Jacob's Point of view
It's now early May and I feel like a complete douche. Quil imprinted on a three year old – Emily's niece – and Paul imprinted on my older sister Rachel; much to my dismay. Why does this make me feel like a douche? Paul already told my sister everything and I can't even tell Samantha what we are!
Though, it's not entirely my fault because Sam won't let me get his little sister involved. I mean, she's already been kidnapped, at least tell her so she can put up a descent fight!
I growled under my breath at the thought of another man laying his fingers on her body. Slamming my front door open then shut, I was greeted with the insanely gorgeous figure of Samantha Uley – in an extremely revealing outfit.
"Having a bad day?" she asked, her voice sounding like angels singing, tossing a guitar case into the passenger seat.
"Erm, no. I just, I don't know – can I talk to you for a moment?" Stupid, stupid, stupid!
She turned to me as she walked around the front of the car to get to the driver's side. "Sure, but I have to be at school in 10 minutes. Can we talk in the car?"
I nodded my head and ran – human speed – over to the car. When I opened the door, she slammed the trunk shut after moving her guitar. As she started the car I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. There's no way I can tell her what I am. But I have to…
"So what'd you want to talk about?" her voice made me even more nervous. Her absolute innocence in the situation made me consider not telling her like Sam wished.
After a few moments, I found my voice. "I was just wondering if…maybe you'd go on a…date with me this weekend?" my voice sounded frail to me and I began to fidget.
"What'd you have in mind?" I turned to look at her for a split second before my mind started reeling for something.
"I was intending on it being a surprise," she looked at me out of the corner of her eye before a smile broke out on her beautiful face.
"Yea, sure, I'd love that."
I grinned despite of myself before I saw the school come into view. The three guys in her band were all standing around their van waiting for her. I could feel a growl work its way up my throat at the sight of them smiling at her.
She pulled into the parking spot next to their van and raced to the trunk to get her guitar. As I climbed out of the passenger side, the lead singer – John – sent me a death glare. A small chuckle bubbled in my throat as I walked around to grab the amp form a struggling Sam.
Placing my hand on her waist, I lead her towards the school with her band in the wake. After walking a few feet, I looked behind us only to see that all three of them were staring intently at her ass. I swiftly moved behind her and flipped the guys off over my shoulder.
When we got to the auditorium, I helped her set up her amp and guitar. "Okay Jack," John said as he stood in front of me. "You've got to get off the stage so we can do our sound check."
Seeing as his back was to Samantha, he sneered at me and rudely ushered me back stage. As I watched him walk back on stage I had a sudden thought; if he could have pushed me off the stage without upsetting Sam, he would have. He spun around to look at me – a wicked smirk on his face – before he walked up behind her and placed his hands on her hips.
I growled and took a threatening step forward, only for a strong hand grabbing onto my shoulder pulling me back. "What the hell?!" I barked, whirling around to face none other than Paul.
"Whoa, Jake, man, what's…oh," I looked over at him only to see his eyes on my imprint and the soon-to-be-dead man. "It doesn't matter anyways…"
I snorted, "Oh yea? And why is that exactly?"
"Because we've got Quileute blood running though our veins and it makes us absolutely irresistible to every and all females," he explained, shaking his head at me like I was a child too stupid to understand what he was saying.
"And that doesn't apply to him how? He's lived on the res his entire life and his whole family-"
"You don't get it, do you?" he grabbed my bicep and pulled me to a secluded area where we still had a view of Samantha and her band. "We're werewolves, Quileute werewolves! She's your imprint and as much as you're drawn her she's drawn to you; regardless of other guys."
"Yea but Seth-"
Paul growled a sigh, "Yea but Seth nothing! All werewolves are attractive. When you pissed her off, she went with the first one who made her feel better. Regardless of what you keep trying to tell yourself, her feelings for you are there, you just got to do a little work to find them."
I Stared at Paul in bewilderment as what he was saying made sense. The band stopped their sound check and Paul's serious face slipped back into his usual playful grin as Samantha bounded towards us.
"What'd you guys think?" she asked, sliding the guitar behind her as she beamed at us.
Paul grinned and raked his eyes up and down her body. "Well…," he mused, "I can guarantee that no male will be able to turn away from your performance." He winked and gestured towards her long legs.
"God you're such a perv!" Samantha laughed, shoving Paul away. She turned to look at me, her eyes going large. "What did you think Jake?"
I took another look into her brown eyes and yearned to just take her into my arms. "You did amazing, you're going to blow everyone away," I grinned at her as she wrapped her arms around my waist in a hug.
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"How do you think she's going to do?" Quil mused as we walked with the hundreds of other students of La Push High to the auditorium.
