Enigmatical

By wired2damoon

Chapter 13: Invasions And Interruptions

-Nessie's POV-

I sighed into my phone receiver as I heard the dial tone become engaged yet again. I had sat on the comfortable sofa was all night and my patience was seriously beginning to waver. I gritted my teeth and groaned as I yet again was met with the seriously annoying answering machine.

"Hey, this is Rach, I can't pick up my phone right now, please leave a message after the beep. BEEP! Hehe, no just kidding, here's the beep now…wait for it…wait for it…" I groaned as I heard the real beep this time, God this girl really can be an idiot sometimes…

"Hi Rachel, its Nessie, listen I have to talk to you about the whole Quil thing, I know you've been calling him a lot on your other cell and stuff but uh…I…just, just call me back as soon as you get this message okay? Thanks…bye…"

As soon as I hung up, I felt a soft weight resting on my shoulder, a soft breath of air bouncing against the nape of my neck. I smiled, instantly recognising the familiar scent.

"I thought you were on patrol tonight?" I murmured, a smirk on my lips. I felt strong arms wrap around my waist from behind me on the couch. My body automatically leaned forward into the embrace.

"I let the guys off a little early, it's a quiet night out. Who were you talking to?" asked Jacob quietly, pulling me onto his lap and shifting his chin closer to the nape of my neck.

I smiled softly at his touch, "I was calling Rachel, you know, the girl who is impersonating Courtney? It seems she's been a little too enthusiastic when trying to woo Quil; she's been calling him non-stop, from his cell to the work phone and the poor guy hasn't got any sleep in two weeks…" I mumbled, feeling slightly guilty as I remembered how exhausted Quil looked earlier on in the week.

Jacob laughed a little, "aww poor Quil, he never catches a break." I nodded heartily, knowing well just how much he was right about that. I mean, he's spent the last fourteen years trying to hide the fact that he's in love with the most important person in the world to him, who in turn, just so happens to know be torturing him by going out with someone who's insanely good-looking and closer to her age and practically forcing him to date a 'potentially insane' woman against his will. Yeah, poor Quil could do with a break…

Sighing, I leaned back into Jacob's back as his arms tightened around me. "What's wrong Ness?" Jacob asked, concern lacing his tone. I attempted a smile, but failed miserably. "Ah I don't know Jake, I guess, I'm…I'm feeling a little guilty about the whole Quil and Courtney thing. I mean, I was the one who brought Rachel into it in the first place, but-but at the same time I'm glad I did, because well, hopefully, in the long run, Claire and Quil will finally get it together and be happy…like us," I finished shyly, a soft blush rising to my cheeks.

I heard Jacob chuckle softly, as he turned me around slowly, so that I was straddling his lap, my knees digging into his hips. I flashed a cheeky grin at him, noticing the familiar mischievous smirk grace his handsome face. He placed each hand on either side of my waist and stared up deeply into my eyes, "don't you dare blame yourself Nessie. You're only trying to help and it's not your problem that Rachel is being a little eccentric, in fact she reminds me of another Rachel I know," Jake smirked as I rolled my eyes, "your just being your normal, caring, mischievous self and believe me, any help Quil can get to win Claire over will be greatly appreciated in the long run."

My lips twitched and turned up at the corners. Jake always knew exactly what to say to make me feel better. "Yeah, you're right. I'll try ringing Rachel again in the morning," I mumbled, my fingers trailing his cheek, down over his neck and stopping at his chest where his shirt lay partially open. I heard Jake's breath hitch and smirked once again at the sheer control that I had over him, I have to admit, it gave me a little bit of a thrill. I'd never admit he has just as much power of me, though.

Realising that this was an infrequent moment where me and my beloved where entirely alone, I decided to take full advantage of it. Leaning forward, I smirked as I placed a soft kiss on his cheek before slowly trailing down the trek my fingers gently travelled moments before, stopping at the small fraction of skin that was exposed by two open shirt buttons.

I felt his hands tighten on my waist as he leaned forward, turned his head and placed a chaste kiss to my neck. I brought my hands up to run through his hair - that was slightly grown out, not too long but not a tight cut, just how I liked it. I saw him bite his lip as I began massaging his scalp, eventually causing him to close his eyes. I took that opportunity to edge myself closer to him, my chest pressed plush against his, and pecked his lips softly with mine.

I felt Jake respond almost instantaneously, his lips pressing eagerly against mine. His tongue attentively darted out and began trailing my bottom lip - begging for entrance. As I opened my mouth and out tongues began to dance, I felt Jake shift me, gently but quickly, so that I was now lying on his couch, him crouching over me, one hand on the side of my head, the other resting on my hip. Without breaking our rhythm I kept one hand tangled in his hair, whilst the other raked over the exposed skin of his chest.

