And when the day is done, and I look back
And the fact is I had fun, fumbling around
I'm gonna fuck it up again
I've acquired quite a taste
For a well-made mistake
I wanna mistake why can't I make a mistake?
A Mistake – Fiona Apple
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"Dude, you'd better slow down, that's like your fourteenth...or fifteenth...beer somehow," Mike yelled over the loud music.
Jacob rolled his eyes. "Mike, you should try saying 'dude' more often, it works well for you," he said with a booming laugh.
Mike howled in laugher at his joke and staggered off to find another drink. Jacob quickly grabbed another shot off a tray that was being passed around and downed it.
Mike was right...this stuff does get easier to drink….
So far, his plan was working. He had drunk enough - and fast enough - that he had more than a buzz. His vision was blurry, his words were starting to slur, and it was harder and harder to put one foot in front of the other.
And most importantly, the more beer he drank the fainter Renesmee's face became in his mind.
I should phase...wonder what it would be like to run drunk as a wolf, he thought to himself with a grin.
Suddenly, a familiar scent caught his attention. His nostrils flared as he reacted to it. Was he glad to have found it, or not? He didn't have much time to think about it.
"Jake!" Carly squealed, bouncing up to him.
"Heyyyy," he slurred as she hugged him.
"I'm so glad you came out," she drawled, smiling at him.
"Yeah? Why's that?" he asked, downing the rest of his beer. She giggled and tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder.
"Because I never see you out at these things and I wanted to get to know you better. You seem like such a cutie," she added shyly.
Jake caught himself giggle slightly. The beer was definitely catching up to him, he noticed with groan.
"I'm glad you took my invite seriously," she purred, running her fingertips down both of his arms. His skin didn't tingle when she touched him like Renesmee made him do, but it still felt good to be touched by someone.
"Yeah, I figured it was high time I got out and saw what this whole 'college' thing is all about," he replied, a cocky edge to his voice. Carly ate it right up.
"Oh? Is that so? Well either way, I'm happy you did."
A surge of satisfaction that he couldn't place moved through him. She was happy that he was there.
"Really?" he asked, squinting down at her face. She turned her head to the side, looking at him.
"Why do you have to be so cute?" she drawled, giving him a playful slap on the chest.
"Oh, it just comes naturally to me," he replied, shaking his head. Holy shit that sounded cheesy. She laughed, reaching over to squeeze his arm and giggle again. Clearly she had had a few drinks before she met him tonight.
"Why don't we get you another one of these," she said, taking his cup and grabbing her own. "So that we can go somewhere and talk."
Jacob learned very quickly that Carly was a woman of her word. Within minutes she had returned with two more shots and a beer for each of them, which he eagerly downed.
They continued to flirt and make small talk for several more drinks, and both of them were quickly growing more and more intoxicated by the minute.
Carly really wasn't that bad, he decided. She was very nice, and a lot of people seemed to like her, and she was always asking him about himself. She had a decent sense of humor, and laughed at everything he said, and he felt guilty for leading her on like he was. He almost felt bad talking about himself so much. Almost.
And too bad practically everything I have to tell her about myself is a lie. I wouldn't have to lie to Renesmee. No! Stop thinking about her idiot. That's the whole point of tonight.
After weeks of missing Renesmee, it was pretty nice to have someone to talk to and fill a bit of the void she had left in his life.
"Don't you think?" she asked suddenly, snapping him out of his deep reverie.
"What?" he asked loudly, trying to talk over the loud music. Carly just laughed and pressed her hand against his chest, her fuzzy looking face making him smile. He squinted again as she said something, but the alcohol was making it hard.
"Let's go somewhere else!" she yelled loudly to him.
She giggled drunkenly while she led him through the crowed hallway to a staircase. They pushed past the loud groups of people as the music boomed in the packed house. Soon, he found himself upstairs in an empty bedroom with her. He was definitely drunk, and although he knew his hot body wouldn't let it last long before burning it off, he was a little bit nervous to be so intoxicated.
Uh oh, this is not good, he barely had time to think before she had the door closed and locked. She turned to face him, and her body seemed to radiate lust as she stalked over to him.
He leaned against the dresser, drunkenly fumbling with his cup. "So, um, what are we doing up here?"
