Chapter Five

I tried to explain to my father that it would be best if I stayed home the following weekend, and missed the bonfire that supposedly was going to answer all the un-answered questions. He refused, but after many pleas, and random sobs, He agreed. I would have to repay him for that later.

I didn't tell him about me and Jacob. I couldn't. When I told him that Jacob had- uh, Imprinted on me, He looked thrilled and something in his eyes screamed 'FINALLY'. I couldn't bear to see his reaction when I told him that I would not be seeing Jacob, not anytime soon. I mean, its not like I could just go up to him and say "Our trip was a waste. I hate my Imprinter, he's in love with someone else, and I hate everything about his God forsaken reservation. Oh well, maybe things will work out for Matt. Oh wait, he's a freaking WEREWOLF."

Yeah, not exactly a conversation opener.

My mom, on the other hand, has no idea what is going on. And my dad won't tell her, well he keeps saying "later" and "not right now". But in dad's terms that's a, "I'm not going to tell you, so I'm just going to keep holding it off and saying that I will…but I wont." So my mom's in the dark, and will probably remain that way, for God only knows how long.

I've only been in La Shove for a couple of weeks and so far, its sucked.

I don't know what I expected when I went to school the following Monday. But I didn't expect the looks I received from everyone. Its like they all knew what had gone down last weekend, every single part of it. They parted the halls when I would walk through, like if they touched me someone was going to pulverize them. And I had feeling it was about me and Jacob.

And I certainly did not like it…

"Mack, wait up." Embry said clearly behind me, bringing me back to earth, and probably saving me from a face full of door.

"What. Come to look at me weird too?" I said, narrowing my eyes. I didn't need his thoughts or opinions or compassion. I needed him and everyone else under the sun to leave me the hell alone.

"No I-" but I cut him off. Some girl was staring at like I had just said that Justin Bieber was dead.

"What are you looking at?" I narrowed my eyes at her, "take a F-ing picture, it'll last longer." She scurried away, probably scared I was going to burst into a werewolf like my brother. I frowned, I shouldn't have done that.

"Mackenzie." Embry scolded.

"My day has not been easy." I mumbled as an excuse and started towards Art.

"And it will continue to get worse if you don't stop acting like it's the end of the world." he continued, right on my heels.

"I don't need your advice right now." I growled, well…not literally.

"Why? Because I'm like him and your brother?" he said, his voice agitated.

I spun around and pointed a finger in his chest, "You better watch who you talk about. I don't give a flying a shit about you or pack, but leave my brother out of it." I said, poking his chest harder. It hurt me more than it hurt him.

"News flash, he is apart of the pack. And so are you, so get over it. Whether you like it or not, you will always be a Quileute, and you and Jake will be together."

I scowled at him, "We'll see about that." I turned on my heal, and trudged down the hall.

"You can't hide from the inevitable forever Mackenzie." He called after me.

"Oh yeah?" I yelled back, "Watch me."

"Mack-" but he stopped when he saw my middle finger high in the air and facing straight at him.

I don't know what's gotten over me lately. I've started cussing more, I flipped off my best friend, and I cursed my father out. I've turned into…for lack of better words, a badass. And that is not me. Tomboy? Yes. Badass? No.

I've skipped school almost everyday this past week, I'm currently failing all my classes, except Art. I torched the only picture of me and my grandfather. I beat the living shit out of the '69. I never watch sports anymore. I listen to more metal and punk music than I did before. I don't show emotion anymore. I barely speak, and if I do I'm either yelling at you, or cussing. I've become an insomniac, and the late nights/early morning are spent either crying in self pity or drawing until my hand cramps up.

So wait, I'm both a badass and an Emo.

Whoop-Di-Fucking-Do.

"Mackenzie, breakfast." my father called from somewhere downstairs in the kitchen. His voice sounded tired, probably from racking his brain for reasons of my sudden behavior. And he has probably come up short each time. I truly feel bad about it, but it is his fault. I grumbled, and turned the volume up on my iPod as if it could block out the world.

From my peripheral I seen Matt open my door, "Dad said breakfast." he yelled. He probably had repeated himself louder each time to get the sentence through the heavy guitar riffs that was deafening my hearing.

