Author's Note: So this is a relativly fast update, and I'm not quite sure what I think of this chapter yet, but I figured I'd give it go and see what happens. Thanks so much for all of your wonderful reviews! I lurv them! Enjoy :)

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So although I may have mentally and verbally tortured Jacob Black with my sexual innuendos, I am the one paying for it, because with all my suggestiveness, my brain somehow got tricked into dreaming about what those innuendos were about. And let me tell you, it is so awkward waking up to see the naked torso of the man-wolf who played the starring role in your sex dream slumped out of his bed and drooling on the floor next to you while the lower part of his body still resides in his bed. Not to mention the fact that the door bell rang five minutes later, announcing the arrival of my future boyfriend or husband or lover or whatever it was Seth was destined to be to me.

Jacob's lower body sprang up into the air at the alarming sound, causing him to fully leave his bed and land full out on top of me. And all my sleepy brain could manage to think was Dear God, it's the dream! Yessss! But then Jake grinned timidly, mumbled, "Sorry Reece," and reality gave me a fairly decent bitch slap up the side of the head as Jake pulled on some pants and went to answer the door, complaining, "I swear, I thought that kid was annoying before, now it's gonna be hell."

I concentrated on taking deep breaths and calming my body down. The boy had no idea how much like hell things were going to be. I quickly ran my fingers through the tangled brown mess on top of my head in a weary attempt to look decent before I plodded down the hallway still in my pajamas, which consisted of rather short shorts and a relatively fitted t-shirt. It was no big deal, it's what I wore to bed every night for as long as my poor, worn-out brain could remember, but I hadn't thought of any consequences, ya know? I mean, I wasn't exactly a social butterfly that thought out every last detail about what they were going to wear and how those around me would react…which, looking back, maybe I should have. At least a little bit.

Seth openly gaped from his seat on the coffee table, and I think I saw Jake do a double take as he closed the door. See, the night before, I had changed and was already cuddled up in my sleeping bag and ready for some shut eye by the time Jake had finished in the bathroom, therefore he had not caught sight of my attire. But what I found odd was that Jake even noticed what I was wearing at all. I'm not saying I didn't mind. Maybe I did; maybe I didn't. Not the point. The point was that Jake had imprinted on Nessie; he wasn't supposed to gawk at my legs or navel region. But he was.

And I was all like GAH! Because I had come to find Jacob Black to be amazingly hot and figured I would just have to suffer being friends with him because I had no chance with him what with Nessie and Seth, but then he looked as if he was going to tackle me then and there, even with Seth in the surrounding area, and have his way with me, which I was all for in a still groggy, I-just-woke-up kind of way.

Sadly, Jake shook his head, as if he had just realized what he had been blasphemously thinking, and had this hideously confused look about him before asking, "So, uh, how did you sleep?"

I glanced down at the carpet, not able to meet either of the werewolves' eyes and replied lamely with, "Good."

Jake grinned. "So Carlisle was right? You feel safer with a wolf around when you sleep."

"I'll sleep with you," Seth blurted out, then quickly covered his mouth in that 'oh shit I just said that' manner that everyone does once they've vomited up some unexpected and unwanted words.

I fidgeted. "Erm, thanks Seth," I said with an inflection, so it sounded like I was questioning my thanks.

Both Jake and Seth's faces burned crimson, although I think Jake was turning that lovely shade in order to hold in a big huge werewolf laugh fest. "I didn't mean like that," Seth stammered awkwardly, assuming correctly that all of our minds had come to the dirty meaning of his comment first, "I mean, I would, but not unless you wanted to…but I meant…like…yeah." He smacked himself in the forehead, muttering, "Idiot."

I couldn't help but smile at the tongue-tied boy in front of me, which was weird, because I typically revel in the glory of making people even more uncomfortable than they already are, but I digress. I had to hand it to him, he was adorable in a hot way…which doesn't make a whole ton of sense now that I've thought about it, but it was true. He had that face that just emanated innocence, but you knew, just by looking at his body, that Seth could be anything but innocent if he wanted to be. If he had ever wanted to, he could probably have been some sort of player, because it seemed that all of the girls at Forks High wanted a little bit of Quileute lovin' for some reason. I suppose in a way I was lucky that he imprinted on me, then. I mean, it was like a fallback plan that I didn't even have to plan, although I felt majorly guilty for thinking of Seth as a backup plan, specifically because he would come back time and time again no matter how many times he was hurt…which I was hoping I wouldn't do, but it's not like I could make any promises.

"So what's up Seth?" I asked, attempting to avert his embarrassment.

Seth shrugged, giving me a grin in return. "Nothin'. I just thought I'd come hang out."

Jake rolled his eyes. "Don't get all lovey-dovey on me, guys."

"I have to put up with you and Nessie," Seth pointed out before adding, "And we're not getting lovey-dovey, Jake; we're just talking."

"And you're drooling over her," Jake smirked, pretending to gag.

