So The Truth is drawing near for Jake and Carlie…only a few more chapters!

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So I put my hands up

they're playin' my song

The butterflies fly away

I'm noddin' my head like "Yeah!"

Movin' my hips like "Yeah!"

Fuck. Miley. Cyrus. Why did it have to be her annoying voice that wakes me up from imprint love/sex/sleep.

Carlie shifted in my arms and slowly opened her eyes. She was tired. We both woke up about 4 times last night to make love. Best fucking night ever.

She reached over and turned off her phone alarm. Before she could make a move to get up, I had my phone in hand, calling the school.

"Lakeside High School. This is Miss. Bronwell."

Shit. Her. "Uh, yeah, hi. Its" I paused to give a fake cough, Carlie giggled next to me. "Jacob Wolfe. I'm" cough "not going to be able to make it in today."

"Do you have an STD?" she asked dryly.

"No!" I snapped. "It's the" cough "flu. I heard it was going around. I wont be surprised if a lot of kids call in sick." Carlie smiled.

"Whatever jackass. Get well soon, I guess."

"Thanks." Cough "Have a good day."

Once I hung up the phone, I pulled Carlie closer. "I love you."

I felt her smile against my chest. "I love you too. What are we going to do today if we aren't going to school?"

"I was thinking Chicago. Do lunch and just walk around."

She smiled. "Hum. My aunt said I have to check out the Magnificent Mile."

I shrugged, "As long as I'm allowed in the dressing rooms…"

She laughed, "I don't know about being allowed in the same stall as me, but I'll defiantly show you."

"Good enough for me. You shower first, I'll make breakfast."

I headed into the kitchen as she headed into the bathroom.

"Is it safe to come in?" Embry asked from the doorway.

I smiled, "Yeah, just don't stay to long."

He wrinkled his nose. "Dear god, how many rounds did you two go last night?

"None of your business."

He muttered something and went to his room for something to wear. He was in and out within 5 minutes, stealing some waffles before running out the door.

Carlie came out after making a fake sick call to school and getting dressed. "Mmm. Coffee." She murmured, walking over to the coffee I attempted to make.

We ate our waffles, joking and talking about random stuff and then we left for Chicago. After about a half an hour of searching, I finally found a parking place near the Watertower.

Carlie was beaming by the time I walked around and opened her door. "Thanks."

I snatched her hand up, I didn't want any punks getting the idea she was available. "No problem, baby."

We started to walk and in hand down the street, "So do you need anything?" she asked.

I laughed, "I'm a gym teacher. All I need is sweat pants."

She looked up at me with pleading eyes. "Can we get you some Calvin Klines?"

"What! No! Carlie, I don't need designer sweatpants!"

"Oh, no. Not sweats. I'm thinking jeans. Please?"

Fuck. I have to give in to her. Her pleading face is too much for me… "Baby…"

She pouted out her bottom lip even more. "Jake, have you seen the new Calvin Kline model?" she scoffed, "Seriously, you would look much better than him in Klines."

"Ah, no, I haven't googled the new Calvin Kline model yet." I said sarcastically, "I can't believe I haven't."

She laughed she pulled me into some expensive looking store. "Well you should." She teased. "But nice deflection. Its Klines or….um…you get a Prada suit."

Before I had the chance to reply, something sparkly must have caught her eyes and she took off deeper into the pits of hell….I mean what ever the hell store we were in…

She turned to me and smiled after spending about an hour (complaint free from me) in the store. "Ok, wanna come in the dressing room with me?"

I smirked. "Uh, yeah."

She dragged me over to the dressing rooms and when the attendant saw Carlie, her eyes bulged. Carlie simply smiled, "I don't quite know how many I have. But I don't think it'll be a problem, do you?" she said, sliding a $50 bill across the desk. "And I need my boyfriend's opinion, so he'll come in too."

The girl just looked shocked. "U-uh. He can't go in the stall with you. It's against policy, but he can wait on the couch in there." She said apologetically.

Carlie smiled. "Great!"

I watched her dance into one of the stalls as I took a seat on the couch.

As she tried on outfit after outfit (all of them very hot) I thought about my life. What a lucky fucking bastard I am. Carlie is 17, still in high school and has her whole life ahead of her.

Why her gym teacher?

Fuck, I'm not complaining. But…really? Carlie is very headstrong and independent. She could have anyone. But for some reason…she's with me. Thank god we were made for each other.

"Jake?" Carlie snapped me out of my thoughts. "What do you think of this one?"

I cocked an eyebrow, "Baby, you could wear a paper bag and it would look sexy. Of course you look sexy in that." I said, she had a really small dress on.

Carlie smiled. "Ok. Ok. I'm almost done, I just have a few jeans to try on. You don't have to wait in here if you don't want to, I'll probably just speed-try them on."