Oh how I desperately wanted to rip open that shirt and touch and taste all that it had once hidden…but, I knew that no matter how much we both wanted it, Jake wouldn't allow it, he was still under the strict rules of my father after all.

Ugh! I never found it fair of my dad to lay down such laws on mine and Jake's relationship just because of a few technicalities. Okay, so maybe I've been looking eighteen since I was seven but that gives him no right to treat me at my proper age! Hell, if I'd have my way I would have insisted a romantic relationship with Jacob the second I reached maturity, only seven 'technically' or not.

I never cared about such minor things, just because I was seven in the amount of years I'd lived on this earth, did not mean I had to be treated as such. I mean I looked just as old as my father for heaven's sake! But alas, no, I was treated like a baby and now, even at fourteen, I still am, eighteen year old body or not, which is why Jake now does this:

"N-Nessie, we-we have to…stop," Jake gasped, grabbing my head as he pulled away from me, effectively sitting me up. I hated this part. I always feel extremely frustrated, both in annoyance and sexually and that's a never a good combination. But, before I can argue my point however, a loud ringing erupts throughout the apartment.

"That'll be Rachel or Courtney…whatever," Jake mumbled, looking slightly uncomfortable as I just gawked at him. Sighing, he stood up from the couch and went into the kitchen, mumbling something about, "drinks" and "cooling off." Rolling my eyes, I picked up my phone and flipped it open.

"Hello?…Oh hi Rachel, oh you got my message good, listen its about Quil, you see the thing is…"

- Claire's POV -

I sighed, reached up and knocked for the third time in the last minute. The door still refused to open. Damn! Why did I forget my key?

"Quil, Quil are you in there?" I called loudly, knocking again. It was weird, I knew he was in, his car was parked in its usual spot out front. Maybe he'd fallen asleep or something, but even I didn't think Quil could sleep that heavily.

Just then, I remembered something. Embry always kept a spare key somewhere near the door because he was always misplacing his own. Quickly I began my search, under the mat, under the fake rock. Rolling my eyes, I stood up on my tip toes and felt around the door-frame and smirked when I felt the familiar coldness of metal clamped in my fingers.

Seriously, Embry really had to hold onto his own keys, it was just too easy to rob this place! Thankfully, I'm no burglar (which I was truly grateful for, I could just imagine the horror of trying to rob three burly werewolves single-handedly) and let myself in quickly and quietly.

I stepped in gingerly and shut the door softly behind me. I glanced around myself and wasn't surprised to see the place in its usual mess, clothes strewn everywhere, pizza boxes lying empty on top of the over-flown trash can, bowls of stale potato chips and used coffee mugs sitting on the coffee table and games consoles and DVDs scattered about the floor.

Typical boys' apartment.

"Quil, Quil its Claire…where are you?" I called louder, glancing down the hall towards the bedrooms. Perhaps he was asleep after all…

I decided to walk down the hall, just to check if he was asleep, then I would leave. I took soft, attentive steps down the hallway, being careful not to trod on any sneakers or other various items scattered about on the floor. I began to tip-toe as I reached Quil's bedroom at the very end. Reaching out, I turned the handle and gingerly placed a foot inside. I realised that I may be over-stepping some boundaries by just walking into Quil bedroom unannounced, but I seriously had to talk to him, now.

Squinting, I let my eyes get adjusted to the darkness of the bedroom and sought out a figure in it. As far as I could tell, the bed was empty but I edged a little bit closer just to be sure. It was then that a familiar noise was brought to my attention. My eyes widened, my breath hitching.

Oh crap, I have to get out of here!

I turned quickly, tripping over my own feet and running smack into the door. "Ow!" I hissed, rubbing my forehead - a small welt already forming there. Before I could attempt to open the door however, I heard the thing I dreaded the most, or more so, two things. Footsteps.

PANIC! PANIC! CRAP! WHY THE HELL WON'T THIS FRICKIN' DOOR OPEN!?

Suddenly, the lights turned on and the whole room was flooded with a bright glare.

"Claire?" came a voice from behind me.

Oh shit. Don't turn around, don't turn around, don't turn around!

Slowly, I turned around and was met with the most beautiful sight I have ever seen in my entire life.

There, right in front of my very eyes, stood Quil Ateara, clad in nothing but a towel around his waist, his tanned skin still most, small droplets of water spilling from his hair and down his broad shoulders to rest on his muscular chest.

