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(A/N: Thanks for the reviews, faves, and alerts! Anyways, to those of you who say its unfair Jake has a girlfriend, BELLA DATED SOMEONE TOO. And when he started dating Chimera he didn't know the real reason why Bella left. Anyways I threw in a little steamy surprise :cough: I'm a tease :cough: in here for ya'll =))

Chapter 24: The Pack

I know you feel alone, yeah, and no one else can figure you out

But don't you ever turn away from the ones that help you down?

Well they'd love to save you. Don't you know they love to see you smile?

Mid/Late November

The Clearwater's house, La Push Reservation

(Bella's POV)

Leah was having us over for a dinner rehearsal, or what she called a 'dinner party with the wedding guests.'

And when I mean 'us' I mean everyone- my old friends, the Pack, Sam and Emily, The Black's, Sue Clearwater. Charlie was planning to, but couldn't get the day free from work; Sue had invited him as her 'date.' I don't even want to imagine Leah and Seth ever being my siblings. It's not that I don't like them, because I do, but it's…weird.

I'd woken up before dawn; my thoughts made me restless for most of the night, so I'd given up and decided to stay awake. I'd baked enough for work that day since I was taking off, shortly after the others opened the store. I'd been asked by Leah to make cookies- a variety- and a regular vanilla cake for the dinner, so that kept me busy until I finally had to get dressed and leave. Dinner was at 3. I'd spent the entire afternoon prepping myself, using Autumn's 'yoga' techniques, as well as carrying on my habits of pacing and rambling. I spent the remaining time, over an hour, getting dressed. I blow dried my hair, and threw on a short sleeved, rather low cut, mauve, cotton dress Kyle had sewed for me as an early Christmas gift. He'd literally tossed the dress at me and told me I had to wear it.

So here I was walking up to the Clearwater's, and I was an hour early. Great, more time to panic. It'd be the first time I'd be with everyone since my return from Georgia. But things were different then: I had been with Jacob, easily accepted, and not afraid of being left out or invisible. I hated drawing attention to myself, but these people meant a lot to me and I wanted them to like me again if I was ever going to continue my life here. So far things had gone well.

I had to stop and crouch for a moment as I walked to the door, wanting to puke at the image of how I'd have to deal with watching Chimera interact with the others attached to Jacob's arm, her with Jacob, where I should be. I needed a pick- me-up. I was borderline depressed.

I walked up the wide steps to the faded brown house, and knocked, clutching the handles of the bag I'd stored my stuff in to my side. "Come in," Leah shouted enthusiastically from somewhere inside. Here it goes. I pushed the door open, gently, hoping to not cause a disruption and looked around, taking in the beige and white walls and the wooden floor. The kitchen and dining room were to my left and a section with a washer and drawer, as well as bedrooms that disappeared down a short hallway was to my right. The living room, fireplace included, was directly in front of me.

Emily was cooking and I sighed at the sight of something familiar. I crept in and peered around the corner into the kitchen. There was no door and a counter lied in the center. Leah was putting drinks in the fridge and Emily was arranging food on the counter. Wrapped plastic utensils and paper plates were stacked on the edge. Leah faced me and smiled. I could get used to seeing her smile. "Hey, Bella," she nodded. She pointed to the counter as I stood awkwardly in the archway. "You could put your stuff there for now."

Emily grinned, at least the unmarred side of her face did. "Oh my…Bella." She looked fuller, curvier. I'd almost forgotten she'd had kids. She approached me from the counter and hugged me. I held onto her tightly, like a life raft. She pulled away, glowing, hands planted on my arms. "It's so good to see you."

I smiled. "You too." I was still a nervous wreck. My hands trembled.

"Why don't you help us out? You can unwrap what's already here and lay it out the table." She guided me to the counter. "We'll be eating outside, obviously," she laughed. "But the food will be served in here."

"Yeah, yeah." I shook my head and went to work, clearing my throat out of habit as Emily returned to the stove, silently stirring something that was boiling. Leah moved across from me. "Where is everyone?"

Leah snickered. "Bella, you're early, in case you've forgotten."

I exhaled, feeling marginally relieved. "I know that." I grinned, uncovering the foil from a large, piping hot container, recoiling and sucking my burnt finger into my mouth, eyes watering with pain.

Leah watched me, amused. "You don't like the heat, Bella?" I glared at her. Emily peered over her shoulder and chuckled. "Is it too much for you to handle?" Leah smirked. I rolled my eyes and suppressed a smile.

"Leah, leave her alone," Emily rebuked playfully as she joined us. "She's only beginning to get back into things. Anyways…" Emily shot Leah a look which she returned by forming a halo with her forefingers and thumbs above her head, rapidly turning them upwards to mimic horns when Emily turned her back to her. I giggled. "The guys are snagging chairs and tables from the neighbors and their own homes. Sam's spending the day with the kids. Sue's with Billy, who may or may not be coming, and…" She glanced at the clock. T-minus 40 minutes. "And I'm assuming the girls will be here in a few minutes."

Leah ate a spoonful of macaroni, the homemade kind you can't help but love that contains no less than three different cheeses. She leaned over the counter and rested on her elbows. "They're too excited to see you."

I looked at her. "Really?" I frowned, worried. "Wait…are you sure?"

"Yes, Bella." She chucked the spoon in the sink, before helping me set up the plates, napkins and utensils at the end of the counter. "Contrary to what you may have believed…" She licked her fingers from remnants of cheese before continuing. "They miss you a lot. Brooke's going to lose her mind."

Emily turned down the burner. "I think she already has when she found out you were back."

I snorted. A silence passed. "Leah," I said. She met my eyes. "Who's…escorting me?"

A huge smile, oozing with mischief, met Leah's eyes. "Wouldn't you like to know," she teased.

"Is it Quil? I figured since…Autumn and Embry, Emily and Sam, Seth and Brooke," I choked on my next words. "Jacob and Chimera…" I gritted my teeth, and slammed a serving spoon into a platter. Both pairs of eyes were on me. "Carmen and Julius…" I listed on.

"Whoa." Leah threw her hands up. Shit. Don't dissect my tone of voice and my actions when I said Jacob and Chimera, Leah, please. I practically pleaded with my eyes. She wasn't even looking at me. She cackled. "First of all, I hate Julius, okay? And second, Carmen's walking with Quil."

Thank goodness. Bless you, Leah. "Oh."

"Rachel and Kim paired off," she continued. She swatted her hand. "The other guys…I'm not really as close with them, so they aren't going to actually be in the wedding. Eric and I had to come to an agreement on all of our choices regarding participants." She shuffled to my side.

"So, I'm walking down the aisle, alone." I felt so…dejected.

