(Disclaimer-On sundays, I'm Bella. On mondays, I'm Jake. Tuesdays, I'm Alice. Wednesdays, Edward.
Thursdays, Emmett. Fridays, Victoria. Saturdays, I'm me. But I've never claimed to be Stephenie Meyer.)

Alright, so FINALLY. This chapter is pretty boring, pretty basic. But don't think that the drama stops here.
i have at least three other HUGE dramatic things that happen. they may surprise you. :D mwahahah.
this story is no where near being finished even though i have 148 pages on my word thing including the title page.
but there will be a definite ending. :)
read, enjoy, reviewwwww.

Big Bang

It'd been a couple of days since Jake had really started to irritate me. He still wouldn't tell me what he'd begun to say that day on the beach. And I'd begged him. I'd literally gotten down on my knees, hands clasped together, and begged him. But he wouldn't tell me. He almost did, once, but he'd changed his mind. Whatever this was that he had to tell me, it must have been very hard for him to say. I wondered what it was, secretly hoping that it wasn't another marriage proposal. I tried very hard to be patient at first, to just let him tell me when he was ready to. That hadn't worked out so well, though. I was going insane with curiosity.

Today was another one of those days. Another day of begging and whining. We were sitting in the kitchen, our hands folded together in the center of the round, wooden table. His teeth were grinding together, his eyes narrowing, debating whether or not he should tell me. This didn't do much for me, however, because he always looked like he might tell me. He never did, though.

Seth shifted on the couch, putting his arm around Melanie. I watched from the corner of my eye, allowing myself the minor distraction from my frustration, wondering why he wouldn't admit to her being more than just a friend. As I'd watched him over the days he'd spent with us, it became quite obvious to me that their relationship was more than just smiles and hellos. They really seemed to care for one another. But he still continued to deny it every day of his stay. And he'd been here ever since the night that I'd stumbled in from the rain. The both of them had. They'd been staying in Billy's old room.

Seth had been calling the Cullens frequently. He did it mostly at night when he thought that I was asleep. I was starting to get good at feigning unconsciousness. Even Jacob was fooled. I could tell that he was, because he'd always wait, his ear pressed to my chest, his fingertips following the length of my arm, my leg, for me to be asleep, before joining Seth in the living room with the telephone and the address book that held the Cullen's number in Alaska.

They'd always been too quiet for me to hear what they were saying, but from the tones of their soft voices I could tell that they weren't getting very far in trying to find Edward. Or maybe they had found Edward. Maybe he was just so entirely disgusted with me that he refused to speak to any of us. My face twitched at the thought of this, threatening to collapse in shame. I felt horrible. I felt like I should be locked up for the crime of breaking in and vandalizing someone else's property. Someone else's heart.

I let my face fall anyway, hoping that Jacob would only think that it was because I was upset with his secrecy. "Jacob." I mouthed, my eyes big, sad, persuasive. His jaw flexed, his eyes narrowing further, little slits of black on his russet face. I bit my lip. He seemed to have made up his mind about telling me. He'd made up his mind not to tell me.

If by some chance I was wrong, and he was going to tell me, he never was given the chance to answer, anyway. Melanie, who'd been sitting on the couch supposedly watching television with Seth, interrupted. Jacob sighed in relief at the sound of her voice, pleased with the fact that he was no longer under interrogation, and leaned back in his chair, a tiny smile on his full lips. I pursed mine, watching him.

"What's going on?" Melanie whispered to her friend, who was shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth, staring at the television as images of exploding vehicles colored the screen with red and yellow. He'd seemed to be feeling a little bit better now, more comfortable with me. I could still see the shame and the guilt in his eyes sometimes, but Jacob had informed me that this was a big improvement compared to his attitude prior meeting me…again. Seth's eyes contracted a bit, glancing at her from the corner of his eyes, looked a bit peeved. I watched as Jacob's smile became more pronounced. "What is it that Bella doesn't know?" She murmured.

Jacob's smile vanished, his mouth dropping open in surprise. He must have thought she was referring to the movie they were watching, amused with her ignorance of car crashes and explosives. My eyes widened as my heart pushed aside the irritation and impatience, making room for the piece of hope she'd given me. Did she know what it was that Jacob was keeping from me? Surely it wouldn't be hard to get her to tell me what I wanted to hear. I pursed my lips, hiding the sneaky smile encompassing my mouth.

Seth's lips pulled together, forming a tight line, and his eyes became squinty and alarmed, warning her. He shook his head fractionally. This did nothing to stop her, though. "Is it the…well, you know. Is it the werewolf thing?" Her voice was hardly audible as she uttered the word, trying not to let me hear, just in case. Seth rolled his eyes, blowing air from his nose.

