Leah's POV.

Dinner was a bore. I had Quil on my right saying how cute Claire has been getting and how close she is to being able

to say his name probably Then Paul on my left staring at Rachel like she was the most amazing thing on the earth,

which I can kinda understand, since he imprinted on her. The weird thing is, nothing has been awkward between Paul and

I. I thought it would be since we made out in Jacobs car. Speaking of Jacob, he had been silent all night. Just sitting a few people down at the table poking his food while the rest spoke possibly the loudest they could, Mrs. Call kept looking at me with a weird smile plastered on her face. Obliviously my darling mother had talked to her about me dropping out of school during my senior year, I really didn't see it as that big of a deal? Everyone does it, but that's not what had me in a awful mood. It was Emily and her big FAT mouth, I'm pretty sure I told everyone how much of a bitch she could be. But no

no-one believed me. They only saw her fake, miss 'I'm so perfect because I don't burn toast' image. I told Rachel about this afternoons events, only because she was the ONLY person out of the 10 that were at my house to notice the angry expression

I wore.

"So Leah, I heard your going to be Emilys maid of honour? How exciting" Mrs. Call beamed next to my mom.

I looked across at Rachel who gave me a reassuring smile

"Kim is actually going to be the maid of honour Mrs. Call" Rachel spoke on my behalf. "Kim has more space in her brain than Leah does" She added on earning a laugh from everyone in the room but my mom, Mrs. Call and Jared who looked like he was going to leap over and hit Rachel's head with a brick. Of course Paul would literally kill Jared if he were to do that.

"Thanks for dinner Mrs. C, but me, Paul, Jake and Jared gotta go patrol." Embry spoke standing up in his chair hitting Paul on the back of his head. I watched as the four boys continued to thank my mom and leave out my back door.

Jacob's POV.

"Hey guys guess what? Leah didn't decide to not be the maid of honour. Emily told her she didn't want her too." Jared said flashing us images of what he had seen from Sam a couple of hours ago.

"Brutal" Embry laughed along with everyone else

"Guys, lets just focus okay? Its not our business about what's happening between Leah and Emily."

I could imagine what Leah would say if she were to find out we were all snooping in her business, she really hated that. One time she pushed my down the flight of stairs in her house because I heard her talking about this bra or whatever. I didn't even know what the hell she was going on about, all I know is it was hilarious and totally worth getting bruises for.

"Awww. Sure Jakey, we'll stop. Maybe later you all can come over to my house and have a tea party?" I just rolled my eyes at Quil's comment.

"So what you like Leah now eh Jake?" Paul asked "She does this thing with her tongue-"

Thankfully I managed to block out everything else Paul said. I really did not want to hear about him and Leah's make out session they shared in my car. I decided to focus on the task I had, like what my dad always says 'Nothing is worth it, unless you fight for it'. Well that doesn't really have anything to do with the patrolling I'm doing. But it makes sense most days, especially lately with hormonal Paul imprinting on my sister of all people. The really funny thing is that he hasn't even told her yet, how soft is he? I guess once he does, and they start with the kissing and cuddling, then its gonna bother me a lot. Since the fact he basically lives in everyone else's home but his own.

"Thanks man." Paul said with a dull expression.

"So Jake." Embry broke the silence "Have you spoken with Bella lately?"

Bella. That was probably the longest Id gone without thinking about her. Thinking about her with that bloodsucking killer. Ever since that night at the bonfire, I haven't been able to see her as I did before, I don't know why but I haven't been feeling as sad as I thought I would. Every time I think about her, which is a lot. I don't feel sad, angry or sour. I don't feel anything, it doesn't mean I don't care about her, I would kill anything that hurt her in anyway. But I don't feel pulled to her as much as I used too.

"No." I said finally breaking out of my thoughts.