to walk around the Rez with a swollen, raw-looking, hand print on his cheek. It was hilarious, Sam even laughed. Paul never grabbed her ass again. But he's still Paul, so there will be times when he'll slap her ass and run away.
"What the hell are you staring at?" Leah whispered, as we reached the end of the stairs.
"Your hands."
She gave me a look and shook her head, "you're so weird."
"Thanks," I grinned.
"It wasn't a compliment."
"I know," I shrugged.
She rolled her eyes and called out for Seth.
Seth ran into the living room, looked at me skeptically, turned to face Leah and froze.
"Is the pizza here?" Leah asked.
Seth's eyes landed on me. They were filled with. . . anger?
"Yeah, it's on the kitchen counter," he said, never taking his eyes off of me.
Leah released my hand and bounded into the kitchen. My body immediately felt cold, except for my palm, it still had a burning presence of her hand entwined with mine. It's weird and it kind of scares me. I mean, I never get cold, and here I am, getting cold when she's not hanging onto me. And she even gave me goosebumps when she pulled herself away from our hugging embrace upstairs. Goosebumps! It scares me because I don't want to be clingy and scare her away, but I can't help but like that I only feel alive and on fire when she's with me, otherwise I'm just cold and lonely.
"You okay man?" I asked Seth warily.
"Her shirt," he hissed.
Geez. What crawled up his ass?
"What about it?" I asked.
His eyes narrowed into slits and his lips tightened.
"It's on backwards," he sneered.
Oh shit.
"What?" I asked stupidly.
"Her. Shirt. Is. On. Backwards." he said, saying each word very slowly in a controlled voice, and enunciating 'backwards'.
Fuck my life. Taha Aki take me now, please. I swear, I'm ready to go.
I had no idea what to say to him, I mean he obviously thought me and Leah were up in her room doing mattress mambo - which we were about to until he COCK-BLOCKED. But we weren't, even though she and I wish we were.
"It's not what it looks like," I said, before I could even think.
I mentally kicked myself, there's no way the kids gonna believe that. Why else would her shirt be on backwards when it was on the correct way when she left Sam's?
Fuck my slow ass brain! Couldn't I come up with a better fucking excuse?
"Do you actually think I believe you?" he half whispered, half yelled, furiously.
When I didn't answer, he continued.
"Jake! - "
"Seth, shut up. We didn't have sex. I promise," Leah said from the kitchen.
Seth's cringed and turned around, heading back into the kitchen, muttering profanities under his breath.
Well. . . glad that's over.
I followed Seth into the kitchen and grabbed myself a slice of pizza, taking a seat next to Leah.
The three of us at in silence, not bothering to look at one another.
"Soooo. . . why'd you order pizza? Aren't you suppose to be patrolling with Sam? And did you come here alone? We aren't suppose to be alone, you remember that right?" Leah asked, breaking the awkward silence.
Yes Seth, why are you here? You ruined a very good hormonal moment. Why'd you have to COCK-BLOCK?!
"I uhh, ordered pizza because, we didn't have anything to eat. . . and S-Sam said I could have tonight off since I patrolled with you and Paul today. . . he, uh. . . walked me home . . ." Seth said, scratching the back of his neck nervously.
Neck-scratching. It's the pack's signature move - me included - when we're nervous.
Leah narrowed her eyes and took a bite out of her pizza.
"Bullshit. Our fridge is loaded with food and there's no way Sam would let you off the hook so easily and still make Paul patrol if he was with us today too."
"Well, I didn't feel like cooking and I knew you wouldn't want to either. . ."
Nice try, kid.
"We're both lazy. I get that. That's why we bought sandwiches." she stated.
"Well, we need to save some of them. We can't just keep on eating them everyday. I'm sure you're getting tired of them by now. . . ."
Leah's jaw clenched and her hand gripped onto her pizza, causing the sauce to ooze through her fingers.
"Forget the damn food! What about Paul?" she challenged.
"He went. . . home. . . yeah, he went home."
Damnit Seth, you suck at lying!
"Is that so?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
He nodded his head very slowly.
She fished her pocket for her cell phone and dialed a number. I watched her curiously, while Seth watched her with nervous eyes. I swear the kids gonna break into a sweat anytime soon.
She pushed the end button and sighed dramatically, "Paul won't answer his cell. Maybe I should try his house?"
Leah smirked as Seth's eyes grew wide.
Nice Seth. Now she really believes you.
