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Chapter 8 – Things Not Said

"Bells," Jacob's hand, which was much hotter than mine, nudged my arm. "It's after midnight; let's go back to my place." I pried my eyelids open and looked up at him through sleepy eyes.

"Is everyone gone already?" I wrapped my arms around his neck and sat up.

"No, but they've all left us alone since Quil got bashed for making fun of you sleeping." He chuckled quietly.

"And who did this?" I expanded my eyes.

"Emily yelled at him! He was talking about how I was going to knock you up, for real this time," He growled. "And she stood up, smacked him with that umbrella over there, and then let him have it! She was like, I don't know, really pissed that he would talk about you getting actually getting pregnant! Who knew she was so sensitive about that kind of thing!" I knew why. I knew exactly why. No one else knew that Emily was with child. Not even Sam. Quil was a damn jerk for hitting the one button that no one had knowledge of.

"Whoa. I didn't know Emily would do that." My jaw was still dropped, and Jake put his hand under my chin to help. I smiled and lightly knocked him on the shoulder.

"So," He helped me off the couch. "My place?" He locked his arms around my waist, the sweatshirt bunching up where his hands found my hips through the bulky thing. I ran my fingers through his silky hair.

"Shall we run there?" My head rested on his chest, a very comfortable spot.

"If you want to, I will." I smiled, saying yes, and we broke the embrace to walk outside. Everyone was sitting around the fire. I heard the words truth and dare, and tried to avoid looking at them, so I wouldn't be picked.

"Bella, I pick you. And you pick dare." Paul was smiling. Oh crap.

"Um, I'm not playing." I tried to steer clear of doing a dare, not when I wanted to go to Jake's house. He ignored me.

"I dare you to passionately kiss your man candy there." He winked at Jacob and he smiled. This was his idea of a dare? We did this all the time.

"Are you sure you want that to be the dare? I mean, we do that all the time."

"But not with a camera recording it." He held up a small camcorder, with the record light on. I sighed, looked at Jake, and leaned in to kiss him. He put his hands on the small of my back and pulled my body next to his. I dead bolted my arms around his neck again, and curled myself around him. His tongue traced the outline of my mouth, asking for entry. I gladly let him in, and our tongues danced as we grew with lust. Finally, I pulled away, acting like a huge tease. I turned to look at Paul, but he was in shock. Jake laughed loudly.

"I didn't think you would actually do it!" Paul shook the camera. "I wasn't even recording, but I should have!"

"You jerk!" I walked over and attempted to push him off his log, but he grabbed it before he fell. "You wait until you have somebody, then you're really gonna get it!"

"Oh yeah, what are you going to do? Use your magic blushing powers on me?" My face turned scarlet, which made him even more amused. Everyone was.

"Jake, can we go now?" I was anxious to go. I wanted to sleep in his arms, like always. He made me feel like there was something to live for, a feeling I hadn't felt for a while before him.

"All you had to do was ask." He kissed me lightly on the lips and I went to hug everyone goodbye. When I hopped back to my place beside Jake, he took my hand and we were on our way immediately. When we got inside the first line of trees, we stripped down and Jake tied our clothes to his leg.

"This is only my second time phasing." I was nervous to try again, nervous I might mess up. "How do I do it without having to get angry?" He walked away from me a little, giving me and himself space.

"It's easy. Just think about being a wolf. Same way you phase back, only with different thoughts. Think about what it feels like, what it looks like." I nodded and closed my eyes. The fire started to ripple down my spine and exploded. I opened my eyes to see the russet brown wolf I knew too well, and then looked down at my own unfamiliar coloring.

Let's run. Jacob took off, leaving me behind playfully.

Jerk. He howled as I caught up to him.

But you love me.

We'll see.

We were at Jacob's sooner than I thought we would be. Wolves were fast, after all. I almost beat him to the front porch, but he stuck out his paw as I passed him and I tumbled onto my face. Once I finally got there, I phased back and reached for my clothes. I put them on quickly, waiting for him to put on his shorts.

"Are you ready to go inside?" I nodded. He put his arm around my waist and led me into his room. I went to lay down, but he caught me. "Where do you think you're going?"

"To sleep!" He tried to kiss me, but I jokingly turned my head. He held onto my chin and turned it back.

"You little tease." He hungrily kissed me, and I gave up and kissed him back. I sighed into him, and he backed us up until my knees hit the bed and gave out, putting me on my back on the bed.

"Can I please sleep? I've hardly slept at all in the last two days." I thrust my bottom lip out. He groaned.

"You make me want you so much, then don't let me have you. It's not fair, you know." He rolled down beside me, then propped himself up on his elbow.

"But we have to go to a funeral tomorrow, and how rude would it be to fall asleep during a service?" I smacked my hands to my forehead. "And I have nothing to wear to the funeral, crap!" He laughed at me, shaking the bed. I looked at him with annoyance in my eyes.

"You can wear something of Rachel's. She still has some things here."

I pondered this thought. When was I going to see her?

"Will I ever get to actually meet Rachel?" I turned all the way on my side to look at him. His eyes were closed, and he was quietly snoring. He fell asleep. He fell asleep halfway hanging of the bed. Ha-ha, very funny Jake. I tried to lift his huge feet onto the bed and his head on the pillow, but I only managed to get one foot up. I sighed under my breath, and then laid down beside him. The slow, rhythmic sound of his breathing was like a lullaby, and it put me to sleep.

When I woke up, Jake wasn't in bed. I heard the T.V. going, and heard him talking to someone; more than one someone. I got out of his bed and walked out into the living room where a football game was playing, but no one was watching.