"Well Jakey, I just wanted to get to know you a little better, is that such a crime?" she said, smiling at him.
Jake winced a little, squirming where he stood. It wasn't that he minded Carly; he didn't' mind her a bit actually. She smelled good, but different from Renesmee. From what he could see, she was attractive, and she was always nice to him. In another situation, they probably would have been friends.
That, however, was not what Carly had in mind. In a flash, she was across the room and pressed up against him, moving her soft body against his. She giggled as the beat of the loud music downstairs caused her to fall into rhythm as she moved. He laughed, mainly at her attempt to be cute. And she was.
Before he really had time to contemplate how 'cute' she was, she had her mouth pressed up against his and her arms clamped in an iron grip around his neck. In shock, he tried to pull away as she moved her mouth against his, but her whimper made him stop. She pulled away and looked at him seductively.
"Now Jakey, I just wish you would let me be nice to you...you seem like such a nice boy, and I just want to get to know you better. I wish you'd let me," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. He looked down at her pleading eyes, and instantly felt horrible for what he was about to do.
The ache in his heart for his imprint wasn't getting any better, but his longing to be loved was. He knew that this wasn't love; it wasn't even close. But tonight, he just didn't seem care. Any touch would do – it felt good just to have someone else near him.
It could have been the beer, it could have been his loneliness, or it could have been all his depression from being away from Renesmee. Or from going almost a decade without this type of physical contact with a warm, female body. The last time he had even held a woman was Bella, sadly enough. His body was longing to feel something; anything. He felt his reserved feelings start to slip away as she kissed him again.
He paused slightly, closing his eyes. He kissed her back.
The feeling of guilt returned as he clamped his eyelids shut and Renesmee's face appeared in his mind. Slowly, he made himself feel like it was her mouth on his. Those were her hands weaving themselves in his hair.
Carly began unbuttoning his shirt slowly at first, then quickened as she grew more impatient. His breathing sped up as she raked her nails down his pecks, making him start to grow hard.
This is wrong this is wrong this is wronggg….
She ground her hips against his middle in response to his growing hardness, and he felt his hands make their way up to grab her hips tightly. It almost felt like his entire body was on autopilot. Her mouth pressed against his even harder while his fingertips kneaded at her waist, which was still grinding up against him.
A low growl suddenly escaped his lips and his eyes flew open. She would definitely notice something was off about him if he continued to growl. Luckily, Carly seemed like she had had enough to drink not to notice. And she didn't.
I wouldn't have to hide a growl if I was kissing Renesmee….No! he thought to himself. He wasn't going to allow himself to consciously acknowledge that it wasn't her he was kissing.
"Mmmmm…" she gasped, shoving her tongue into his mouth at the first opportunity. He raised his eyebrows in surprise, but quickly let his tongue mingle with hers at the pleasantness of it all. She tasted sweet and good…very warm and inviting. As he moved his tongue with hers and she continued to grind on his hips, he felt himself grab her even tighter and begin to melt into her. He wanted this; he needed this. He hadn't been with a girl like this in so long that he was aching for it.
He tried to stop his mind from having logical thoughts as her iron grip around his neck loosened and her hands moved to his now very tight jeans. He kissed down her neck, his lips leaving a hot trail as he moved to suck on the spot just below her ear. Carly moaned and grabbed him tighter though his jeans as he moaned and moved against her.
She giggled at his reaction and lead him over to the bed.
"I hope whoever's room this is doesn't mind!" she laughed, throwing him down. He laughed drunkenly as he bounced on the bed and she joined him, jumping on top of him. Her lean legs straddled his body as he laid on the bed, the room spinning below him. Carly kissed down his neck as he stared up at the ceiling, the colors of the plaster above him swirling into shapes and pictures. He closed his eyes to stop the dizziness, and that's when the visions came.
In his mind, he again saw Renesmee. Her warm, chocolate brown eyes remained constant as her face grew older and shifted around them. The first image he saw was the time he had seen her for the first time, newborn and still flushed from excitement over Rosalie's shoulder. Her face aged and changed with time, always showing him a new picture. It was almost as if she was there, showing him these pictures, her cool palm pressed lovingly against his face.
He saw her face when he had given her the Quileute promise ring. He saw her when he had taught her how to ride a bike without training wheels. He saw her face when she blew out all of her birthday candles and he was the only person she looked at. He saw her face when she had taken his hand as they walked along First Beach.
