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Jacob POV

My imprint, my fucking soul mate, showed absolutely no interest in me! She looked at Embry more than she looked at me. Why what was wrong with me? The universe just wants me to be alone. I haven't seen Delilah in three days and it been killing me. The pack knows I imprinted on her and are trying the think if ways to help me out. So far the best suggestion has come from Paul who said to kidnap her. With the pack being no help, I needed to act on my own. Tonight there was going to be a bonfire at the beach and everyone was going. Including Bella, she has heard from Charlie I was back and called Billy to double check that I would be at the bonfire. I had no interest in talking to Bella. Instead I wanted to talk to Delilah. Her dad was still out of town, so I got into my rabbit and drove to her house. I was going to ask her to the bonfire. I pulled up to the huge mansion and made my way up the driveway. I rang the doorbell and waited. She opened the door and once again I was mesmerized by her beauty.

"Hey Jacob," she said, actually looking into my eyes for once.

"Hey Delilah, I was just wondering if you wanted to come to the bonfire tonight. There is going to be fireworks and stuff," I said a hopeful tone obviously in my voice.

"That's really sweet Jacob, but I'm not sure. I really don't -" I caught on to her tenseness and cut her off.

"I'm not asking you out," I said, damn that came out mean, "I mean we would just go as friends." I looked at her, she had a smile on her face.

"Friends huh? Okay fine. Besides you are like the third person who had come asking if I was going," she laughed.

"Oh so you had already planned on going," I joked.

"of course not your charm convinced me," she said laughing. "I am going to go change really quickly. Make yourself at home."

I sat down on the couch and began to make myself comfortable. Delilah seemed like the type of girl who would take a while to get ready. Surprisingly she came down ten minutes later dressed in skinny jeans, a purple sweater that had "AERO" printed across it, a white shirt underneath and grey converse. Her long hair was tumbling down her shoulders.

"Hey look we are matching," she said while pointing to my black converse.

"I might make you go change," I said laughing. "I was wearing them first."

"Well if anyone asks we just planned this," she smiled.

"So does your dad go out of town a lot?" I asked

"Yeah he is a workaholic. But I make sure he takes it easy and eats right. I have this gift that I can make people do things they don't really want to. Eating a side of spinach with dinner is one of them," she said.

"Yeah I take care of my dad too. But I think he would hit me if I tried to control what he eats," I said imagining Billy throwing spinach at my face.

"You're dad is really nice. He comes over a lot when my dad is home. Apparently they all went to school together," Delilah said.

"Yeah my dad always talks about yours. How he managed to get out of here and make a name for himself. I swear your dad is my dad's motivation," I laughed.

"Please don't tell my dad that. He will never live it down," she replied. She glanced at the clock, we still had a little time before the bonfire. She made her way over and sat next to me on the couch. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure anything," I replied. I would do anything for this girl. She bit her lip and looked away. It seemed like she was struggling to find the words.

"W-what does it feel like w-when you um you phase?" I looked at her in shock. How did she know about werewolves and how did she know I was one of them. "I know about you. My dad is Quileute when Leah, is that her name, phased you're dad told my dad to watch out for anything. My dad explained everything to me after he busted into my room and checked my temperature."

"Its not so bad anymore. I was pretty freaked out when it first happened but now I kind of love it," I stated. Then I thought about something. "Wait if you know about us you still provoked Paul. Do you realize how dangerous that is?" I felt angry about that now, I had seen in play out in Paul's mind.

"That was not provoking. The guy is a douche…oops sorry." she said

"Yeah Paul is a douche, but a dangerous one. Just try not to provoke him please," I pleaded. She looked strangely at me then nodded as if she suddenly understood something.

"So should we get going?" she asked.

"Yeah my car is out front we can take that," I said. Great my piece of crap car.

"No I can drive myself that way you don't have to come back to drop me off," she said quickly. Oh I got it my car isn't good enough for her. I suddenly got angry not because she thought my car was crappy, it was, but because I couldn't give her things she is used to. I was a poor kid and she was rich.

"If you don't want to be in my car just admit it, don't make excuses," I stated coldly. She looked at me shocked that I would say that. Then she smiled just as coldly.

"Fine I don't want to be in your car. But its not cause its crap- I mean old its cause every time Billy comes over he raves about how you would love my blue Lamborghini," said Delilah.

"You have a Lamborghini?" I asked shocked. I drove a beat up old Rabbit and she had a Lamborghini. Thank you universe.

She looked at me and smiled "Do you really think I would move from warm sunny LA to here and not get anything in return? My dad got it for me to "help me adjust" because you know a Lamborghini is just what I need to adjust," Delilah replied. She led me out to the garage and opened the garage door. The garage alone was bigger than my house and inside where at least eight cars. Rich people and their cars.

"How many cars do you guys have?" I asked.

"Too many! I told my dad to take it easy but seriously he is with cars like I am with handbags," she giggled. I noticed the large black bag on her arm. It had a tag on it that said "Betseyville". I shook my head. Rich people.

"Here she is," she said stopping in front of a shiny blue Lamborghini. She turned and smiled at me. "Come on get in." I got into the car. I have never in my life sat on anything so expensive. I didn't even want to breathe. This was like a dream come true I was sitting in a fucken Lamborghini with my imprint. Ok so she still wasn't interested in me but I could change that. "Buckle up." she said. I laughed but listened to her. She coasted through the road while I held on for my life. This woman drove crazy. We got to First Beach faster than we should have.

"Land!" I cried out getting out of the car.

"Oh shut up," she laughed. "I do not drive crazy."

"Yeah all Los Angeles drivers say that." I said. She then playfully slapped my arm. Right as her fingers touched my skin a spark was sent through my body, judging from her eyes she felt it too. "Come one lets go say hi to everyone."

We made our way to the crowd and everyone proceeded to thank Delilah for coming. Every guy there looked at her like she was something to eat. I tensed up when I saw some guy try to hug her, she thankfully brushed him off and made her way back to Quil, Embry and me.

"Wow everyone here is so welcoming. I learned a lot of stories about my dad he is going to hate I know," she said.

"Dude Lyla, half the guys here are staring at you," Quil said. We glanced around to find all the available guys here looking at her.

"It's not me," she said. "it's the things I have. People react to me like this everywhere. I mean its not often you see a sixteen year old with a Lamborghini." When she said this I could sense the sadness in her voice.

"Well if it makes you feel any better Jake here would love you even if you were poor," Embry said. I wanted to punch him for that.

"Yeah Jake doesn't care about your money do you Jake?" Quil said winking at me. I was so going to murder them later.

"Well then I guess Jake is the only friend I have here," she said trying to hide a blush. With that she took my hand and led me away from the guys.