"Get out." I glared, turning down my iPod. I did not want to become deaf.

He glared back, and slammed the door. "Your bitch of a daughter isn't going to eat." He yelled as he tromped down the stairs, I could hear dad scolding him.

I laid across my bed, glaring at my ceiling.

Just when I was about to let overdue sleep from the last three days take over me, my ear buds where snatched out of my ear, and I was thrown over a heavy warm shoulder. I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"Shut up before you bust my eardrums." Embry yelled. I stopped yelling, not because he told me to, but because the yelling was not helping the dizziness from being upside down.

"It's making my head hurt." I moaned, my voice sounding hoarse from not talking as much. He flipped me so he was carrying me bridal style. I glared at him as hard as I could, but it didn't seem to faze him.

After a lot of refusing, cursing, and fighting back; I found myself sitting in the warm sand of First Beach.

"You'll thank me later for this." Embry said from behind me.

I turned in his arms to glare at him, "And later you'll also find my foot up your-"

"Well, well, well. Look who finally decided to join the world again." I spun around quickly, and threw a death glare at Paul. He laughed and sat next to Embry and I.

"I though it was Jacob who-" Quil started, his face just as confused as his voice.

"Shut the fu-" I began, but Embry tightened his arms around me, cutting me off.

"She's being difficult. If I let her go, she'll just leave." He sighed, "Besides I went through Hell just get her in car. I'm not just going to let that go."

I glared back at him, "I hate you."

"Right now," he glared back, "the feeling is mutual."

I huffed, crossed my arms, and faced forwards again. Paul and Quil giggling like school girls on either side of me and Embry.

I hated our current position. Not because I didn't like being this close to Embry, but because I was being held against my will. And also because the weird looks everyone gave us. To most, it probably looked like we where in a relationship, but we are far from it. I was currently positioned between his legs, his arms propped up on his knees, and his hands connecting a few inches form my collarbone; my legs crossed "Indian-style", my arms crossed as well, and with a expression of pure hate on my face.

But the thing I hated most, was the look on Jacob's face when he arrived. It tore me into, and I wish it didn't.

"I believe Jacob wants to rip your through out." Seth said, squatting beside Embry.

"I'd be happy for him to take my place." Embry grumbled, stretching his legs out straight, leaning forward, and dropping his hands to set on my crisscrossed legs.

I could clearly hear Jacobs growl from across the bonfire.

"Well…why don't you let me free and stretch?" I offered.

"I'm not stupid Mackenzie." Embry stated, his voice monotone.

"You could've fooled me." I muttered, resting my head on my palm.

"Watch it." Embry growled.

"Or you'll go all 'wolfy' right?" I said sarcastically, putting up air-quotes. Embry responded with a low growl that sent a chilling shiver down my spine.

Jacob obviously, took as a… sexual thing, because next thing I know he is up and stopped straight towards us. His face hard with anger.

"Jacob…" Sam warned, but he didn't respond.

He grabbed my arm and pulled my up, crushing the front of my body to his side, "what in the hell do you think your doing?" He seethed, his arm tightening around my back, his other hand firmly on my shoulder.

"Jacob," Embry calmly said while standing to his feet, "It's not what you think…"

"Well then what is fuck is it?" he growled.

"J-J-Jacob." I stuttered, in both fear and the closeness of our bodies. His brown eyes turned to me, unleashing their full power. My body felt like Jell-O, and if it wasn't for his arm, I would probably be a puddle on the ground. "It's really not what you think." I whispered, finally finding my voice.

His eyes softened, but then hardened again, "If your going to sit with anyone like…that…its going to be me."

"But-" I tried to argue.

"It's going to be me."

I didn't feel like arguing so I just sighed.

"We cool?" Embry finally spoke after an awkward silence.

Jacob narrowed his eyes, "I don't think so."

"Jacob-" Embry tried to defend his case.

"Lets, er, talk about this later…" I murmured, trying to hold of a fight that was eventually going to happen. But still quite aware of Jacob's body pressed tightly against me.

Boy, was this going to be one heck of a "Family Meeting".