JACOB'S POV

I woke up on Sunday, and just laid there, staring at the ceiling. I had to think of some way to convince Sophie how I felt. I had to. So I did the only thing I could think of. I called Embry.

"What?" He asked, annoyed.

"I need your help. Is Ashley there?" I asked.

"Hi Jake!" Ashley greeted cheerily.

Jake smiled at her joyful greeting. "Hey Ash. I need your help."

"What with?"

"Sophie."

SOPHIE'S POV

I fell out of my bed that morning, immediately waking up. I groaned in pain. Why couldn't I just wake up like a normal person. Paul came running in with a baseball bat, Rachel behind him.

"What is it?" He looked down at me and rolled his eyes.

"For fuck sake Soph." Rachel smacked his arm at his language. I then looked up to find them both in their underwear. Ew.

"Screw you." I muttered, pulling myself up with any energy I could find. He then left the room, pulling Rachel with him. So I got dressed and made my bed, before walking out into the front room.

Jake was stood there with purple irises.

"What're you doing here?" I asked, forcing myself to keep a straight face.

"I tried to think of a way to stop being an ass." He explained. "I figured this was a start."

I walked towards him and put on my thinking face, building the suspense. He stared at me hopefully. So I took the flowers.

"It's a start." I stated, sneaking in a smile.

Jake sighed with relief. I couldn't help but find myself smiling. He wasn't being a dick. This was huge!

"So, what's going on?"

"Soph, Paul wanted to know if you were gonna make breakfast…" Rachel walked out in her underwear, staring at her brother in horror. Jake's face went red and I immediately shielded his eyes.

"I'll just…" She sprinted back into Paul's room, and I realised Jake's hands were resting on my hips. I pulled my hands away from his eyes.

"Sorry. I should've warned you." I apologised, stepping out of his grip. I then looked at the flowers.

"I'll go put these in water." I muttered, walking to the kitchen and finding a vase hidden in a cupboard. Jake sat on a stool at the island.

"So, I was trying to think of some way to make it up to you for being a complete dick. So I asked Ashley. But she didn't give me any ideas that weren't… well, to be completely honest they were super girly." I smirked.

"So I figured the only person I could ask about it, was you."

I smiled. "So what exactly are you attempting to say?"

He climbed off the stool and walked over to me, holding both my hands.

"How can I make this right?" He asked.

I sighed. "I don't know, Jake." I pulled my hands out of his. "You made it pretty clear I am more of a possession to you than anything."

He shook his head. "You're not." He insisted. "I just get… I'm a possessive person."

"That doesn't mean I am your possession." I stated.

He sighed. "I know."

"All I want from you is to know you trust me not to run off with Cole, and treat me like you actually care." I explained. He looked at me like I was crazy. As if he was already doing that. But he saw that I was not convinced. And I wasn't. I felt like shit sometimes around him. And if he really had these feelings for me, he wouldn't make me feel like that.

"I know you think I am being too… too much. Especially since you've only been here a short time. But it's only because the imprint is making me crazy."

I stepped back. "So, you're saying that if the imprint never happened… You wouldn't feel that way for me? You don't think we would've ended up together?"

He shrugged. "Not really." My eyes widened. That was all that was giving me hope of this working out. The thought that without the imprint, I would still probably be with Jacob. The fact that he didn't believe that just cemented my opinion.

He realised what I meant. "No! No, Soph! That's not what I-"

"You don't think that we would be together without the imprint." I repeated, confirming my fears.

"Paul was right." I realised.

"Paul? What does Paul have to do with-?"

"I don't feel good around you." I stated plainly, pain in my eyes.

"You make me feel like utter crap!" I finally confronted. "And if you were my imprint, you wouldn't do that. You would treat me like Paul treats your sister. Like Sam treats Emily. Like Embry treats Ashley."

"What're you saying?" He asked.

"The imprint was a mistake. I can't be with someone who doesn't want to treat me with respect. I may not be a girly girl, but I am still a girl. I want to be treated like I'm special. Like I'm worth something." I told him.

"And Cole does that. You don't."

"Soph-"

"Just go. Please."

I watched him leave, sighing once the door closed. My heart felt like it was broken, but that wasn't true. Because if it was, I wouldn't be completely fine right now. I wanted Cole. Right now, he was the one I wanted to be with.

"Sophie?" I heard Paul's voice. I grabbed the island to steady myself. I suddenly felt dizzy and sick.

"Are you okay?"

I nodded, looking up at him. "Did you guys hear all that?"

Paul nodded in response. Rachel came out, both were clothed now, and pulled me into a hug.

"I know he's my brother." She stated. "But he can be a real dick."

I then felt my resolve break. I finally began to cry. I didn't even know why. I had made a completely rational decision. I had been honest. And I had finally faced the truth. So why did I feel so… hurt? Rachel held me close to her, and Paul held me from behind, kissing my head. I felt so broken. I wished wolves could switch off their emotions. But they just felt things more strongly. I felt like nothing could make me feel better. Nothing.