Paul leaned in close to Quil before whispering, "Even if she does mess up, no one will be paying attention to her guitar playing, if you know what I mean."
I was astonished when Embry was the one to reach over and smack Paul on the back of the head. A laugh forced its way up my throat as I watched him shoot an angry stare at Embry before we all took our seats; eighth row from the back, dead centre.
After a few moments the entire auditorium was filled to the brim with students and the lights dimmed. "Welcome ladies and gentlemen to La Push High's first Battle of the Bands!" the announcer – someone behind the curtains – paused as everyone cheered.
"Everyone will vote after every band has played. Now, to get this party started, here are the Wolves!"
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"Alright, and now we have our final band of the day. Please put your hands together for Beautiful Disaster!" the announcer said before the entire room went dark and the curtains opened.
To a human eye, they would just see vague figures. But we saw every detail as they all took their place. When they were ready, Samantha nodded to someone off to the side and a single spot light shone on her perfect form. A few boys whistled while most acted like dogs…that is, until she silenced them all when she started playing.
She practically shredded her electric guitar before she stopped, stepped on something and then the stage lights zapped on as the drummer kicked in. When she started to play again, it sounded different, it sounded great.
I wasn't even paying attention to what anyone else was doing, all that mattered was her – it was like imprinting all over again. The way she walked around the stage was impressive. But her intense guitar playing surpassed it al.
By the time the singer started the entire auditorium was on their feet. Samantha smiled largely and went back to the drummer, standing on the slight raise the entire kit was on. She jumped off backwards, swinging her hair from side to side in the process.
"The good life is
what I need
too many people
stepping over me
the only thing that's
been on my mind
is the one thing I need before I die"
She sauntered towards her microphone just in time for the chorus to start. "All I want is a little of
the good life
all I need is to have
a good time
the good life" With her voice merging with his, the entire room exploded. Cheers bounced off the walls and brought a radiant smile to her gorgeous face.
I looked over to the guys to see them staring at her with wide eyes and open mouths. "Hey!" I shouted, loud enough for just them to hear. "Close your mouths or you might end up catching a few flies!"
Samantha's Point of view
My fingers flew over the strings as the song neared the end. John was finishing up his vocals and Stu, Jason and I were jamming on our instruments bringing the song to an end. As I hit the last note, I jumped into the air and landed – in heels. It didn't take any time for the entire room to jump to their feet and begin screaming their lungs out.
I smiled and laughed at bit as everyone began chanting Beautiful Disaster followed by Samantha. The band walked to the front of the stage and gave a small bow before all of us quickly walked backstage extremely giddy.
"Dude that was so awesome!" Stu – the drummer – said, slipping his drum sticks into his back pockets as he raked a hand through his hair. "I can't believe we just rocked it that hard, we're so sick man."
Our bassist Jason just grinned like a madman as he padded me on the back. "Way to shred it out there Sammy, that definitely put us ahead of the other bands."
We quieted down as the announcer walked past us and walked on the stage. After a few moments, we heard him call each band out onto the stage individually. Our band was the last one to be called onto the stage, the entire room erupting into louder cheers than they had before.
"Alright, alright, calm down!" he laughed, lowering the microphone as he walked towards the first band to play. "Let me hear you scream if you want Slaughtered Nights to win?" The crowd cheered and he continued down the line of bands until he came upon us. "Now, let me hear you cheer if you want Beautiful Disaster to win."
The entire room jumped to their feet and I was tempted to cover my ears with the intensity of the screaming. Even the announcer took a step back and laughed before going back to speaking. "Whoa," he chuckled, sauntering towards the middle of the stage. "It appears that we have a clear winner. Beautiful Disaster, congratulations, you are the first band to win La Push High's Battle of the Bands!"
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"All hail the Queen of Rock!" Paul joked, getting down on his knees and bowing up and down rapidly. Soon, Jared, Quil and Embry joined him on the front lawn of the Young/Uley house. Jacob laughed at their uncanny matters but in turn picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I shrieked in surprise but allowed him to carry me off into the house – my lazy side almost thanked him for picking me up.
When we walked into the small house, I caught a glimpse of Emily giving us a strange look from the kitchen. I laughed at her expression before I was flopped onto the couch. "Do I even want to know?" Sam asked as he walked into the room, Emily wrapped in his arms. Jacob flopped down on the couch narrowly missing my legs before I swung them over the side so I was sitting up right.
Jacob pulled me onto his lap as Jared and Paul sat down on the couch that I used to take up completely. "Rocker chick right here just won her band the Battle of the Bands title," Jared said, pulling me closer to him and rubbing his knuckles into my hair. I muttered something under my breath about him being an asshole as I fixed my hair, a few of the boys laughing at me in the process.
