Author's note: OKAY GUYS ! HERE IT IS ! super sorry that i took so long to update, hopefully i can update on a weekly basis. THANKS SO MUCH FOR ALL THE REVIEWS, and for everyone who added me to their favorites and alerts ! you really have no clue how much i appreciate it. And i LOVE your reviews and opinions on my story, especially everyone who hates Olivia lol . She's not so bad... really ! Well, not ALL bad. Please keep the reviews coming, thanks for reading ! This chapter has swearing, which is to be expected because of the rating, but to those of you who use to read my story on the Twilight Saga, im just warning you guys ! i knoe i have alot of young readers, and i dont want to corrupt any of you haha . but enough with this!
with out further adieu,
Chapter ten, Jacob' POV
I jumped out of the window and sprinted into the trees, undressing and tying my clothes to the wire around my ankle. I jogged deeper into the forest, letting my two-footed sprint turn into a four-pawed run mid-air.
I thanked God that no one else was phased. Mentally, there was no way I was competent enough to keep anything about Leah and me from slipping out.
Leah.
I guess I got what I wanted after all ( if a loud mouthed, headstrong take-no-crap she-wolf was what i really wanted). I laughed at the thought.
Things were finally right, and I grinned just thinking about my girl. Still, it felt like bad luck was just chilling in the wings waiting to screw me over once again.
As I pushed closer towards La Push and the trees and shrubs began looking more familiar, I let my mind wander over all the events of last night and this morning. Half of me questioned what the hell I was getting myself into. But that was just a small part; I knew what I really wanted. And it was her. She was perfect… for me anyways. She's not afraid to call me on my bullshit or be just as upfront as I am. She couldn't be tied down even if someone wanted to try. They'd probably get their ass kicked if they even thought about it, which is why I don't.
And the electric feeling that came whenever she touched me? That was the icing on the cake. She was smiling a lot more now, and I felt a little cocky to think that maybe I was the reason for the change. That's my mission now; always keep that smile on her face.
A shiver in the air disrupted my thoughts, and three minds popped into my head at about the same time. Crap.
Are you freaking crazy, Em? Pokemon is way better than that Yu-gi-oh crap!
Naw man, Pokemon is so… 2001.
Yeah, and Yu-gi-oh is 2005!
Were these idiots really fighting about fucking elementary school games? Yup, I officially have the lamest flippin' friends in the universe.
Quil, what do you think? Pokemon or Yu-gi-oh?
What are you askin' him for, Em chimed in. He's probably too busy thinking about which BRATZ Doll he wants to buy Claire!
Screw you guys… and actually I'm getting her one of those Strawberry Short Cake Dolls.
The guys laughed at Quil, because he was being completely serious. Me? I was just trying my best not to think.
Hey! Jacob's here!
Well thank you Seth Clearwater. I'm caught.
I attempted to be as nonchalant as possible, and ran my furry ass faster home. The sooner I didn't have to share my brain, the better it would be for EVERYONE.
Uh… you okay there, Jake? Seth asked. It was probably in his best interest to not ask me questions right now.
Yeah, I'm all good, kid.
Again, I forced myself to think of anything but "she-who-shall-not-be-named".
Origami swans… plastic sporks… the little plastic things on the end of shoelaces… what are those called again? Aglets? Yeah, they are aglets. Who doesn't love a good aglet?
I even went as far as theorizing quantum physics and reciting the alphabet backwards seven times.
Okay dude, Embry the damn smart-ass thinks. You can't even SPELL quantum physics, but you're over there trying to be the next Einstein? Something's up.
At that, they all began searching my head for answers and any thought I may let slip up.
I growled low in my chest, Quit it!
There wasn't enough authority for it to be an alpha command, but they still backed off… for a while.
All of a sudden, I guess something clicked on in his head like a freakin' 60 watt light bulb because Quil began hurling his memories at me from last night – Leah storming out, me chasing after her, the extremely cold shoulder Olivia gave him on the ride back to his house (I laughed at that).
This was dangerous territory! One wrong thought about Le-
Nope. Dead puppies. Dead Puppies. Dead puppies.
A confused Seth also threw his memories at me. There I was, all panicky and pathetic looking barging into his house and asking for Leah.
Did you find her?
That was the worst question for him to possibly ask.
Like a nightmare he couldn't wake up from, Seth's poor brain, along with the rest of the guys, was bombarded with my memories of last night and this morning.
Skin on skin…
Lips pressed together…
Panting, moans between the two of us...
It was like a car crash. They didn't want to see it, but they couldn't look away.
