3. Imprint

I kept running as far away from Jacob as I could. Was I really this ridiculous?

It was Jake my friend; my best friend there is no way he wants to try something with me.

If I wasn't sure that part of me belonged to Jacob, that one real tiny part of my heart was his, I wouldn't feel uncomfortable in this situation.

Sure about that Bella?

Since when I talk with myself

Jake is just a boy, I am just a girl; we're both alone… alone. The last word got me like a kick in the stomach.

I'm positive that everything is under control, I'd made it clear for Jacob that there is no future for what could have been the course of my life, if Edward didn't existed.

"Hey! Bells Easy! It's here." I was running directionless through the woods when I heard Jacobs voice irrupting through my thoughts. I tried to stop but my uncoordinated breaks called legs made me stumble with one stupid, minuscule stick. I got to the dirt, my head buried in grass and wet mud.

"Damn!" I grumbled when I was trying to stand up, spitting mud through my mouth.

I heard Jacob's laugh. No not laugh, a guffaw.

"I'm glad I amuse you Jake." I hadn't heard him laughing in so long, instead of getting mad I was truly amused I made him laugh even if my face was covered in mud and half my mouth was covered with "delicious" dirt cake.

I was trying to remove the mud from my eyes to see Jacob's laughter.

"Here Bells." He handed me a piece of clothe. I started to remove the mud from my face. Jacob continued to laugh.

When my face was considerably clean, I saw with what I had unsoiled myself.

It was Jacob's shirt.

When I looked up, I found his big white smile and tender eyes making that face so agreeable it cheered me up.

I handed him his shirt. "Sorry about that I promise I'll wash it."

"No problem Bells. Are you alright, that seemed to hurt." He had his eternal smile. Does this kid never stop laughing? Better not.

It hurt but seeing Jacob's smile seemed to make everything more bearable.

"No it didn't hurt don't you know that mud baths exfoliate your skin?" I said to him equally smiling.

He looked at me with tender eyes and rolled his eyes.

"Now careful Bells." He took me by the hand and began to walk, gentler this time.

We walked through pines and giant trees, the dusk was already fading letting the sky a pretty dark blue, making artificial shades to the trees.

We kept walking until we got to a near river.

He took me by the waist and sat me like a small child into a rock that was at the border of the river.

The sound of the water running was so peaceful, the view free of tree trunks was mesmerizing, the dark blue continued but in the horizon a straight strip of orange was announcing that dusk was about to end.

Jacob sat aside, leaning his head to the rock.

"It's beautiful Jacob."

"I know, too bad it's not in my side of the border." He said, still watching the horizon slipped away.

"So, catch me up with pack scandals, who imprinted on who this time uh?"

He stared at me with strange eyes and looked away. I knew I screwed up.

"I'm sorry Jake I didn't mean to…"

"No Bells it's not with you, it's with me I guess I'm just frustrated."

He had his eyes frowned it was funny to watch.

I couldn't help but laugh.

"Come spit it out Jake." I encouraged him; it was easy for him to tell me his troubles so it was for me.

He laughed with me and then spoke. "Well I don't know what's happening it seems like there's a fever of bidbidi-babidi-boo whacky madness spreading around the reservation, first Paul with my sister and then Quil and Embry too, I sometimes don't know what to do Bells they have this looks, Ugh! You have to see them."

"And what's the problem Jacob?"

He reflected my answer for a second and then he answered:

"I really don't know what the problem is." I could see that he was truly confused, that he was wondering why this was upsetting to him.

"You told me that it was natural don't you? You knew that this was going to happen, sooner or later Jake, your friends were the first to bat that's all." I knew that imprinting was something natural in the werewolf mythology; Jacob had explained it to me. Even though it didn't seemed rational that teenager wolves were imprinting on 2 year old from what Jacob explained it wasn't bad, they were going to be whatever the person they imprinted on wanted.

"It's easy for you to say Bells; you can choose who you want to be in love with but I wonder…" He was staring me deeply in the eyes, as if trying to force something, his eyebrows frowned lot more that they were before.

"I'm not going to blow up Jake stop trying." I tried to make a joke out of this, though I knew why he stared at me that way, to see if I was the one he should imprint on, I wasn't.

He laughed and then looked away.