I shrugged, "Take your time."

I was getting back to my thinking about how lucky my life is, when two women came in giggling. They seemed surprised to see me in there. It was probably weird. They were apparently very strict about having no guys in the fitting rooms since this store had no guys clothes…

One smiled at me and I nodded absentmindedly while I fished around for my phone that just went off.

Well, fuck me. It was a picture message. From Carlie. Figured you would need a bit of cheering up? That was accompanied by a picture of her in jeans that hugged her in all the right places and she was only wearing a bra…

I groaned out loud and I heard her giggle from her fitting room.

"I don't know Amanda. Do you think it's too small?" one of the girls who came in swung her door open and walked out as her friend did the same.

"I don't think so." Her friend played along. "But you might want to get someone else's opinion.

Ugh.

I kept my eyes focused on Carlie's door.

"What do you think?" The first one asked, I was sure it was directed at me, but I didn't look. "Hey!" she tried to get my attention by waving and coming closer. She was in a too small tanktop and mini skirt. Wow. Original. Carlie looks sexier in a turtleneck… "I'm talking to you! Hello! Mr. tall dark and handsome!"

I rolled my eyes and looked at her with a bored expression on my face, "Me?"

She smiled. "Yeah, you're the only guy in here. What do you think? Too small?" she asked, pushing out her tits. "Or too much coverage?"

I wrinkled my nose. "Oh, too small defiantly. Don't want people to think you hit on taken guys now, would you."

I heard two gasps and one laugh. Carlie swung the door open and she stepped out with all the clothes. "Ouch." She muttered as she walked over to me.

I smirked at the girl and kissed Carlie on the lips. "Ready?"

"Yeah." I grabbed her free hand and lead her out of the dressing rooms. I didn't miss the glare Carlie shot the two girls.

We paraded around Chicago for a few more hours, Carlie dropping at least 2 grand. And me dropping a pretty penny for a Tiffany's diamond bracelet Carlie liked. The smile and kiss she gave me defiantly made it worth it. It was a good day. I warded off some jackass who thought she was available, she convinced me to buy some fucking Calvin Kline jeans, and we had a quickie in the bathroom of the restaurant we went to for lunch. Very successful.

She seemed like she had something on her mind while we were driving back. "Babe, are you ok?"

She gave me a reassuring smile, "Yeah. I- never mind."

"You can tell me anything, you know." I said, taking my eyes off the road for a moment to look into hers.

She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth. "I was just thinking…about us." She took my confused silence as a sign to keep going. "Its nothing bad!" she said right away. "Its just…I don't know."

I cocked an eyebrow, "You're gonna have to give me a little more than that, honey."

She laughed lightly. "It just seems fast, ya know? I mean, most people take months to fall in love, years sometimes. But…you and me…I don't know. Do you know what I'm saying?"

I frowned, "Too fast?" But…she said it back. Did it matter if we have a really strong connection?

"Yeah. But it feels…" Magical? Weird? Scary? "right."

I smiled. "Now I know what you mean."

She laughed. "Oh! You thought it was something bad!"

"Yeah. You actually scared the shit outta me."

She scooted closer to me and rested her head on my shoulder. "Sorry. Its strange though, isn't it?"

I did and awkward one armed shrug. "It can happen."

She laughed. "My parent's fell in love quite fast, too. Must be something in my blood." She said with a hint of amusement.

"I'm pretty sure it's in my blood too." I said with smirk.

We drove the rest of the way home in a comfortable silence, Carlie still leaning on my shoulder.

It was 5pm when we got back to my apartment, my pack was home, putting out a fire in the kitchen after Seth apparently botched grilled cheese. Carlie and I both laughed at him and went to my room.

"So what are you going to do with all these candles now?" she asked, smiling.

I pulled her into a hug. "Keep 'em for special occasions."

She laughed and pushed me back onto the bed, she landed softly on top of me. "Like what?"

"Anniversaries, birthdays, valentines day, sweetest day…"

She hummed in response before meeting my lips. Her hands roamed under my tee shirt and she traced my abs with her fingers. "I love you."

I flipped her over and kissed her back. "I love you too."

Imprint sex just got better with love…

For the next few days, Carlie and I were in a 'honeymoon' state as Embry called it. There was not a second that we were together that we weren't touching and saying 'I love you' to one another. Well, except for the obvious exception of school.

I used those horrible hours we were apart to think of ways to explain that I was a werewolf. Rachel said I should do it in La Push, but I think its because she just wants to meet Carlie before Carlie possibly, but hopefully not, freaks out and leaves me.

Ugh. Just thinking about that possibility makes me sick. Carlie would understand though, right? Just because the love of her life can turn into a big hairy dog at whim, doesn't mean she won't still love him. Right?