"No," Emily giggled and leaned over the counter across from us.

Leah titled her head towards me. "I have someone special for you." She winked. I did not like the sound of that.

I shook my head. "Leah…"

She shushed me, holding a finger to her mouth. "Don't start. He's my best friend from college and he's been Eric's best friend since they were in preschool. He introduced us. And you'll like him…really…He's tall, dark, handsome, funny, sweet, playful…" She said dramatically.

"Oh screw you, Leah," I snarled and rolled my eyes. "If you like him so much, why don't you date him."

She glared and flicked me off. "Bella, I'm not hooking you up with anybody."

She didn't sound too convincing. "Uh huh." I went back to work, irritated. Emily was laughing.

"Shit, fine," Leah huffed. "You need to get laid." She reallyneeded to spend less time around so many guys.

I blushed and gaped at her. "Don't look at me like that. When's the last time you had a little fun, Bella…in bed."

Sex. Wonderful. Was it possible to go one day without someone bringing up sex to me? Excellent. Heavy sarcasm right there. "I-I am not…" I pointed accusingly at her. "That is none of your business," I snapped.

Leah sighed heavily. "Bella, your 23 years old. You aren't seeing anyone, you're out of college and you've had sex before. You aren't a child, you're an adult. Make it casual. Have some fun!" I shot her the dirtiest, meanest look I could muster. She cowered slightly, before rolling her eyes. "I'm not saying you have to. I was kidding, sort of." I glared at her, shaking my head with my hand on my hip. Emily sniggered. Leah's shoulders slumped. "He's in a serious relationship with a girl he plans to propose to in a few weeks," she said, no hints of lies in her tone or evident in her face. "But," she smiled. "He's really…really…really good looking."

Emily smiled. "She's right."

I glanced between them, looking for a sign they were bullshitting me. I couldn't find it, so I gave up, slouching. "Yes!" Leah did a happy dance. "But, seriously, Bella…" She moved to my side and stared into my eyes. "When is the last time you did more than heavily make out with a guy? I'm not asking for your 'date,' I just…I want to know how…extreme things have been for you."

Translation: I want to know how difficult these past few years have been for you regarding physical contact.

I stared at her for several seconds. "It'll be four years at the end of December," I whispered, looking away. Emily dropped a dish and Leah's eyes widened. She appeared to feel sorry for me, more so than ever before. "Sorry if I haven't felt that way for another guy." Shit, I'd said that out loud. I swiftly glanced at Leah and Emily. "If you say what I just told you to anyone, especially Jacob…" I whispered his name. "Just…don't, okay?" I said, shakily.

"I won't," Leah responded sorrowfully.

"Bella…" Emily began.

Thank God, Brooke, Autumn, and Carmen chose to barge through the door at that moment. "We're here!" Brooke bellowed, drawing out 'here,' laughing. I couldn't believe it, but I really did miss her 'Gossip Girl,' preppy voice.

"Someone sounds a little too excited," Leah yelled and moved to the doorway. I spotted Brooke from over Leah's shoulder, still the tiny little thing I remember.

Oh, right, we were the same height.

She was beaming. Carmen was directly behind her…with short hair. She'd cut it off! And her look too, her clothes and makeup, were a lot softer than the rocker-chick style I remembered. I stepped aside as Leah seized Brooke's top and led her inside the kitchen. She was glaring at her. "If your good attitude has anything to do with Seth possibly sneaking out again to visit you in your apartment, I am…" She looked threatening for a moment then chuckled, loosening her hold on Brooke. "I am not going to be happy."

Brooke shoved her. "So, what if he did," she said. She leaned forward and motioned with her finger for Leah to come closer. Leah bent her head down and Brooke locked eyes with her. "We haven't had sex yet, okay, Leah." She pushed her away, laughing.

"No shit." Carmen hopped onto a counter. "You've been together for years. It makes me wonder." Autumn muffled a laugh as she moved to my side and hugged me. I was crammed into the corner. She rubbed my back reassuringly and I gave her a smile.

"I am a lady," Brooke spat, although humor was behind it.

"Sure," Carmen drawled. She finally spotted me and her eyes widened. "Bella Swan." She leapt off the counter, grinning, and jogged to hug me, crashing into me so that I fell against the wall.

I gasped and hugged her back. She wasn't even five feet tall but she was stronger than I'd thought. She didn't let go for a while.

"Excuse me," Brooke butted in and pushed Carmen aside. Carmen moved away, rolling her eyes and returned to a counter. "Bella!" Brooke smiled and hugged me. Well this was going…wonderfully. And that was surprising. Don't jinx it, Bella. "I'm sorry, so sorry," she whispered into my ear for several seconds, holding me tightly. I just nodded, tears clouding my eyes as I felt hers leak onto my shoulder. Brooke could be almost as bitchy as Leah, and as cold as…well I have no idea, but she was sweet when she wanted to be. I remember, back in high school, she'd always been misjudged because she came off as such a bitch. It was nothing but a popularity thing.

"Okay," Leah said loudly, prying us apart. Brooke wiped her eyes and I sniffled. She looked back and forth between us. "Brooke, I did all the apologizing already for you, Seth, and myself okay?"

Brooke pouted and nodded, taking a deep breath. "Just making sure…" She wiped a stray tear away. I laughed "What?" Brooke crossed her arms.

I caught my breath. "You. I forgot how dramatic you can be."

"You spoke!" Carmen cheered, eyeing me, smiling.

"I'm not a mute," I quipped, moving to her side, warming up to them quicker than I expected.

Moments later, after we talked like girls do, we were unsheathing the trays they'd brought and adding them to the feast. T-minus 20 minutes and counting.

Breathe, Bella. Autumn bumped her hip against mine. "Are you okay?" She whispered when she captured my gaze.

I was really getting sick of people asking me that, but I wasn't ready to put up a fight, so I nodded.

"So," Brooke piped up, lifting the wrapping off a strawberry cake Autumn had made and licking the icing off a corner with her finger. "Tell us about Bella's hot escort."

My eyes widened. Leah laughed.

There's my Brooke, always thinking about men, guys, men, men, men…and more guys.

Leah leaned sideways over the counter next to Brooke. "Nope," she sniggered and moved aside abruptly.

"Not fucking fair, Leah," Autumn said and popped Leah's bottom as she passed.

"Oh please, Autumn," Leah scoffed. "You already met him."

Autumn looked confounded for a moment, and then, as recognition crossed her features, she muttered, "Oh, yeah."

"Dish," Carmen chirped.

Autumn and Leah glanced at each other. Autumn smiled, blindingly. "Nope." Even Ipouted and sighed heavily at her response.