I leaned over Leah's shoulder, getting a good look at what she was doing. Seth, on the other hand, was tripping balls as he watched Leah slowly make her way down her contact's list, landing on 'Paul Lahote (Home)'. Leah gently pushed the talk button - for a dramatic affect of course - and pulled the phone close to her ear.
"Hello, Mrs. Lahote, is Paul home?" Leah asked, in a sweet voice.
". . . oh, he's not?" Leah asked in a fake, saddened tone, while smirking at a hyperventilating Seth.
"No, it's okay. . . he's probably at Sam's, but thanks anyway Mrs. Lahote." Leah said, ending the call.
Leah turned around to fully face Seth.
Brace yourself, kid. You're in for it now.
"Paul's not home," Leah said, grinning smugly.
"I heard," Seth muttered, not meeting Leah's eyes.
"Well, I'll wait here all night until you tell me the truth," Leah declared determinedly.
Yeah, right. More like 4 minutes.
"Okay," he nodded sadly, slumping his shoulders.
5 seconds of silence went by, then 30, then 55.
I looked from Seth's defeated, slouched figure, to Leah's determined, poised figure. I eyed each of them carefully, knowing one of the two was going to crack sooner or later.
It might be Seth. He always gives in too easily, and he can't stand Leah being mad at him. But then again, it could be Leah. She's impatient, stubborn, and hates not knowing things.
2 minutes went by. . . . 2 minutes and 26 seconds. . . . 2 minutes and 42 seconds. . . .
Seth bit his lip. Leah's jaw clenched. But nothing.
Silence.
3 minutes and 57 -
"Seth. You will tell me why you ordered pizza and why you're not out patrolling with Sam. Now!" Leah ordered, balling her hands into fists.
Aha! 3 minutes and 57 seconds! That's close enough to 4 minutes! HELL YEAH! Who's the man?! I am!
I coughed a laugh, and watched the bickering siblings with intense interest like it was some sort of reality show.
"Sam," Seth whispered.
"What about him?" she snapped angrily.
Uh oh. Should I intervene?
Nah. They can handle it.
"H-He ordered me to do it, Lee. You gotta believe me," Seth pleaded.
Leah's face hardened and her nostrils flared. I laid a hand on her shoulder encouragingly, but she shoved it off.
"What does he want?" she asked slowly, trying to subside her obvious rage for her brother's sake.
"He wants me to sweet talk you and get you calm enough until he comes over," Seth said quickly.
"WHAT?!" I demanded.
Seth's and Leah's head turned to me, shocked.
"What does he want?" I growled.
Leah raised her left brow - it's always the left eyebrow- and gave me a questioning look.
Her eyes faltered from mine and turned towards Seth again.
"Yeah, what does he want?" Leah agreed, crossing her her arms defiantly.
That's my girl.
"To. . ." Seth sighed. "To switch up the partnerships."
"NO!" Leah and I both yelled.
I was pissed. No, scratch that last, I was beyond pissed. OUTRAGEDis more like it. I mean, where the hell does Sam come off switching around the partners? What the fuck is his problem? Doesn' t he see that everyone's doing perfectly well with their partners?!
That's his problem. He doesn't want to see you and Leah doing 'perfectly well' together.
What the fuck?
Let me put it in words where you can understand: He doesn't want you stealing his 'Lee-Lee.'
That bastard. It's true. Of course he would do this. Of course. He was pissed when we told him that we were dating, and I'm pretty sure Leah crossed the line when she told him that we were sleeping together.
Not only did I get cock-blocked by Seth, but now by Sam as well! Unbelievable.
"He wants to split me and Leah up," I spat.
"When is he coming?" Leah growled.
"Now," Seth whispered, cowering away from our menacing daggers - of - death.
Sure enough, the doorbell rang. Kids got good ears.
None of us got up to answer it. Leah fidgeted with her phone, pushing random buttons.
It rang three more times. When we didn't answer it, we heard the door creak open.
"Leah?" Sam called out, shutting the door behind him.
None of us answered him. None of us moved from our spots. Leah was still playing with her phone. Searching for. . . blue tooth devices?
The three of us tensed when we heard his footsteps making its way to the kitchen.
"Leah," he breathed.
Leah set her phone on the counter and flexed her hands with a burning look of hatred.
I felt my phone vibrate, and heard Seth's vibrating on the counter top, but paid no attention to it.
I growled and we all turned to face him at the same time. Fury was blazing in my eyes, mirrored by Leah and surprisingly, Seth.
"Why the fuck are you doing this?" Leah growled.
Sam looked confused, then his mind clearly registered what Leah was talking about. He whipped his head to Seth and glared.
