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To answer the most burning question: YES. Edward and Bella with the rest of the Cullens, and the rest of the wolf pack will make an appearance in this story. But it's a long way off…

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I was interested to see how Carlie would react to Cook on Monday. Embry and I got to school with seconds to spare. My class was already gathered in the gym. Carlie and Cook were on opposite sides, which I was pleased to see.

"Alright. Sorry I'm late. We're just going to run today. I can set up races if you guys would prefer that?" I asked.

A few competitive students agreed right away. Carlie was one of them. And much to my displeasure, but not surprise, Cook did too.

"Ok. Carlie? Are you a fast runner?" I asked.

She smiled. "Yeah. I should race against the fastest person here."

"Oh. That'd be me." Cook said, stepping closer to her.

"Fine." She snapped, raising her head up.

I looked between them. She defiantly hated him. Good. "Um. Ok. Carlie, Cook. First one to run a mile, that's 8 times around the track, wins."

Cook looked smug. "I did an 8 minute mile in cross country this year."

Carlie rolled her eyes. "There's no need to try and impress me now."

He laughed as they took their starting positions, "I was just warning you. Girls usually run slower."

I saw a slight smile flicker across her face. "We'll see."

I cut in. "Alright! Ready?" I got nods from both of them, "Set? GO!"

Carlie and Cook took off at the same time and stayed at the same pace.

Mmm. She looked fine as hell running. Oh Christ. It was only the first week of February! I have until June!

I shook all of the perverted thoughts from my head. I concentrated solely on the race. I could tell Cook was starting to get tired. They had done about 4 laps, they were neck and neck. Carlie didn't even look like she was breaking out into a sweat. Weird. I'm sure she would sweat if I- shit. Strike me down.

Ha! Cook was starting to slow down. Carlie was pulling head of him. I looked at my stopwatch as she sprinted to the finish line. 6 minutes and 49 seconds. Shit. She was fast.

Cook finished a good minute later. He looked pissed. "I'm kinda sick." He muttered.

"Uh-huh. I'm sure. Still have a hang-over?" Carlie asked him sarcastically.

He glared at her. I felt myself start to shake. I took a deep breath to calm down. If Cook wanted to keep his balls and continue to lead his miserable existence, he would have to back off of my girl.

"You just got beat by a girl." Justin said to Cook. "And not just any girl, your ex."

"Shut the fuck up." Cook replied. I wish I could punish him for swearing, but there was no way I was meant to hear that, I just picked it up with my super awesome werewolf hearing.

We had a few more races, no one topped Carlie's record though, and I dismissed them. I needed to call Rachel, I haven't talked to her since before Quil came.

Rachel always had the strangest ways of picking up the phone: "Oh my god! I was wondering when you were going to call! Quil says she's beautiful! Beautiful! And coming from an imprinted wolf? She must be-"

"She's gorgeous, Rachel."

"Ugh! Can you send me a picture or something? Because I really want to see her!"

"I cant just take a picture of her! That would be creepy!"

"Ugh. I guess you're right. So how was winter formal?" she asked with a laugh.

I growled. "That bad, huh? Did they allow grinding?" she asked.

"Yes, they did. And on top of watching him grind on her all night long, he was drunk and was 5 seconds away from raping her!"

"Oh my god! You stopped him, right?"

"Of course!" I yelled.

"Is that Jake?" I heard Paul ask. Rachel must have nodded because now the whole pack was on the phone. "Hey Jakey. We saw her in Quil's head. She's pretty." Jared said.

"Pretty doesn't even begin to describe her." I said.

"Eh, she's got nothing on Kim, but she's pretty." He said. Ah, the way of the imprint.

"Wait. She almost got raped?" Quil asked. There was a bunch of commotion of the other line.

"Well, almost, but I stopped it." I said.

"Was it that Cook guy you were telling us about?" Emily asked.

I growled, "Yes, yes it was."

"Did you fuck him up?" Sam asked.

"Oh, I wanted to. But my boss didn't even punish him."

"Why in the fuck not?" Paul asked.

"I have no idea. But whatever. As long as he doesn't come close to her again." I snarled.

"You must be in really good control, if some one tried to do that to my imprint, I would have killed them." Collin said.

"Oh, trust me. I was close. But she needed me in human form. A horse sized wolf would scare her even more."

"You got a point there. They don't like it when you just suddenly explode into a wolf." Paul muttered. I heard Rachel agree.

"Yeah. But on the brightside, she's single!" I said.

They laughed. "Dude, she's pretty. She's not going to stay single for long." Brady said.

I frowned. "She's independent. She doesn't always need a guy. I bet she only agreed to go out with Cook because she wanted to fit in." I snapped.

"Whoa. Ok. You don't have to yell." He said defensively.

"Sorry." I muttered.

"No, I understand." He said. "I'm just dreading Aubree's teen years."

"You and me both." Sam said.

I laughed. "God. I cant wait to come back. I wanna see how imprinting on the alpha's daughter is working out for you, Brady."

"Shut up, Jake."

"And I gotta meet the imprints I haven't met and the kids. And Sean and Blake as wolves"

"Then just come back for a weekend!" Rachel begged.

"We've had this discussion. I cant. I'm starting to think she's a danger magnate. I mean, who almost gets raped at a high school dance!?"

"Oh. I guess you have a point there." Emily agreed.

"Well. Once you two are together." Collin said.

"Yeah. I don't know when that will be though." I said glumly.

"It'll be sooner than you think, Jake." Quil said.

"Ok, what the fuck does that mean, Quil? Do you know something I don't?"

"All I'm saying is she looked like a very independent, driven person. And I think with the imprint connection mixed in. I don't think its to far off."