Moments later, we were pushed into the living room. I felt inexplicably shy. They talked about the guys, clothes, and random things. I hardly said a word. This was too…Did I really think I could fit back in? I'd missed them so much. I'd been accepted by them, but it'd been a ridiculously long time since I'd spent time with them. "So, Bella," Carmen broke my train of thoughts. My head jerked up and I returned her smile. "What have you been up to?"

I shrugged. "College, friends, school work, my job…I talked about some of that." They were watching me pitifully. Great. "Is this weird?" I gestured between them and me, indicating separate things- me, by myself, and them, the people I'd left, as a whole.

"Bella," Brooke, of all people, said. She shifted beside me on the recliner. She was half in the seat and half on the arm of the chair. She was higher than me at this angle, so I glanced up at her. "You've been gone for four fucking years," she explained, lifting her shoulders and looking at me, letting me know that that was the most obvious fact in the world. "We missed you" She held my hand. I squeezed hers.

Carmen kneeled in front of me. "Autumn told us everything."

My eyes darted to Autumn, seeking confirmation. "Yes, I did."

"And she kicked ass, major, royal vampire ass," Brooke giggled. She was probably the cutest thing ever.

Autumn rolled her eyes and stood up, walking around the couch. "For all of you."

Emily smiled at me from her position at my feet. "What we mean, really, is it's going to take some getting used to with you being back." I nodded, finally understanding. The others agreed.

"That does not mean we're angry with you," Carmen said. "We aren't. Things were pretty fucked up until we found out the truth."

"She's being honest," Leah said from the sofa. She looked bored, although I'm sure she wasn't; Leah didn't have very many expressions. "The Pack was literally split in two, and I'm not kidding."

I was shocked. "Huh?"

"Jacob couldn't find anything in him to hate you for what you did. Neither did Embry, because he knew, thanks to Autumn," she growled. Autumn smacked her arm without looking at her. "The rest of us, were completely pissed at what you did to Jacob." Leah really didn't know when to keep her mouth shut, did she? And that I was thankful for. "We thought you'd returned to Edward," she seethed. "Seth, who's always sweet when he's not being an aggravating little brother, was torn in two between his pack mates; he was the youngest one that didn't pick a side. There was a lot of fighting," she swallowed. "Jake's Alpha. If he's upset, we all are. Especially when there are vampires involved."

My heart sank. "And now?"

"Everything's fine. It's been fine since…"

The door swung open, cutting her off and grabbing our attention. Our heads turned to the sound and, what I assumed to be the 'fill in the blank' for Leah's remark, entered through the door.

Chimera. Her hair was down, and she was wearing a short, thin orange dress, a color I didn't think even Autumn could successfully wear. "Hey," she said, smiling. The others jumped up and greeted her.

And for one second I thought she wouldn't be here. Silly me.

"Where did you get the dress?" Brooke demanded. She helped Chimera set her stuff down on the dining room table- where we'd moved the refreshments and appetizers to. You have to remember we're feeding a pack of wolves that eat three times the amount they should.

"A thrift store," Chimera chuckled. Brooke's mouth dropped. Yeah, Brooke wouldn't be caught dead in a store that wasn't connected to a mainstream mall or one that didn't have a designer name stamped over it.

Everyone was looking between Chimera and me. I smiled. "Hey Chimera."

She hugged me. She smelled amazing, like cherries and flowers. Damn her. "I'm so insanely happy to see you here," she said, grinning over her shoulder as she led me to the couch. The others followed, wearing awed expressions. She nodded to Leah. "Leah said she finally decided to let you in the wedding. She's been thinking about it since you got back."

Leah shook her head, blushing almost unnoticeably. "I was only trying to get her back into our lives."

Autumn clasped Leah's arm and faced her. "And she will be." Leah stared at her for a minute before darting her eyes briefly to Chimera and me sitting close to each other on the couch.

Brooke plopped down next to us and eyed me evilly. "You two are getting along."

"I met her couple of years ago," Chimera said, calmly.

"Are you kidding me?" Carmen fell back against the recliner "Shit. Julius was right."

Chimera was watching the door. She stood up, and brushed past Leah and Autumn, like she remembered something. "I swear Rachel was right behind me. She was walking in with me." She stopped and leaned against the door frame, Emily across from her. I stood in between them, the other girls crowded behind me.

Rachel wore a bright, steel blue, knee length dress, very simple, with turquoise around her eyes. She really was beautiful. She was practically screaming into the phone, clenching the swinging bags in her free hand. "No, fuck you…" she said into the phone. I laughed. "Paul…no…we already went over this…" She abruptly stopped and her lips tightened. "Paul…" she paused. "Paul…That's why I didn't stay the night…We are not hooking up in any way while I'm in town." Whoa. The girls laughed.

"Paul! You know why." She rolled her eyes as he continued on, I'm assuming. "Jacob heard you didn't he…ha…it's your fault." She clicked her phone off and faced the house. She rolled her eyes. "You…skankfaces," she said as she approached us.

I met her halfway through the yard and she didn't say a word. She yanked me into the tightest hug I'd received all day. I relaxed, falling into her embrace, fighting back tears. She pulled away. Was that a Black thing? No need for words, just a silent 'you're upset, let me hold you.'

Her hands were at my sides as she gazed at me. "Hey Rachel," I whispered.

The girls began moving around the yard. Over Rachel's shoulder, I saw Chimera staring at us, eyebrow furrowing. Yeah, Chimera, I was close with her too. I was going to marry him. I hoped my thoughts didn't show on my face, but this brief lapse of confidence I'd never seen before became clear on Chimera's face-a slight downward turn of the lips indicating something had hurt her. She turned away to converse to the others. Was she finally catching on? How much did she know?

"Hey," Rachel cupped my cheek and turned my head to hers, her dark brown eyes locking with mine. "How are you?"

The dreaded question again. "Good." She arched an eyebrow. "I know, Rachel. I know she's with him."

She inclined her head towards me. "And?"

"I'm fine," I said, monotonously.

"That's a lie," she said under her breath.

"Can you stop?"

"What?"

"Stop telling me I'm lying. So what if I am." My voice softened. "I'll deal with it, Rachel."

She nodded. An uncomfortable silence passed. "I missed you, sis," she whispered.

Just hearing a single word, 'sis,' quickly called forth the strongest, saddest emotion I'd had in a while. "Rach…" My eyes pooled with tears.

A loud noise- boys hollering and tires spinning- came from down the road. One truck and Julius's…Julius replaced his van with a truck, a huge Ford truck. Two trucks packed with tables in the beds and men, werewolf men, hanging out windows, sitting in the back, all shirtless.

