Submit Date:
July 3rd, 2008.

Copyright things.
Jacob (c) S. Meyer
Katey (c) K. Navarro
This chapter isn't at all what I'd hoped it would be. But it's alright.

PART SIX--

My mom woke me up the next morning for the doctors appointment. I was going in to get my stitches removed. I grumbled upon hearing her yell at me to wake up and take my pill, to get dressed and ready for the day ahead, to go get my stitches removed. Blahblahblah, that's all I heard. Once dressed and ready to go, my mother dragged me into the car. I sat beside her silently.

"Don't throw a fit, Katelyin," My mother snapped, annoyed with my silence. I didnt turn my face from the window, staring out and watching things pass. "Look at me. Now." I did, but with no expression of fear, guilt, or any other emotion I would be feeling in another situation. "What are you doing this for?" I hadn't spoken to either of my parents since last night. I was extremely angry with them for not wanting me to be around Jacob.

"Because." It was a simple answer. They knew the real one, though, so it was dumb for my mother to ask me something like that. She waited, fuming in the silence.

"For Jacob?" I nodded. "He's a very nice boy, Katey. But we just haven't met with him or his family formally yet, we're just unsure. You're spending so much of your time with him, and the way he looks at you..." I looked over at my mother, having turned my face back out the window. "It's frustrating, to be honest." My mother chuckled and I scowled at the dashboard. "It's too much. There. I said it. That's what I think. He's too much for you, he's way too serious. Too serious for you right now."

"Mom, how old were you when you met dad?" I whirled my head in her direction, my hair a flurry of glossy black until it fell out of my eyes. My tone wasn't anything above monotone. It was a simple quiestion. My mother clenched her jaw together and her hands tightened on the steering wheel. "Exactly. You were younger than me. You were fourteen when you met, fourteen and a half when you started dating, and you've been together ever since. You hit it off immediately. Why can't I have that, too?" I raised my hands at my last sentence, smiling out of frustration. "Why? Why am I limited to something like this?"

"Don't talk to me like you're my age. You're not. You're my daughter, so cut it out." My mother sighed, blinking hard. She sighed again before continuing. "On one condition: We have to monitor your every step. Your every move. Dates and things have to be planned ahead of time. I have to know everything." I cringed at that word. She could know almost everything. Except the fact that Jacob was a werewolf. And the fact that he was totally in love with me. She could know everything except that. Jacob had made me swear that it had to be a secret just between us. I opened my mouth to speak, but my mother cut me off. "And you're still grounded. Until saturday." I sighed through my nose and nodded.

"Thanks." I tried to smile, but currently, I didn't feel joy. It was more like releif, but not enough to make me smile. Goosebumps popped up on my skin when I thought about Jacob. How warm his skin was, how good it felt to hug him, how soft his lips were. Before I knew it, I was smiling so hard it almost hurt. "Um, Jacob wants me to have some kind of bonfire thing with him and a couple of his friends soon. Is it okay if I go?" I looked up, biting my lip, praying the answer would be yes.

"If it's after you're grounded, then yes. But we'll need to talk to Jacob and his father, first." I smiled wider. Things were back on track.

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It would be saturday in one hour. I looked at the blank piece of paper that was opened to in my notebook, tapping the eraser side of my pencil on the side of my head. Dallas was asleep, curled up on the small of my back. Currently, I lay on my stomach, my head facing the wrong end of my bed, my feet in the air behind me. I hadn't seen Jacob for four days, and I couldn't get him off my mind. I sighed, pushing the paper aside and digging my face into my blankets, groaning his name once.

"Yes?" That voice was like the sweetest music to my ears. My head popped up with such force that Dallas woke up with a shrill yawn. The puppy picked up her head, nose sniffing in the air, and she tumbled off my back onto the bed as I got off. I didn't look back. Jacob was here! I jumped up into a hug, latching my arms around his neck, my legs wrapped around him. He laughed, tightening his hold on me and smiled into my shoulder. I looked down at him, for he was holding me at a higher angle than himself.

"I missed you." I smiled when I saw his smile. Perfect. He hummed and my heart fluttered.

