JACOB'S POV

I could tell that Sophie was becoming more okay with the idea of the imprinting. The idea of her being a shapeshifter was another story. But, baby steps. I smiled at her, expecting her to bolt in the opposite direction because of what had happened in Gym. I had waited for her outside her Math class, and was looking forward to lunch with her, if she was speaking to me. She smiled and waved at me. I was shocked, but happy. So happy. I pulled her into a hug, and she seemed completely… fine. Weird.

"How was Math? Did you crunch those numbers?" I joked. She rolled her eyes.

"Sort of. Quil kept throwing pens at my head, so I… Well, you'll see." She smirked to herself. What did she do to poor Quil?

"What did you do?" I asked. She grabbed my hand and pulled me to the cafeteria. Sparks shot through my arm. Walking through the doors, I spotted Quil.

And then I started laughing.

Sophie had drawn glasses on his face in sharpie, along with some love hearts on his cheeks.

"How did you do that? You amazing midget." She ignored my comment at her height and smiled proudly at her artwork.

"I'm a very immature person. Besides, he shouldn't be so inclined to close his eyes and stay still." She explain. "He thought it was my finger. Sucker."

I couldn't breathe from laughing so hard. And Quil had noticed us standing there. He stormed over, glaring. "You little…" He growled. I stood in front of her protectively. Quil stood in front of me, daggers being shot over my shoulder. "That little bitch drew on my face!" He shouted. I grinned proudly.

"What can I say? She's pretty amazing." Quil then started pushing me to get to her.

"I'm gonna kill you!" He screamed. Then I got angry.

"It was just a joke Quil. Back off." I ordered. He scoffed.

His eyes narrowed. "You wanted me to be humiliated. This won't come off for days! You are such a little… mutt!" My eyes widened. I immediately felt her pain. She stepped around me.

"I am NOT one of YOU." She yelled. He laughed.

"Prove it." He mocked.

And she did. She turned around, and walked away with her dignity intact. She was in control.

SOPHIE'S POV

What a jerk. He was the one who let me. He started it. If you can't take it, don't dish it out you pleb. I couldn't believe he called me that. How could he do that? I was so ready to wolf-out on his ass. But I knew I couldn't. So I left.

Jacob came running behind me. "Hey!" He called. I didn't want him to see me being a wuss, so I sucked it up and wiped my eyes. I then turned around to face him.

"Hey Jake." I greeted with a smile. He gave me a look.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

I shrugged. "Quil's an ass when he's angry." I stated.

Then Quil came running over. I turned on my heels and walked away from his speeding figure. Jacob followed. I reached the parking lot, but Quil grabbed by shoulder. "Hey, look. I'm sorry for being such a jerk. I didn't mean it."

"I have an idea." I scowled. "Why don't you go into the woods and play 'hide and go fuck yourself'?" Quil's head dropped.

"I didn't mean what I said. I promise. I just…" He sighed. "I can't control my anger like you." I couldn't look at his face. Mainly because of the sharpie I had drawn on it. I couldn't take him seriously. He looked so stupid.

"Sorry?" I asked. "I couldn't hear you over the bullshit clogging my ears." Man, I was on fire. Quil's head fell even lower.

"None of us can. Not even Sam. Your the first one to reject it, and still be able to control your temper." He explained. I looked to Jake. He nodded.

I finally sighed. "Look, I don't know how I do it. I just don't let it control me. I don't let myself not think about my actions. Not even for a second." They clearly didn't get it, and I didn't either to be fair to them. "It's harder to explain than it is to actually do."

So I finally accepted Quil's apology. And we went back inside for our last lesson.

I couldn't stop thinking about what Quil had said. Did none of them have control of themselves? Why did I, if they didn't? The whole thing made absolutely no sense to me. And when Jake met me after my last lesson to drive me home, I was still thinking about it.

"Are you okay?" He asked. I turned my head to face him, not really paying attention. "What?" I then realised what he had asked. "Oh, yeah I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You're pretty deep in thought." He explained. I shrugged.

"I can't stop thinking about what Quil said. About none of you having control." Jake's eyebrow raised.

"Do you guys really not have control over your anger?" He nodded.

"Some are worse than others. I have pretty good control, but I can still be set off from time to time." He explained. "Your brother is actually the one with the worst temper."

I was shocked. Growing up, I was always the pain and the drama queen. Paul was the calm and reasonable one. I couldn't believe that this 'transformation' had had such an effect on my brother, and the opposite on me.

"Quil is actually one of the better ones at control, but he's the newest after Seth. It takes time to be able to calm yourself down." I looked up at him.

"How do you do it?" I asked.

"I think of the things I like and love. Mainly my dad. And my mom. How she wouldn't be proud if she saw me hurt someone." I nodded. It made sense to me. He needed a stronger incentive to stay calm.

"But I thought Paul had your sister. Isn't she enough?" Jake growled under his breath.

"Unfortunately, my sister isn't a big enough incentive to stay calm." I could tell this topic made him angry. But I needed to know something.

"I don't understand you two." I stated plainly. Jake immediately look at me like I was insane. "You imprinted on each other's sisters and you still hate each other." Jake kept looking at me. It was the first time I mentioned our imprinting explicitly.

"LOOK OUT!" I yelled, pulling the wheel away from the ditch we were heading towards, swerving a few cars.

"Can none of you guys drive? How the hell did you get your licenses, and I didn't because one time I accidentally hit a squirrel?" Jake started laughing. "You hit a squirrel? And I'm the bad driver?" He teased. I hit his arm. "I can't imagine the amount of things you have killed with this death trap."

"No. It's just you're a distraction when driving." He explained. I blushed. Wait… why did I blush? ARG! Stupid imprinting! He pulled over as we had finally reached my house in one piece.

"Well then, maybe I shouldn't spend so much time with you then if I'm such a distraction." I mocked with a smile. A pout appeared on his face as I climbed out of his car and walked into the house, having to force myself from not looking back at him.