Jacob was so lost in his vision of the dark brown eyes that he barely registered Carly unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, and he didn't even feel her unbutton his pants. He was brought back from his reverie when she placed her warm mouth on his cock, licking and sucking greedily. He looked down at her briefly, but the sensation overtook him completely as she moved her mouth up and down his shaft. It had been too long since he let himself feel like this.
He groaned loudly as he became more and more aroused, and his sounds only seemed to encourage Carly as she sucked and lightly grabbed at him. Her mouth moved up and down as she licked him, and he felt the familiar feeling of his stomach tightening and his cock began to twitch in her mouth. He was so used to his relief being a private ritual that took place during his showers or late at night in the woods when he was alone that it was almost as if a strange wave of relief was washing over him. Jacob let his head fall back on the bed as he let release hit him like the waves crashing against the sand on a dark, isolated beach.
x-X-x-X-x-X-x
Alice hugged her tight as she sobbed. Her tears were for the confused feelings she had for the kisses she had shared with Jacob and Stefan, but also for the fear of what she had seen. Shame rolled off of her in waves as she cried into her aunt's neck; she was supposed to be a full grown woman now and she was already crying about a bad dream. But she couldn't help but be upset. The glowing, crimson eyes were always staring at her from the outskirts of the meadow, and they haunted her then and even now when she was awake and safe in Alice's arms.
"Shhhhh, it's okay," Alice cooed, cradling her as they hugged tightly. Renesmee sniffed and finally relaxed a bit in her aunt's stony arms. She fiddled with the silver and woven charm bracelet that Jacob had left beside her bed a few days before. Just knowing that a few short days ago his fingers had touched it comforted her a little bit. However, she had not missed Stefan's eyes when they fell on the silver addition to her body.
"Alice…I…I saw the eyes...they were red and…they wanted to come after m-me…" she stuttered at the tears continued to flow.
"Who was coming after you?" Alice asked, looking down at the shaking girl in her arms.
"I-I don't know!" she exclaimed, sitting up to wipe her eyes. Alice gave her a sympathetic and slightly panicked look as the brushed her unruly curls out of her eyes and face.
"Your future keeps changing…I'm sorry I can't see you more clearly…I just wish I could make it all better," Alice sad ruefully.
"I know you would Alice…I know you would," Renesmee said, nodding at her.
Alice's lips were in a thin line as she watched her petrified niece. She knew something was coming – but she just didn't know what.
"We'll keep you safe in the meantime, okay?"
Renesmee nodded as familiar feelings came flooding back to her.
Why do I always have to be the one everyone is protecting?
x-X-x-X-x-X-x
"Alice, please try."
"She clearly is Edward! Please relax and give her some room to concentrate!"
"She could see her before, why is this so different?" Edward fumed.
"We have to know what's going on!"
"Great, just great! Renesmee is in danger and we can't even help her!"
"Are you sure you can't see her?"
"I'm positive," a very frustrated Alice groaned from the couch. Her pretty eyes fell to the floor as her panicked family members flitted all around her. Jasper looked on with a sympathetic gaze.
"Alice-"
"Don't you think I'm trying!" she snapped.
Bella patted her hand reassuringly, and Jasper put his arm protectively around her as she fretted.
Alice had finally broken down and told Edward and the rest of her family about the strange visions she had been having about a mysterious vampire, and now everyone was in full panic mode. She hadn't wanted to tell them, but she knew she wouldn't be able to forgive herself if something bad happened to her niece.
Edward and Rosalie both paced in front of them furiously, while the Denali clan watched from the couch on the other side of the room. Emmett was standing in the middle of the room, his fists bunched up and ready for a fight. Stefan observed the scene that was taking place from the corner – he wasn't sure what to think.
"There won't be a fight tonight, Emmett, settle down please," Edward muttered, eying his brother. Emmett nodded, noticeably calming himself with a grunt. He sat on the coffee table in the middle of the room, watching as Edward continued to pace.
"We don't even know if this dream means anything, Alice. Edward and I have seen her have this dream before; it could just be a deep rooted fear that she keeps thinking about before she falls asleep," Bella tried to comfort her.
"Listen to Bella, honey," Jasper said softly, stroking Alice's arm.
