Infatuation

Chapter 3

Leah's Point of View

Jake left my sight and headed for a tent. I felt so crappy. Those funnels were pretty huge. At least eight cans of beer were poured in there. I must be alcohol intolerant. Maybe I should give it another try…

"Jared, can you throw me a can?" I said.

"Sure," Jared replied, throwing the can of beer. I caught it with the hand that I held my hotdog in. Yuck, now it was covered in ketchup. I opened the can and chugged it down.

"Are you nuts," Jacob interjected, swiping the can of beer out of my hand. "You're going to get worse than you are right now. Sam said he put in nine cans of that beer into both of your funnels. Sheesh!" He took my hand and then slid it over his neck. He tugged on my body and then lifted me over his hands. I never actually knew how his arms felt around me. His arm tendons felt so huge. Wow…

"Jacob you're so strong," I said, my words just coming out in a blur. I didn't even revision them to make sure I said something non-mushy.

"Thanks Lee," he replied. "Are you sure you don't just want me to take you home?"

Home sounds interesting, yeah, I think it'd be best to talk at home, I thought. "Eh, okay Jacob. But hurry up. I need to use the bathroom."

"Alright, but please don't try to piss on yourself while we get there." He chuckled.

"Are we there yet?" I asked, a few minutes on the way. "I need to go pee really badly—the baddest of the bad."

"No. We'll get there pretty soon," Jacob replied.

"Please, hurry up… I don't think I could hold on."

"Fine, I'll run. But warn me before you have the urge to throw up, okay? The rode is going to be bumpy."

"Okay and you make sure that you don't throw me to the ground." I closed my eyes. I don't know what was wrong with me. Did cupid accidently miss his aim? I'm starting to feel some gushy stuff for Jacob. I've even imagined touching him. As I said, that would feel like molesting a child. He was only 17—and stuck there too. I, on the other hand, was 19—not so bad, but still it would feel wrong… Well, maybe not that wrong. The stupid pillow was in the way of our bodies contacting. Grrr!

"Okay, Leah, get off. We're here," Jacob announced, slamming the kitchen door shut.

I didn't want to let go of him but, if I didn't, that would probably freak him out. "Can you take me to the upstairs bathroom?" I said, still clinging onto him. I didn't feel dizzy anymore, but could this itsy bitsy lie keep Jacob here with me long enough? I'd give that farce pretence a chance.

Jacob transported me all the way upstairs, with both of his hands locked around my waist. I had to admit that being close to him was very relaxing; I could feel like myself around him.

Jacob blasted my door open and sat me on the bed. I needed to change into my pajamas to feel more comfortable. These short shorts were feeling too tight. I jumped off of the bed, feeling wobbly and headed over to my closet. I scanned my pajamas section and there were no pants. That whole section was desolate. Great, what was I going to wear now? All of my clothes to sleep were either in the washing machine or in the garbage. I would just have to wear a tank top and my worn out girl boxers. I grabbed them and immediately left to the bathroom. I slipped everything off and took a quick shower. I was also relieved that I made it just in time—no accidents along the way.

"Jacob, are you still here?" I said, coming out of the foggy bathroom. I crossed the hall into my room. I searched for him in the dark shadows of my room. There he was, sitting on my window, staring deeply onto the moon.

"I see you're much better. So…you want to talk now?" he asked, not taking his eyes off the moon. He finally twisted his gaze and launched himself on the bed.

"Jake! My bed didn't cost crap, okay. Stop acting like a moron." I crossed the room and the jumped on the bed too.

"I thought you said that we couldn't jump on the bed, huh?" He said, intersecting his arms.

"I said that you couldn't jump on my bed like that. Compared to me, you're a freaking mammoth." I chuckled.

"Okay, enough talk… so… Bella and Edward are coming over for Halloween next week. I'm the one that's planning the party."