Wasn't this a rehearsal dinner? Then I remembered Leah claimed this was just a get together, so shirts and ties weren't required and neither were dress pants. Shit.

I shook my head, grinning widely. Jacob's Mustang spun around the corner with Quil balanced on top, howling. Could they get anymore reckless? Boys will be boys. The car came to a stop and Quil immediately began helping the others unload the trucks. The girls joined them.

My body temperature went up several degrees again as I fought another urge to run into Jacob's arms as he stepped out of his car. "That is the last time you're riding like that."

"That shit was wild," Quil said, dazed. "I could've flown off the side of the cliff."

"Don't talk like that." Carmen hopped onto one of the beds of the truck and handed a chair to Rachel. "There will be no dying, okay?"

"It's his fault," Quil said in defense. "He was zigzagging everywhere."

It was then my brain and body realized Jacob was shirtless. The first time I'd seen him half-naked since before I left. Fire engulfed me from the inside out, and I was probably covered in a shade of pink blush. I was waiting for them to get…closer. Emily was beside me through, offering a sort of comfort.

Yeah, that's my failed attempt to keep my thoughts under control.

Shirtless. Now, I could see more of his beautiful, russet skin and muscles. Don't looks at the abs…damn. I could look, right? And yeah, I was looking…a lot. I could see the trail of hair disappearing beneath the waistband of his shorts…

Don't even go there, Bella.

Chimera approached him and smiled at him. He cupped her cheek and his hands slid to her waist as he pulled her to him, and I wanted to look away, but I couldn't, so I watched them kiss, forcing myself to turn my head away after a few seconds. They had no idea anyone was watching, and no one was, except me.

I couldn't even imagine that it was me in his arms. All I had was my dreams for how it felt to kiss him, to be pressed against him in more than a 'friendly' way. I needed to puke.

Autumn was chatting with the guys, pointing to me and I figured in seconds they'd bombard me with some sort of welcome, whether it be good or bad.

I gagged, kneeling over. Autumn sped over and gripped my waist, soothing me as she led me inside to the bathroom. Falling to my knees, I emptied the contents of my stomach into the toilet as she held my hair back.

I didn't cry, although my eyes threatened to overflow. She guided me back with her and we sat on the floor beside the bathtub as she brought me to her chest. "I thought I was stronger than this, finally," I said, quietly.

"You are." She turned to me, resting her hand on my lower back. "But you've never really seen them together."

My eyes blurred with angry tears and I shook my head. "It should be me."

"Bella…"

"Did he even know I was here? She knew I was!" I stood to my feet.

Autumn stood with me as I rinsed my mouth out with water. She reached for a packaged toothbrush beneath the sink, opened it, and handed it to me. I brushed my teeth, before leaning against the sink. The bathroom was tight, like a closet, a small closet.

"He didn't see you, Bella… and Chimera…" The rest of her words were whispered. "Chimera doesn't know you and Jacob were romantically involved. She thinks the feelings were one sided," she said, leaning against the wall beside the door, frustrated. She didn't meet my eyes; I watched her through the mirror, perplexed. "I shouldn't have said that," she groaned and buried her head in her hands.

I twisted around. "She doesn't?"

Autumn shook her head. "He never told her. If she does know, she's doing a damn good job of hiding it."

Walking back into the crowd, Embry yanked me aside and walked with me to where Seth and Brooke were standing. Quil greeted me with a bear-hug. Brooke smiled broadly and gave Seth a light push. He saw me and grinned, embracing me as well. "Sorry is all I can say," he said as he pulled away. I nodded, smiling.

"There will be no more apologizing," Leah said as she passed us.

Reversing, and heading towards the house, I saw Autumn saying something to Jacob on the Clearwater's porch, moving her mouth rapidly, glaring. He wheeled around, stalking off in the opposite direction and walking through the door. Autumn turned away and joined Chimera, Carmen, and Julius, who I had yet to speak with.

Oh look at Jacob's back…

Hand tightly gripping my waist, my fingers digging into sinewy muscles of Jacob's bare back, a thrust, his mouth on mine.

I had to pause at the memory, hand clutching my stomach, as a pleasurable cramp came into existence.

The other pack boys didn't much attention to me as I passed them, heading to the front door of the house behind Jacob. I expected that.

Why was I following him?

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't realize the door was already closed before I smashed my face in it, letting out a muffled, "Ouch."

Was I ever not going to be clumsy?

(Jacob's POV)

"Hey asshole," Autumn's hand shot out, stopping me on the porch, eyes murderous. This chick scared me.

"What?"

She ground her teeth together. "You forgot to greet a certain someone who just puked her guts out because of you, idiot."

"Bella?" My heart was pounding; the reaction that happens when you hear a name and your heart picks up speed, that old cliché? Yep, that's what I'm saying. I felt like a kid.

"Yeah." She crossed her arms. "While you were getting your kissy-face on with your girlfriend, Bella couldn't help but take a glimpse, and she couldn't keep her eyes off of you."

No. Oh no. She'd said she'd still had feelings for me. Shit. What had I done?

"She's a part of the wedding, officially, Jake. Leah asked her to be bridesmaid. She's going to be around more."

"I thought you liked Chimera?"

She glared at me. "I do."

I threw my arms out. "Then, what the fuck is the problem?"

"You're really fucking oblivious, you know that?" She laughed darkly. "Stop hurting her more." Her jaw clenched.

My lips curled. "What the hell…?"

She gave me a vicious, embittered look. "Stop asking me, and go speak with her." Before I did something I'd regret, I turned around and slunk inside the house. I hated fighting with Autumn. It was all we seemed to do lately, and had been doing for a while.

Five seconds after I shut the door behind me, thankful for the silence, I heard a gasp. I veered around at lightning speed, my eyes wide, and flung the door open to see Bella, standing in the doorway, hand around her nose, eyes watering with pain.

She looked beautiful. Lavender or pale purple, whatever it was, looked good to her. She was in a dress. When did Bella wear dresses to casual events? Not that I was complaining. It was just…she's all grown up now. And so was I, or at least I was getting there. Who'd have thought, right?

"I'm sorry," I choked, clutching her soft fingers. And she was so tiny; I thought I'd crack her wrists as I brought her inside and shut the door behind us. She might be bleeding. "Shit, Bella." Too close. I tenderly pulled her hands away. She smiled at me. Her nose and her face were fine, but swollen. I exhaled a deep breath I'd been holding, relieved as I maneuvered her to the bathroom and perched her on the sink. I didn't say a word as I soaked a wash cloth with cold water to make a compress, pressing it gently to her mouth. "I fucked up." I shook my head, losing myself in her chocolate brown eyes.