"Either way! So even if there is nothing looking for her- no, hunting her, she's having thoughts so terrible that she wakes up from her nightmares?" Alice said.
Edward shook his head as he paced. "Please just concentrate Alice. You said it yourself – you can see her when you concentrate on her future."
Alice sighed and tried to focus her panicky thoughts enough to see her niece's future, but all she got was a fuzzy blur. She threw up her hands while Jasper and Bella both tried to comfort her.
"I can't…I can't! It all keeps changing, and it's fuzzy as all hell anyway!"
"We must protect her at all costs!" Rosalie growled, looking at the rest of the room.
"Then we will," Emmett growled back.
"Please, Emmett," Bella sighed, giving him a look of warning. He grunted again and looked up at Rosalie.
"It's okay, I'm upset too," she replied, giving him a sympathetic look.
"Well, we can't just sit here and wait! I will not have my daughter act as bait!" Edward hissed. "We need to figure out what this means."
"Like I said, it doesn't mean anything is coming after her!" Bella reminded him. "I used to have nightmares all the time – they were just a result of bad thoughts I had right before I fell asleep."
"Yes, this is true," Edward agreed. Bella was the last person close to him to remember sleep, and he took her opinion seriously.
"May I suggest something?" Stefan spoke up.
"Of course," Edward mumbled, motioning towards him. Stefan walked slowly to the middle of the room, his mouth turned into a slight scowl.
"What if, we all just keep a close watch on her, as usual. We don't take her out of hearing range of Edward – you would be able to hear an intruder's thoughts as long as he or she was within a what – three mile radius?"
Edward nodded. Stefan took a breath and continued. "Well, we wait. We'll take her out so that she doesn't think anything is really wrong, and never leave her alone outside the house. If there is anything, it will get frustrated and undoubtedly do something when at least one of us is around, wouldn't you think?"
"So babysit her constantly. Great," Rosalie muttered. "She'll really go for that,"
"It would be worth it to keep her safe," Edward growled. Alice winced and looked up at him.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. He nodded and looked out at the tree line, frowning. He had no doubt that his friends and family would do just about anything to protect Renesmee, but would they die to protect her? He knew he and Bella definitely would, but would the rest of them? It was unfair of him to ask that of his family and friends. For once, he actually wished for Jacob Black to be there to help protect his little girl.
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As soon as she had finished going down on Jacob, Carly had moved to lie beside him on the bed and had promptly passed out. He looked over at her as she slept deeply, her warm breath blowing on his arm as she curled herself into it. Giving her sleeping form a sympathetic smile, he carefully got up. He swayed a little as he stood, getting his balance. The alcohol was definitely still affecting him as he sucked in a breath and steadied himself.
He looked down at Carly again, throwing a blanket around her. Checking to make sure she at least still had her purse, he quickly buttoned his pants and threw his shirt back on. Barely anything registered with him as he stumbled down the steps of the house and out the front door, pushing people out of his way as he jogged outside. Once he was out into the cool, fall night air, he gasped for breath.
The ache in his chest had gone from a dull pounding to a full out roaring pain. The heat seared through his heart as if it had been set on fire, and he grabbed at his chest, wincing as he stumbled down the sidewalk towards his dorm. All he wanted to do was sleep off this alcohol and try to forget tonight hadn't happened.
He felt horrible for what he had done…because he liked it. He had needed it. He had enjoyed it.
And nothing had ever felt so wrong in his entire life.
By the time his head hit the pillow, he was wincing from the pain of what he had just done. He had heard tales from the other pack members about wolves who had tried to fool around with other girls while waiting for younger imprints to grow up and become the appropriate age – it never went well. And now Jake knew why.
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By morning, it became evident that what he thought had been pain last night had just been a subtle reminder of Renesmee. Now it felt like someone was taking a jackhammer to his head and carving her name into his forehead.
I literally feel like I'm being punished, he thought, rubbing his temples. He squinted at the bright light that was flooding the bedroom. It was almost as if daylight knew what he had done in the dark of night and was now punishing him for it.
"Ulgh," he gasped, getting up from his bed to stand. He glared at Mike, who was snoring away on the top bunk. Jacob grabbed the cord to the blinds and yanked it, sending them crashing down to meet the sill. Mike snorted and barely stirred in his sleep. Rolling his eyes, he stretched and tried to get rid of the splitting pain in his head and chest. Nothing seemed to help.