"You told them." Sam accused, narrowing his eyes at Seth.
"She's my sister," Seth shrugged.
"I ordered you not to tell her," he said, taking a step closer to Seth.
Leah growled, but I held her back.
"No," Seth said. "You ordered me to get her calm enough so that you could talk to her. You never ordered me to not tell her what was going on, otherwise I wouldn't be able to do it."
"Smart ass," Sam sneered, shaking his head in frustration.
"Guess who I get it from?" Seth smiled cheekily, jerking his thumb to Leah.
Sam rolled his eyes and turned to put his full attention on Leah.
"Leah," he started. "I'm only doing this because it's what's best for the pack."
"No, clearly you're not. Can't you see that everyone is fine with the arrangements? You're the only one that seems to have a problem with it!" Leah yelled, taking a step forward, looking Sam right in the eyes.
"Leah -"
"Where are Paul and Jared?!" she demanded.
"Whaa. . . ? Why?" Sam asked, stupidly.
Paul and Jared? Why would she need them?
"Don't play stupid with me Sam, I'm not an idiot. You chose Paul, Seth, and Jared to go on patrol today for a reason. You made up your mind today during the pack meeting, that's why you looked so mad. You knew we were dating, or at least had an idea that something was going on between me and Jake. You needed Seth to keep me calm before you came over and 'talked' with me, and you chose Paul and Jared because you want them to partner up with me and Jake."
Wow. That makes. . . a lot of sense, actually.
"Is this true, Sam?" I growled.
"Parts of it," he replied, calmly.
"Sam -"
"PAUL! JARED! GET YOUR ASSES IN HERE!" Leah screamed.
What?
We heard the door creak open and saw the sheepish faces of Paul and Jared come into view, stopping in the Clearwater's kitchen.
"How did - how'd you know they were out there?" Sam asked in disbelief.
Leah picked up her phone from the counter and faced the screen to him. Sam took a good look at it and growled.
Seth and I nudged Leah to get a look at what she just showed Sam. I nearly pissed myself, not because I was scared, but because it was so damn hilarious. On the screen, it read, 'blue tooth devices found: J. Black, S. Clearwater, P. Lahote, & J. Cameron,'
I looked up at Sam and smirked.
How was he gonna get out of this one? He just got schooled by Leah and her phone. With the help of Paul and Jared of course.
I never thought I'd say this but, I've never been more happy to see Paul and Jared.
"Were you guys aware that Leah's phone was searching for other devices with blue tooth?" Sam asked, in an irritated tone.
"Yeah, but you told us not to say nothing unless we were called," Jared reasoned.
Paul smirked, but nodded nonetheless.
"You think this is funny, Paul?!" Sam growled.
"Well. . . kinda. . ."
Sam gave him a warning look but Paul seemed unfazed, he seemed to think this was all a hilarious situation. Which, it partly was.
Jared elbowed Paul, and told him to shut up under his breath. That seemed to get him to shut up. I swear those two are gay for each other.
"Why didn't it show my phone?" Sam asked curiously.
Leah scoffed, "don't you remember?"
Leah snorted at Sam's confused face.
"If I remember correctly, which I do by the way, you made an announcement a couple of months ago saying you didn't need blue tooth or texting because it was just a waste of time. You wanted to be different and not go with the flow," Leah said, impersonating Sam's deep voice.
Sam looked around, eyeing every single one of our faces carefully. Each of us had the same expression, smug smiles, and mocking eyes. Hell, even Jared, Sam's personal bitch, looked amused.
"This is beside the point," Sam said in an aggravated tone, trying to change the subject.
"You're just mad that my phone couldn't find your weak ass device!" Leah said, pushing him back with great force.
He flew back but caught himself before he hit the wall. He locked eyes with her, infuriated.
"Enough Leah, I came here to talk -"
"Get the hell out of my house, Uley. I don't give a damn about what you have to say."
"Leah," Sam warned, taking a few steps towards Leah.
I tensed, sensing something bad coming. I wrapped my arm around her waist protectively. Seth inched closer to Leah's right, daring Sam to come closer. Sam saw our little interaction and clenched his fists.
"Where the hell do you come off, rearranging our partners Sam?! Why is it so hard for you to see other people happy for once? Paul and Jared probably don't want to switch partners with anyone else just as much as me and Jake! Did you ever think about that? Of course you didn't!" Leah screamed, her face was slightly flustered, her cheeks were tinted a light rosy color, and I saw little beads of sweat rolling down the side of her beautiful face.