Just as fast as the memories began, I shove them back in to the deepest corners of my head… but it was too late.
Seth was just… he was stuck. Somewhere between my play-by-play of last night, he had stumbled over his own paws and landed face first into a patch of mud.
Shit Shit Shit Shit.
Quil and Embry were a different story, and felt polar fucking opposite about the situation. Cat calls and feelings of proud-ness and disbelief were thrown at me.
Dude! Leah?! You… and Leah?! Screeched Embry.
You guys were just at each others necks last weekend! Now you're hooking up?
Well you know what they say Em, angry sex is the best sex! Quil laughed. Stupid Quil.
Like you virgins would know, I grumbled at them, still checking Seth. He was still in shock, his thoughts were so jumbled and disorganized, all I could get out of him was confusion.
Hey, don't start with that virgin crap; 24 hours ago you were in the same boat with us! Quil whined.
Pictures of Leah naked flashed through Embry's mind, which even though it wasn't his fault, still pissed me the hell off.
So… how was she? Embry's thoughts asked. Twin growls erupted from me and Seth at the same time.
STOP. THINKING. ABOUT. MY. SISTER!!!
Rage, disgust and hatred coated his thoughts and I could see him lunge for Embry's throat so all three of their thoughts. Honestly, I didn't think he had it in him.
Embry countered the attack with a swipe of his hind leg at Seth's side, knocking him backwards. Seth still didn't relent. He ran at him again, this time successfully sinking his teeth into Embry's flank.
STOP. NOW. The timbre of my voice wasn't something they could ignore. Seth's teeth instantly left Embry's side and they backed away from each other still growling like, well a pack of wild dogs.
What the hell, Jacob! Seth screamed mentally.
It's me your mad at, not Em. Let's just talk.
Yeah, you just banged his sister, dude. I don't think he wants to "talk".
Shut the hell up, idiot! Embry was starting to really annoy me. All he was doing was adding insult to injury, and if I knew for sure that Seth wouldn't have got his ass handed to him, I might have just let him go for his jugular again.
How could you?! She's my sister, Jake. My sister! And you took advantage of her. I- I- I'll kill you!
Seth, it's not like that. I showed him mental pictures from earlier of her hitting me with the pot (Quil and Em got a kick out of that), and me telling her how I "feel" and all that gushy goodness (which again, Quil felt the need to laugh at).
What are you laughing at you pedo? You're in love with a toddler. I know it was a low blow, but at least it got him to shut up.
This whole time! Everything was a lie, wasn't it?!
What the hell are you talking about, Seth?
You were just using me to get into my sister's pants! He shuddered at the thought.
Clearly, the kid was losing it. He began flashing images of us hanging out, playing video games in his room, running patrols together. If a third party was to see this, they would have sworn up and down that Seth and I were a flippin' couple.
Really, Seth? Quil chimed back in.
Are you going to go cry because your man-crush is gettin' it on with your big sis?
So clever, my friends are.
Shut up, both of you before you're stuck patrolling from now until fucking Christmas! I didn't hear another thought from either of them.
Dude, it's not like that. You know you're one of my best friends.
I was getting closer now, and I changed paths to head straight towards the three.
Then how could you do this, Jake?! She's Leah, and you're… YOU!
Um? I'll try not to be offended by that.
I know, man. But… I like her. And she likes me.
I flashed him some more PG-13 images of Leah and I again. He didn't like the whole 8 ball thing, but Quil and Embry were about dying laughing at this point.
Now, I was entering the small clearing where they had stopped. Seth and I phased, and Quil and Embry stayed wolf, probably to talk more shit.
Seth was visibly angry, and with good reason. I was the kid's role model; he looked up to me. Well I was anyway, now I was the guy who was trying to get with his sister.
"This is stupid, Jake. Leah doesn't deserve this, not again! You could IMPRINT, and then what? You saw how she was after Sam… and I can't sit back and watch her get her hear stomped on. It might kill her this time." He looked down, his voice growing softer at the end.
"Seth. I'm NOT Sam. I won't break her heart. I won't imprint."
"You DON'T know that, damn it!"
"Yes I do." I didn't know who I was trying to convince more, Seth, or myself. "And Leah's a big girl. She knows what she's getting into, and as long as she'll have me, I won't leave her." Oh God, now I'm starting to sound like Edward.
After a while, Seth calmed down a little, but only enough to deliver me a threat.
