(A/n – Okay, sorry about the lack of update. I had written the majority of the chapter, and I was pretty happy with it. And then I came on to continue, to find it had been been lost to some sort of format malfunction. Not happy at all. So I'm actually really annoyed, angry, and upset about the entire thing. But yes, here is the chapter. Reviews will cheer me up.)

Chapter twelve

Rosalie leaned against her car, one arm crossed over her waist, whilst the other hand twirled her hair between her fingers absent-mindedly. She glanced around, she couldn't hear a truck or anything for that matter. It frustrated her waiting, she never waited for anyone. But for some reason, she was drawn to staying, to wait for him to turn up. She wasn't here on her own free will, it had all been Edward's idea. She had screamed, argued and shrieked her refusal, but Alice had been the one to convince her. Alice was not one for conventional techniques. Rosalie had gone into her large wardrobe earlier that day to find it completely empty, with a note from Alice stuck onto the door.

''Rose,

As much as I love you and your sense of fashion, I will be burning the clothes if you don't do it.

Yes, even the dress that you know I really like.

Don't make me do this.

Alice.''

Rosalie had hunted high and low for her expensive wardrobe, but Alice was fast, cunning and knew all the places that Rosalie would check. Alice had also decided to stay away from the household, letting Rosalie figure out she was not for negotiation. Rosalie had searched for her pixie-like sister, but could only find Jasper, hiding in the library with his nose in a book. He had looked at Rosalie nervously, knowing why she was here.

''Alice said that I cannot be used as a tool for negotiation.'' He said from behind the book, and Rosalie had rolled her eyes in response. She would never hurt Jasper, thought sometimes it was quite tempting because she knew it would seriously piss off Alice. She had sat down next to Jasper on the leather couch, and he had attempted to ignore her by burying his nose further into the book.

''Jasper, we both know you are not interested ''Moby Dick''. You find that entire decade of novels boring.'' Rosalie remarked, finding his attempts to ignore her hilarious. He had obviously been told to hide in the library by Alice, as she knew he would be nervous. He had put the put book, and sighed.

''Rosalie, we both know you are at least a tiny bit interested in Jacob Black.'' He mimicked her tone, and raised an eyebrow. When Rosalie had looked at him in disgust, he had picked the book up again and pretended to focus on the words.

''I see Alice and Edward have gotten to you too.'' She muttered, giving him a sore look. He simply raised his eyebrow at her, and didn't respond. She had sat with him for a few more minutes, before standing up and heading to leave the room. Jasper had cleared his throat, and she had paused for a moment.

''You know, it's actually better than I thought.'' He voiced, and Rosalie had shook her head.

''What?'' She asked him, confused.

''This book. I didn't think I would like it, but now that I've given it a try, it's much better than I thought.'' He mused, and Rosalie had rolled her eyes. She had chose not to respond, and simply left the library.

Now she stood against her car, wondering where on earth he was. Alice and Edward had waved her off almost an forty minutes ago, and she had been leaning against her car for twenty. She couldn't hear anyone, and she was becoming extremely frustrated. She couldn't understand why she was so nervous over the fact that Jacob Black might have stood her up, that Jacob Black had lost interest in her. But it stung a small nerve she didn't even realise she had, a nerve that didn't like to be touched. But somehow, Jacob Black was the one strumming it. She gave a small frustrated noise out, and pushed herself off the car. As she did this, she heard a large noise from the forest area behind her, and she whirled around. Out of the green trees and long grass, jumped Jacob Black. He halted himself, nodded at Rosalie and placed his hands on his knees. As he was bent over, he looked up at Rosalie, and flashed her a lopsided grin. Rosalie held herself back from smiling in response, and she found this quite difficult. Instead she simply turned her head away, and brushed some hair out of her eyes.

''Hi.'' He spoke, between catching his breath. Rosalie didn't respond, but looked back at him. He stood up right from the bent over position, his chest slightly heaving under the loose checked shirt he wore, and his jeans were worn. His hair was shaggy, falling over his eyes slightly, and his skin glistened slightly with light sweat. She knew he trained hard, but it was probably the unusual heat of the day that caused the sweat. Jacob waited for the response from Rosalie, then shrugged when she never gave him it. She stood warily, watching him walk around her car.