"No, Mel. Bella knows that we're werewolves." His bottom teeth slid along his top ones, his eyes meeting Jacob's. I raised an eyebrow at the expression he was making, looking over to see that Jacob was making the same one back. I knew exactly what their silent conversation was about. They were worried, Seth more so than Jacob. I could see the apologies hidden beneath Seth's frantic glare, the threat in Jacob's.

'I'm gunna kill you.' Jacob mouthed to his pack brother through clenched teeth. Though no sound escaped him, I knew that his words would have been a growl. It wasn't hard to imagine with the way that his lips were twisted into a snarl over his teeth. My stare flipped back to Melanie, my eyes pleading with her to tell me everything that she knew—because she surely knew more than I did—as I was struck with an idea.

"Hey, Melanie." I greeted her like an old friend. I was very much aware of the alarmed glare Jake threw in my direction as I spoke to her. He knew that I had something up my sleeve. "I bet you've never seen my house in Forks. How would you like to take a ride down there with me?" Jacob sprung up from the table, grabbing me by the elbows and pulling me to him. He glared at me with wild eyes, his grip firm, but gentle. I pursed my lips, glowering back. I would find out what his secret was, even if I had to play dirty to do so.

"Sure." She said, smiling, oblivious to Jake's reaction, standing to get her coat. Seth shook his head at her, gesturing for her to sit back down. She made a confused face at him, but she silently obeyed, settling herself back on the couch lightly, looking over at me with apologies in her eyes. I snorted in disbelief at the submission she'd shown. He must have had her well trained. Either that, or she was really just that stupid. I guessed on the latter, seeing as Seth didn't seem all that intimidating. He was still the same little boy I'd always known, only he was much taller now.

I refocused my attention back to Jacob, who was still glaring at me in alarm. He looked afraid, his quivering full bottom lip an inch from my face, his eyes indecisive once again. I guessed that he was reconsidering not telling me whatever it was he wouldn't say. It was probably smart of him to do this, seeing as I'd most likely find out from blondie in a second anyway. I narrowed my eyes in defiance, leaning in and pressing my lips to his eagerly as to prove that I wasn't afraid of him.

"What could I possibly know that she doesn't?" Melanie continued to question Seth. The poor thing sounded as confused as I felt. But she did know what I didn't. That was the problem. I could tell that she knew by the way that Jacob and Seth had stared at each other, by the way that Jacob had hopped out of his seat at the thought of any kind of alone time I'd get with his friend's arm candy.

"Nothing, Melanie, shhh." Seth directed her warmly, placing a hand on hers. From the corner of my eye, I could see his other pointer finger cover his mouth, gesticulating the meaning of his words. I was also aware of the vacuous, dazed look on her face, and I knew instantly that nothing he'd just said to her would stop her now. She was going to say something. She was going to be the one to tell me. I could feel it. My heart pounded in my chest for more than one reason. The first reason was that I was still kissing Jacob. And he was warm. And he smelled good. The second reason was that I was finally about to discover his secret.

As I absorbed this excitement, something dawned on me. Whatever it was that Jacob was so hesitant to tell me was enough to put the fear back on his face, put the uncertainty into his usually eager mouth as it pushed against mine. So what if this was something bad? What if I didn't want to know? Would this harm us? I blinked, pulling away from him, staring into his eyes again, searching for answers. He stared back with wide eyes, his face frozen in shock and consternation. He knew that it was coming. He knew that the cat was almost out of the bag. And he looked so completely petrified. I couldn't help but start to feel sick. What if this ruined everything?

One part of me no longer wanted to know, but my curiosity was too large; it covered the other part completely. I looked back at her, watching vaguely as she counted things off on her fingers that she knew about Jacob and me. The first couple of things out of her mouth were nothing new to me. I barely listened to them, impatiently waiting for the big bang, fidgeting with the sleeve of my shirt. I didn't really pay much attention. Until she came to number four.

"…werewolf. Four, their weird love connection thing. You never did tell me more about that imprinting thing, by the way, Seth." She glanced at him, her eyes accusing, before rushing back into her list. "Five, that thing about the vampires. I have to say though, Bella. I'm surprised that you could be with them without being afraid! I would have been terrified…" I stopped listening. I wasn't breathing anymore. My stare froze in place, my eyes unfocused, dazed, on the carpet in front of her feet. My bottom jaw was hanging low. I felt weak in the knees. Jacob's fingers tightened on my shoulders, supporting me. I could feel him watching me with his worried black eyes, horrified of my reaction. The room was blurry, her mumbled words slurring together and blending into background noise.

Did she say imprinting?