"ANDREA!" I yelled. I turned to face Jacob. "You were never in love with Bella Swan?" I asked him, my voice barely above a whisper.

"No. I mean yes. I mean... I don't know. Its just too complicated. I thought I was until..."

"Until what?"

"Until I imprinted on you."


"SCANDALOUS!" screamed Mary. The cafeteria turned to face us.

"Uh..." I said. Then the bell rang. "Thank god," I muttered.

Jacob came and stood next to me. "Can I walk you to class?"

"Okay." I whispered. I didn't trust myself with full volume. The hallways quickly cleared up. "So... did you really imprint on me or were you just trying to get out of that mob pit?"

"Jocelyn." He turned to face me. "You remember last night, right?"

"Oh." he tried to grab my hand. I wrapped my arms around myself, refusing the gesture.

"Are you okay with that?"

"Not really."

"Do I have you permission to ask why?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"You kissed her."

"Yes," he sighed.

"And you liked it?"

"Yes," he blushed and look down at his feet.

"Oh." I stared right ahead and started walking again. I stopped in front of my classroom. "This is my class."

"Okay."

"Bye." I turned to the door and began walking in.

"Wait!"

I turned back to face him. "What?"

"Can I have your number?" I sighed. I tore a page out of my notebook and scribbled my number down.

"I don't answer my phone that often," I said.

"Thats okay. I'll talk to you later."

"Bye." I walked into my class. I never felt so betrayed. Even if he meet Bella before me.

After my last class I ran from the room to my locker. I had to be alone. I shoved my books into my bag and jogged down the hall. When I reached the doors I let the cool breeze sweep itself around me and I closed my eyes. I breathed deeply in and opened my eyes. I hoped that Jacob got the hint that I needed my space, because there was no way I could outrun him with his wolfish speed. Ohmygod. He is a werewolf! He is Jacob Black!

I walked into my room and placed my iPod in my stereo and my cell phone on my desk. I sat laid down on my bed and began to read. My cell phone buzzed. I looked at the number. It wasn't one I recognized. Jacob. I ignored it.

"Hey, it's Jocelyn. I can't come to the phone right now so if you leave your name and number I will try to get back to you"

"Hey Jocelyn. Its Jacob. Uh... I just called to see if you got home okay. Give me a call back when you get this message. Bye."

I started reading again. A half hour later my cell phone buzzed again.

"Hey, it's Jocelyn. I can't come to the phone right now so if you leave your name and number I will try to get back to you"

"Hey, its Jacob. Again. Give me a call."

I started reading. A half hour later my cell phone buzzed yet again. I decided to pick up and pretend to be the answering machine.

"Hey, it's Jocelyn. I can't come to the phone right now so if you leave your name and number I will call you back as soon as possible." Crap. I had screwed it up. Oh well, he might not notice, right?

"Hey, Jocelyn, if you don't call me back in five minutes I am calling the police."

His voice died. I exhaled.

"HA! I knew you picked up the phone! Jocelyn can we just tal-"

I hung up, I couldn't handle it. I waited for him to call again; this time I was determined to answer. I sat on my bed for hours, waiting. But he never called. I guess he finally took the hit. I didn't like it.

The next day I walked to school with a type of buoyancy. I was happy. I was excited. I was going to see Jacob. I would just apologize for my rude behavior last night. I had wanted to talk to him. He just didn't call me.

When I walked into the building and to my locker, I waited for him to show up. Nothing. I walked into the Chemistry classroom. Jacob wasn't there. By the time lunch came around, I had lost all reason to hope he might show up. But I did anyway. Hoped, I mean. Part of me really wanted to see him. He wasn't perfect - nobody is - but to me he was perfect. It was screwed, up, I know, but I adored my Jacob.

After school I walked unhappily home and plopped down on my bed. I stared at my phone, debating whether or not I should call him. In the end, I couldn't resist.

Ring... I was going to do this

Ring... There was no way I could do this

Ring... Oh well, I guess I was doing this

"Hello?" I sighed at the sound of his voice.

"Hey!" I said, startled at my enthusiasm.

"Jocelyn!?" He sounded hopeful.

"The one and only."

"Why did you call?"

Because I am a freak and completely obsessed with you. "Just to talk."

"I was under the impression you didn't want to talk to me."

"I missed you. Why weren't you at school today?"

"Uh...?" I heard snickering in the background. I thought he didn't have friends at school. It was only his second day.

"Jacob, where are you?" I said, now suspicious.

"Uh... Forks?" The snickering got louder.

"WHAT!? FORKS WASHINGTON!?"

"Yes?"

"You are so dead." I hung up. I was fuming. There was only one way to handle this situation.

I was going to Washington.