Jacob's Point of View

"I need your help too, Lee," I added quickly. "I haven't seen her in a long time and I want to make this the best time of her eternal life. Oh and I wanted to give you a choice…well, some options, to be more clear."

"First, I want to hear the party plans," she said, bluntly. She lay over the pillow and closed her eyes. "And then after you finish explaining, I want to hear your choices—or whatever.

"Okay, so for the party, I thought that we should all get dressed up, you know. Take out the inner child in us. And then, maybe we could go paintballing or play something extreme in the woods. And if that sounds too gay, then we could go to Dr. Carlisle's house and play Guitar Hero… I don't know. What do you think?" I thought these were all great ideas, but I didn't know if Leah would agree.

She re-opened her eyes and smiled at me. "I think costumes are okay; too childish, but okay. I think I want to go dressed up as Tinker Bell. She's awesome. Are you going to go dressed up as the Wolverine?" We chuckled.

"Not a bad idea, Lee. I was thinking about annoying the leeches and dressing up as a vampire, but the Wolverine sounds better." I repositioned myself, lying on the bed and closing my eyes, next to Leah. "Oh, and Tinker Bell isn't a bad one either… You know which one I thought would have suited you best?"

"What?" She laid her head on her hand.

"I think a harpy costume would suit you best."

She bulged her hazel eyes at me. She looked one-hundred percent furious. She turned around and stood up from the bed. She paced back and forth; she seemed to be thinking. Uh-oh, I think I went too far this time.

"Strike three and you're out," she said, grabbing her lamp and throwing it at my face. With my spontaneous effects, I blocked it with my elbow. The crash only hurt for a second.

I winced. "Sorry, it was only a suggestion. That lamp was pretty. What's Sue going to say when she finds out that you "broke" your lamp?"

She smiled. "Well, I'll just tell her that some creep came up through my window…and that I used it as self-defense."

Still pacing in the dark, I observed her every movement, just to be safe. She could grab her door next time and shoot it at me for all I knew. Now looking at her, I admired the way she was. She was beautiful in a way. But who knew that I would come across some deep feelings of lust for her? Something was wrong with my brain. I stood up and walked beside her, putting one hand on her shoulder. I tugged her back to the bed.

"Let's just keep on talking," I said, glancing at her clock. "I'll have to leave in an hour. I have to go help Sam clean up and drag Seth back here before your mom comes back."

"Fine. So, what were you saying about choices? What do you mean by that?"

"I was talking to Billy one night and he said that the council was going to start making us do school work. The whole pack is going to have to study together at Old Quil's basement. They're concerned about our futures. I don't have a future anymore so I'm not even going to join."

She sat Indian-style on the bed. "You don't have a future? So, you're just going to be like this for the rest of your life? What are you expecting to do when Billy's gone?"

"I've decided that I might leave the pack. I want to live with the Cullens. I'll be a nomad and besides, living with them wouldn't be that hard. I know how to handle Rosalie, so it doesn't matter."

"Are you out of your mind, Jacob? You're willing to leave the reservation and quit your post as Alpha to be with the Cullens for eternity? That's bull. I'd rather see you damned than to leave us. How would Billy take this? You're his only son; you should make him proud. I'm disappointed…"

I noticed a tear coming straight down her cheeks. I reached for it. At the same time I caressed her face. It was so smooth. "It was only a thought. I'm still not even sure if that's what I want to happen. It was only an objective, okay Leah. Don't fret."

I held her and twisted her onto my lap. Her face pulled onto my shoulder. Her shredded tears traveled down my body. They were warm. Her body was also warm; her heat radiated through me from her mostly uncovered body. This felt perfect. Who would have thought that I would feel something towards Leah? I hope this doesn't go wrong. Leah is your Beta. What will the others think of you, I thought, lingering my fingers through her dark hair.

Minutes and minutes passed by. Our positions stayed the same; Leah didn't move an inch. Her breathing had become slower—she fell asleep. Wow, Leah fell asleep in my arms. This was a real shocker. I glanced at the clock and it was late. I had to get back to our camp and clean up all the evidence. I wouldn't be cleaning anyone's throw up—Paul's.

