I know I haven't updated in a while but I started school and I got really caught up in my classes and all my free time went to practicing the piano for class. I'm sorry. smiles guiltily. I hope you guys like this chapter!

I know everyone is like, 'What the hell happened with Jacob?!' All in good time. I know it's a little confusing, trying to figure out what is going on with that boy right now, but just hold on and the clues will start to pull together.

Jayden's POV

I woke up around five and turned on the TV. I didn't want to wake up Paul or Rach, so I kept the volume on low. I turned it to the Martha Stewart Show, since there was nothing else on, and went into the kitchen to find something to pig-out on.

I opened up the fridge and found a jar of fudge sundae topping.

Yum.

I grabbed the jar, along with the peanut butter, and got a large spoon. I sat my hungry butt on the sofa and dug in while making fun of Martha-dear.

That's how Paul found me a few hours later.

I looked over at him. He was in some gray sweatpants and a white loose t-shirt. He yawned and scratched his belly.

He looked at me through sleepy eyes. "What in the world did you do," he asked.

I looked down.

Okay. So after the fudge/ peanut butter mix I might have gotten up to get a few things to munch on some more. And by a few I mean: two bags of popcorn, pickles, olives, Poptarts, a sandwich, carrots with ranch, and a bag of Doritos.

So it was a lot.

"I got hungry?"

He looked around. "I can see that." He picked up a stabbed pickle and set it back down.

"I hate this bitch," I told him.

"What?" He looked at me like I had a third eye.

I pointed a fudge-covered spoon with popcorn stuck to it at the TV Martha. "She acts like she has the perfect life. I mean, I know she has to have problems in her family, but she acts like a robot! I hate that!"

He chuckled. "Yeah, I think you had a little too much to eat." He looked at my array of food. Then he scowled. "Are those my Doritos?!"

I looked at the now empty crumpled red bag on the table, pilled under the peanut butter jar. "Umm, I'll buy you a new one?"

I saw his jaw flex. "Damn right you are. I hid that from Rach just to have you find it. I thought I hid that good too."

I rolled my eyes. "Behind the toaster isn't exactly a spot that no one is going to see. I mean, you didn't even stick the morning paper on top of it to hide the bag."

He walked over to the kitchen. "I hope you get the shits from my food," he mumbled.

"I'll be using your bathroom, so you'll suffer from the stink," I yelled to him.

"You're fucking sick!"

I laughed.

I heard Rachel coming down the stairs in a pair of short-shorts and a tank. "Someone's cold," I said while licking the chocolate off my spoon. "Morning," she said brightly.

Paul came over with a giant bowl of Froot Loops and gave her a loud smooch on her cheek. "Morning babe."

"Mmm, morning snookims."

I covered my laugh with a cough. Paul looked at me. "You might want to put a sweater on Rach." She looked at him confused but then looked down and ran up the stairs.

I fake-pouted. "Where's my morning greeting? All I got was a rude, 'You're eating my food!' speech."

Paul huffed and bent down to my level to give me a hug. But before he could I swiped the spoon out of his cereal bowl and took a big bite.

"What the hell?!" He took the spoon out of my mouth.

"That cereal is so good! Give me more!" I reached out like a little kid. He tipped the bowl and drank the rest of the contents, loops and all. "You are a horrible person."

"Yeah, well I licked the spoon and I haven't brushed my teeth yet, so in a way I got you back."

I shrugged. "Whatever." I jumped up and threw the blanket off of me. "Can I borrow some shorts?"

"Why?"

"Gosh, who are you? My father? No, I take that back. He could care less." I looked around for my shoes.

Paul grabbed my arm so I had to look at him. "Jayden, why?"

I yanked my arm away. "I'm going to have to start calling you my guard dog." I laughed. "Sort of fits, huh? Jeez, if you really want to know I'm going to a walk on the beach. Is that okay?"

"Look, I'm just trying to watch over you. I don't want you getting into any trouble."

"Well then I'll be sure to call you when I get that free call in my cell." I scowled and found my shoes under the couch. I tugged them on and stuffed the laces inside.

"I'm not fucking saying you're going to get arrested. I just know that you like to be at the wrong place at the wrong time."

I stood up, trying to be taller-ish. But I only came up to the bottom of his shoulder. "Like that's any different. I don't need anyone to look after me. I can take care of my self and I don't need you." It wasn't true but I didn't like to show weakness.

He crossed his arms over his broad chest, making his arms even bigger than they already were. He leaned down so that he was eye level with me. "Listen. I don't give a shit if you don't want my help. You have it whether you want it or not. I know you're in a bitchy mood right—"

"You know nothing! You have Rachel. She loves you and you love her. She's always going to be there for you and you for her. Nothing is going to ruin it for you. It's not like your fucking imprint tried to kill you!" I knew I had watery eyes but I wouldn't let the tears fall, I wouldn't let myself look like a baby.

