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Disclaimer: Reece is mine.

"Oh God," Jake was shaking his head as if he'd never be able to shake it again.

I widened my eyes at him. "What?" We were still standing on the Clearwater's front porch with Seth eerily drooling over me and Jake acting completely mortified and looking as if he was going to cry.

Leah made her way back to the door when she heard Jake in pain, most likely to watch and laugh, which would have been fun to do, except I know nothing of what is going on. I punched Jake in the arm to get his attention, but I think it just caused my other wrist to break instead. Leah pushed past Seth to catch a glimpse of Jake in agony, then turned to Seth for an explanation. Apparently the look on Seth's face was all she needed to burst out into uncontrollable fits of laughter, because she buckled over and howled in entertainment.

This efficiently pissed me off because I was still as clueless as everyone else in Forks who had no clue that werewolves even existed. "It's not funny, Leah," Jake grimaced. "This is gonna make things far more difficult."

Between giggles, yes, Leah, the stone cold woman who earlier had shown no signs of emotion besides irritation, was giggling, she replied, "What are you talking about? This makes things so much easier, now she's got her own personal wolf." And then whatever she said was lost in her cheerful guffaws.

Now I was thoroughly and utterly lost. What did she mean by 'personal wolf'? "Jake!" I shouted. If I had to, I'd go do cartwheels in the road to get his, or anyone's, attention at that moment. "What the hell is going on?"

Jake pursed his lips and hit Seth upside the head, "Yeah Jake?" the obviously younger werewolf asked, tearing his eyes away from me for about three point five seconds before stealing another chaste glance.

"Stop it," Jake ordered half-heartedly. "You don't even know her name."

Seth's smile took up the whole lower half of his face when he inquired, "Did you know Nessie's name right away?"

"Do not bring her into this conversation," Jake warned, quivering enough that Leah laid a hand on his shoulder to calm him down, which shocked me more than the whole Seth-being-really-really-freaky thing because I didn't know Leah was able to fathom even being kind to Jake, let alone attempt to calm him down. But I suppose deep down she may have possibly loved her brother and didn't want Jake ripping him to shreds in front of a guest. How rude.

Seth's smile was not to be fazed as he turned back to me and extended his hand, "I'm Seth." No shit, Sherlock.

"I figured," I informed him, sneaking a wary peek at his huge and inviting palm.

He blinked at me with large chocolate eyes that could make anyone melt. Except me for some reason, because I merely stared back at him with my eyebrows raised…if my eyebrows had grown back yet that is. I mean, mom had taught me how to draw eyebrows on, so I still looked relatively decent considering, but nothing compares to the real thing, right? Anyway, after a few minutes of Seth staring at me in the same fashion, Jake simply grabbed my good hand and placed in Seth's big paw.

It was as if this little gesture, even though forced, made Seth's day. No, his life. "This is Reece," Jake introduced us.

I gave Seth a tight smile, and the next thing I knew I was engulfed in the kid's arms as he quickly hugged me and then released me again once he had sensed the signs of rejection that my rigged and unmoving body sent out.

"Right, so, she'll be at my house Seth, so, if you want, you can come over in the morning," Jake let Seth know, scratching the back of his neck in that way that guys do.

Seth's face visibly fell, as if he had just found out Santa Claus, in fact, did not exist. "You mean you're leaving?" Pain was clearly evident in the boy's voice.

For some reason I felt compelled to comfort him, so I hit him, playfully, mind you, in the arm and grinned, "Hey, Jake said you can visit in the morning, kid, so don't sweat it."

I don't know if Seth's brain even computed the words that came out of my mouth, he seemed to be to busy imitating a bobble head and smiling sheepishly.

"So, see ya," Jake ended the love fest that consisted of Seth alone and pulled me back to the truck.

It was once we were on our way towards Jake's house that I realized I was still out of the loop. "Wait, so what happened back there?" I asked, needing an answer before I combusted with confusion.

Jake gave me this look that said 'You honestly don't know?!?!' question marks and exclamation points included, so I raised a drawn on eyebrow at him and demanded an answer with my glare. "Well," Jake stammered, as if not sure what words to use around me. "Seth, sort of just…man, I can't believe you don't know."

"Get on with it!" I yelled loudly, causing him and his sonic ears to wince right into the driver's side window.

"Dear God you're loud," he pointed out and continued before I could raise my voice for a second time. "Anyway, Seth just, well, he kind of sort of maybe really did actually imprint on you…" He trailed off, as if afraid I was going to freak out, but he was unaware that I really didn't understand the concept of imprinting and so I was therefore, at the moment, unaffected.

I shrugged my shoulders, "Cool."

Jake's mouth fell open. "Cool? Seth Clearwater just imprinted on you and all you can do is say 'cool'?"

