Warning: The following contains foul language. If you're a snotty Christian, please do the rest of the world a favor and fall on a sharpened crucifix.
Disclaimer: I don't own shit. Self explanatory.
Summary: Foolin' with a Jacob/Embry pairing. I am the destroyer of innocence.
Chapter One: A Mess
I barely made it out the door before I felt the fire creep up my spine. I hopped on one foot, wrestling with my shorts, trying to pull them off to spare them.
"Fuck it," I mumbled, phasing right there. There goes another pair.
I listened hard as I ran, listened out for any of the others that may be in wolf form. Thankfully, it was just Leah and Seth. But Leah…fantastic.
Oh, dear. Leah's thoughts were bitterly amused. I couldn't think of anything else in time to keep her from seeing it.
You've imprinted…with…Embry? I heard Leah's howl of laughter; she was miles away, but the sound still irritated me.
Shut the hell up, Leah. I mean it. Shut. The. Hell. Up. I ran as fast as I could, as hard as I could. I felt my paws sink into the mud under my weight.
So,wait, wait. Why aren't you with him? Her thoughts were even more amused.
I haven't seen him yet. He saw me…imprinted, I guess. Got scared and ran before I could see him. This was such a mess. I wasn't gay. Not at all. Not even curious. What a goddamn mess.
Seth gave no input, probably stunned. Every now and then Leah would chuckle, but she didn't say anything more. I ran, already a good hundred miles outside of La Push, towards Canada. I didn't know where I was headed. I didn't know where to go. I just knew that I couldn't see Embry. I could never see him. I didn't want to imprint with anyone, let alone a…dude.
Embry…was probably feeling love sick. Probably…needing me. He wasn't gay either, and for him to feel that way…
I didn't want to think about it. I stopped thinking about it.
I ran and ran. When I got tired, I ran some more. It had started raining and it was well into the night. I felt another mind touch mine. It'd been quiet for a long time; Sam had probably told everyone to stay human tonight, to give me space. Why does this shit always happen to me?
Jacob.
No, Sam. I will not. I don't give a fuck about opportunities. I refuse.
I talked to Embry. He's…confused.
That makes two of us.
Where are you going, Jacob?
As far away from Embry as possible.
He's your best friend, Jacob.
Well, that's changed now, hasn't it?
I slowed to a trot, then to a walk, before stopping completely. I had crossed over into Canada. I wouldn't be gay for some god-forsaken tradition. Never.
The pack needs you, Jacob. You're my right hand, my second in command. Please, come home so we can all talk.
NO SAM!
I filled the thought with as much venom as possible. I could've sworn Sam almost whimpered, or maybe that was just my imagination. It was suddenly quiet again; Sam must've given up and phased back. I felt the fatigue of many a sleepless nights spent patrolling. I don't even remember the last time I felt a bed underneath me.
I found a good spot among some thick brush and lowered myself onto the ground, crossing my paws and placing my muzzle there. My eyelids began to droop.
This was beyond insane, and I was beyond following these dumb traditions. I'd have to stay far away from Embry as possible. Then…that meant I could never go home.
Some small part of me questioned, Won't he need you?
I had seen what happened to people who went a long time without seeing the one they've imprinted with. Once, when Claire had gone on a short vacation with Emily, both Sam and Quil were miserable. And it was only a week, for crying out loud!
Yes...he'd…need me. But he was just going to have to deal, because there was no way I was going to fall head over heels for my best friend. For a guy.
The same small part whispered in the back of my mind, Maybe now you can forget about Bella.
I wondered whose side this part of me was on. I didn't want to forget about Bella, even though she was a lost cause. Her face danced through my thoughts and I growled, shaking my head and giving a strong exhale, blowing the leaves around by my nose.
This is beyond absurd.
I fell asleep, thinking of ways to get out of this mess.