"Missed you, too, baby." I got goosebumps when he called me baby and leaned down for a kiss, but he avoided it. I pouted, my eyes wide and worried. "You're not ungrounded for another hour almost." One of his dark eyebrows tilted upwards and I sighed, refusing to let go of him.

"So you're not going to kiss me?" He sneered, sitting on my bed, myself still in his lap.

"Not on the lips." He gave my collarbone a few kisses, then my neck. I shook my shoulders.

"No. My lips, or nothing at all." He did a fake cringe and shook his head.

"Alright, I'll just have to wait, then."

"So, what's the deal with the vampires?" His face fell when I brought up the touchy subject of the vampires.

"They're here. Sam, one of the guys, he's already talked to one of them." Jacob buried his face in the end of my neck. "I need to tell you about it, though. She wants to come see me. She smells you, she smells me, our scents mixed together." Jacob grabbed my face and I slid off of his lap, sitting cross-legged beside him, focused only on his eyes. He sighed, lowering his head and rubbing his face before he started talking quietly. "She really was something to me; nothing like you are, honestly. I wasn't near as in love with her as I am with you." Ah, so he's been in love before. A pang hit my heart and I shuddered, still listening. "Nothing like you." He chuckled and ran a hand through his messy hair. Ah, did I mention he was shirtless? How stupid of me not to. "I loved her, but she was in love with this...leech." He wrinkled his nose at that word. Vampire. "They got married. Now, she's a vampire. Just to put it straight. She told me, before she left, that she wanted to come back and visit me. But you're here." He was concerned. I swallowed hard. "I'm not sure how she'll react to you. I don't want you anywhere near her. If something happened..." Jacob sighed and pressed his lips just below where my neck started. I thought about this, wrapping my arms around Jacob's neck again, resting my chin against his forehead.

"What's her name?" Jacob's lips stopped for a second before he continued.

"It doesn't matter. Only you do." I grabbed Jacob's face for him to look at me and I frowned.

"But she mattered at one point in time." Jacob's face was so sad. He looked like a little puppy. Looking at his face, it hit me for the millionth time how amazingly gorgeous he was. He still had slight roundness to his face, but his jaw was firm and set, his eyes were just perfect and a chocolatey brown, his skin a calm russet color. Everything about Jacob Black was perfect. His touch made my heart flutter, his kisses made me high. He was mine, and nobody elses. No vampire's, no human's, no werewolf's. Jacob was mine. Katelyin Leann Deakon. Jacob didn't say anything to my remark, only stared at me with those amazing eyes of his. "Fuck my time limit," I mumbled, going in for a kiss. He stopped me.

"Don't talk like that." It upset him, apparently. "It's unladylike. Alright?" I rolled my eyes, but my face turned red from being embarassed. Unladylike. "You're too soft and too beautiful to use words like that. But, yes, forget the time limit." Jacob smiled and kissed me, sending a rush through my mind. Ah, this was right where I needed to be in the first place. This was where I belonged; my lips welded together with Jacobs, just being soft, being us.

"You know what my mother told me?" I licked my lips, pulling my face away from Jacob's. I needed to breathe. "She said you're too much for me." Jacob frowned. "She said that you're too serious. But, I convinced her that you were mine, and that I really wanted you. So, brace yourself, she wants to talk to you and Billy. And my every move will pretty much be watched." I rolled my eyes, laying my head on Jacob's shoulder. "This is going to suck. Badly." Jacob chuckled and kissed my head.

"No, just give them time. Don't worry about it, baby." He kissed my head again and goosebumps formed on my skin. I sighed and rested my cheek against Jacob's.

"You're mine," I repeated, breathing the line slowly. "Nobody elses." Jacob squeezed tighter around me and I felt him nod. "I love you, Jacob." I felt his heart pick up through his chest and his hold on me loosened around me. I got the feeling he didn't beleive me. Why did I say it, then? Those words were empty, but I wanted them to be filled with meaning, I wanted it to be the truth. But it just seemed right to say it.

"I love you, Katelyin. But don't you lie to me." He kissed my cheek and I frowned, my jaw quivering.

