A/N: Finally! Holy mother of god, FINALLY! SETH CLEARWATER IS SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL! *Clears throat awkwardly* Sorry… Got a little carried away there. I wonder what's going to happen to Ivy…? Poor thing. I kinda feel bad yanking her man out from under her like that. But at the same time, I don't, because he's gorgeous. Well… RxR… Thanks to everybody who's sticking with this story. Especially LuVsKy101. You've stuck with this story from the first chapter. I love you. Forever and ever. Even when you're sleeping. Especially when you're sleeping. JK :] ~NeonWaffleSauce :D

Disclamer: Suck it. I don't own Twilight. But I do own Leslie Reo and her backstory. So if you take that, I will find you and eat your entrailsJ

Chapter 13

Embry P.O.V

I wanted to vomit. I wanted to punch him in the jaw. I wanted to cry. All at one time. I was so confused I could barely form a rational reply.

"What?" I sputtered, still trying to clear my head. Seth sighed in exasperation.

"This is the 3rd time I've told you, man… I Imprinted on Les." My head finally started wrapping around the fact. Seth was Leslie's… soul mate. Ouch. That stung.

"You're positive?" I asked, still praying that he'd made some sort of mistake. He nodded solemnly, as if he'd never been more sure of anything in his life. I couldn't speak.

"I'm sorry, man…" Seth whispered, laying his hand on my shoulder. But I knew he wasn't sorry at all. He was only saying it to humor me.

"What are you going to do about Ivy?" I pressed, shrugging his hand off.

"I feel like Sam, Embry. But worse, because I know what its going to do to Ivy. Hell, she doesn't even know about the pack, man! How am I supposed to explain this? I don't know… I just don't know!" Seth threw his hands up in the air in frustration, and I felt bad for the kid. Ivy and Leslie were best friends, just to top it off.

"Seth?" Mr. Reo stuck his head out the door. "She's asking for you." Seth's heart jumped audibly, and I grumbled to myself. What did I do to deserve all this fucked up karma?

"Coming!" He didn't even give me a second glance before following Leslie's dad into the hospital room. I skulked into the room behind him, looking anywhere but his happy-go-lucky face.

"Seth! Ivy's not here, Jake's with Isabi- Bella, Quil's… checking on everybody, Paul's being a jerk, and you left me? I'm heartbroken." Leslie whined, and I could see how whipped Seth really was. Leslie only thought of him as a friend, but she could've gotten him to do absolutely anything she wanted him to.

"I'm sorry Les… I'll make it up to you." He said sincerely. She pretended to think about it for a minute before answering.

"Forgiven, my friend." Leslie said, sitting up. She was able to move around pretty decently now without help, seeing as her wounds were healing quicker than expected.

There was a knock on the door, and Dr. Cullen walked in. The revolting stench of vampire hit me full force, and I had to fight my urge to gag.

"Ah, Ms. Reo. I've got some news." he stated. Leslie crossed her arms over her chest.

"Alright. Let's hear it." This side of Leslie was completely new to me. I was used to the raw, emotional, sweet Leslie. Lately, she'd been putting up a wall.

"You can go home today. I've got some antiseptic body wash for your cuts, and as long as you change your bandages every day, you should be fine."

Dr. Cullen was smiling at her, but the frown on her face was evident. She wasn't quite comfortable with the idea of vegetarian vampires. I don't think she bought it.

"Thank you, Dr. Cullen." Mr. Reo said, standing. Dr. Cullen nodded his welcome before excusing himself from the room.

"Hey. Paul, you know you want to carry me to the car, right?" Paul laughed, but agreed, oblivious to Seth's glares. Since Leslie had figured out it was Paul who was ogling at her the day she was changing in the woods, she'd surprisingly gotten closer with him. They were like old friends now. If there was anybody I trusted Paul not to phase around, it was Leslie. Even though they had their fights from time to time.

"Jesus… What do you eat, bricks?" Paul pretended to stagger under her weight, and she smacked him in the back of the head lightly. Grinning, he resituated her in his arms and carried her out of the room. Mr. Reo went to the front desk to sign Leslie out while the four of us headed out to Mr. Reo's truck. Leslie's Jeep was at the shop getting a tune-up.

The drive to the Reo's house was full of Leslie grumbling about Mr. Reo's crap taste in music. She was going to say "shit taste in music" but caught herself just in time. She was about to give up and just turn on the radio when she picked up a Celine Dion CD.

"What is this?" She asked, her eyebrows raised. Her dad glanced over at the CD before turning a deep shade of red.

"That was… a gift… from, uh… Brynn." He stuttered out, and Leslie gaped at him. She just stared at him like he had a third eye.

"Brynn? Brynn Shaw? Holy crap, Dad!" She exclaimed at last, and it finally clicked. Brynn was Ivy's mom. Brynn had just gotten divorced. Brynn was, according to Paul, a milf.

"Brynn Tapia now, sister… And its just a CD. Don't get so hyped up." He said defensively, and Leslie huffed loudly.

"Dad. Seriously. She's my best friend's mother." I saw where she was coming from. If Mr. Reo and Ms. Tapia/Shaw started going out, and things didn't work, there would be loads of awkwardness when Leslie and Ivy would hang out.