"I never knew that you could play guitar," Sam mused, resting his chin on top of Emily's head.
I laughed, allowing myself to mold into Jacob's side perfectly. "When you left for La Push, I needed something to keep my occupied so I asked dad to set me up with guitar lessons. I learned for about a year and a half and have been playing ever since then."
"You should see her guitar," Embry added, "her electric is absolutely badass!"
"His name is Ethan and the acoustics' is Nick."
"Wow, you actually named your guitars?" Paul laughed; throwing his head back like it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard in his life.
I looked over at the boy, an eyebrow raised and an indifferent look on my face. "Are you seriously making fun of my naming of my instruments?"
Paul stared at me for a second before he began to ramble on, throwing out excuses left right and centre. When I realized that he wasn't going to shut up until I said something, I just began to laugh. Jared, Quil, Embry, and Jacob looked at me like I was insane, but that just made me laugh even harder.
"Man, I was just kidding you!" I exclaimed, standing up. "It's probably strange, but they're important to me…they practically keep me sane."
I started towards the front door, listening to the guys talking behind me as I walked. As I neared the door, a comment that Quil made caused me to pause; "I think she really needs a boyfriend." That hit something. Quickly and quietly, I continued along until I was outside beside my Comaro. As I opened the door, I was aware that one of the boys was coming to the front door to check on me. So, I started the engine and shut my door before the person could even step foot onto the front lawn.
As I cruised down the streets of La Push, the only place that I could think about going was the Cullen's. Oddly enough, I decided to follow that idea and turned down the windy rode that would lead me through Forks and to their secluded abode.
Edward was standing on the front porch as I pulled into the drive way. "Are you alright?" he asked, scrunching up his eyebrows as he scanned me over for any body damage; no doubt racking my mind for any emotional damage as well.
"Yea I'm fine, I just had to get away from the guys for a while, you know?" I sighed, leaning against the railing as I raked a hand through my hair only to have my finger snag on a knot. It took me a few times for me to get it through, but when I finally did – and looked up – I could see that Edward didn't entirely believe me.
He took a step closer to me and I was tempted to lean into him. "You know," he began, moving a stray piece of hair from my face. "I don't have to be able to read your mind to know that something's troubling you."
"It's just that, I don't understand why he would say that I need a boyfriend – even if it was in a complete joking manor!"
"I know and I understand," Edward moved the two of us down from the porch until we were slowly strolling through the forest nearest to their house. "Have you heard about imprinting?"
It took me a while to realize that he was referring to the werewolves – my boys. "Um, I know a bit. Just what I've heard from the one time that I went to a bonfire. Other than that, I have a book about Quileute legends and such but I just haven't had time to read it yet; much less get into detail about something like this."
"Did you want me to-?"
"No, I'm going on a date with Jacob at the end of the week and I really want one of the boys to tell me."
"I know what you mean, but if they haven't told you now what makes you think that they're going to tell you eventually?" he wasn't being a dick about this; he was truly concerned about my well being.
"Honestly, I don't. I just want to trust him enough to tell me something this important because I might…I might just…"
"Love him?"
A blush rose to my cheeks at hearing him say it out loud. "Yea," I replied, focusing my attention to my feet as I kicked a rock free from the bed it'd made in the soft soil. "Yea, I just might."
Edward opened his mouth to say something, but it wasn't his voice that was heard. "Samantha!" Emmett called barreling through the forest towards me with a playful expression on his face. A small smirk pulled up the corners of Edward's mouth as he watched me being swooped up into his "step" brother's arms.
"What are you doing all the way over here in Forks?" Emmett asked, placing me on the ground as he sandwiched me in between himself and Edward.
I contemplated telling him the real reason before I just decided to tell him that I'd come over to see how their family was doing. Emmett went into this long rant about different things that was going on in their house hold. He also briefly touched on Bella and Edward, much to Edward's dismay.
As we neared the house again, I caught Edward giving me this look out of the corner of my eye. Emmett entered the grand home before I did and that's when Edward placed a hand on my shoulder to stop me from entering. "Just be careful with the boys in La Push, alright? None of us here want to see you get hurt."
I nodded my head, understanding where he was coming from, before entering in before him. As Emmett ushered me to the couch and thrust a game controller into my hands, I thought about how when Seth almost popped into a wolf. Maybe I'm too comfortable around the boys…
"Come on Sammy, I'll kick your ass in Mario Cart Wii," he laughed, pushing the play button on the console before plopping down onto the ground at my feet.
"Oh you're definitely going down," and I'm definitely feeling something for a certain werewolf…
Samantha's Out fit
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Samantha's Electric Guitar
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