I sluggishly got up from the bed, Leah still in my arms, and then placed her under the covers. She looked just like an angel when she was unconscious. I swept my fingers through her hair one more time. I walked back to her opened window. Just before I jumped off, I turned around to shoot one more glance at her. She was still unconscious—good. I jump off and ran through the woods, still keeping Leah stuck in my mind.

Leah's Point of View

I felt secure, for once, wrapped around Jacob's arms. I felt complete; safe from the fires of hell that stalked me. I was wishing that his choices were just some stupid ideas. I didn't want him to leave us, especially me. Watching him leave the reservation just to be able to live forever was painful; a scalpel shoved into my wrists…

The tears fell against my face, then onto his chest. Some time came around and I felt tired, I needed to get to sleep…but Jacob, he was still here. He had to leave soon anyway, so sleeping was a better idea than to feel him disengage me from him. I closed my eyes, slowly letting sleep overcome me…

I woke up to a loud ruckus across the hall. I peeked at my clock—two o'clock in the morning. Mom wasn't supposed to get home until later. She said that she'd call when she was about to come home from her date with Charlie. From what I heard, they were going down to Oregon. Maybe she called while I was sleeping. I am a heavy sleeper, after all. I groggily got up from the bed and made my way up to the door. The lights were shining through the cracks. Seth's probably looking for candy, I thought.

"Seth, what are you doing?" I asked, speedily opening the door.

It wasn't Seth, it was Jacob. He had Seth slumped over his back. There was bad odor of liquor… Oh no, Seth was drinking. That little mischievous brat!

"He passed out on his twentieth beer," Jacob responded quickly.

"Wasn't Sam supposed to be taking care of him?" I walked forward, tilting Seth's head up to inspect his face. That little monster, he was way passed out; intoxicated with all that beer that he drank. "Put him down Jake, he should be the one taking care of himself—not you."

"I tried that already. That was the noise that probably woke you up. Leah, help me open his door. He is heavier than your average backpack—heavier than you." Jacob looked wary; tired.

I helped him open the door. Jacob walked towards Seth's bed and gently slid the covers over him. He walked out down towards the end of the hall; the bathroom. He rummaged through the cupboards and then closed them. Jacob came back in the room with a bucket. He laid it over Seth's night table.

"Why does he need a bucket?" I asked.

Jacob looked at me like if my question was a stupid question. Through the dark room, I saw him make a this-question-is-so-obvious face. "Just in case he needs to throw up, Leah," he said. "Let's get out of here; your mom is just outside talking to Charlie in the car. You better get to sleep before she suspects something fishy."

He grabbed my hand and then dragged me back into my room and sat me on the bed. He stalked back outside and closed Seth's room and swapped the hall lights off. After that, he came back into my room and silently closed the door behind him.

"Are you okay, Jacob?" I asked, scratching my head.

"Yeah, kind of… Okay, if your mom finds out that Seth is sick, just tell her that he ate some bad fish fry, alright?" Jacob said, now leaning against my opened window. "And have a good night, Lee. Oh and before I forget, tomorrow we're going to meet up at the Cullen's house to talk to Alice and Jasper. Carlisle and Esme are out of town right now…"

I stood up, walking close beside him. "I'll meet up at your house when I wake up. And if I'm late, then just stop by and wake me up yourself."

"Sure, sure."

"And thanks for being with me. It helped a lot." I leaned in close to his face and swiped a kiss on his beautiful cheek. Through the Moon's beams, I thought I saw him blush. I guess my superficial powers were still in me. I smiled. "Now get out before my mom finds you here stalking me." I gave him a light push.

"I'm here whenever you need me." He quickly launched himself out. He sprinted across my backyard like the batman; dark and mysterious. Something about Jacob made me want to howl uncontrollably at the Moon. I giggled at the thought.

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