Even the title is crappy… sorry, guys! But a big THANK YOU to ShiverySox… By George, girl, you've done it again. (Unknowingly. Again, unknowingly.) After our lovely phone conversation earlier about Leah's unhappiness, I decided which route I was going to take on this fic… Your suggested one. You, my friend, are a source of major inspiration that I hope to god will never run out or else I'll never finish writing my second book…My lav. I have found you. Stop eating my cookies, biatch!

Revelations

What else could I do? I ran for it.

I seriously need some new hobbies. The only thing I ever do is run. I stopped a short distance away from First Beach and collapsed onto the ground. I had some serious thinking to do. I needed some serious Jake time. Nessie was sixteen. Of course, she'd stopped growing at six but Bella and Edward's reasoning - after heavy influence from Carlisle - was that Nessie was only supposed to be six in human terms. They lied and said she was home schooled. Which, theoretically speaking isn't so much of a lie. Nessie was home schooled -she just schooled herself.

Why do I always think about her?

'Because, moron, you love her.' I jumped and stood up quickly.

'Huh?'

Leah was standing behind me.

'You were talking to yourself, Jacob.'

'Everybody does that.' I said defensively.

'Yeah, but not out loud.' Leah said, rolling her eyes.

I was instantly reminded why I used to hate Leah. I sat down again, and she joined me without asking. Go. Away. I made sure I said that inside my head, though. No need to be mean, just because she was happy.

'Jacob…' Leah's voice had taken on a softer tone. Uh-oh. I instinctively knew I was about to get a full-blown 'understanding the female mind' talk courtesy of Leah Clearwater. Leah of all people.

'Don't wanna hear it.' I mumbled. I was on the brink of tears again. I was turning into crying person or something. A total emo. Ugh.

'Don't you?' She said. She scooted around so she was sitting directly in front of me and crossed her legs. She looked pretty.

'Where's whatshisname?' I mumbled.

'Dean? Oh, yeah, he's… Back there, somewhere.' She gestured vaguely behind her.

I looked at her.

'I dunno, actually. I ran off on him when you left.' She admitted.

'I'm sure he appreciated that.' I commented.

Leah blushed red; presumably with anger.

'Jacob, I could leave now without saying what I came to say in the first place, but I don't think I could live with myself if I did that.'

I stared at her. She was serious. Leah took a deep breath and leaned forwards so that her lips were barely a centimetre away from my ear. I tensed.

'It's about the imprinting. Mine and Dean's.' Her voice was barely a whisper; her breath tickled my ear.

I nodded.

'Well… It's not true. None of it.'

At first I thought I'd heard her wrong; she was speaking so quietly.

'Not… Not true.' I repeated slowly. I felt my heart soar slightly and instantly felt sick. What the hell was wrong with me that I felt happy that she was unhappy?

You're one sick, sick bastard, Jacob Black.

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A/N: It's short, I know, but I lost my muse and started listening to Let it Rock and watching Lady GaGa music videos and then I got really annoyed with FF because it's being stubborn and won't let me post a new story for some God-forsaken reason… UGH!

Up next:… I haven't thought that far ahead…. We'll see.

Lovin' my reviewers... Thanks guys! Big hugs to all! Love, Carley xxx