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I gasped and pushed him off of me, he couldn't keep doing this to me, it wasn't fair to either of us. Taking my heart and ripping it apart was sort of becoming a hobby of his.

I wacked his chest as hard as I could, which wasn't as hard as I thought I could hit, "No, Jacob. I won't kiss you because you have a decision to make. I won't kiss you till after its made. I can't even look at you." He flinched like the actual thought was painful to him.

"What decision?" He asked like he didn't know what I was playing at. I almost scoffed, what decision? Did he really not know he was doing a game of twister on my soul?

I actually laughed and grabbed my backpack from where it had been abandoned next to the drinking fountain, "Bella, who else would there be, but a girl who couldn't love you back. Not for a good reason though, but because she has a vampire boyfriend," the mere thought was just stupid, "a leech. I don't have a boyfriend and I lo-… I like you. A lot." His eyes were wide like he hadn't expected a speech.

"You know about Bella?" I think that my heart just broke, then and there.

I nodded slowly like I was trying to get air to my brain, "You know, I talked to Sam and Leah about imprints. Even the boys inside," I motioned towards the school, "they all told me that you loved me. That you just had to realize it, but then it hit me. You realized it and you were refusing the bond. I hurt." The last word broke and he made a move to come closer to me, but I stepped back.

"Where do you hurt? Can I grab you an Advil or something?" He asked suddenly concerned with my well being. Screw him, I thought brushing my bushy red hair away from my face.

I squeezed my eyes shut, "My heart hurts Jake, it hurts. The imprint works both ways, you know? Everyday you haunt me with the switching back and forth and back and forth. Can't you just choose and stop hurting me? You can't like me one day, avoid me the next, you like me again. Great, now what about tomorrow or the day after when Bella is free?"

He opened his mouth to say something. Anything, I begged, contradict me. Tell me I'm wrong. He didn't though and scratched his head like he was uncomfortable.

I bit my lip, "That's just what I thought."

2 Weeks After the Fight

The doorbell rung as I padded over, still in my Sunday pajamas watching the usual Ben and Jerry. Leah was there holding a box of cereal and a carton of milk. A bag was tucked under her right arm and a sleeping bag under the other.

"Cheerios?" She offered like it was a peace treaty, except it wasn't her who had made their way onto my very long and specific death list. She dropped onto the couch while I retrieved us both bowls, preceding to pour in the milk and start slurping without a spoon.

She laughed tucking the blanket around herself, "Barbarian!" Leah mock scolded me then bumped my shoulder, "I haven't seen you lately and I thought we needed some girl time so I brought your favorite movies and got Sam to give us the night off!" I whooped and she laughed.

I slurped down some more O's then glanced at her and realized that her appearance was quite hallow. Bags were under her eyes and her black hair was tucked up into a bun like she hadn't had time to shower in a while.

Sam had us out every single night running rounds, but Leah seemed to be taking the hardest blows, "You don't have to be the fastest. Every once and a while you should lag in the group to conserve energy."

"Are you kidding?" She looked at me like I had suggested we do Satanic rituals in my living room, "Never, since I am the fastest, I will always be the fastest." Leah snorted then jabbed me in the stomach, "Jake has been super stressed lately and by the looks of the things he has been thinking…"

I scowl, "Stop it Leah! He has to make a choice and I'm giving him time."

She shrugged, "There is a bon-fire tonight down by the beach," Leach got up and danced a bit in place, "we are going and you are going to get your flirt on." I frowned and started to protest, but she cut me off, "Come on Tess! It's a pack thing!"

I agreed begrudgingly, "I'm going to regret this."

"Probably," Leah agreed propping her feet up on the couch with unusual jest, "does it make you feel better that an hour ago after we all changed back into real clothes after patrol I dumped my plastic fruit cup into the hood of Jake's jacket? He didn't even notice."

We laughed until the program started again and I knew that even if the world ended tonight Leah would be my friend.

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She was here at the bonfire and I couldn't believe this. He had promised me an answer. This wasn't an answer. Or was it? I looked sideways at the girl sleeping against Jake's chest. Where I belong, my brain reminded me just before someone grabbed me around the waist.

I know, another cliffhanger. Hate me all you want just review. And Leah getting Jake back, it was a classic. That was for you, the person knows who I'm talking to. Yeah you! Anyhoot, review!

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