Paul and Jared looked at each other confused, then at Sam expectantly. Huh, guess our alpha hasn't mentioned his little 'scheme' to them.
"Leah, I'm warning you," Sam growled.
"What are you gonna do, asshole? Are you afraid -"
"ENOUGH!" Sam roared, using his alpha command.
Leah's mouth immediately snapped shut, and I felt her flinch. She staggered backwards at the power of the command, shooting him a vicious glare that was mixed with pain. I growled at Sam, letting the anger finally seep through me. How can we call this bastard our Alpha? What kind of leader commands someone to stop talking in the middle of an argument? Leah's right. He is afraid. Even though she didn't get to finish her sentence, I knew what she was going to say. Are you afraid that I'll humiliate you in front of the pack? The selfish, inconsiderate, bastard! His head is wound so far up his ass, he doesn't know what he's saying, much less, thinking. He just ordered Leah to stop talking, to stop making her point. Leah. My Leah. My girlfriend. He silenced her. Because she's right. He doesn't want her to humiliate him. Too bad he just humiliated himself. He silenced her from continuing her argument because he, just like me and the others, knew what she was about to say. And if he did let her continue, he wouldn't have been able to respond with a good enough comeback. A valid excuse. So he chose the easy way out. The cowardly way out. The alpha command. He didn't want to lose. But we saw it. Paul knew it, Jared knew it, Seth knew it, and I sure as hell knew it: Leah had won this round.
He used the command. He cheated. We all know that if he didn't use the command, she would've destroyed him in a heartbeat with just a fourth of her vulgar vocabulary. Seth told me once, that she had plans of becoming a lawyer, but fate stepped in and decided that they wanted her to be a 'Protector.' Why? Hell if we know, but, it all works out. She may be the fastest, but she's also brainy. She always wins arguments. She's a logical thinker - like Embry - so when she argues she only says things that will justify her argument. Even if she points out the smallest of things, she makes it so that it's something huge. She lures everyone in and explains everything thoroughly. Even if she's screaming at us, we believe her. Why? She's persuasive, you can't deny it, even if she is an angry shrew. My angry shrew. Combine Embry's logical mind, Jared's brains, and Leah's perceptive, straight-forward mind, you've got one hell of a threat. And if you add in the rest of the pack, you've got yourself a death sentence. Worse than the electric chair. But back to my point, take away her temper issues, and her strong choice of curse words, and you got yourself a perfect spitting image of a hot ass lawyer. Sam's just. . . intimidated.
"Was that really necessary, Sam?" I growled, hugging Leah's body closer against me.
Sam looked disheveled, torn between guilt and rage. He looked at Leah's furious but pained face and frowned.
"Leah," he whispered. "Lee -"
"Get out, Sam." I warned.
His eyes snapped to my face and he scowled, "you will stay out of this Jacob."
"NO," I said defiantly.
"YES," he said, lacing the word with the alpha command.
I opened my mouth, trying to fight off the command, I tried to speak, but nothing came out. It's like the chains of the alpha command were pulling me down. My hands started to tremble, I didn't care if he was the alpha or not. If he was as strong as he says he is, he would fight me and not pull the command on me. My whole body was shaking now, and I felt the familiar heat run up my spine. But then I felt a warm hand being laid gently on the back of my hand. My eyes snapped open only to be locked with her mesmerizing hazel ones staring back at me lovingly.
Lovingly. Yes, I like the sound of that.
The tremors going up my spine immediately stopped, and the shaking subdued. All because of the girl standing before me in my arms.
I almost phased with her in my arms! I mentally punched myself, screaming at myself for being an idiot. How could I be so stupid and forget that she was in my arms?
She tore her eyes away from mine and looked back at an irritated Sam with a blank face. I followed suit, except my face conveyed emotion. Only one emotion at that: Fury.
"Well, seeing as you won't talk to me, I'll just set things straight. Leah you will be with Jared from now on. Jacob you will be with Paul, and Seth you will stick with me."
I couldn't speak. He silenced me just like he silenced Leah. Well, technically we could speak, but right now, neither of us wanted to cooperate. Paul and Jared stayed quiet too.
"Why'd you partner them up in the first place then?" Seth demanded.
"Who?" Sam asked.
"Jake and Leah. Who else?" Seth asked, angrily.
"Now's not the time, Seth."
"The hell it isn't! I want an explanation too!" Paul growled.
Sam's jaw clenched, and cracked his neck.
I really hope he's not trying to look intimidating by doing that.