He knew what he was going to have to do. He picked up his phone from his desk and silently opened the door to his room. Walking down the quiet hall, he noticed that it was still almost silent.
Must be early, he thought. He padded his bare feet down to the lounge at the end of the hall, and flopped down on the vinyl couches. Glaring at his beat up phone, he finally picked it up and dialed her number. His head was throbbing, and he knew that it would stop a little if maybe they worked out a few problems.
It rang a few times, and he held his breath. He just wanted the throbbing pain in his head to stop, and he had a feeling that hearing her voice would help.
"Hello?" she croaked. He was instantly on edge – was she hurt? She sounded hurt!
"Nessie?"
"Jake?"
"What's the matter? Where are you? Are you hurt?"
"No, no, Jake. I…" she trailed off. "I'm fine, I'm fine. I promise." She glanced down at the silver bracelet on her wrist and her heart instantly began to ache for him.
"Why do you sound like crap?" he asked, sitting up on the couch.
"Gee, thanks.." she said, rolling her eyes. Glancing at her clock, she winced at the early hour.
"What I meant was why do you sound so bad?"
"Why are you calling so early? What time is it there?" she asked, changing the subject. She really did not want to waste phone time with Jacob by telling him about her bad dreams like a little child.
"I don't know, early. Don't change the subject," he replied gruffly.
She recoiled a bit, shocked at his tone. "Jake, I…why are you calling me?"
"I…I don't know…I just needed to hear your voice. Is that so bad?" he snapped.
"Jake, where have you been? You were here the other night. Why didn't you wake me up?" she asked, tears suddenly welling up in her eyes. His voice sounded so good that it hurt.
He was in no mood for her game of twenty questions. His fist shook as she spoke.
"Nessie, what's wrong?" he asked. "Don't lie," he commanded in his Alpha voice. "I can tell something is wrong."
"Jake, you just disappear in the woods one night, I don't hear from you for weeks, then you show up on my birthday when I'm already asleep, and then call me two days later and expect me not to have been worried?"
"I can explain, I just…with school and everything, it's been crazy, and I just didn't know what to say anyway."
"You didn't know what to say? Damn skippy you didn't know what to say! I've waited to hear from you for weeks!"
"Nessie, I was just busy, okay? I'm calling you now, that's all that matters."
"Is that so?"
Jacob winced. She was pissed. And she had every right to be.
"Ness, I just needed to hear your voice, okay?" he said, half gasping. The pain in his head had gone from a dull roar to a throbbing, splitting migraine. It hurt even to blink. "Well I have news…you really didn't seem to miss me too much. You've been busy, Renesmee. I could smell him on you."
She fumed, her cheeks lighting up with shame and resentment at him. "How dare you! Jake, you've been gone. You kissed me, then you rejected me, and made your feelings quite clear. What the hell was I supposed to do?"
"Run into this 'Stefan's arms I guess, I-"
"He at least was here for me on my birthday. He doesn't reject me, Jake. He pays attention to me and is there for me and makes me feel…whole again. And if you don't like it, then screw you!"
"Ness…I'm sorry...I just…don't do this to me. I can't live without you – don't go with him. I'm sorry…don't do this...I'll die without you, Nessie-"
"Yeah? Well I have news for you, Jacob Black. I needed you too, but you weren't there. But that doesn't matter now, does it? Everything is ruined," she said, the tears welling up in her eyes as she spoke.
"What are you talking about? Renesmee, you know how things have to be between us! I couldn't…I just…I'm not going to have this conversation with you over the phone, and that's final!"
She fumed. How dare he!
"Yes, you're right Jacob. We're not having this discussion over the phone. In fact, we're not having this conversation anymore at all."
Click.
x-X-x-X-x-X-x
She snapped the phone shut and clenched her teeth. Within seconds, the silver phone flew through the air and shattered as it hit the far wall. A few bits of drywall fluttered to the floor and left a dent. She would have felt bad for damaging Carmen's house normally, but not today. She quickly threw some clothes on and raced down the stairs.
"Where are you going?" Edward asked, looking at his daughter.
"Out," she snarled, flinging the back doors open.