The phase, "saved by the bell" got a whole new meaning when we pulled into Leslie's driveway. Mr. Reo cut the engine and practically scampered up the walkway to unlock the door. Leslie rolled her eyes in exasperation before clambering awkwardly out of the truck.

"Ouch… Damn rocks…" She muttered under her breath, staggering up the walkway after her father. Moments later, Seth was right beside her, helping her up the steps of the porch. Paul stopped me before we went in after them.

"Embry… I know you don't want to hear this, but I think it'd be better if me and you left." He said. I looked at him quizzically. What was his problem?

"Dude. You love her. She's not your's. Seeing them together these past couple of days has been killing you. I can see it. Its better if you just don't talk to her until you're sure you're over it." He gave me a light shove away from the house. Leslie turned around when she noticed we weren't right behind her.

"You idiots coming in? Or are you going to stand there and flirt?" She called out with a grin. I began to say something when Paul cut me off.

"Patrols, Sugarlips!" Paul hollered. I heard Seth growl from his spot by Leslie's side, but she didn't seem to notice. She winked at us before allowing Seth to walk her though the door.

"I really do not like you, Paul." I snapped, before stalking towards the woods to phase. Maybe if I ran fast enough, I could get the stomach-turning image of Seth's love struck face out of my mind.

Leslie P.O.V

"Leslie? Why'd you do it?" Seth asked from his place at the foot of my bed. I took a bite of my Poptart, my eyebrows knitted together. I knew what he was talking about, but secretly I was praying he wouldn't ask.

"Why'd you jump?" He asked, and I sighed though my nose. I didn't know if I should tell him the real reason I jumped, or the story I'd been telling everybody the entire time. As far as everyone knew, I jumped off the cliff because I wanted to see if I could do it. Stupid, I know, but nobody but Seth questioned it.

"I jumped because I was trying to do something that would make sense." I said truthfully. He looked at me in confusion, and I tried again.

"I jumped because I was hoping that after my near-death experience that I'd be able to get my shit straight. Realize what matters and what doesn't." I explained, and he nodded once in understanding. Seth had become my closest friend since Ivy'd gone to Seattle to visit her father. She was going to be gone another week. When she heard about my accident, she tried to come back, but Seth had assured her that I was going to be just fine and waiting for her when she got back.

"You jumped because of Embry, didn't you?" It was more of a statement than a question, and I knew I had to talk to somebody about it. Nodding slowly, I set my Poptart on my bedside table.

"Can we go somewhere? I'm sick of being bedridden." Seth began to protest, but I was already standing. Shaking his head in defeat, he slipped his socked feet into his tennis shoes and followed me out the door.

"Mr. Reo? I'm gonna take Leslie out to get some fresh air. Be back in an hour?" Dad tossed him my keys with a knowing smile. I wasn't allowed to drive until I got my bandages off, so Seth had become my personal chauffer.

"Tell him I said thank you!" He called after us, and I raised my eyebrow at Seth. He shrugged as if he didn't know what my dad was talking about, and I let it drop.

"Seth?" I asked, climbing into the passenger seat. He grunted a response as he started the ignition, and I took a deep breath.

"Thanks for being there for me… I mean, you didn't have to stay with me all that time at the hospital, but you did. You've kept me company. You're a good friend." I said, staring at the road ahead of us. I knew this was going to be an awkward conversation, but I had to thank Seth. If it wasn't for him I'd have gone crazy, all that time alone. Or dead, him not finding me in the first place.

"Don't thank me. I'll always be there for you, Les." He replied. His face was solemn, but I couldn't help but giggle. He sounded like some sort of soap opera.

"So where we headed, Cap'n?" I questioned, propping my feet up on the dash. Seth looked over at me, a haughty smile on his face.

"I know a place." Was all he said. I set my jaw in a pout, and batted my eyelashes at him like a little kid.

"Seffy… Tell me! Puh-lease?" I pleaded, and he shook his head no. I tried my next tactic.

"I'll call Sue. I'll do it." I warned, pulling my cell phone out of my pocket. He grinned at me.

"You don't have her number." Shit. I didn't have her number. Approach Number 3!

"I'll sing the song. So help me God, I'll sing it." I threatened. He tried to brush me off, and I took a deep breath.

"MY MILKSHA-" Seth's hand flew across the console and clamped over my mouth before I was able to finish my verse. I grinned even though he couldn't see it. He cracked easier than I thought he would.

"Okay! Jeeze… You mean business. I'm taking you to a meadow… Its really pretty. No need to break out the big guns." He muttered, his hand still on my mouth. My tongue shot out of my lips and coated his hand in my spit.

"Nice try." Seth said with a grin, rubbing my spit on the side of my face. I squealed, trying to get as far away from him as possible.

"Gross, Seth!" I exclaimed, wiping my face off on the collar of my shirt. He just grinned goofily, and I couldn't help but smile back. Seth Clearwater smiles were contagious.

"We're almost there. We've got to walk a ways, but if you get tired, just let me know okay?" I nodded, and he pulled into a pretty big path that lead into the woods. For a while it was nothing but greenery, but eventually a large white… mansion came into view. My breath hitched in my throat, and I shot an acidy glare at Seth. I didn't want to see the Cullens.