"I put Leah with Jake because he is the beta, because if she's in danger, he'll be able to help her. He's experienced and strong. I would've partnered myself with her, but I knew she wouldn't cooperate," he spat, probably furious that his orders were being questioned.
"And I'm with you because?" Seth pushed, growing redder with every passing minute.
"You and Leah are the newest. It would only make sense if our youngest wolf was with me since his sister would choose to be with anyone other than the alpha. You and Leah need protection the most. You're the newbies," Sam stated casually.
Does he think this is funny? He basically just called Leah and Seth weak! How much of a dick can Sam be? They need to be 'protected?'
Excellent job, Sam. Way to gain respect from the Clearwaters.
Seth's arms were shaking, and his eyes were shut tightly, trying to fight the urge to phase. My eyes travelled to Jared, who was looking at Leah and Seth with a frown, before looking down at the ground, furrowing his brows. Paul watched Seth fighting the urge to stay calm for a while until his eyes wandered to Leah's furious but pained expression. He took one look at her and snapped his eyes back at Sam with disbelieving eyes. He ground his teeth together, and followed Jared's gaze, staring at the ground.
Seth was outraged, of course, because Sam just embarrassed him and his sister. Jared and Paul are pissed because, yes, Sam just dissed the Clearwaters. And to be honest, our pack wouldn't be as powerful or threatening if the Clearwaters weren't there. Leah's speed, and Seth's all ears. There's no doubt about it that these two can fight. But I know for a fact that Jared and Paul are pissed because of the way Sam's treating Leah. They hide that they care about her - like the rest of the guys do - but Sam crossed the line, and they are pissed. They care about Leah, and like I said earlier, they'd murder anyone that not so much as grabbed her ass. But this is Sam we're talking about, our alpha. We can't defy him, because he's almighty and has a commanding, piece of shit voice. All they can do is get mad and stare at the ground.
My eyes finally found Sam's, that were staring back at me. I kept my eyes locked on his, never faltering. The worst he could do was order me to look away like the control-freak that he was. Seriously, why did our ancestors choose him to turn into a wolf? Stupid question. I know he is a descendant from Levi Uley and all that crap, but even then, I feel like Sam would be better of shifting into a flamingo or something.
During our little staring contest, his phone went off. He flipped it open and answered it, his eyes never left mine.
"Emily," he breathed. ". . . I'll be right over. . . love you too, bye."
Leah flinched, and I looked down at her sadly. I knew exactly how she felt. I use to be in her position with Bella and Edward. But it still didn't change the fact that it hurt to see her flinch when Sam told Emily he loved her. Leah should be over Sam. He doesn't deserve her.
He never did.
"I'll see you tonight at 8, Leah." Sam said, before walking out the door.
"I hate this," Paul growled.
"Lee? Are you okay?" Jared asked, walking cautiously over to her.
"Yeah," she said in a defeated tone. "I just don't want go to his fucking house."
"Then don't go, Leah. No one's gonna make you." Paul growled, walking towards her as well.
"My mom's making me," she sneered.
"What?" Seth asked in disbelief. "She's making you?"
"Yup," she laughed darkly. "She says this will be good for me."
I pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head. I'll go with her, if she wants.
"Want me to come?" Seth offered.
That's was my line, kid.
Paul grabbed Leah's shoulders and shook her, "since when do you do what you're told? If you don't wanna go, then don't go, you idiot!"
Leah's lip curled back and she snarled, "this is my mom we're talking about, jackass!"
Paul started to shake, his hands still gripping onto Leah's shoulders.
"Paul," I growled. "Let go of her."
He ignored me.
"PAUL!" Jared growled. "Get your hands off her! You're about to phase dude!"
When he didn't budge, Jared shoved Paul roughly to the side and took a protective stance in front of Leah.
"I'm just trying to help, but obviously she doesn't give two fucks. See if I try helping you again, Leah," Paul sneered, glaring at Leah.
Leah stared back at Paul with a seething look upon her face.
"Lee, come on. We'll go patrol now and I'll take you to Sam's afterword," Jared said, after giving Paul a warning look.
"I'm going with her," I hissed.
"She's my partner, Jake. I don't want any more of this drama, let it go."
"Jared -"
"No, Jake. He's right. I'm gonna go with him. I don't want our most holy alpha throwing around more orders because we didn't follow his 'rules.'"
"But Leah," Seth whined. "I was suppose to go with you."
"It's okay, Seth. Jared's coming with me. Right?" Leah said, turning to Jared.
"Don't worry kid, I got this," Jared assured him.