"You don't beleive me?" Jacob sighed.

"No, not really." His hands found their way to my hair, and he wound his fingers in my short black hair. It tickled my jaw. "I told you not to say it until you mean it. But I love you."

"It's not fair, Jacob." I squeezed my eyes shut, avoiding his incoming kiss and wiggled my face out of his hands. "It's not fair that you get to feel it, and I don't." It wasn't fair to me. I didn't like it. I didn't like being left alone in feelings I didn't know about. It tickled the back of my mind, that one thought, that maybe Jacob was too serious for me. But the rest of my body, my heart included, wanted every piece of him beside me. I wanted to be in love with him, but I also didn't want to wait for it to come.

"Like I said: Wait. We can still have fun while we both wait on your heart to kick in." Jacob chuckled and kissed the palm of my hand. My face flushed. "Right?" I eyed him suspiciously, expecting him to pull something. But nothing. He only stood up, stretching. "I've gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?"

"Come at two." I nodded, watching him walk to the window. Just as he was out, I poked my head out. "Hey, Jacob." He whirled around and I met his mouth with a kiss, being as feirce as I could. I could tell it surprised him. Jacob was more feirce than I was. I wondered why he kissed me so soft all the time, but I got it tonight. He thinks I'm breakable. "I'm not as breakable as you think, you know." I paused only for that, and without breaking the kiss, climbed through the window. My bare shoulders were met with the cold outside air, and Jacob bent his head down as I stood up to continue the kiss. My head spun with lack of breath. Who knows how long this lasted; I pulled away for a breath at least four times. He breathed against my skin and I smiled.

"Maybe you're not."

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Jacob came, just at the time that we talked about. I was upstairs, pretending to get dressed while he talked with my parents. He said he would be up when it was over. When he came in, I was sitting on the toilet- with the lid down, of course- biting on the skin of my thumb, my leg bouncing rather quickly. He knocked once and opened the door, poking his perfect head in. I looked over at him without getting up, uneasy. He smiled.

"Come on, lets go. We'll be gone all day, you better bring a sweater." I jumped up, excited and threw my arms around his neck. He squeezed me and kissed my cheek, backing out of the bathroom. Off to the beach we were!

"Jacob," I nudged him in the side. "Sometime, you need to let me bring Tank or Missus or maybe even both with us. We could horseback ride." Jacob made a weird face and shook his head violently.

"I don't do horses." I pouted and stepped into the passengers side of the car, my sweater in my lap. Jacob climbed in the drivers side, and we were quickly off. I turned my head to face Jacob, just staring at his profile. He caught on and looked at me out of the corner of his eye. "What? Something wrong?" I shook my head and his eyes met the road again. I sighed, laying my head against the window, my knees curled up to my chest. The only thing I thought of, was Jacob. Everything I knew about him. I knew that he used to have feelings for a vampire. I knew that he was a werewolf. And I knew that he loved me. I sighed, closing my eyes and felt a hot hand on one of my knees. I wound my fingers through his, keeping my eyes closed until we were at the La Push beach.

Getting out, I could see that there was already a group of people there; three boys, and a two girls. I took Jacob's hand, feeling nervousness hit my stomach, and felt a little more at ease when his hand enveloped mine. He lead us down, and I took off my shoes once my feet hit the sand. It was cold. Shuddering, I pulled my hand from Jacob's momentarily, sliding into the light blue sweater. Jacob's hand found mine again, and I watched as all five heads turned in mine and Jacob's direction. Jacob beamed, but my face flushed. I fell slightly behind him. I wasn't really the type to meet new people.

"Hey," Said the biggest one of them. "Nice to finally see you in person...both of us, I mean." I nodded, craning my neck to look up. They were all very muscular, and very tall. Jacob had introduced them all to me as Sam, the 'leader', Quil, Embry, Leah, and Emily. My eye's fell on Emily and I wanted to gasp, if it wouldn't be rude. Her hand fit into Sam's, but her face...Scars had marred her beauty, and they went all the way down her neck. She wore a short-sleeved shirt, and I could see the scars even collected there. I did my best not to stare.

