Chapter Fourteen: I Know You

Instead of screaming like a normal person, and like I intended to do, I stared up at him. My mouth was covered by his hand, my person seated in my computer chair. He promised to let go if I'd be quiet, so I nodded my head, and quietly watched as he backed away, taking a seat on the bed.

This was strange. First, how did he get in my house? I'm sure my mum and dad wouldn't just let him in, they didn't even know him. Second, how did he know where I lived? The only people that'd ever been in my house from down on the rez were Embry, Quil, and Seth. Third, why was he here? He and I weren't even particularly close, so what was this about?

He seemed to be collecting his thoughts, trying to find a way to turn them into words. Was he upset over something? So why come to me with his problems? It wasn't as though I wouldn't try to help, but he could've asked in a more subtle way. Also, I needed to stop asking myself questions, especially if I didn't know the answers to them. Because my curiosity from earlier was returning, the same burning that I needed to know what was going on, way overthrew my hyperactivity, or the mild fatigue that washed over me as soon as I entered the house.

Russet coloured fingers ran through his dark hair, he looked over at me.

"You think I'm obsessed with Bella?"

Random. Did that bother him that much that he had to sneak into my room to confront me about it? I didn't mean to upset him, I didn't mean half of what I said earlier, I was just a bit mad and worried. No one, out of the two people I asked, would tell me what was going on.

"Jake, I..." I didn't really know what to say. I felt suddenly embarrassed, my cheeks burning hot as he looked at me. "I didn't mean to upset you."

"Forget that." He swiped his hand through the air as though getting rid of me hurting his feelings off the imaginary table. "Do you think I'm obsessed with Bella?"

In all honesty, I did. But I didn't find him creepy or anything, I felt bad for him. She seemed to lead him on, whenever I saw the pair together, and then at the mention of Edward, her boyfriend, she would go fawning over him. Leaving Jacob all alone to wait for her to return to him once more. He was obviously passionate about her, but he deserved better- Even if he did break in my house, and I didn't really know him that well... But if he was anything like the other guys, which he seemed to be, then he didn't deserve what he was setting himself up for.

Maybe it was also that I just, sort of, didn't really like Bella as much as everyone else did. They all made it seem like she was the greatest thing since cheese fries, but I really didn't see the appeal. Sure, Jacob liked her, but she was with Edward, and she seemed more obsessed with that guy than Jake did with her. It didn't seem like she'd be easing up on him anytime soon, but it seemed kind of whore-ish that she'd string him along too.

"She's not a whore!" he shot at me, glaring, practically snarling as he stood up abrubtly.

I'll admit, I was a bit scared, sinking back in my seat, he looked like I was ready to release some dark beast from within, but a look in his eyes told me that he sort of understood where I was coming from. Slowly standing, I looked up at him, smiling small. He retreated, sitting back down and looking at the floor.

"I never said that she's a whore, Jake." I sat down beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I'm not that mean, but... I'm just saying you shouldn't get your hopes up for her. You can do better."

Suddenly, I felt closer to him. He and I could be really good friends, as long as he didn't break into my house anymore. That could easily help our friendship.

Nodding, I noticed the weight in the bed shift, and Jacob walking over to the window, muttering some sort of goodbye. I stood to watch him off, like a good hostess, thinking he had a good idea about not going passed my parents. The window opened, he leaned half-way out then looked back at me.

"Thanks, Ellie."

"No problem Ja-"

My eyes widened as lips suddenly pressed to mine. They weren't soft like Embry's, but rougher, although the way they touched mine wasn't in a rough sense. It happened so quick that I didn't even have time to push him away, because he was already out the window and down the road, to have me stare after, shocked.

...I didn't want to be that close with him.

Although it took a while, I finally fell asleep, thinking about how I'd have to tell Embry about this, or if I shouldn't. I never really came to a conclusion, not even when I awoke the next morning. Or when I brushed my teeth, threw a pair of shorts on, or texted back Embry after he said he'd come pick me up around noon.

I sat around the house for a bit, and was apparently absent during breakfast time.

"Is something wrong, El?" My mother looked at me while she cut up her pankcakes.

"No."

"Are you sure?" My father glanced over the paper, raising a brow at me.

"Yeah."

Then they glanced at each other, then continued bombarding me with questions. When I finally, hesitantly, perfectly responded that I had a nightmare and really didn't want to talk about it, they let it go. So we ate breakfast in silence, mum slurpling her coffee and dad turning the pages to the paper and forks clinking agains the plates, the only noises that sounded throughout the kitchen. It was a nice change.

Mum made me clean the dishes, but afterwards I rushed up the steps to go change out of my pajamas. I decided to wear one of my newer outfits, a white shirt with silver sequense making the pattern of a rose, a loose black vest over top with grey skinny jeans. I plaited my hair, those annoying extra strands curling out before my face, then pulled on my boots. It was almost time for Embry to come pick me up, so I could sit and wait it out until then.

He seemed a bit on edge when he picked me up on his bike. I held on tight, nuzzling into his warmth, hoping that he was alright. I wonder if Jacob told him that he kissed me, or maybe something else was troubling. It had to be something big though, it was odd to see him angry, even when his mum went and punished him for staying out or going out later than he was supposed to. I held him tighter, closing my eyes.

Hopefully he was alright.

When we parked the bike, he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me closer. Protectively.

"Em, you alright?" I looked up at him, frowning slightly.

"I'm fine. You look nice."

"What's wrong?"

I knew what was wrong, I wasn't stupid. But it wasn't as though I wanted to kiss him, I didn't even kiss him back. He was gone too fast before I could slap him, yell at him... He broke into my house! I didn't like him like that, Embry, I like you. I lo-

"What did Jacob want last night?"

"He was mad at me because I said he was obsessed with Bella." I told him. "I only said that because no one would tell me what was going on. I was worried and angry and-"

"That all?"

"I helped him see his situation in a different light, but, er..." I looked out, seeing Jacob walk out of Emily's house as soon as I spoke. "...He sort of kissed me."

Suddenly, I fell over onto the dirt, eyes wide at the sight before me. The beautiful, familiar, now frightening sight before me. Where my Embry once stood, now stood a a mess of dark grey fur with black spots sprinkled and meshed in with the grey. Fangs bared, eyes narrowed, I took notice to those beautiful, smoldering eyes.

...

My wolf.

A/N: Hey guys~ Review if you can, please! I want to know how you feel about this story, how I can improve and... Well yeah!