"I'll go," Rosalie said, taking off after her. Edward nodded as the rest of his family watched with alarmed eyes. No one wanted her to be alone, but Edward knew she would be safe with Rosalie. When provoked, Rosalie was not a vampire to be messed with.
Rosalie caught up to her a few hundred yards away from the Denali house. She knew that Edward would be able to hear the thoughts of an attacker as far as three or four miles out, so as long as they didn't go that far they would be safe.
"Are you following me?" Renesmee growled, turning around to face Rosalie. Rosalie retracted, looking hurt.
"I just didn't want you to run off upset is all," Rosalie pouted. Renesmee kicked at a rock under her toe and sighed. She shared a special bond with the blond vampire that not many people did, and she felt bad for yelling at her.
"I just want to get away from that house for awhile and just…be!" she huffed as she began to walk. Rosalie's heart broke for her niece.
It was no secret that being a vampire was not what Rosalie would have chosen for herself. However, that part of her was softening with each year she spent with Emmett. If her fiancée would have never beaten her to the brink of death, and if Carlisle wouldn't have saved her, she would have never met Emmett. He was her entire reason for living this life…this…existence that they lived. She couldn't imagine life without him, and she felt horrible that Nessie didn't have anyone to share that with her. Her expression softened as she watched her move through the trees; she wasn't really going anywhere specific, just wandering.
Rosalie felt like she was intruding on a private moment, so she hung back. She would have hated it when she was younger if someone was hovering over her during one of her tantrums.
"Don't go far," Rosalie warned as Renesmee continued to stomp through the wilderness.
She grunted a response, grabbing a sapling and ripping it from the ground. Throwing it into a hillside, it made a satisfying crunch as it fell to the ground with a shudder. She didn't know why she was even out there – she wasn't even thirsty.
The two women walked for several hours – Renesmee leading them in a zigzagging trail around the forest. Rosalie followed behind silently, trying her best to blend in with the trees.
Eventually, she caught the scent of some deer nearby. She knew Renesmee smelled it too, and the two of them quietly headed in the direction of the herd. Deer were Rosalie's favorite – they were small, but provided a quick chase and an easy kill, and they were also fairly easy to drain without staining clothes.
Rosalie caught Renesmee's eye just as they were crouching at the tree line. A herd of about fifteen deer were grazing in the small clearing approximately fifty yards in front of them.
Suddenly, Rosalie jerked her head to the other side of the small clearing, her nose catching another familiar scent, but not food this time. Renesmee caught it at the same time, looking at her aunt with a panicky look. They both knew that smell.
Vampire.
x-X-x-X-x-X-x
Jake stared at the phone he held in his hand, shocked. Renesmee had just hung up on him, and out of anger no less. He couldn't remember the last time that had happened. He kept looking at his phone again and again, still so confused.
He growled as he stood up in the rec room. His fists began to shake and blur, and he could feel his spine tingling with the familiar heat of an oncoming phase. He was alone, but there was no way he could risk phasing right there. Without thinking, his fist connected with the wall, sending shards of plaster and dust into the air as he pounded it.
He stared at the large hole his fist had just made, and he could barely feel his hand screaming out in pain.
It was no use. Nothing was going to fix this for him. Slowly, he walked back down to his room. The pounding in his head felt worse, if that was even possible. Mike was still snoring away on his top bunk, and the TV was still on and blaring. Wincing, he shut it off and dug through Mike's top dresser drawer. He knew there had to be something in here for him to take…
He grabbed the bottle of Advil and glanced at the label, frowning. If a regular human man was supposed to take two every four hours, how many was a were wolf supposed to take?
They should make a label for that….
He huffed and dumped eight or nine into his hand and downed them quickly. A sinking feeling in his stomach made him think that it wasn't really going to do much good, but he shrugged and grabbed a bottle of water out of their mini fridge, downing it as well. If anything, it wouldn't hurt him.
He set his phone down on his desk and rubbed his temples. He still couldn't believe Renesmee had the audacity to hang up on him. His fists started to slightly shake just at the thought of it, but he took a deep breath and calmed himself. The pain in his chest was still very much present, and he felt like he was going to be physically sick. He never felt that way.