"Jake, I'm fine," she whispered, smiling weakly.

I patted the compress delicately and held her other hand, easing my grasp, afraid I might hurt her. I wasn't going to pull away. I had no reason not to touch her, except I wanted her, badly. I wanted to hold her, at the very least. This is what happens when you love two girls. I knew I was in love with Bella, but Chimera? I was confused about my feelings for her.

I cleared my throat and met her eyes again. "I promised I'd never hurt you."

She chuckled. "Jake, the door was closed for a good three or so seconds before I blindingly ran into it. I'm a klutz, remember?" Her eyes averted from mine, briefly, before darting back. "Jake, you haven't spoken to me since you got here." She placed her hand over mine to assist with the washcloth, not that I needed it. Small, super charged sparks shot through her fingertips as they glided over my fingers. I hadn't touched her like this in so long. And I was standing between her legs, and she was wearing a dress. I couldn't help but glance down at my fingers resting on her hand, situated on her thigh. Her dress was hiked up because of the position she was in and a great deal of her thigh peeked out from beneath the clothing. I slowly lifted my fingers, skimming them over the skin around her hands- smooth as silk, dark against light. And then my thoughts headed into forbidden territory as she inched her hand upward, and my own hand latched to hers unconsciously followed, against what I wanted.

Who was I kidding, I wanted to touch her. And she was shivering; I could feel tiny vibrations beneath my hand. I attempted to focus on firmly holding the compress against her face, where her other hand was intertwined with mine. Her hand, this hand inching dangerously up her thigh, was adorned with the bracelet I'd made for her before we'd ever been a couple.

The same one I saw her wearing the other day, when I finally paid enough attention to see that I was holding her hand. I'd almost panicked. In fact I had, below the surface. We were friends, and if we had stayed friends this would be easier. Much easier.

The second the fabric of her dress brushed against the top of my hand, I brought forth enough inner strength, going against my raging hormones, to strengthen my hold on her hand and prevent her from moving any further. She flinched and came back to the present.

All I wanted was to hold her close and tell her it would all be okay, that we would work this out. I wanted to tell her everything would be alright, even if things couldn't be great.

Her fingers around my wrist tightened and she assured with her eyes I could remove my hand. I did so and inspected her face; the swelling looked better.

"Payback, right?" She said, smirking. I narrowed my eyes, perturbed, and she rolled her eyes. "Don't you know my jokes, Black?" Her voice had a slight tremor to it that she was struggling to control. She punched my abs playfully, which resulted in neither one of our hands being connected. I snickered. Her fingers lingered, and the tips flitted over my stomach. Did she even know she was doing that? I knew she was. I sure as hell knew she was. Every part of me did, which would translate to, yeah, I was turned on. At least she wasn't pressed against me, like in the kitchen the day after her return.

I'd been mortified that day. I was a guy, yes, but how could I say I didn't want her any longer when my body was screaming at me to give in to my desires, and every part of me, mind included, kept reminding me of why I missed her so much?

My breathing stepped up a notch as her nimble fingers grazed over my flesh over and over again. My chest and stomach were rising and falling with every breath, in tune with her fingers.

Her eyes were watching her fingers now. I found that moments like these, with Bella, I forgot about Chimera, and that was not a good sign. I swallowed. "What joke?" My fingers encircled her thin wrists as I moved her hand away.

Now we weren't touching at all, although her swaying feet brushed against my calves. She met my eyes and smiled, shaking her head. "I broke my fist because I punched you, so it's only fair that I hurt something else and you hadn't tried anything."

I laughed. She blushed and I brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear that had strayed. I leaned down towards her. "You're funny, Swan." Her skin darkened, almost crimson now and I heard her heart drumming faster. Ah, success.

She smiled and chewed on her lower lip. "I got it from you." Her hand circled my wrist and she slid it up to lie flat against her face.

Maybe, if I…

I was leaning in.

If I kissed her, maybe my feelings would go away…What shit was I telling myself now? Or maybe, my decision would be made…

She leaned in too, eyelashes fluttering as her eyes lowered to my lips.

Don't do it, Jake.

Once couldn't hurt.

My conscious was engaged in a war now.

One breath away.

What was I doing?

"Whoa! Esta ocupado?" Someone said in a horrible, fake Spanish accent. Simultaneously, Bella and I retracted away from each other.

I knew that voice.

I turned to face the source of the voice and exhaled. "Brian, what the fuck, man?" Bella and I exited the bathroom; the space seemed too small now.

This kid was Leah and Eric's final groomsman. Did I just call him a kid? He was, like, two years older than me. Brian had brown, styled haired, and dark blue eyes, and tanned skin. He was tall and he wore his signature leather jacket. Girls loved this guy.

I was grateful he interrupted that, whatever that was. Because I would have let the 'devil' side of my conscious come to the surface. I would have taken her, against the counter.

I was sick of denying that my sexual attraction towards her or my attraction to her in general, had lessened.

Bella was significantly further away than me. I turned towards her, but she expertly avoided my gaze, her eyes to the floor. Brian was between us. Bella was flustered.

"Why the hell did you run off?" Leah marched into the house, door wide open, and her gaze was fixed on Brian.

"Bathroom, duh," Brian said, like she'd said the most ridiculous thing in the world. "I just completed a fucking three hour drive," he complained. I snorted.

"Well, before you do attend to business…" Leah dropped a hand on Bella's shoulder. Bella glanced at her, losing that glazed look in her eyes. Leah motioned to Brian. "This is your escort." Bella's eyes widened and she took him in. Brian smiled that mischievous, up-to-something grin he was known for.

I couldn't believe it.

This human being, normal as can be, was going to have Bella, my Bella, on his arm.

Wait…my? She wasn't mine.

I glared at him as he greeted Bella. She grinned widely, laughing, already succumbing to his charm and good looks. His hand drifted to her shoulder. I was seeing red. I couldn't hear his words.

An old feeling I hadn't experienced or felt in a long time resurrected itself…something I thought I was done with, because I'd snagged a hot, amazing girlfriend that only wanted me, and life was going great.

But then there's Bella and the 'red' wasn't a candle, it was fireworks- you know, the ones at the end of the show, that go off consecutively, and there's so much you can't possibly imagine how anybody could contain all of that?

And this problem…this emotion started with a 'j,' and contained seven letters.

I was jealous.

(Bella's POV)

Jacob stormed back outside, I mean, he literally sped out of the house almost too fast for me see. Leah, Brian and I followed.

Brian. Brian was not bad. Brian was very attractive and tall, and had a mysterious look about him. He looked so evil, but a good evil, the one you want to hang out with. You know, like vampires and werewolves? I would have so much fun with this guy.

