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The Pack?

A pack of what? I once again began to think Jacob was some cult leader, planning on using me for some sacrificial ceremony.

Well, if he was looking for the blood of a virgin, he sure as hell needed to look somewhere else, because that isn't me.

I braced myself for whatever might come around the corner, not quite expecting what actually did.

Didn't know he meant a pack of male strippers. Hm. A girl could get used to this!

They were all the same gorgeous caramel color of Jacob, much of it showing due to their…lack of shirts. And just clothes for that matter. Seriously, it was almost fucking Christmas and they were all in knee length jean cut-offs and sneakers. Not even any socks.

Really, Henna? You almost never wear socks yourself, you're sounding like your mother.

"Uh...Guys, this is Henna. Henna, these are my...friends. Sam, Paul, Jared, Quil, Seth, Brady, and Collin." Jacob pulled me back to the present as I smiled shyly at them, feeling rather embarrassed and awkward at gawking at them like they were some freak show. They all were smirking and nodding, looking...almost pleased with me? I guess that was a good thing, or a really, really bad thing, if this was actually a cult.

In all honesty, they kind of were a freak show, though. Who the hell walked around in nothing but shorts in NOVEMBER? It was more than obvious that it was cold outside, but they didn't seem to get the hint as of yet.

"Hi." I said simply, bringing my hand up for a moment in a wave.

The cockiest out of the group, I believe he was Paul, stepped forward first, his arrogance rolling off of him in waves. He was a walking LMFAO song.

"Hey yourself. Do you believe in love at first sight? Or should I walk by again?" He winked, and I let out a laugh.

You have GOT to be fucking kidding me! Jacob was friends with an asshole like this!?

I leaned forward, crooking my finger towards him in a 'come hither' fashion.

"No, sadly. But, ya know, I have this thing…Where I can spot an asshole at first sight. Trust me; you don't need to walk by again." I gave him a bright smile as a group of 'Ooh's and low whistles chorused behind him, causing him to growl and narrow his eyes.

"Enough, you guys." One of the other men said, stepping out of the group and towards Emily. His name was already engraved in my mind, feeling somehow like I would need to know it later. Sam. He looked older than all of them, somehow. I think it was his eyes. They were much wiser looking, like they had held and seen a lot more than the rest of this "Pack" of Chippendale's in training.

"Yeah, hands off, Lahote." Jacob grumbled from behind me. I turned around, holding up a finger.

"Now, wait just a second. Who said you had any say on who put their hands on me?" I suddenly felt a bit pissed off, mostly due to the fact that the last thing I was going to do was let a man control my life and the people in it and I was confused as fuck. "Last I checked, you had none."

One, on the second day of my arrival, a hot ass-literally and metaphorically speaking-man decides to go from being a raging asswipe to a cuddly and…admittedly wonderful guy. Then, he gets me drunk at some club and takes me back to my house (Which I still don't know how he got me there) and DOESN'T EVEN TAKE THE OPPURTUNITY TO SLEEP WITH ME!

I mean, yes, it's great he didn't take advantage of me while I was in that state, but at least it would've given him a good reason to act this way. All…protective and whatever he was doing. Or, at the very least liven things up a little bit! Get's the people going!

Henna, you're not Chazz Michaels, either. Just stop.

Jacob faltered, shifting his gaze from my finger to me, then back to my finger, and then finally returning to my face. That's when I noticed something else about him. I may have said that Sam's eyes were deep and experienced.

But Jacob's were deeper.

"Sorry, didn't think you wanted him touching you. It didn't look like you were all that jazzed about the idea." His glare pierced through my soul, it was worse than any mom-death-glare mixed with the first and middle name scream.

"Well, just so you know, I'm not jazzed about the idea. But, I think I can manage to let him know myself." I nodded, trying hard to not drop to my knees and ask for him to forgive me for being such a cold-hearted bitch to him. Again. I shouldn't do this to men, no wonder I'm single. I turned back to face Paul, tilting my chin up.

"What Jacob said. Hands off." I stated, whipping my head back to the counter and grabbing my spoon, taking another bite of the now bearable chowder.

I could hear a few clearing of throats and Paul's huff of breath as he turned and went into the living room, grumbling about 'Maybe losing his touch' before his voice was silenced by the buzz of TV.

"Sam, what was the reason for calling me if you were just gonna have me hang back and twiddle my thumbs? Henna didn't need to miss work." Jacob's full attention was now shifted to the man that now held Emily closely in his arms. He looked at Jacob and quickly eyed me, my back stiffening as I straightened and clasped my hands in my lap, not wanting to be mentioned at all at the moment. He shot the boys sitting at the kitchen table across from me a stern look, twisting his chin toward the doorway.

"Out. I need to talk to Jake about this. In private." He stated, his voice clear and demanding. My eyes widened and I felt my breath catch, causing Jacob to look down at me, his expression now worried.

"You okay?"

I nodded quickly, putting another spoonful of soup into my mouth before picking up my bowl and beginning to step off the stool, to which Jacob grabbed my shoulder, making me freeze.

"Where are you going?" He asked, his tone now worried as well, not one ounce of anger in it. Had he just completely forgotten about what I had said to him? Were these mood swings even normal?

"I'm…He said that he wanted to talk to you in private. I just thought I would go out and get acquainted with your friends." I shrugged, meeting his eyes. He smiled lightly at me, his tongue flicking out for a split second to lick his lips, not helping me with my 'To jump and do naughty things to this man or not' dilemma.

"We can do that later, at the Bonfire. This involves you too, Henna." Sam's voice broke through Jake and I's little moment, and I watched as his lips turn to a snarl and he cocked his head toward Sam.

"What the fuck are you talking about? How does this involve Henna?" Jacob's voice was suddenly threatening, more like a rumble than an actual voice.

"The treaty's been broken. By Bella." Sam stated, and everything in that moment went quiet.

Whoa-ho-ho, how about that for a cliff-hanger, huh? Guess what! It is currently 4 in the morning. I'm in that excited bubbly everything-is-fucking-hilarious stage of sleep deprivation. Right after the stomach pain and nausea, and before the total collapse into bed. In my opinion, this stage is the best.

That was a...chapter! I guarantee, she is going to have ALOT more interaction with the Pack! Patience, my dear readers! I know, I've stretched your patience alot lately, and I SO appreciate those of you who have stuck around with all these time gaps and stuff. Trying to get my life figured out, which isn't easy for a teenager like me sometimes, and especially when people start causing even more problem outside of it! Grr.

Anyway, the last of the holidays are APPROACHING! I'M SO EXCITED! All these holidays are coming fast this year! What are all of you guys hoping for? (Besides Taylor Lautner, because that sexy piece of man meat is MINE!) Hehehe. I love you guys, and hope everything is going okay with you, and that you and yours have a wonderful holiday! Again, I apologize for the wait. If you liked, please review, follow, or favorite, or if your feeling really in the giving spirit, maybe all...three...? :) I'll see all ya'll later! Don't forget to smile!