Was this too fast? Maybe I should have waited to form a deeper bond with her. No. She was right, it took a long longer for the average person to fall in love. And I'm not average, so she's the one who's strange.

Hah. I'm the one who explodes into a wolf, and I'm calling a human strange. She wasn't a 'mythical' creature. This blows. If I had my way, I wouldn't be a wolf and she would be totally legal!

By anyway… Was it normal for her to feel the imprint so strongly? None of the other wolf girls had such intense feelings for their imprinter so soon. I guess it was in her blood…

I wonder what her parents are like. Probably good looking. Carlie was perfect, so she must have some good genes in her. And probably very nice. I mean, they raised her, and she's really nice. Smart! Carlie had to have gotten her brains from somewhere.

I wonder what she was like as a kid. Smart, happy, rich, I bet.

And my mind kept wondering to this Demitri character. Was he her first kiss? And what did he do to make her so reluctant to talk about him? Would it be to forward to just ask her about him?

But then she would wonder about my past. Well, I did promise to tell her about why I ran away from home. I could briefly cover…her. Leaving out leeches and werewolves, of course.

Ugh. But telling her my story would lead to…well, everything. The more I look back on it, the more I see that my life kind of fucking sucked without her. Mom dead, dad in a wheelchair, my sisters both leaving a 13 year old me to take care of everything, meeting her, becoming a wolf because of them… then the wolf shit spiraling out of control until I ran and then became a womanizing jackass.

But I owed it to her to tell her. And she can clearly see I'm not like that at all now.

Saturday night after having sex, we lay cuddled up in bed, her head resting on my chest, and my arms wrapped around her. "Baby?"

"Hum?" she replied, cuddling closer.

"Do- Do want to hear my story?" I half hoped she would say no and not care about my past at all, but I knew she was at least a little bit interested.

She flipped around to face me, "Do you want to tell me?" she asked. My girl is so sweet.

I nodded. "I feel like you should know." I whispered.

Carlie smiled and nodded, "Ok. Yeah, I do."

I took a deep breath as she laid back down on my chest. "Well, first off, you have to know some…stuff about me. I haven't exactly told you the truth and before you freak out," I said quickly, "its just little stuff."

"Like?" she prodded.

"Um, my real last name isn't Wolfe, its, uh, Black."

She lifted her head to look at me, "Jacob Black?" she questioned with a small smirk.

"Yeah, it was just easier after I ran away and all to go by a different name." I rambled an explanation.

"Jacob Black." She said again, cocking an eye brow. "I think…" I held my breath. "its sexier than Jacob Wolfe."

"Oh yeah?"

"Uh-huh. It just flows better."

I laughed. "Right."

"So what else?"

"Ah, Embry, Seth, Leah and I aren't actually cousins. Not even related actually. Well, Seth and Leah are siblings." I explained.

She looked confused. "Why say you are then?"

"What would you have thought of Leah if she lived with two guys that she wasn't related to at all?"

Carlie bit her lip and blushed. "Oh…"

"Yeah. If we say we're all related, then people don't think she's fucking us all. The idea makes her sick."

"Ok, that's understandable."

"So are you ready to hear my story? Let me just warn you that its not very happy and you can feel free to stop me at any point."

She smiled, "Enough with the dramatics, Jake." She teased.

"Right. Well. It all began in La Push, a Quileute reservation in Washington."

"You're Native American?" she asked.

"Yep. Full-blooded, too. What nationality did you think I was?" I asked with a smile.

She blushed, "Um, I had no clue, actually."

I laughed. "Yeah, its not really something common. But anyway, La Push: rainy, dreary, and very poor. I was born the third child of Billy and Sarah Black. I have older twin sisters, Rachel and Rebecca; they're 5 years older than me. The rez was pretty poor, we lived in a small house and didn't have much money for one night trips to Amsterdam." I teased her. "But life was good. I had my best friends, Quil and Embry, and a loving family."

I took a deep breath before continuing, "But then when I was 6, my parents were hit by a drunk driver. My mom was killed on impact, and my dad was then confined to wheelchair."

"Oh, Jake!" she had tears in her eyes as she wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a comforting hug.

"Yeah. It was a serious blow to my family. My dad did his best for us, but mom did most of the cooking, cleaning and taking care of us. Sue Clearwater helped us out a lot, she's Seth and Leah's mom. I think Rachel and Becky took her death the hardest, they never recovered. So when they were 18 and done with high school, they both took off, Rachel to college and Becky to Hawaii where she eloped with some surfer guy, Then it was just Billy and me." Ah, fuck. This is kinda hard to tell.

Carlie was looking at me with wide, tear filled eyes. "You were just 13?" she asked. "You and your wheelchair bound dad?"