I raised an eyebrow, aiming to bring Jake down a peg or two, coming to Seth's defense by saying, "I caught your eyes too, dude."

Seth whipped his head around so fast I thought it was going to come unscrewed and land on Jacob's floor. Jake burned crimson, a sure sign he was guilty as charged, as Seth stared at him in horror, "But--but--you…Nessie? Whaaa?"

Jacob seemed frozen in time, trying to think of something to say, something believable that is, because he apparently knew if he tried to say he hadn't been looking at me, he'd not only sound absolutely ridiculous, but I'd call him on it too. Not to mention, if Jake didn't come up with something fast, I'm pretty sure Seth was going to attack him in a blaze of fur and adolescent glory. And I think when I saw that look on Seth's face it finally hit me. Seth was mine. And I know that sounds super territorial, but that's not how I mean it. I mean, Seth would do anything for me, it was like I owned him. And I wasn't sure if I liked that or not. I didn't like to think that I owned a person…but…it was like I did own Seth…

"Look, Seth," Jake started, as if fearing for his life even though I knew he was the leader of the pack or whatever and could tell Seth to do anything he wanted, but hey, as I had learned, never mess with a werewolf and the girl (or boy I guess if Leah applied) they imprint on. "I'm, uh, not interested in Reece in any way even remotely close to romantic, okay? I've got Nessie, and she's all I need."

I found this hard to believe, considering Jake was a teenage guy and he thought all he needed was some vampiric toddler to make him happy. And yeah, so he's imprinted on Nessie, but really, he's a guy. But once again, I digress. If Jake wants to act all chaste and what not, let him act. It's not like I'm interested in Jake in any way even remotely close to romantic, right? Sure, he's tall, dark, and handsome, but Seth has all that going for him too…so why did that really irritating corner of my mind that'd like to have removed wish that Jacob Black had been the one to imprint on me instead? I didn't know Jake all that well either, so it's not like he had some sort of emotional advantage on my feelings.

Seth, in all his naivety, slowly nodded his head and you could just tell he was thinking, 'Alright, I'll let it slip this time, but don't let it happen again' or something along those lines. Right now he was playing the protective older brother, and as most younger sisters in similar situations felt, I was both pleased at his attention and annoyed at it. Let Jake eat his heart out when he saw me, I'd never be his. Curse you Nessie!

Actually, don't get cursed, because then I'm thinking I'd have to endure all of Jake's dramatic attempts to uncurse you, and God only knows that'd kill me having to be nice all the time while he gallantly tried to figure out how to get Nessie well again. Because I can guarantee Jake would rip my throat out if I even suggested giving up on Nessie and just writing her up as a lost cause. Cuz he had imprinted damn it.

Luckily, or maybe not so luckily, there was another knock, well more of a loud banging, on Jake's front door, and in came three other guys, none of which were sporting t-shirts; so I was stuck in a room with five guys, all with amazing abdominal muscles, with only shorts and a tight shirt on. So automatically I figured they too were werewolves, because of their abs. Okay, no, not because of their abs (have I mentioned their abs? ABS ABS ABS) I knew because of how they had no shirts on and how they grinned knowingly at Seth as he blushed and how one of them was also ogling me and uttering, "Niiiiiice, Seth, niiiiiice."

I crossed my legs self-consciously and looked imploringly at Jake, begging for either an introduction or an excuse to go and change into something decent, like at least a pair of jeans. But Jake was merely staring in shock at two of the guys that had come in, particularly the one that looked uber cocky. In the end, it was Seth who introduced everyone. He cleared his throat to get some attention, not that he needed to, considering they had tackled him onto the ground and were good-naturedly ruffling his hair. "Guys, this is--"

"Reeeeeeeeeeeece!" the three of them cheered loudly, turning back to me.

The cocky one stood up and grinned, but not leeringly like I expected, which sounds very vain of me, but if Jake was caught that morning looking me up and down, I figured the guy that looked like the ladies' man of the bunch would be slightly attracted to me. But no. All he said was, "Yo, I'm Paul," and we shook hands. Because I wanted to see if he'd even peek at anything of mine, I stuck my chest, slightly obvious after taking in the faces of Seth, Jake, and one of the new guys, and replied:

"Well, I'm Reece," and then I flipped my hair stupidly over my shoulder.

AND I GOT NOTHING! Not even a cheeky smile! Just, "Oh, I know, Seth showed us."

That's when it crossed my mind that Seth most likely ran to everyone's houses shouting, "I imprinted! I imprinted!"

"Well actually," the other guy that took no notice of my sex appeal (of which I would have had if I was able to meet a guy that didn't get turned off by my dry sarcasm and heartless wit) started speaking, "He showed me and Embry, and we just told Paul."

I glanced over at the other new guy, Embry, and realized that he was still staring at my boobs. That's when I became conscious of the fact that I still had my bosom stuck out for the whole world to see in an attempt to draw Paul in, in an attempt to prove that it wasn't just Jake who was able to both imprint and enjoy a nice view of my legs…and other womanly wiles. But clearly Jake was a freak, and there was nothing that could help him.