''You're late.'' Rosalie finally said, as she quickly checked her appearance in the mirror. She hated what she was wearing, it was the only thing Alice had not stolen from her. It was a light blue sun dress, which was simple in design and material. She didn't know why Alice had chosen to leave that, but Rosalie could not find anything else, not even in Alice's wardrobe.

''Only by like twenty minutes. Dad needed me to run a few errands.'' Jacob laughed, and shrugged it off.

''I don't wait for anyone.'' Rosalie said, spitefully. She was frustrated that he didn't seem to think his lack of time keeping was important.

''Well, you waited for me to turn up.'' Jacob suggested, laughing once again. Rosalie growled slightly, and pulled her car door open. She sat down in the car, and slammed the door shut. Jacob stood still outside for a moment, before climbing into the front passenger seat.

''I didn't realise you would have such a huge problem with me being late.'' Jacob sighed, and looked at Rosalie. She refused to look at him, simply stared out of the front window of the car.

''It's not that it was you. I just don't like people being late.'' She defended herself, suddenly realising how silly she sounded. Jacob nodded, and then began to admire the interior of the car. Rosalie started the engine, and silently smirked as she listened to him wolf whistle about her car. Whilst he might not have been complimenting her, she was pleased that he was admiring something that belonged to her. They drove in silence for a few minutes, Rosalie occasionally speeding up and slowing down, as Jacob stared out the window. They didn't put the radio on, but it was a comfortable silence. Finally, Jacob broke the silence.

''I'm surprised this is happening.'' He admitted, causing Rosalie to laugh a little. She glanced over at him, to see the surprise on his face that she didn't yell abuse at him.

''Yeah, well, it's only because Alice stole my wardrobe.'' Rosalie grumbled, then laughed lightly. Jacob smiled.

''She stole your wardrobe?'' He asked, thinking it was a rather strange thing for Alice to do.

''Yes, she did. That's why I'm wearing this disaster.'' Rosalie admitted, gesturing down the simply dress. Jacob remained silent for a few moments, simply looking out the window.

''I think the dress is pretty. Especially on you.'' He whispered, causing Rosalie to look around at him for a moment. Her hands tightened slightly on the wheel, as she tried to control herself from whatever she was feeling in her stomach.

''Can you explain to me how imprinting works?'' She could not hide her curiosity. Carlisle had explained it to her, several times. But she wanted to hear about it from a werewolf, from somebody who was currently under it. But most importantly, she wanted to hear how Jacob would describe his experience, but Carlisle had mentioned it can be different for everyone.

''Well,'' Jacob started uneasily, the first time he had acted like this since his arrival. ''Basically, I don't see anyone else anymore. Yes, I see them, but I don't look at them anymore. Girls that I used to look at, that I used to think were beautiful, are still beautiful, but I no longer think of them as anything more as a pretty girl. They no longer grab my attention, they no longer have this hold over me anymore.''

''What about Bella? Weren't you in love with her?'' Rosalie asked carefully, trying not to show too much interest in the subject. Jacob didn't notice, he just shrugged.

''I thought I was. But I just see her as my sister, my best friend.'' He answered, and Rosalie felt strangely relieved that she would not have to compete with Bella for Jacob's affection. She realised that she was thinking that, and quickly shook the thought away. She decided to speed up, it would help keep her mind from wandering back to that.

''Where are we going?'' Jacob asked, it hadn't been his choice of time, place, activity. He had only agreed to do what he was told by Edward.

''Somewhere Alice and Edward picked out, actually.'' Rosalie rolled her eyes, they were extremely insistent with what they wanted.

''What about Jasper? How come he never gets to decide anything like those two?'' Jacob asked out of sheer curiosity, he never heard Rosalie or Edward talk about Jasper.

''Alice decides what they do. Jasper is only too happy to make Alice happy, he would give her the moon somehow if he could.'' Rosalie laughed, and then felt a small pang of pain in her chest. It made her think of the time when Emmett would have found a way to give her the moon, or whatever she asked for. But that time was gone, no matter how much she wished it was still happening. But now, there was a strange feeling in her that she wasn't too sure how she was supposed to react about. Jacob didn't respond to her reply, simply stared out the window watching the trees and hills fly by. Finally, they arrived where Edward and Alice had decided they would go. Jacob stepped outside the car, and grinned.