The others were lined up for food and Brian stood by me as we squeezed into the line that coiled around the door frame and down the steps outside.

"So, uh, what the hell did I walk in on?" He smiled at me. I placed a hand on my hip and eyed him playfully. I couldn't answer, because I really didn't know what would have happened if Jake and I hadn't been interrupted. It excited me and terrified me all at the same time; it gave me a thrill. "Jacob doesn't like me very much."

"Really?" I said, shocked. "You guys know each other."

He tucked his hands in his pocket. "I don't know," he said sarcastically. I couldn't find words to properly describe his voice. He sounded like he was always looking for fun, or trouble, which sometimes went hand-in-hand. "He was shooting daggers at me through his eyes while we were talking."

I held back a delirious squeal. Jake couldn't be jealous, not with Chimera, whom was with him, walking away from the house, trays in hand, smiling and talking as his hand rested on her waist and he whispered in her ear. I felt nauseous, again. And he strolled past me without even a glance. Chimera waved and smiled though.

"Correct me if I'm wrong…" Brian leaned down, inches away from my face. "But," he watched them. I frowned. Why was Jake doing this? It was childish. Things were fine earlier. "He's so jealous," Brian snickered.

I stared at him, and shook my head vigorously. "Uh, no. Have you seen Chimera?" I faced him as we reached the tables inside the house and helped ourselves to food.

"Well, yeah, I noticed. She'd a knock out; she's hard to miss."

"Noticed what?" Leah urged from in front of us. Her arm looped through Eric's.

"How hot Chimera is," Brian said dully.

"Dude," Paul said from across the table, looking at us. "Your girlfriend is the replica of Carmen Electra. That's hot enough." Rachel elbowed him and glared. He raised his hands in surrender. I laughed.

Brian arched an eyebrow. "Do I sound like I'm complaining?"

"Okay now," Emily cut in, eyes moving between Paul and Brian. "Can you men stop acting like boys for a few minutes? I think we've established that Chimera is attractive." Her lips curved upwards.

"Yes, mommy," Paul whined.

As we snuck back outside, Brian studied me. "You seem familiar to me."

I eyed him suspiciously. "How so?"

"I think you dated my brother."

I'd only dated a total of three guys…Edward, Jacob, and…I met his eyes. "You're related to Jeremy McLeod?" I said in disbelief.

Rachel patted a seat next to her, between her and Jared. Where was Kim? I took the seat and Brian sat beside me. I should earn points for being social…

"You sound surprised."

"You're not like him," I shook my head, smiling, before diving in for a bite. Why was food served on the reservation always so good? I guess it had to do with home cooking, or certain spices or recipes, or something. I couldn't help but steal a glance at Jacob at another table, glaring at Brian. He turned away, but his jaw was tight, knuckles to his mouth. You've got to be kidding me; he was envious. Now, I was more baffled than ever. He was listening to us, tense, and not paying any attention to what else was going on around him.

"Brian's like the younger, cooler, outspoken, funnier version of Jeremy," Autumn finished, smiling at me around her fork.

"True that." Brian winked at her. Embry tossed a napkin at him before laughing. "He talked about you frequently." Brian nudged me. "He said you were a hell of a girl, good looking too." I blushed and smiled. "And I do agree you look great in a dress." Jacob abruptly stood to his feet, likely pissed off.

I faced Brian. "D-Do…?" I started to say something but changed my mind. I smiled. Jacob was walking past us. "What about in a bikini? Did he say that?" Jake balled his hands into fists and strode away.

This was kind of fun. A few others around us at the table laughed as Brian gawked at me. "He must be keeping that to himself," he smirked. I peered over his shoulder. Jake was propped against the hood of his car, rubbing his temples, shoulders hunched. My good mood seeped out of my pores and I made the decision to join him. His car was parked in an area concealed by trees. I knew the pack would hear our conversation, if they were listening, which I hoped they weren't, although I didn't really care. His parking place did allow some privacy though. "What's wrong?" I asked innocently as I closed in on him.

"I can't believe Leah set you up with Brian."

"'Set me up'?" I quoted, rolling my eyes. "Jake, she's not setting me up. He's going to accompany me down the aisle at her wedding. That's it. Since, obviously I can't walk with you…ever," I finished, sadly. I was implying our wedding- us, in general, and he definitely caught on. His eyes darkened; he was thinking, hard, again. "I'm not attracted to him, Jake, like that," I said, as calmly as I could. "Not that it's any of your concern," I muttered angrily.

"Who's Jeremy?"

I cringed. "A guy I used to date."

He stood to his feet, burying his hands into his pockets, eyes never leaving me. "You never mentioned him."

"You don't talk about Chimera," I shot back. "So why should I talk about him when it's irrelevant?"

His expression shifted; he was torn and dismayed. "Jacob, why won't you tell me about her? I'm your friend, remember," I said, peeved for a moment.

"Same to you." He crossed his arms and leaned against the side of the car. "It's not really any of your business, Bella."

"Then Jeremy isn't either," I sighed. Silence stretched on between us. "Jacob, is it always going to be like this?" Our eyes met. "This…the two of us getting along one second and fighting the next?"

His lips thinned. "That's what happens between people who care about each other."

I smiled sadly. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I'm sorry."

"No, I am sorry, but apologizing isn't getting us very far," he laughed quietly. "This reminds me of something, sort of." He half smiled.

"What?" I sat on the hood beside him, glancing up at him.

His cheeks darkened. "When we came back from Georgia and it was the first time you hung out with the pack and we were together."

Everything inside of me churned, wonderfully, and heated up considerably. Why was he always bringing back these memories? His eyes were still on me, boring into the side of my skull. "Well, we aren't together for one thing," I said, attempting to not let him know in my voice how badly I desired for that to not be the case. "And, you weren't glaring at me all through dinner and…I could go on." I eyed him impishly.

He smiled. God…his smile. "Jake, were you going to kiss me in the bathroom earlier?" I said, as quietly as I could.

He shifted beside me. I watched his expression carefully as he nervously wiped his face and gazed into the distance. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. His words were almost inaudible. "Yes, I was."

I couldn't speak. Did he really want me? Was it just sexual attraction, or was it romantic?

Suddenly, in front of us, closer to the house, Sam pulled up. He opened the back door and unstrapped two kids- one big boy and a tiny girl who he lifted into his arms.

"Oh my God." hopped off the car, in pursuit of Sam to greet him, after the others did. Emily kissed him, retrieving the girl from his arms and planting a sloppy kiss on the boy tugging at his father's pants legs.