It was then that I realized I must be missing a rather large piece of the puzzle. "What exactly is imprinting again?"

Jake rolled his eyes, whether at my ignorance or in annoyance I couldn't tell, before launching into a long-winded explanation of how when a werewolf imprints they've found their one and only and the world, from that day on, revolves around that one special person and blah blah blah blah. I zoned out after that. I mean, no way could Seth actually think I was going to spend the rest of my life with him. He didn't even know my last name, and I didn't even know how old he was, but I had a feeling he was younger, just by the way he acted and by the way he was treated. When Jake was finished with his long spiel he gave me another look, expecting a different answer.

I didn't know what else to do, so, in my typical annoying way, the exact way that has prevented me from having any friends in the first place, I shrugged my shoulders and repeated, "Cool."

So apparently I'm strange for not having the same affinity for Seth that he has for me. Call me odd all you want, but I am not a big believer in love at first sight. Lust? Yes. Love? No. So this whole imprinting thing, which, for some reason, was barely mentioned in the short werewolf education Carlisle gave me because it was so 'rare', places me in a rather awkward situation. I mean what do they expect me to do? Go home and tell my very uppity mother that the boy I will one day be married to and popping out children for lives in La Push, and oh yeah, is a werewolf. That would definately go over well considering my mother's canine allergies.

Jake is completely perplexed that I don't mirror Seth's affection. But honestly, why did I have to be imprinted on? Couldn't it have been the next girl that knocked on the door? I mean sure, Seth is cute and adorable, like a puppy…a puppy with washboard abs, so that's a little weird, but overall, I don't know Seth; so how can I like Seth if I don't know Seth? This argument does nothing to convince Jake of anything, particularly the washboard abs part which he simply rolled his eyes at when it was mentioned.

"You would notice his body," Jacob chuckled later that night once we had escaped the adoration hell that was Seth's front steps.

"Well excuse me," I defended myself. "But maybe he should be more careful about not wearing a shirt when he opens the door."

Jake laughed at that. After all, it wasn't my fault that werewolves often had a lack of clothing due to the fact that their temperatures are sky high. I sighed, thinking about how this imprinting would affect my life. "So am I like, doomed to end up with Seth now? Or what?" I asked, crinkling up my nose, trying to picture a future with a boy I didn't even know. I thought of his abs and figured our children would certainly be in shape if they got his genes.

Jake propped himself up on his elbows and peered down at me. He was in his bed and I was camping out on his floor, my arms crossed underneath my head as I stared up at his shadowed face. "Interesting choice of words," he smirked in the moonlight, so I figured he approved of my usage of the word 'doomed'. "And I guess I don't know. I've never heard of someone not liking their, er, imprinter."

"Well, what if," I began, trying to think of some sort of example, "what if Nessie grows up and realizes there's more fish in the sea than just you?" Bad idea.

Werewolf's nerves are more sensitive than humans it appears because the next thing I knew I was being pinned to the ground by a very furious Jacob Black. "Don't even think that," he growled.

I gulped, not quite sure what to do, so I merely breathed out, "Watch the wrist."

This seemed to break his irrational rage because he sat up so that he was only straddling me, which, I am horrified to admit I kind of enjoyed in an odd and slightly horny kind of way. I mean, give me a break, I'm a social leper, I don't have much experience with boys, let alone hot werewolves. He exhaled shakily and ran his fingers through his dark hair. I propped myself up on my elbows, apologizing, "Look, I didn't mean it as an insult or anything; I was just wondering; I'm sure you two will end up happily ever after…or however a werewolf and, er, whatever Nessie is, are supposed to end up…"

Jake smiled at my attempt. "Sure, sure," he allowed. "And, uh, sorry for overreacting." He glanced down shyly at me.

"That's okay," I said, granting him forgiveness; he was, after all, pretty much the only friend I had, and a giant dog capable of tearing me apart, so I didn't really have a choice.

It seemed that at that moment he realized the compromising position that he had got us into and quickly sprang into the air and back into his bed, blushing madly. I wouldn't think he'd blush so bad. I mean, he knew for certain that he was to be with Nessie, so any sort of sexual encounter, even an innocent and accidental one, he should have just been able to wave away without embarrassment because he knew it not only meant nothing, but would also lead to nothing, right? But Jake appeared utterly humiliated. So, me being me, I decided to stoke the fires. "So…Jacob," I whispered quietly. "You got abs like Seth's, too?" It took all the self control I had to keep from laughing at Jake's very visible mental squirming.

"Erm, yeah," he answered truthfully, if not a little bashfully.

I smirked. "Can I see them?" I questioned in a purposefully husky voice that I was certain would send the boy into silent hysterics. And I was right.

The last thing he said before rolling onto his side and ignoring me was, "Aren't you here to sleep?"

But I got in the last words. "Yeah," I chuckled. "With you."

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