The small lake that a few locals know about, it was kept a secret from tourists and the youth, due to their destruction of things. It was completely silent, the lake was empty. The lake rippled slightly in the light wind, and the blades of grass that covered the hills and surrounding area moved gently in time with the water.

''I don't really know why they picked this.'' Rosalie said as she came out the car, the wind blowing slightly in her hair. Jacob smiled, he knew that they knew it would be deserted, so they wouldn't be disturbed and Rosalie would not need to worry about the sunlight. He grinned at her, and she simply rolled her eyes. They both walked in silence to the side of the lake, where Jacob sat down and looked out over the top of the water. Rosalie stood for a moment, before sitting down next to him. It was quiet, but not tense. It was comfortable, for a few minutes. Rosalie brushed her hands over the grass on the ground, and sighed.

''Emmett and I never did this.'' She whispered, and Jacob smiled weakly.

''What? Visit the lake?'' He asked.

''No. I mean, just be together. Emmett always had to be doing something.'' She shrugged, passing it off as something less than it was.

''Did you always want to be doing something?'' Jacob asked, staring up at the sky. He lay back onto the grass, and embraced the warm day momentarily.

''No, not always. But I did what made him happy. What made him happy, made me happy.'' Rosalie sighed, and Jacob flinched slightly. He sighed inwardly, and both remained quiet. Rosalie didn't know how to act, or what to say. All she knew was she could feel his strong heartbeat, and his extreme heat on her skin. She craved to touch him, but forced herself to ignore this. Instead, she focused on the sound of the wind, which sadly did not cover up the sound of his heartbeat. Rosalie fought the temptation to put her hand against his chest, and feel the heartbeat properly. She closed her eyes for a few moment, and took in several breaths which she did not need, but felt that they would distract her. When she opened her eyes once again, Jacob was sat up next to her, looking at her.

''Are you uncomfortable around me?'' He asked, obviously concerned over her actions. She sat silently for a moment, before shaking her head.

''Good. Because I really want to do this, just once.'' Jacob said, before he leaned in and kissed her.

Time stood still, the wind seemed to stop, and the water seemed to become still. Rosalie felt the high temperature of his lips against hers, the furious heartbeat in his chest, and she could smell him. But his smell no longer seemed repulsive to her, it no longer pushed her away from him. Her mind screamed at her to pull away for a few seconds, before it seemed to become numb. All her enhanced senses tingled, Jacob seemed to awaken something inside of her that she couldn't understand. This was nothing like it had been with Emmett, this was different, this was new. She responded to his kiss, gently, trying to savour the moment that she knew she would regret when she pulled away. Jacob's lips felt like fire, they burned her yet she was too weak to pull away from them. It was only when Jacob placed his hand on her lower back, that she pulled away. For a long moment she stared at his face, drinking in every little feature. The small scar next to his eye that humans would not notice, the thickness of his lips, the depth in his eyes. He looked back, at first in confusion, but that faded into admiration. He leaned in to kiss her once again, but she placed her hand on his chest.

''No.'' She whispered, and closed her eyes. Jacob understood, and remained still. He let her feel his heartbeat through the coldness of her delicate, yet strong, hand. Rosalie's hand tensed slightly as she felt the strength of his heartbeat, taken back by the heat of his chest, and the way he felt so delicate against her hand, yet she knew deep down that he was an equal match for her. She closed her eyes once again, and just let the rhythm of his heartbeat tell her what Jacob wanted to say.

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Okay, so now the story is thickening, and we're getting somewhere with Rosalie and Jacob. But of course, you guys know as well as I do that this will not be easy from now on. Rosalie has her pride, Jacob has his Pack. Both has demons, both have enemies, both have somebody in their life that may not let them move on. So like I said, this chapter was slightly late because I lost everything. But then, I think this turned out a lot better than the other chapter because I could rethink everything. Mhm. So please review, tell me what you loved, what you hated, what you want to see. Please don't comment with with ''Update!'' because it really annoys me, and makes me feel like never updating again, because you're not really appreciating the work I put into my story, nor are you telling me how to improve my story. Anyway, thanks for reading.

Happy reading.

- Amy.