Oh. My. God. Is it just me, or has the temperature in the room gone up by about a billion degrees?

"H-Hi…" I croaked, my hands shaking a little as I immediately felt my cheeks burn. I really, really should've looked away from him by now, to well, anywhere, but no matter how hard I tried I just…couldn't. My eyes raked over every inch of his body I could possibly see, thankfully Quil didn't notice…yet.

"Claire, what're doing here?" he asked, not sounding angry or embarrassed, just, curious. It seemed he hasn't realised the sheer intimacy of this situation, or maybe he just doesn't give a damn…oh I so hope that's not it.

"Uh…I…" my mind went completely blank. Why was I here again? Whatever it was, it sure had nothing to do with how sexy Quil's pecks looked under this light or how badly I wanted to reach out and run my hands through his soft, damp hair…

He was walking towards me now, running another towel through his hair and down his neck. I'm definitely sure by now I should be dead, because I'm certain my heart has stopped beating for a good minute and a half.

His eyes were boring into mine now, and I couldn't bring myself to look away. There was a strange glint in his gaze, one I failed to distinguish in my hazy state of mind. I realized that I hadn't answered his question, and there was beginning to be somewhat of an awkward silence in the room, so I decided to put myself out of my misery and break it.

"Uh…I-I'm here because I-I need to talk to you…" I stuttered, my eyes finally leaving his body to look at the ground. Yes, I should be fine now, as long as I keep looking at the nice, pretty, interesting floor, I'll be able to be coherent.

He took even more steps close to me. By now I could smell his aftershave. Oh God, I'm going to faint…

"Talk to me about what?" he asked casually, walking over to desk, grabbing a comb and running it through his hair. I tilted my head to the side as he stood with his back to me, watching with an open mouth as his muscles expanded and contracted by the such simple motion. I was beginning to hyperventilate now…I had to get out of here! I mean, dear God did he not realise he was naked? Well, partially naked, in my company!? I mean, what the hell is with that?

"Uh…actually, you know what? This can wait until tomorrow, I'm kinda tired, I'm just gonna head home…" I rambled quickly, turning around and reaching out for the door.

"Wait, Claire," he called in his deep, melodic voice that made my heart flutter. I am such a loser…

"What about my good-bye hug?" he asked, his voice sounding a little hurt, his arms outstretched.

Oh he has got to be kidding me!!! How much more of this torture am I going to have to endure? What's he gonna ask me next? Help him get dressed?

"Uh…I-I…uh, okay…" I mumbled, my voice getting higher every syllable, "sure…" I finished, with a nod of my head, more so to convince myself to actually walk towards him. As I inched slowly closer to his fingertips, I felt my heart beat faster as beads of sweet formed on my forehead. I tried desperately to tell myself that was due to Quil's insanely high body temperature but I knew I was only lying to myself.

I closed the last inch between us and immediately, Quil's strong, warm arms wrapped around my waist, hugging me close. The side of my face was buried in his well…abdomen, so much so that I could feel every one of the indentations in his six pack. If I were to die now, I'd die one happy girl…

Smiling softly, I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his waist as tight as I could possibly manage. This was just unbelievable, too good to be true, like a dream…

Wait…oh crap…this-this isn't a dream is it?

-Erin's POV-

I threw back my head and let out another shrill laugh. This guy is just hilarious. It's been the fourth night in a row that Embry and I have gone for a walk on the beach and I swear, I have more fun every time I go.

I can feel him staring at me as I laugh, but the funny thing is, I don't feel self-conscious. That's the weird thing about Embry, he always makes me feel entirely at ease, never, not once, has he made me feel uncomfortable in his presence. Quite unlike just about every other guy in my life…

"So…you looking forward to starting your new school next week?" he asked, offering me a handsome smile as I soon calmed from the reactions of his earlier joke. I returned his smile as we sat on a towel a few feet from the shore.

"Yeah, I am, I mean, I've heard some stuff about American High Schools and well…I guess I'm just curious about what's true and what's just…I dunno…stereotyping and legends."

Now it was Embry's turn to laugh heartily, "ha, and what types of legends would that be then?"

I blushed a little then, "oh, I dunno, stuff like, the head cheerleader always dates the star quarter back and you know becomes king and queen of Homecoming…" I trailed off then, feeling stupider by the second.

This made him laugh harder, "do you even know what you just said?"

I considered that, "uh…no not really, all I know is that a cheerleader is someone who jumps around a lot and a quarter back is something to do with American football, and I-I'm not really sure what Homecoming is…" I admitted, laughing with him, not caring if I sounded completely idiotic.