"Um, nice to meet you all." My voice was quiet, and one of my hands gripped my stomach, trying to calm the butterflies. I looked up at Jacob, and he saw me out of the corner of my eye. Turning his face towards me, he leaned down for a quick kiss. Quil and Embry groaned and covered their faces in unison. I shot them both a look, my mouth in a thin line, my blue eyes focused intently on the two. Quil raised his hands, as if surrendering. I could only imagine what today would hold.

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Finally, the stars took over the sky, and a fire warmed my skin. I sat, shoulder-to-shoulder with Jacob, my hand in his, quietly. Emily and Sam sat across the fire with eachother, in nearly the same position as Jacob and I were. Hand in hand, every once in a while they snuck a kiss as Jacob and I did. Quil and Embry did their best to not throw up-- or stare. Leah hadn't spoken since Jacob and I had arrived, nor had she looked up from the ground or the fire. I glanced, every now and then, through the fire at Sam and Emily. The way he looked at her! I'd never seen anything like it, not even in the movies. Jacob had explained in whispers that Emily was Sam's 'one', just as I was his. But maybe I was blind to the way Jacob looked at me, because I had never seen so much intensity between two people. They were both so insanely in love, it almost made me want to cry. I was jealous.

I only spoke when was needed, when someone asked me something, or wanted my part in a topic. It wasn't very often. These people were bonded by blood, almost literally. They were a pack, there was nothing closer. And here I was, the stranger, just barging into their lives. I wondered what they thought. Finally, after one conversation was finished, there was a slight moment of silence. I took that time to speak up by myself.

"I'm sorry for being so..." I trailed off, and everybody's head turned to look at me. Even Lean. "I don't know. But I'm sorry." I glanced up for just a second, then back down at my hand in Jacob's, resting it on my leg. "You guys are really close-knit, and then here I am, someone new and I'm just...in your life. I know things that you probably wouldn't want me to know. I feel kind of bad for it." I shrugged. That wasn't exactly what I had in mind to say, but it was something like it. Sam spoke up.

"It's alright." I looked up at his face over the fire. Emily looked at him, but everyone else continued looking at me, waiting to see my reaction to whatever Sam was about to say. "I'm glad for Jacob, that he has you, you know. He's not upset now, his mind is back on track." Sam paused for a chuckle. "You wouldn't beleive how much he loves you, honestly." My face flushed and Jacob kissed my temple. I leaned against him even more. "You're a really special gal to be chosen by a werewolf, especially someone like Jacob. Anyway, dont' feel bad. Imprinting doesn't happen to all of us. It's something special, and we're glad to have you." Emily nodded and Jacob pulled me into his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"I love you," He breathed, resting his face at the base of my neck. I smiled, my heart thudding loudly in my chest.

"Alright, next," Quil sighed and Embry laughed. "Before I throw up. Anybody know anything new about these vampires?" Sam nodded, and Jacob and I were both intent on hearing. After Jacob shot Quil a dirty look, that is.

"Bella wants to talk to Jacob. She knows Katelyin is here, and she wants to see her. But I wouldn't advise it, Jacob." Jacob nodded, and Sam continued. Bella...Her name was Bella? I wondered what she looked like. "She, Alice, and Edward are here. Alice and Edward are only here, because she still has to get herself under control." I looked over at Jacob, who was gritting his teeth together. Clearly, this upset him. I gave his hand a squeeze and he looked over at me. I tried my best to give an encouraging smile, but I don''t think it worked. I stood up, breathing deeply. Everybody watched. I tugged on Jacob's hand and he stood up, letting me lead him off. He looked back at the group and shrugged, turning to face me. I didn't look up at him as I lead him off.

"Where are we going?" he asked, but I only shrugged. I was cold, even though I wore a sweater and pants. I had earlier put my shoes back on, too. With nightfall came a chill. I looked back, seeing that I could no longer see the faces of the pack, only their moving outlines. I grabbed both of Jacob's hands and he looked down at me, curious as to what stunt I was pulling. "You alright?" I nodded, biting my lip.