Paul uncrossed his arms, letting them fall on my shoulders. I shrugged them off. "I don't want to fight with you. You're not going out by yourself and that's final. Don't argue. I'll send Quil with you."

I wiped my hand down my face. "I have to go for a walk or something."

"I'll call Quil. Wait until he gets here. Okay?"

I nodded.

He left the room to go make a call and I plunged face-first into the couch. "So…," I heard Rach.

"I knew you were listening. It doesn't take that long to get a sweater. Do you have medicine for cramps?"

"Oh, that time of the month?"

"Yup," I said into the cushion.

"The stuff you need is in the bathroom but I don't have any meds. I'll ask Paul to pick some up for you." I 'Mm-hmmed'. I heard her walk out.

I remember reading somewhere that if you lay with your front half down and your butt up in the air, like a cat stretching it helped with the cramps, that or something warm on your stomach. I didn't have anything warm so I tried it out.

Maybe it took time to actually take affect?

"What the hell are you doing?" I turned my head and saw Paul and Quil.

"Woman problems," I said. They looked at each other and shrugged.

"I told Seth to get your things from Sam's house so you don't have to dig around to find something that doesn't drag on the floor, since Rach is about a good two heads taller than you."

"How considerate of you, Paul." He left to go find Rach.

"So, what's with the whole yoga pose thing," Quil said pointing to my rump in the air.

"Like I said, woman problems."

He thought about it for a minute. His dark eyebrows shot to his hairline. "Oh, I get it!"

"Congratu-freaking-lations." This dumbass thing was doing shit for me.

"Are we going to go?"

"I'm waiting for my clothes." I looked at the TV and saw Martha making a wreath now; Red, green, and white colors for a Christmas special. Must have been a re-run.

Quil sat next to me. "This is kind of awkward, you know?"

My butt was right next to his shoulder. "I didn't tell you to sit there," I said.

He shrugged. "It is a nice view." He wiggled his brows.

"You're such a pervert." We watched some TV. "Oh!" I jumped up to Quil's side of the couch. "What," he asked, startled.

I sat on my heels by him, making the sweetest fast I could muster up. "Quil, we're best friends, right?"

He looked at me curiously. "Well, I wouldn't say best friends."

"Give me your hand."

He looked confused. "What? Why?"

"Just do it already. It's for a good cause." He shrugged and put his hand in mine. I took it and put it on my lower stomach.

"Whoa, you know I love ya and all, but I don't like you in that way and all, right? And Jake—" I winced at the mention of his name, making Quil leave his sentence unfinished. "Okay. So if you wanted to make a move you didn't have to ask," he teased.

"Oh shut up, this feels so good!" He tried to take his hand back but I held tight. "Don't. I have some seriously bad cramps and you are a lifesaver."

He looked from me to the hand and back again. "How the heck is this helping?"

"It's warm and it works, believe me." I maneuvered so that I was lying next to him, with his hand still attached to my gut. "Don't move." I lifted my borrowed shirt and put his hand on my exposed skin. It felt so much better. "Wake me when Seth gets here."

"You're taking a nap? Now? Can I have my hand back?"

"I didn't get much sleep." He didn't comment. I leaned my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes.

Jacob's POV

Paul had called Seth and told him to bring the clothes over to his house for Jayden.

I wanted to see her. I had to see her. I needed to see her. I missed her so much so I told Seth I was going with him. He yelled for a bit but gave up and told me that I had better keep away from Jay and not try to talk to her. I agreed and we left Sam's after eating breakfast—thanks to Emily—and getting Jay's bags.

We phased and ran to Paul's. When we got there I could hear Paul and Rach messing around in the kitchen. I was going to make a snide remark but thought better of it. I was already in the doghouse so why make it worse?

We phased back, put on some cut-offs, and walked into the house.

I was assaulted by the smell of Jay. I could hear her light breathing and knew she was asleep. I wanted to pick her up and cradle her in my arms, but I knew that if I even reached out to touch her everyone in the house would want to beat me, and I didn't want to get hit.

Seth sat the bags down and we walked into the living room. I stopped where I was.

There, sitting on the couch with Jay, was Quil. He had his hand under her shirt, on her stomach. She was asleep with her head leaning on his shoulder.

The only thing I thought was, MINE, before growling in rage.

Oh shit!!!!

I can't believe it!!

So, what is Jake going to think is going on and how is Quil and Paul going to act when they see that Jake is close to Jayden???

Questions, questions…..

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