"You watch too many movies," he snorted, "and Homecoming is a High School dance just to let you know. Anyway, are you nervous?" I stilled a little at his words, looking down at my lap. I think he must of sensed my unease, because suddenly, he reached out and softly laid his hand on top of mine.

"There's no need to be nervous Erin, you'll be fine, I promise, American High Schools aren't that different. You'll fit in just fine." I couldn't concentrate on his words with his hand enveloping mine. He really was like a radiator on full blast, heat just wafted from him and he was making me extremely dizzy in such proximity…well, at least that's what I told myself.

"Thanks…thanks Embry, I-I really needed to hear that…" I mumbled, bringing my gaze up from my lap, to stare straight into his gorgeous hazel eyes. Again, I felt my breath hitch at the expression on his face. It was another one of those moments, similar to the one we have the night before, when I scraped my knee.

We just sat there, staring at one another, basking in each other's silence. Yes, I was really beginning to like this Embry Call…

-Quil's POV-

I waved slowly as I watched Claire step out of my apartment and into the hallway.

"Are you sure you're gonna be okay getting home Claire-bear? 'Cause if you just wait until I get dressed, I can drive you back…"

She shook her head vigorously. "Oh…n-no Quil, that-that's alright, I-I'll be okay, I borrowed mom's car. I-I'll talk to you tomorrow."

I could barely contain my smirk. "Oh, okay, once you're sure. Later then."

I saw her take a deep breath and glance once more at me. "Y-Yeah…later…"

My smile broke out onto my face as soon as her back was turned, chuckling softly as she half-stumbled down the hallway and out of the apartment block.

It looks like the whole being half-naked thing worked. Claire was finally beginning to see what she was missing, and to think that hug was improvised. It turned out to be genius, if I do say so myself! But the plan itself, thank God I decided to go with it, it worked superbly. I'd have to express my deepest gratitude to Lana the next time I see her…

-Nessie's POV-

I rolled my eyes as Rachel/Courtney went on and on about how much she really liked Quil. It had been a full ten minutes now I still hadn't been given the opportunity to talk yet. Finally, I heard her take a breath and took my chance.

"Yeah, yeah Rachel that's great but remember, you're only pretending to be Courtney as a favour to me because I got you those tickets to the London fashion show. You're only supposed to be pretending to like Quil and be as irritating as possible, you seriously don't have to call him all day, every day, the poor guy isn't getting any sleep," I rambled quickly, fearing that if I didn't get my point across soon enough I would be cut off.

I heard her sigh on the end of the phone. "Silly girl Nessie, I'm not calling Quil because I want to be as irritating as possible! I'm calling him because I genuinely like him. He's so cute! Do you think he'd really want to date me if I tell him the truth?"

My eyes widened as I heard let her reply sink in. Oh dear God, no…

"No, no Rachel, remember I told you? Quil's in love with Claire. Claire Young. The girl you're trying to make jealous in order for her to realise that's she's in love with him? Remember? That was the plan? Quil won't date you because he wants Claire and only Claire, besides, he already knows the truth, I told him a few days ago…" I didn't want to be mean, but I just had to be blunt with this girl.

There was stone, cold, silence on the other end of the phone, and I have to admit I was a little unnerved. The seconds ticked by like hours and I was holding my breath until I started turning purple.

"Rach-"

"-I like him Nessie. Not you or that…girl Claire will stop me. I always get what I want. Always. And I want Quil and he'll soon want me, even if he doesn't realise it yet. So you tell him to be ready for me, on Saturday to take me out for a luxury dinner, alright? Or there will be serious consequences…."

I wanted to laugh out loud at her tone but something told me she wasn't kidding. I felt my blood run cold. There was something definitely a little creepy in her tone, but I'm not easily scared.

"Now you listen here-"

I was cut off by the dial tone.

That…woman…just hung up on me!

I heard Jake come back into the room and sit down on the couch beside me. I remained gaping at the phone, still not quite believing what just happened.

"Ness…Nessie what's up?" Jake asked worriedly.

I turned to him, my mouth still hanging open. "R-Remember when you asked me was Rachel a little bit of a psycho and I said no, not really?"

Jake nodded, looking a little confused. "Yeah…"

I twisted my hands nervously, looking away, "yeah, well, I think that I'm gonna have to change my mind…"

A/N: DUN DUN DUN!!! Rachel is a psycho, Rachel is a psycho! Hehe, hoped you liked, if so, let me know! Thankies to all my reviewers so far, you're all fabulous! -wired2damoon- xx