"Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for awhile and leave footprints on our hearts. And we are never, ever the same."
"Tell me about the pack."
"Is it that interesting to you, Cecilia?"
"Yes. Tell me all of the gossip."
Jacob and I had been hanging out for a few hours, the two of us sitting together in his small living room. The tiny television was on, it's reception was not as good as the one at home and the picture was sort of fuzzy looking. Like I really cared, though. We hadn't been watching it. I wasn't even sure why Jacob turned it on in the first place. Just like last time's visit, both of us were comfortable talking to each other. I don't even think we had a moment of silence. It was kind of embarassing, I was just rambling on and on. I wasn't ever like that. For the first time since our friendship began, I feared that Harper had finally rubbed off on me. It was like I was a different person with Jacob. I was feeling happy. Very happy. It seemed that Jacob was feeling that way as well. He no longer looked sick for some strange reason. All of the color was back on his cheerful face.
"Currently, nothing scandelous is happening," Jacob told me, throwing his arm behind the sofa. "Sorry to disappoint you," he added, grinning. "It's been pretty boring lately."
I faked a sigh.
"Drat," I snarled as Jacob went along with my teasing. "I was hoping for a juicy story."
Jacob laughed huskily at my bad acting. I smiled at him. I really liked hearing his laughter for some reason.
"When do you guys have meetings? Are they daily?" I asked, curiously.
"We don't have them as much as we use to, unless we think something suspecious is going on. That hasn't happened in a while," Jacob explained, shrugging a little at me. "So, how is it living with a bunch of blo--vampires." Jacob grimanced I noticed.
"I suppose just like living with a normal family," I said, giving a shrug. "Except for running for dear life whenever you spill a drop of blood," I joked. Jacob didn't laugh, his face looking abruptly serious.
"That's what you have to do?" he snarled, lowly. "Run? You have to run whenever you start to bleed in front of them? Because they lose control and come after you, wanting a taste? "
I shook my head furiously while he was speaking. Jacob got the wrong idea. God, I was pretty bad at joking.
"I don't really run away. And no, they don't come after me," I explained, hurridly.
Jacob relaxed a bit.
"Whose the Beta in the pack?" I asked out of the blue, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear.
Jacob snorted. Good, the tension disappeared and was gone.
"You sound like Bella," he said, rolling his dark eyes at me. I shrugged.
"Well, she is my mother, Jacob," I pointed out.
"True," Jacob agreed. "To answer your question, Seth is the Beta."
I gave out a guffaw and smiled hugely. Father and Seth became close back in the day. My dad thought that Seth had a very sincre mind, very thoughtful.
"Seth is the Beta!" I cackled, pulling my legs up onto the couch. I hugged my arms around them recklessly. Jacob rolled his eyes at me again.
"Did I make a bad decision or something?"
"No! Of course not!" I explained, still flashing him a smile. "Seth is great!"
"You don't even know him, Cecilia," laughed Jacob.
"But I have heard some stories about him. Has he imprinted on anyone?"
"Nope," answered Jacob, quickly.
"What about you?" I asked, feeling curious again.
Jacob's russet lips pursed while his jaw clenched. Instantly, I felt awkwardness creep up on me. I shouldn't have asked that question. It was probably pretty personal to someone who has done it. I felt my face go blank as I stared at Jacob, awaiting his answer. I had obviously offended Jacob. I could tell by the look of his sudden tortured face.
"No" Was Jacob's answer, his voice sounding both aggravated and a little bit frightening.
Why was I getting the drift that Jacob was lying to me?