"Hi Embry," I smiled, and, just because I'm the dork I was born to be, I decided to see how far Embry was willing to intently look at my bod before he would come to his senses. Or before Seth decided to eat him. I took a deep breath, which, consequently resulted in my breasts rising higher and then plummeting back to where gravity wanted them to be. I'm pretty sure I saw him choke. "How's it goin'?"

I think Seth was about to go home and fashion a voodoo doll with a very close resemblance to Embry when Paul smacked the ogler in the back of the head. This made a very turned on Embry, judging by his pants, not that I was looking…but really it's not my fault because I swear to the Lord above that sometimes he intended for me to be a slut because of all the stupid things I do, but whatever, it made him stop gawping and he morphed into a human tomato. "He's quite glad to meet you," Paul assured me with an even grin. He knew what I had been doing, and still there was no effect on him. So it was most definite that he had imprinted, and that Jake was a freak.

The other guy, the other one that I was certain had imprinted because he didn't care about my looks either, which vainly hurt me for some stupid reason that even I don't know about, beamed, "I'm Quil."

"Nice ta meet ya," I replied, pumping his offered hand up and down.

Jake hadn't said anything throughout this entire exchange and was still glowering at Paul and Quil, but mainly Paul, in disbelief, as if he had figured out in that moment too that he was, indeed, some sort of freak of nature, even after being a werewolf and all that jazz.

"Well," Paul smirked, wiggling his eyebrows at Seth, "I guess we'll leave you two alone." He winked. "C'mon Jake, lets go down the road a bit, I noticed there's some rabbits and--"

"No," Jake interrupted, shaking his head back and forth.

Paul's eyebrows bunched up, "No? Wha'd'ya mean 'no'?"

"I, uh," he scratched the back of his neck, glancing sheepishly around the room, "I think I should stay with Reece."

"Seth can watch Reece, man," Quil tried to persuade his friend, although it was clear that Quil was confused beyond words as to why on earth Jake would choose me over Peter Cottontail.

A muffled cough from Embry that sounded very much like 'cock blocker' sent Jake into anger mode.

"I am not!" he yelled, completely ruining the subtlety of the effect of the cough, which I thought was done very well. Embry had skills when it came to cough talking, of which I was envious.

Quil, Paul, and Seth all gave Embry this strange look like, 'WTF mate?' And Embry shrugged his shoulders, stole a glance at my legs, upped his eyes to my chest, then rounded on his friends. "It's true," he explained, "Jake doesn't want to leave Reece alone in the presence of Seth. Cock. Blocker."

Paul rolled his eyes at Embry, as if he was a child that had just proposed the Easter Bunny was one of the rabbits down the road. "Embry, Embry, Embry," he said smoothly, wrapping an arm around the shorter guy's shoulders, "Jake here would not cock block, because Jake, my friend, has Nessie, so really, there is no point in Jake doing such a thing of douche baggery, because there's no way he'd be interested in Reece in any way even close to romantical." Is it just me, or are many people pointing this out?…including me I suppose, but I get to. And he used the non-existent word 'romantical'.

Embry looked quite smug as he crossed his arms, "This may be true, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and Jake was all ready to get his groove on before Nessie came, and now he has to wait."

"Are you saying I want to 'get my groove on' with Reece because I'm 'desperate' for some action?" Jake exclaimed, shrieking like a banshee. "Embry you're insane."

Seth pointed a finger in Jake's general direction. "You were looking at her earlier," he accused.

"No!" Jake protested, "I was just…just…admiring the stitching on her shorts!"

Paul and Embry burst into laugher, but Seth was enraged and Quil looked utterly mortified. "Hey," I piped up, "These shorts are very well tailored, thank you very much." I felt it my duty to help Jake out just a little, I mean, he let me stay at his house in order to help my insomnia, I may as well speak up for him, even though I knew he was lying as well, because he was not looking at the stitchery of my clothing. So there.

"But," Quil started, a worried and pensive gleam in his eye, "If, and I'm saying 'if' in a hypothetical way, if Jake was…admiring…Reece's, er, womanly figure, then what does that mean?" He looked around at Paul and Seth, purposely leaving Embry, the outcast due to his inability to imprint, out of his hasty glance, questions flashing around his head no doubt. "Jake did imprint on Nessie. We know that. So…so what now? What's it mean?"

There was silence in the room as the five of them thought deeply, struggling to find an answer.

I raised my hand, willing to offer a theory of my own. Quil glanced up at my arm, "Uh, Reece?"

Lowering my hand to my lap I stated, "Maybe Jake's just a freak."

Author's Note: Well, how was that? Now Reece has met some more awesome characters (oh, who am I kidding, the whole pack is awesome) and Jake is acting weird! O_o But why? And how? Who knows? Oh, that's right...me :D So review and another chapter will magically appear...relatively soon I hope ha ha