"Yes." That was all I could manage to say. My heart thudded in my chest for no particular reason. "What are you going to do about Bella?" Jacob's eyes saddened at that name.

"I don't know," he mumbled, squeezing my hands. "I'll have to think about it. But either way, it doesn't matter. You're not coming with me." I sighed.

"I want to see her, Jacob. I want to know what she's like." This was more than curiousity. This was jealousy. I was jealous that Jacob loved someone before me, and I was still jealous of Sam and Emily. Jacob shook his head no. I sighed, my arms worming their way upwards until my hands touched the back of Jacob's neck. He leaned his body towards me, an easier reach. His arms found their way around me and he gave me a squeeze.

"You sure you're alright? Want to go back home?" I shook my head, giving him a nuh-uh.

"I'm a very jealous person, Jacob," I sighed. He was confused. "I'm jealous of Sam and Emily. I'm jealous of Bella. I'm jealous of you." His eyes were locked intently to mine.

"How do you mean? Jealous for what reason? And, of me?" Jacob chuckled and kissed me once before making me continue.

"Bella. You loved her first." That was point number one. "You...You get to be in love, and I'm...I'm slow, Jacob." I sighed, pressing my face into his chest. One of his hands found the back of my head, playing with my hair. "I want to be in love, too. I want to know what it's like." He kissed the top of my head.

"Why are you jealous of Sam and Emily?" I looked up at him, tilting my head back until I could get a good look at his face. It was hard to, in the dark, but the moon and the stars were all the light that was needed.

"Because they both get to love eachother. Here you are, giving your heart to me, trusting me enough not to break it. And you're so patient...you're waiting for me. It's not fair, I don't want to wait." I sighed, resting my head back on his chest. He sighed. I could hear his heartbeat, and it gave me goosebumps.

"I don't want to force you to do anything you can't." My eyebrows tilted in an angry angle and my teeth clenced together for a moment.

"You think I can't love you?"

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant." Jacob sighed, closing his eyes momentarily. I waited for his response. "Of course you can love me. Just, not right now. Unless you choose to. Words are thrown around, and feelings get confused for things they're not." He shrugged. "You're not incapable of love, you just aren't ready for it."

"Yes I am." I disagreed strongly. I wanted to love him, so what made me unprepared for it? Jacob sighed and leaned down to kiss me. How could I be unprepared? Was there more to all of this than I thought? Was it because of my age, or just because I was human? I was angry, but I could never really stay angry at Jacob. Not when his kisses filled my mind, and his touch made my heart feel like it could explode. I could never be mad at Jacob for wanting me to be sure, safe, and happy. He wanted me to take my time. The greatest things are worth waiting for, I supposed. But I never had to wait for Jacob to love me. He loved me the moment he saw me, he said. So why couldn't I love him the moment I saw him? The more I thought about it, the more I confirmed to myself that I was confused, and afraid. Maybe I was unprepared for this whole love thing. But I wanted Jacob to stay right where he was.

My head spun and I broke the kiss to breathe. Jacob smiled and kissed my forehead.

"Don't be jealous of anyone. We have more than anyone does in the whole world, baby." Jacob squeezed me tighter. "Don't you feel good enough to let me love you? Just as it is?" I thought hard about that question. No. That was the first thing that came to my mind. No. I couldn't find it in myself to love him back right now. I liked him- ohh, I liked him so, so, so much- but I couldn't honestly say that I was in love with him. It was a step that I wasn't ready to take.

"No." It was a simple answer. Quiet, too, but Jacob lifted my face to look at his.

"You should. You're more than I ever hoped for." He pressed his forehead against mine, smiling. I looked up at him, glad his eyes were closed, and tears tickled the back of my eyes. I was lucky, but I sure didn't feel like it. "I love you so much," He sighed, cupping my face in his hands. I was glad it was dark, that way it would be harder to read my expression. I didn't want Jacob to know how angry with myself I was, or how sad I was.

He made me sad and angry at myself. I didn't find it fair that I couldn't love him back. But...at the same time...Jacob was the best thing that had ever happened to me. But all the while, I couldn't stop thinking one thought: Bella. Would things change when she and Jacob met for one last time?