Sam looked his age. I could see signs of actual aging in his face- a beard for one, and his muscles were softer. "Hey Sam," I said, looking up at him nervously.

He spun around. "Well hello, Bella," he said, bewildered. I smiled and hugged him awkwardly.

I knew the kids were the same age. The girl in Emily's arms wriggled around before being lowered to the ground. She was now hovering around her mother's feet, as the boy remained attached to his father's side. They were so beautiful- the dark skin, black silky hair. I felt Jacob's presence beside me as he shook Sam's hand. Standing next to Jacob, after years of not phasing, Sam didn't look so intimidating anymore. "Can I hold her?" I spit out, accidently. My voice was quaking.

"If she lets you," Jacob said. "She's picky." The little girl giggled in Jacob's direction before opening her arms towards me as I kneeled down in front of her. She said, "Hi," highlighted by a giggle.

"She's three, surprisingly," Sam explained as he picked up the boy.

"This is Naira," Emily said as I gently drew the girl into my arms. Her pudgy, cherubic face gazed up at me like I was something extraordinary and she toyed with the necklace I wore, the one with Autumn's pendant. "And this big man right here…" Emily brushed back the locks of the boy in Sam's arms."Is Levi."

"Is he…?" I glanced between the two of them.

Jake was still there. "Yeah," he scratched his head. "It's likely he'll turn by the time he's 14 or so…into one of us." I met his eyes, and could see the misery in them as a result of the images of more descendents going through such a confusing, painful, usually inevitable, change of morphing into an oversized wolf.

With Levi in his arms, Sam went to speak with the others. I was never fond of kids, and I felt like I was doing something wrong as I gripped Naira's hand. "She likes you," Emily said, laying a hand on my shoulder before she walked away.

Too think at one time I used to be this small, this young, almost 20 years ago. Where had the time gone?

I shifted her nervously in my arms as her heels dug into my sides. She had an adorable smile, one of those disgustingly cute ones you can't ignore. "What's your name?" She asked.

"Bella," I chuckled. I'd never held a toddler before, or a baby. As an only child, I never had siblings. I'd never really thought much about if I'd even wanted kids, but scooping her into my arms and allowing her to play with my jewelry, holding a body I was capable of carrying easily in my arms, I figured, I could do this, someday.

"Are you a princess?"

I snapped out of my reverie. "No." I smiled. "That's Belle. I'm Bell-a. I'm…normal."

Her angelic features crinkled in confusion. "But, you look like her, the pretty girl from Beauty and the Beast. That's my favorite movie. You're really pretty, like her."

Something about what she said upset me, and my eyes became misty with tears. "Belle and the Beast had a happy ending. Those are hard to find. I lost my beast," I said gloomily, forcing a smile for her benefit. I looked up on instinct and met Jacob's gaze; he was watching us from a few yards away. There was a look of longing I'd never seen from him, ever, on his face.

"He'll come back," she said, sticking her thumb in her mouth, as clueless and innocent as I wished I could be. She became fidgety as Jacob walked closer.

"Jacob, what's the matter?" I said, quietly. Jacob's hand wrapped around Naira's and he slid his finger across the top of my hand, looking into my eyes.

"You're going to be a great mother someday." He smiled at Naira and squeezed my hand before returning to the 'party.'

And the haunting visions of black haired children with chocolate brown eyes and russet skin swam around in my head, and I allowed my tears to stream down my face, just this once.

This is what I could have had, where I could have been: I'd have a husband…Jacob…and children, with Jacob. Now I understood what he'd been thinking as he watched me- this was a glimpse of the life we'd lost together.

Bella's apartment

Later that night

Today had been a success and a failure. The girls and I were back on track, although I wasn't sure about Rachel; But, Rachel was Jacob's sister, therefore it was reasonable. Why though? She knew I hadn't left because I wanted to. Far from it; I didn't want to, I had to…at the time.

Half the pack greeted me and talked to me, or at least put in a few nice words, and the other half avoided me.

Sue had been there, with no sign of Charlie and Billy, and only acknowledged me with a nod.

And Jacob had tried to kiss me, before being interrupted by my 'escort,' my very attractive escort, who Jacob had been instantly jealous of once he heard Leah's news. Jacob. Jealous. Over me. And he admitted to the 'almost-kiss.'

All after I'd had to witness Chimera sticking her tongue down Jacob's throat. The taste of bile developed in the back of my throat and another weight settled in my heart. I brushed my hair out of my face and headed to my freezer. I need to consult my two soul mates, Ben and Jerry; ice cream sounded delicious. I retrieved a spoon and selected a pint sized container of Chocolate Fudge Brownie, my flavor of the night. Returning to the couch I sunk into the cushions, reaching for the book I was reading. I'd showered and was in my pajama pants and a t-shirt.

And on top of everything Autumn had said Chimera didn't have a clue Jacob and I had actually been together, or that we had actually slept together. So what she was doing wasn't an act or some type of revenge.

Why was I accusing her? I was angry, obviously, but I couldn't blame her or him. I had to blame myself. I was the one who left. I lost him. That's the way it was.

It's funny how I'd told Edward before I left Forks to quit blaming himself for what happened in Italy with the Volturi. I had blamed myselfin that situation, and I had to stop that.

But, maybe Chimera did though; maybe she had ulterior motives. She was related to Julius, who didn't really like me, or anyone, really. Sure, he was good to Carmen, loyal to his pack, but anyone else? He didhave a tendency to be annoying and a perverted jerk, but he should have at least said hello. I knew some day I'd like him; accept he was always going to be...him.

Someone knocked on the door. Thinking it was Ashley, Kyle, or Angela, I answered it.

"What are you doing here?" I gritted my teeth. What the hell would Julius want with me? He was leaning against my doorframe, with that smug, familiar smile he always wore. He was dressed too nice for the standards of what a werewolf running around would usually wear. In fact, he alwaysdressed up. He had money.

"Is that a way to greet an old friend?" He said, in a low, raspy voice he'd perfectly acquired. I glared at him and crossed my arms. "Are you going to invite me in?" He smirked. "Or do I need to invite myself?" And he did, like he owned the place.

I shook my head and slammed the door. "What do you want?"

He slowly turned to me and grinned before he sat at the bar and propped his feet on the counter. "Why are you so testy?" He watched me as I stood on the side opposite him. "You're like Brooke, or Carmen…a little firecracker." He rested his arms against the countertop, eyes on mine.

"Yeah," I growled. "I bet you like that." I rolled my eyes and opened the fridge. "Do you want a drink?" I said, impolitely.

"Why thank you," he said, sarcastically. "Adding to the romantic setting?" He inquired, suggestively.