"Fine," I huffed. "Just don't go feeling up on my girl."
Jared and Leah both rolled their eyes and I saw Paul smirking in the corner. Seth though, was scowling at Jared, at my side.
I hated that Jared and Leah were partners. I hated that he was gonna spend more time with my girlfriend than I would. All because of Sam.
I hate Sam so much right now.
"Jealous much?" Leah smirked, quirking an eyebrow.
I swear these Clearwaters are bipolar. She just went from being over-the-top-pissed, to cocky-arrogant-Leah.
"You have no idea," I muttered, nodding my head.
She laughed quietly and wrapped her arms around my waist, brushing her lips against mine. "Don't be. He has an imprint, no harm shall be done to me."
I felt calm and stable with her in my arms. All the anger evaporated from my body, making me relax. This girl did that to me. I loved it.
I nodded and kissed the top of her head, before releasing her.
"Gross," Seth whispered, gagging.
"Uhmm, are you done?" Jared asked awkwardly.
"Don't rush me, Jared," Leah smirked, winking at me. "Now I'm done. Let's go."
And at that, Leah walked out the door with Jared on her tail.
"Bro, you are so whipped," Paul snorted, as soon as the door shut behind them.
"No, I'm not," I said in a monotone voice.
"Yes, you are," he grinned.
"No, I'm not."
"YES, YOU ARE!"
"PAUL!" I growled.
"Jake?" Seth called, quietly.
"What?" I snapped. I immediately felt guilty, his face fell and he looked away.
"Sorry Seth," I sighed. "Dumb-fuck over here is being his usual asshole self. What were you gonna say?"
He shrugged.
"Seth?" I pushed.
"Define whipped," Seth said, turning to face me with a blank face.
I wanted to laugh. At him. This was too hilarious. Who doesn't know what whipped means?
"In my own words?"
"In your own words," he repeated, nodding at me with a blank face.
Paul looked from me to Seth with a smug smile.
"Well whipped, is when...you really like someone and would do absolutely anything for them because you care about them so much. You just want them to be happy, you want to share every moment with them, cherishing every kiss and every hug. You just wanna hold her in your arms and stay that way forever. To protect her from anything and everything, and kill anyone that lays a finger on her. When you feel like you're floating when you kiss her. Like she's your personal high, your novacaine, your happiness, your everything. Whipped is when all you need is her laying in your arms to be happy and free of all thoughts. . ." I trailed off, looking off into space with a stupid grin plastered on my face. Too bad for Seth, no one makes me feel this way except his sister -
Fuck!
That little shit! He already knew what it meant! He just wanted me to admit that I was! Which I'm not! Am I?
I whipped my head in the direction of the two conniving bastards and scowled at their smirking faces.
"Jacob, that was easily the prissiest thing I have ever heard in my life. You are definitely whipped," Paul snorted.
"That, he is," Seth laughed, nodding his head in agreement. "LC's got you good!"
"Hey," Paul said, "none of that now. Only I can call her that, I made that nickname up."
"I can call her whatever I want," Seth shot back.
And then another argument rose.
See what I mean about the Clearwaters being bipolar? Perfect example right there.
I flipped them off without a word and walked into the living, sprawling myself on one of the couches. Maybe some T.V. will get my mind off of things. Off of Leah. Off of Jared and Leah.
He has an imprint, dimwit.
Doesn't mean he doesn't find her attractive.
Who doesn't find her attractive?
No one. That's my problem.
I'm going to say this once more: He has an imprint.
I should believe my conscience. I want to believe my conscience. But. . . imprint or no imprint, all the guys still think Leah is gorgeous. That's why Sam's so jealous, because he still loves her. He imprinted, but he still loves her. Jared has an imprint but still thinks Leah is pretty, which is an understatement, because Leah was beyond beautiful. But I guess her beauty is slightly dimmed in his eyes because the real beauty he sees is his Kim. Even then, before Jared ever laid his eyes on Kim, Leah was still human, and just like the rest of us, Jared saw Leah as the hottest girl in the state of Washington. But Jared has Kim, and he wont give her up. Jared has Kim, and he wont be unfaithful. Just like Sam. But still. . . I want be the one spending time with her. Not Sam or Jared.
Author's Note: I'm so, so, so sorry that it took so long for me to update! This is the first week of school, and I've been real busy lately. My teachers gave me a shitload of homework! Can you believe that? Well, I guess it's not thatmuch, but it's still a lot. Lol. But anywho, please review and tell me what you think! =) Any advice you wanna give me?