"Jacob. I swear. I SWEAR if you hurt her, even so much as a hair on her head, I will hunt you down, tear you limb from limb, and burn you to a freakin' crisp until all that's left of you is a pile of ashes. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
What is it with these Clearwater's and physical threats?! Man. But I understood where he was coming from. When Paul imprinted on Rach, it took everything in me to not gut him in the middle of my living room. Seth loved his sister; I mean, truthfully, all they had was each other and Sue. That's why I had no doubt that if I ever did hurt Lee, which was the last thing I intended on doing, he would very well kill me.
"Crystal Clear, kid."
He looked back up at me, some of the anger gone from his eyes, but I could tell I wasn't completly forgiven.
"One more thing. Could you please NEVER let your mind slip like that again? PLEASE? Because I might just die if I have to ever see Leah… like that again." He smiled, and I laughed. I guess our friendship was still intact.
Olivia's POV
"Jake should be here in like ten minutes, ma. So that means you and your hubby need to bounce."
I stood in the kitchen, fixing my make-up in the microwave's reflection. My mom was lingering, trying to give me last minute tips on how to "woo" Jacob. I didn't need any help though; I mean…it's me. Olivia Smith. My name alone use to have girls' hiding – practically throwing their boyfriend's in my arms before I could snatch them up from under their noses.
"Well maybe you should try a different outfit, Sweetie. Something…sexier. Cut lower, ya know?"
"Um, I'm trying to look attractive, mom. Not whore-ish. Thanks anyway."
"Fine, fine. We're leaving now, Sweets. Call me and tell me everything that happens!"
I ignored her excitement (and her attempts at living vicariously through me) and walked towards the bathroom to tease my hair. Being this pretty was hard work, let me tell you.
I heard a knock on the bathroom door and looked in the mirror to see my dear old step-daddy leaning awkwardly against the frame.
"We're about to step out for a while, Liv. You need anything?"
He was different from the rest of mom's boy toys. While most of them pretended I didn't exist, and some of them even hit on me, he actually attempted to get to know me.
"No, I'm good Pops."
He smiled and nodded, then paused like he had something to say. Apparently he thought better of it, because he turned around and walked away.
About fifteen minutes later, I heard the doorbell ring, positive it was Jake. I made him wait for about a minute, then opened the front door.
Oh my Jesus Christ, Lord Almighty! This boy gets hotter every time I see him. He was wearing a tight dark grey shirt that made his skin look a cream red, and baggy black jeans that exposed the top of his boxers. All I could think about was how much better those pants would look on my floor…
"Hey Jake!" I hugged him, and felt him tense up.
"Uh, what's up Liv?" He responded while pushing me off of him.
"What's up with the cold shoulder?" I stood to the side as he brushed past me into the house, and trailed him into the living room. He down on the couch, instantly making it look super small.
"Look Olivia", he begins, pinching the bridge of his nose and then staring up at me. "We're friends, right?"
"Of course, Jacob." I took the opportunity to slide into his lap, which he hastily removed me from.
"Then stuff like thatneeds to stop." He inched to the farthest edge of the couch, putting as much distance as he could between us as possible.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Jake." I slid closer to him, taking my hand and rubbing it down his arm.
He flinched, and looked weakly at my arm before shaking his head. Why was he acting like this?
"Livvie, I just really don't think my girlfriend would be too thrilled about the whole extra long hugs, lap-sitting thing."
Girlfriend? You have a girlfriend?! Since when?"
I was heated. I got off the couch and turned my back to him, hoping he would try and comfort me.
No luck.
This guy was either completely oblivious, or just plain uninterested. Either way, that could easily be changed.
"Since last night."
Okay, so I admit I'm not the smartest person ever, but this was easy to piece together.
"That girl, the one in the red? THAT'S your girlfriend?! She's like… forty! How do you even know her?"
He laughed at me, and then smiled all stupidly, like a little love-sick puppy.
"She is only twenty, and regardless we – uh, date."
If it was ANY other girl, I would have been okay. But it was her. And she was actually… competition.
Oh well. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
I turned back around, unzipping my hoodie and walking back towards him.
"Jacob, you don't need her. You don't want her."
I threw the hoodie to the ground at his feet. I couldn't read his face at all, he wore an emotionless mask, and his eyes were cold.
"Liv – please, don't."
I didn't want to talk anymore. Talking wasn't getting me anywhere. So I took his face in my hands, and I kissed him.
Hard.
And he didn't fight me.
A/N: Dun Dun Dunhhh ! Jacob wouldn't . I mean, would he? Nahh... of course not. Not our Jacob. He couldn't. aha. right? .... RIGHT? *gasp*