"Bella, you finally woke up! Did Jacob have you up all night?" Of course Quil was here. So were Embry, Sam, and Paul. They were sitting at the kitchen table, eating leftover pizza from who knows how long ago.

"Ignore Quil. He's just mad he didn't have anyone to stay up all night with. His imprint goes to bed at 8:30." Embry noticed the angered look on Quil's face and shoved more pizza into his mouth.

"I didn't know Quil had an imprint. Who is she?" I strolled over to the table and Jake pulled me into his lap. He was the only one not eating. I rested my head on his shoulder.

"Her name is Claire." Sam answered me.

"Does she go to school with you guys?" Jacob laughed along with Embry.

"She's two."

"What?! Quil, you imprinted on a two year old?" I wasn't aware that could happen. He finished chewing his pizza.

"Right now I'm just kind of her big brother, but when she's older, she's all mine. She loves me." He leaned forward, grabbing yet another piece of pizza. I wondered how many they had already. I nodded in his direction, silently agreeing that it was good.

"Jake, are you going to eat anything?" I stood up and stretched, then moaned when my muscles ached in disagreement.

"I already ate before these guys barged into my house." He noticed the pain throughout my legs and arms. "Everyone is sore after the first real run. Don't stress it, it'll go away.

"If you say so…" He pulled me in for a kiss, and I lightly pressed my lips to his before pulling away and reaching for his hand. "So, has anyone talked to the Clearwater's this morning?" Everyone looked to Sam.

"I went earlier. Leah was pretty grumpy and torn up, and Seth is unreadable. And Sue, well, we can all imagine how she is right now." He pushed his plate away a little, signaling that he was done. "I'm going to go back to get ready. The service starts in an hour, see you there." He stalked out the door, eager to get back to Emily, most likely.

"Embry, we probably need to go too. I have to make this hot body presentable after taking over for someone all night- again." He sneered at Jake then laughed. Embry did the same, and they both ran out the door.

"I didn't really know Harry." I told Jake as we stood in the kitchen.

"So," He replied, grabbing my hand. "Why would that matter?" I let go of it and jumped onto the counter.

"I feel like I'm intruding in his funeral. I think I met the guy maybe three times, and now I'm going to remember him when I have nothing to remember!" His family had plenty to remember; they grew up and lived with him. But I saw him at the diner, and when I was out and about with Charlie.

"Who cares, Bells?" I shrugged in response. He opened his mouth to say something else, but the obnoxious ringing of the phone interrupted him.

"Hullo?" Jake looked confused at the voice that was speaking to him. "Okay, will do. Yeah, she's going. I won't. How about after? Alright, see you." He put the phone back on the cradle.

"Who was that?" I jumped down from the counter, walking over to him. He positioned his hands on my hips and pulled me close. He seemed tense, like something was bothering him; like he was concerned.

"Sam." He muttered into my hair.

"What did he want?"

"To know whether you were going to the funeral. You should probably go home with Charlie after. I have some pack stuff to take care of. We have a meeting." That was strange. Usually he would want me to stay with him, even if they were having a pack meeting.

"Ok," I answered. "Maybe I should go home now. Just to be with Charlie. I've barely been with him the last few days." He nodded in agreement.

"I'll drive you."

"No, that's ok. My truck is here, I'll drive there. You need to get ready for the funeral. I'll see you later." I swiftly kissed his cheek and made a beeline for the door. He was keeping something from me, and I didn't like it.

"Wait," He ran to catch me before I went out the door. "Are you ok?" His hand was on my bicep, keeping me where I was.

"I'm fine, just tired." He looked unsure. I'm such a rotten liar. "I'll see you later." With this he pulled me back away from the door and mashed our lips together. This kiss was not one of the warm familiar ones. It felt like he was trying to prove something to me, like he was the best. I pulled away after a long while, and then grabbed my jacket from the hook near the door.

"Bye, Bells," I turned and looked him in the eyes. The warm brown eyes that could make any girl melt on the spot. But right now, I was seriously not in the mood to become a big Bella puddle.

"Bye, Jake." I could feel him watching me through the glass storm door as I shoved my arms into my coat sleeves and zipped it. When I got in my truck, I turned and looked at him once more. He pointed to himself, then made a heart with his hands, then pointed at me. I forced a smile, feeling the immense pain in my chest.

He's keeping secrets again, I thought as I drove down the roads of La Push, heading towards Forks.

The last time he kept things from me, we didn't talk for weeks. He had been going through the change. I know he had to keep that secret. But when you imprint on someone, you have to tell them everything. Maybe he hadn't really imprinted at all. He had the ability to kiss other girls, which should have made him physically pained, but it didn't. The wind picked up. It whistled around the old frame of my truck, and I prayed that it wouldn't start storming again.

He says he loves me, and I can sense that he has strong feelings for me. But if we really did imprint, then he wasn't acting like Sam or Jared or anyone else who had actually done it. He didn't have to be around me all moments of the day. He could live without me. Maybe it was best that we forgot the whole imprint thing, and considered the fact that we just want to be imprinted so much that we could trick ourselves into thinking we were.

Before I knew it, my vision was being distorted by hot tears or utter grief. I pulled my truck over and rested my head on the steering wheel, still gripping it tightly. I didn't want Charlie to see me crying right now. He would ask what was wrong, then he would ask Billy, and then Billy would ask Jake. In didn't want to answer to Jacob at the moment.

After finally gaining the strength to compose myself, I lifted my head and started the truck. I turned to look in my side view mirror to make sure no cars were coming before I pulled out into the road, and screamed.

There was a vampire outside my door.

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