"Quil!" I yelled, "She's 17! I cant do that!"

"She seems a lot more mature than 17. She's emancipated, so clearly she can make good, educated decisions. Embry says she's smarter than him. Don't feel dirty if things go faster than you expected." He said.

"Fuck! This is frustrating! If she's so smart than why would she go for her gym teacher?!"

"Imprint connection." Several people answered.

"But she's my student! And a minor!" I yelled.

"Calm down. Its just a theory." Quil reassured me.

I started to shake. "I gotta phase. I'll talk to you guys later." I said quickly before hanging up the phone.

I made it out to the forest before I exploded. God! I cant do that to her! How could they think that I would!?

Well. I would. But I would feel terrible after. Shit. This sucks. My feet carried me to the edge of the woods so I could see into Embry's room. She was sitting in the farthest seat from Cook. Good.

I was a little worried about her making friends, Cook was attached to her the last few weeks, so I really didn't know how many true friends she had. I was relieved when I saw her talking to Kelsey Samson and Macy Lindas.

I watched from the forest as Embry taught his class. Carlie seemed to know the answer for every question. She's so smart.

By the time homeroom came around, I was back in my office, starting to doze off.

"I'm going to have to tell Mr. Torres you're sleeping on the job, Mr. Wolfe." She laughed.

I popped my eyes open and shrugged. "But then you would probably get stuck with Mr. Call as your homeroom teacher, and he's just not as cool as me."

"Ouch, dude. I come in here to give you an extra doughnut and you insult me!" Embry said as he rounded the corner to my office and handed me a doughnut.

"Well, its true." I shrugged.

Carlie smiled. "You guys act more like brothers than cousins."

"Ya think?" Embry asked. "Then I'm the smarter brother."

"I'm the cooler brother. Like I said before." I came back.

Carlie laughed. It surprised me how comfortable she was in a room with two of her teachers. Good sign.

"So," Embry began with a smile and a sneaky glance at Carlie, "Quil just texted me."

I frowned. "Shut up."

"Wait, so Quil is your cousin too?" Carlie asked. I nodded. "How many do you have?"

"A lot." Embry lied.

"Hum. I wish I had some cousins, growing up would have been so much more fun with someone my age." She said.

"Oh, so no cousins, and you're an only child?" I asked. She nodded. "I'm surprised your parents let you move to America all by yourself."

She smiled. "Well, my dad has friends near by in case of an emergency. And they trust me completely."

"Well that's cool." I said.

She smiled one last time and walked away. Embry smirked. "You might want to work on being less awkward."

I scowled at him and chucked a clipbord at him. He dodged it before it hit him. "I cant wait until you imprint." I muttered.

"Nah. There's no one girl for me."

"I'll make sure to tell your imprint that."

He laughed. "Well. I hope you man up soon. You need to get laid!" he yelled before leaving.

I sighed and went out into the gym. "Did I hear you're getting laid, Mr. Wolfe?" Trey asked.

"What? No! That was-"

"Oh. So you're not getting laid. Bummer." He said before walking away.

I saw Carlie and Leslie looking at me and laughing. Great. Now Carlie is going to think I sleep around.

"I told you he has experience." I heard Leslie whisper to Carlie.

Carlie frowned. "Les, I wish you the best and everything, but he didn't seem interested in you at the dance."

Leslie sighed. "Ugh. Well. He just needs some persuading."

Ew. No I don't.

I let them out of homeroom early, just to avoid Leslie.

I was just about to cut out on my weightlifting class early again, when her scent overwhelmed me.

"Mr. Wolfe?" Damn. She was with Mr. Torres.

"Yes, sir?" I asked as he stepped into my office, accompanied by a smirking Carlie.

"Miss Mason here has earned a detention. One hour after school for the next week. I trust you have no problems administering it?"

I don't have any problems administering discipline…no, I should stop thinking about that. "Um. No, sir."

"Good then. She has a free period this hour, she will be in your care until 3:30. You know our detention policies?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good then. And Miss Mason, I expect better behavior in the future."

"Yes, sir." She said. I detected sarcasm.

Mr. Torres left my office and Carlie sat down on my extra chair. My heart was racing. "So, Carlie. What did you do to earn a week's worth of detention?"

She sighed. "Well. You were there on Saturday, so I don't need to tell you that I broke up with Andrew." I nodded. "But he thinks I should give him another try because he was drunk and didn't know what he was doing. I obviously said no. So he's been pretty much harassing me all day, so I just got fed up and punched him and I think I might have accidentally broken his nose." She said quickly.

I couldn't stop myself from bursting out in laugher. "Really?!"

She smiled a confused smile. "Aren't you supposed to disapprove of that? And be mad that you have to stay after school for an hour for a week?"

I laughed harder. "No. I'm not mad. It was self defense!"

"That's what I said! But, no! I still got a week long detention."

"If it were up to me, he would have the detention." I said.

She smiled. "So what do I have to do for detention?"

I shrugged. "Um, well, since its not deserved, you can just do homework." I said. I figured I better get on her good side.

She laughed. "I'm done with it all."

"Oh. Um, well, you could either, um, sit there or, um, I was planning on cleaning my office, so if you want to help?" I asked awkwardly.

She smiled as she looked around. "It does need to be cleaned." She agreed.

"Hey! Was that a shot at me?"

She laughed, god I loved that noise. "Maybe."

"Now you really do have detention." I joked.

"Well good. Its dusty in here. And if I have to spend an hour a day for a week in here, we better clean it."

So for the next hour, my soul mate and I cleaned my office. We didn't talk much, besides the occasional jab at my cleanliness, but we got the job done. And I got to spend one blissful hour in her presents.