I hugged her. "Yeah. Baby, don't cry. It wasn't so bad. We found ways to get around. Quil and Embry always had my back and their parents always helped us out. When I look back on it, it wasn't so bad at all."

She looked at me with even wider eyes, "So there's more heartbreak in you story?"

I smiled softly. "If you want me to st-"

"No! No! Keep going." She urged.

"Ok. One of the people who took care of us the most was my dad's old fishing buddy, Charlie Swan. Charlie felt like he owed us because when his wife took off with his daughter, we kinda took care of him. And when I was about 15, his daughter came to live with him. I remembered her a little bit. She would come for the summers and we play in the mud together."

I felt Carlie frown against my chest.

"Her and I started out being friends, our dads were always together, so we kinda rekindled our friendship, with out the mud, though." I laughed. "But then I kinda started to realize I liked her more than just a friend, but she was already in a serious relationship."

Carlie was looking at me with wide eyes, I couldn't place all the emotions I saw, jealously, sadness, anger…

"So I was just content being her friend. But then her boyfriend left her, he just up and moved with his family, giving her no notice whatsoever."

"That's awful!" Carlie exclaimed, "Who would do that? And they were in a serious relationship?"

I nodded, "Yeah, she went in to like a zombie state. One word answers, just no life in her at all. She didn't even look human when she came to visit me one day. Before she came to see me that day, I hadn't seen her much, I got all my updates on her from my dad, who always talked to her dad. That day she brought two motorcycles, hoping I could fix them up. I did, obviously, and that's when I started to fall in love with her."

I hugged Carlie closer to me as she frowned. "Don't be jealous, baby. I never loved her as much as I love you." She seemed to relax a little bit after that. "And this was around the time I started to hang out with the guys. Sam, Jared, Paul, and Embry. Quil, Seth, Leah, Collin, Brady, Sean, and Blake joined our…pack later."

"Pack?" she laughed.

I shrugged…if only she knew how true. "But then her ex-boyfriend came back. She dropped me right away and went back to him. I hated him. He was dangerous, a murderer actually." I spat. "And I told her this, she didn't care. I was…heartbroken. He wouldn't let her come see me because he though I was dangerous. But she came and saw me a few times, I was still in love with her, so I was overjoyed that she came. She was my first kiss. I told her she should choose me over him, and then I kissed her. She punched me and her boyfriend threatened to kill me."

Carlie gasped, "That was your first kiss!"

"Unfortunately yes. Her boyfriend and I fought dirty for her love. He let it 'accidentally' slip that she agreed to marry him, at 18, too, knowing that it would destroy me. I, um," I stalled, I really didn't want to let her know this part, "well, I manipulated her into thinking I was going to kill myself if she didn't pick me, it worked a little bit, but she loved him."

"She doesn't even seem worth it." Carlie snipped.

I couldn't help but laugh, "She wasn't! I was blinded by what I thought was love. I tried to convince her he was dangerous and that he would end up killing her. But she didn't listen. And when she sent out her wedding invitations, I ran."

"You ran away when you were 15?" she asked.

"I was 16 by this time. And hey! You're 17 and out on your own."

"But being emancipated is totally different than running away! Like I have a credit card to buy food and all the necessities. What did you do?"

Well, I can't really tell her I stayed a wolf for 3 years and ate animals… "I got by. It was kind tough at first, my friends kept calling me, but I kept running away. I haven't been back in 10 years."

"What!" she yelled, "You left your wheelchair bound father all alone and you haven't even been back to visit!"

"Carlie, calm down! Rachel eventually came back home and married one of my friends, Paul, actually, they live right next door to him."

"Oh. Well, if you haven't been home, then how did Mr. Call, Seth and Leah find you?"

I laughed. "They tracked me after I was gone for about 3 years, Leah and Embry couldn't take La Push anymore, Seth just came with his sister because. The 4 of us have been traveling around together for the past 7 years."

"You need to go visit your dad. And what about Mr. Call's parents and Seth and Leah's parents? Don't they miss their kids?"

"Well, Embry never know who his dad was, and his mom got remarried and moved to California, pretty much abandoning him when he was 18. And Leah and Seth's dad died back when her boyfriend was gone, and their mom has since remarried. Charlie Swan, in fact."

Carlie shook her head. "Wow. So I assume you don't have any contact with her?"

I gave a humorless laugh, "Baby, she's dead. He killed her, just like I said he would."

"Oh my god! That's terrible! Is he in prison or anything?"

I shook my head, "Nah. No one ever knew it was him, except for a few of my friends, they saw her stony corpse with him."

Carlie was silent for a few moments before she wrapped her arms around my neck, "Well, she made her choices. I can't say I'm glad she's dead, but I'm happy she didn't pick you. Because then we would have never met."

"I'm happy too." I murmured.