His first instinct was to feel really bad about what had happened with Carly – he had never gone that far with a girl before and he had expected for it to be slightly scary being that intimate with someone. Guiltily, he admitted that it wasn't. It had been great and he had liked it. The only part that he didn't like was the Carly part. He felt bad, because he knew he had used her. It wasn't right for him to be picturing someone else's lips on his, running down his body to his- well, he just knew that it wasn't right.
Something had to give. If she wouldn't talk to him, then he would just go back to Forks and make her talk. They had to be back from Alaska by now, right?
He glanced at his phone and winced. Calling her didn't ever seem to go very well. No, this needed a different approach. He scrawled a note to Mike saying he had to run home to La Push for a family emergency. He would just miss class today and spend the weekend at home, fixing whatever it was that was going on with Renesmee, and be back by Sunday night. Yes, for now that would have to do.
He grabbed his leather cord and an extra set of shorts before leaving his dorm. He walked to the edge of campus and through a few neighborhoods until he reached the woods. It was early yet, and no one was even out to see him disappear into the forest and strip down. He left his clothes in a hollow, rotting tree, and tied his shorts to his leg before phasing.
He began the run, his warm breath coming out in small clouds in front of his snout. The pain in his head and chest subsided a little as he got closer and closer to Forks.
He was almost instantly greeted by Quil, who was finishing up night patrol.
Jake!
Yeah, it's me. Hey Quil. What are you doing nights for? I thought you and Jared switched so that you could sleep outside Claire's window?
Yeah, that's what we were doing. Jared needed to stay home for a few days with Kim.
Is she okay? Is she sick?
You could say that. She's going to have a baby! Or a puppy, however you want to look at it! Ha ha ha…
Nice. That's great for him though.
Yeah, we were all pretty excited. They think she's about a month along…she was going to go to the doctor this morning, so Seth and I have been helping him do nights.
That's good. Jacob felt a pang of envy go through him at the news. It was easy for the rest of his pack. Imprint, fall in love, date, get married, have kids…it was all he had ever hoped for.
I'm sorry man., Quil said, reading his thoughts. Jacob felt his friend see his visions of the same thing, only with him and Renesmee.
So why you phasing? Are you…wait, are you coming home? He asked, catching glimpses of the scenery around Jacob.
You're heading west! Towards La Push!
Yes Quil, I'm coming home. Just for the weekend though.
Oh, that's too bad. We miss you Jake. It's not the same without our Alpha.
You know I hate being called that.
Well it's true!
Just keep it on the down low, okay? I'm just coming home for the weekend to deal with a few things.
Renesmee?
How'd you know?
Lucky guess. Is she back yet? I was just over by their house and I didn't smell her anywhere-
Wait, you mean she's still in Alaska?
I would guess so. You really haven't talked to her?
I have…last night. It didn't go so well. I got drunk and…did some stuff I regret.
What did you do?
We'll talk about it later. I need to talk to you and Collin.
Okay, will do. I'm sorry about Nessie man, that's rough. You guys will work it out though. You have to.
I hope so. I'll be home in a few hours.
Sweet. Alright, I'm going to bed.
Later.
Jacob continued his run home, satisfied that he would be able to make time to talk with Quil and Collin, both of whom who had imprinted on their mates when they were just children. Both of them had had a hell of a time explaining to the girls' parents why a sixteen and a seventeen year old wanted to spend so much time with little girls. It had been an interesting few weeks when that all happened.
The more he ran however, the more irritated he became about the fact that Nessie was still in Alaska. They had never taken a family vacation that lasted this long. This was making him insane.
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Author's Note:
Okay guys, please don't hate me for what Jake did in this chapter. Jake is frozen in a strange, awkward time in his life age-wise and I think that combined with his lack of real world experience would make him do some questionable things. To Jake, it was a lot easier for him to act angry and try to get even for Nessie smelling like a rival vampire than it was for him to admit to her that she hurt him and made him sad. He's a jealous boy, and he's hurting.
In my mind, these characters aren't perfect people, and they will do things that make you want to shake them. I wanted to let them both experience other people in a romantic/sexual way so that they could feel the longing for each other when they did stray from each other. Bottom Line: People make mistakes and do stupid things. Even if they love each other.
I believe that even with the imprint, they would still both wonder about what it would be like if they had other options. Granted, they're both a little miserable, but I feel like it would make their relationship stronger eventually. Thoughts? Please don't hate me guys : )