I shut the fridge and popped open the wine bottle, roughly grabbing two shot glasses. "You wish."

"I know how you are when you're drunk…" He winked over his glass.

If looks could kill he should've dropped dead then and there. I poured a shot, and shoved the bottle his way. "One isn't a big deal and there is no way I'm making that mistake again. You are the last person I would ever sleep with," I said, leaning forward as he continued smiling, mouth closed.

"Yeah, because you're the perfect little angel," he sneered.

My eyes narrowed. "Don't even start."

"What are you doing?"

"What?" I said, confused.

He smiled mockingly. "Trying to win him back?"

My face heated with fury. "Is that what you came here for? To tell me I'm making a mistake?"

He shrugged. "I guess you could say that." His eyes darted to mine again. "But, mainly my sister."

I looked away. "I should have known that she would be in the conversation."

He cut me off. "Don't think she's oblivious as she may seem. She's smart," his voice was almost sinister. "Very smart."

I sighed, frustrated. "About what? That Jacob and I were actually together? She doesn't know, Autumn claims, and Chimera would have said something." Was he implying that she did know? "Why does it matter if she does or doesn't?" I was irritated.

"Jacob has a habit of keeping his mouth shut when it comes to you and his relationship finding its way into their conversations," he said, darkly. "That doesn't mean she doesn't catch on or …" He smiled. "Fill in the blanks and pauses. Don't take her as a fool."

I was trying to not pry or let him know I wanted him to continue, but I'd forgotten I was so transparent. "I never said she was. And if she does know, she doesn't seem bothered by it and we never discuss it." Maybe I'd win this argument.

His condescending expression was a dead give-away and I knew he was far from done. He was still smirking, eyes set on me. "Keep telling yourself that"

Maybe I could get information out of him by loosening him up. Then I remembered Julius had a fairly high tolerance. "What is she to him?" I gritted my teeth angrily. There was hardly an inch between us.

His calm composure did not falter. He was absurdly relaxed. "Why don't you ask him that?" I recoiled, fuming. "Ah," he chuckled, resting his hands behind his head and reclining. "He hasn't told you?"

"We don't talk about her, obviously." I was furious and he was as calm as when he came in, fueling my anger.

"Maybe you should." The asshole poured another glass. "What is obvious is that your best friend has kept you in the dark about certain facts." His head angled towards me.

"What are you talking about? Autumn?"

"No," he drew out. "Jacob." I sealed my mouth shut. "Why don't you ask him about it, you could probably 'pump' it out of him." He winked.

I scowled. "You filthy pervert."

"I'm just kidding." He didn't sound offended, but there was a slight pitch in his voice. "You know what this reminds me of?" He said, twirling the glass in his hands so its contents swished around.

"You need to leave now."

He continued on, pretending he hadn't heard me. "You. When you were deciding between Edward and Jacob, but look whose Jacob now?" He teased, cruelly.

"For your information, I chose Jacob. So if you're saying I'm him and he's…"

He nodded his head. "You…"

I rolled my eyes. "We will be together." I snatched the bottle and stored it away.

"Do you really think so?"

I faced him again, daring him to challenge me. He stood up and approached me. "What if you had stayed at the wedding, and gone through with it. Then you'd be turned," he explained, gesturing with his hands. "And who the hell knows what would have happened to Jacob? Two different choices, Bella." He bent down to be level with my eyes. I did not crack even the faintest smile. "Two alternate endings and only he will be the one to make the decision. You can try all you want, but if my sister gets hurt…" He let his threat hang in the air. "Though I doubt that would happen…"

Livid tears obscured my vision. "Why are you so sure she'll win?"

"Because, I just am," he said vaguely, heading to the door.

I followed. "And for your information, I'm friends with her, and him." The second part was said rather weakly, but I continued, "Edward and Jacob hated each other."

He gripped the doorknob and paused. "Oh sweetie," he said condescendingly. "Don't you know already? You're going to hate her eventually and she's going to hate you, even if it's temporary."

"I don't believe that."

"We'll see." He backed away. "Raise your white flag, Bella, you're a little late. You've lost." He walked away.

I ran after him. "How can you be so sure?" I reiterated. He faced me and smirked.

"Ask Jacob and her, separately to tell you the story about when they met and when they re-met. I suggest, for the 're-meeting' scenario, you ask for his point of view. And demand the truth."

He was confusing the hell out of me and I was losing the steam I'd developed when he first barged through my door, unwelcome. "Look, Julius, I get that she's your sister, but is it really necessary to try and bring me down and force me into quitting?"

"I'm not trying to bring you down. Believe it or not, Swan, I do give a shit about you, and I know Jacob cares way more than that about you and I know he still has feelings for you, more than he should."

I relaxed a fraction. "How do you know if he'll answer me if I ask him? He hasn't said he loves me, although it seems like that's the message I'm getting."

He didn't say anything for a minute then slowly retreated. "Chimera isn't as nice or as friendly as she appears to be. It is who she is, but there are sides of her you don't want to see, ever." He didn't answer my question. "She loves him, as much as you do."

"I'm going to fight for him. I already am. I decided that the moment I saw him again."

"Okay." He shrugged and concealed his emotions again, putting his 'mask' back on. I'd likely never see him show these types of emotions, like he cared or he was upset, again. "Don't say I didn't warn you." With that, he spun around and fled down the stairs, leaving me standing in the hallway, consumed with my thoughts.

I had to get to the bottom of this.

Step number 6? I'd lost count now: Get Jacob alone, again, somewhere quiet. Somewhere intimate. And if I couldn't get an answer then, without forcing it, I was kicking things up a notch.

Julius may have been a mean, and deceiving (or so it seemed) person, but he knew better than to lie. And he knew Chimera.

All I knew was it was time to let Jacob know how I felt for him, and honestly tell him I was still in love with him, and then I'd work from there and figure out all that Julius has said, and then answers my questions. The thought alone made me more afraid than I'd ever been in my life; the idea of not knowing what's next, expecting a surprise, anger, and…heartbreak.

Surely not the best..

(I know you're feeling like you're lost)

Colors that you shine..

(but you should know these colors that you're shining are)

Surely not the best..

(I know you're feeling like you're lost you feel you`ve drifted way too far)

(A/N: I've started adding teasers for new chapters on my BlogSpot; check me out there if you want a sneak peak of upcoming chapters before I post them. Also, Bella and Chimera's dresses/outfit, a character graphic for Brian and banners for each chapter are in my photo bucket account/Jacob-Black-n-Pack group for this story, all linked in my profile! I imagine Ian Somerhalder as Brian. And yes, you can blame the Vampire Diaries TV show for that decision. He is fucking beautiful.)