Chapter two :) …anyways, I just wanted to apologize because I told myself I'd give credit to my reviewers on the last chapter of "What a Twisted Happy Ending". I. Didn't. -_- So I must do that now! Reviewers from Book 1 of Jacob/Lakota! :D (No anonymous reviews written:\ I see no point seeing as they are…anonymous ;p but thanks anyways KISSES!;))

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**PipTheOrphan**

Lakota's point of view:

"Talk to me. Come on, talk to me. I know you're not mad. Talk. Talk. Come on. Come on," Jacob repeated, poking my arm with his large, beefy finger. Somehow, after 2 hours after opening Rebecca's rather…personal present Jacob found his way back into the party. Knowing fairly well 2 hours was more than enough for me to get over the whole scene. And I was over it. I was completely and totally over it. Now that I think of it…it was pretty funny; freaking hilarious to be exact. But I'll be damned if I give Embry and or Quil the satisfaction. As for Jacob…? Still sorta awkward. I mean, I kind of did expect him to get…ideas, but the fact that he didn't even try to hide it irks me. Therefor I hid my way in the highest tower – A.K.A the closet with Sarah's fur coat. All the while I entertained myself with a paddle ball that Paul had given me wrapped in newspaper. Having successfully bounced the ball against the paddle about 32 times in a row. Or at least I was until Jacob squeezed his fat ass in the closet and started to poke me.

With a nice side dish of 'buggin' the fuck out of me'. It was like he had no sense of personal space, whatsoever. Maybe I liked playing with a childhood toy alone in a dark closet with various furry coats. But noooooo, someone's just gotta screw that up, don't they?

"Kotaaaaaa," Jacob whined loudly, poking me in the stomach. I flinched backwards as I resisted the urge to giggle; the bastard knew all my weak points.

"Kota," Jacob whispered, his mouth close to my ear, "talk to me? Yeah, come on. Talk. Talk. Kota? Kota? Jones? Lakota Dyani Jones…talk," he continued to chant in my ear, his finger now poking me in the ribs, bicep, forearm, stomach, thigh, cheek, forehead, and neck.

"I know you're not mad," he continued, going silent for about a second before he literally stuck his tongue out and licked the side of my face, thus making some sort of invisible cord in my head snap.

"What!" I yelled, smacking him on the shoulder with my wooden paddle ball.

Thus breaking the wooden paddle ball.

I stared in utter horror at my broken toy, feeling the tears prick at my eyes. The paddle ball barely got to live a good life…

"Look what your muscular, hott, beefy shoulder did!" I spazzed out, continuing to beat Jacob with my already broken birthday present. Jacob, however, seemed to find this funny as he began laughing. Knowing very well that I wasn't all that pissed. Just really, really annoyed. And maybe a bit tired. But, hey, it was my freaking party – I can do what I want. Even if that means crying, laughing, spitting, or just downright ignoring everyone.

"I'll get you a new one, I swear," Jacob chuckled, taking the broken wood and discarded rubber ball away from me gently while he smiled. I smiled back regardless, leaning up against him as I sighed, my annoyance with him slowly fading away.

"So…where's my present?" I asked innocently, blinking up at Jacob's cocky grin.

"It's at your house, hidden in a place only you can find," Jacob tapped my nose happily, giving me a peck on the lips with a happy sigh. I grunted in return, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Is that just some ploy to keep me busy so you can buy yourself more time to actually get me my present?" I challenged, only to have him wink in return.

"That's a secret," he whispered lowly, making those tummy flutters return full force. Just when I thought they were gone, "I love that," Jacob confessed just as lowly, putting his hand over my heart, a calm smile stretching across his face. Before he closed his eyes, resting his forehead on mine.

"My boob?" I asked skeptically, making Jacob shake his head slightly, before shrugging.

"I was talking about your heartbeat – but, yeah, I like your boobs too." I wish I had my paddleball back – then I could beat him with it. I glared, covering my chest as I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Dream on."

"Every night," I stared at Jacob for a while, giving him a blank expression before I got up.

"I hate your face," I muttered darkly, opening the closet door and skipping my way down the stairs. What I didn't expect, though, was…a certain someone standing in the middle of the living room. My eyes widened and my stomach dropped.

"Kota why'd you- oh. Hey Bells." Maybe this was a little dramatic, but, I could've sworn any happy feeling I've ever experienced in my entire life melted away. Anger, hatred, and disgust moving towards a single person in the middle of Jacob's living room. And on my birthday. My stomach twisted, and I felt like I wanted to throw up…on her face.

"Hey Jake and…Lakota," Bella said simply, a happy smile on her face. I wanted to claw it right off.

"Who is this 'Lakota' you speak of?" I taunted, moving my way towards the life sized stuffed wolf Embry got me. Picking it up as I hugged it possessively against my chest. Jacob watched me, slightly amused, and the other part in awe.

"Sorry about, Kota, she's a little cranky. My sister-"

"Rachel?" Bella guessed, making Jacob shake his head.

"Rebecca. She got Lakota some, eh…" blush spread across his cheeks as he glanced over at me, and all I could do was smile wickedly as I answered for him.

"She got me some condoms!" I enthused, making Bella's face flush.

"Aren't you guys a little too…young?" She asked carefully, giving Jacob a pointed look before giving me a look crossed between disgust and…well, mostly disgust. But, she could screw off, she wasn't my mom or anything. I'll have sex if I want to!...which I don't…not now at least…but. Mleh, you get it.

"It was a joke," Jacob put in lightly, smiling reassuringly. I pouted, whining like a little kid.

"Does that mean you don't want to have sex with me?" I complained, just as Embry walked into the living room. His eyes widened as he glanced between me and Jake, skipping over Bella entirely.

"Jake, man, I told you she wanted you!" Embry boasted, slapping Jacob hard on the back while Jake covered his face with his hands. Obviously trying to hide his blush – or smile. Whatever expression that smart ass is holding.

"Embry…get out. Kota," Jacob turned to look at me, shaking his head, "you get a time out," I blanched, spluttering.

"What? That's not fair! It's my birthday, I don't-"

"Time out," Jacob nodded, pointing towards the kitchen. I shook my head in protest, only to have Jacob sigh heavily, pointing once more towards the kitchen door.

"Think about what you said," I frowned, sluggishly complying.

"Goldfish juice," I mumbled under my breath. Leaving the room I entered the kitchen, coming face to face with the rest of the pack, Embry's very warm arm wrapping around my shoulders before he ruffled my hair, deciding that he'd rather take a seat and rest his butt then stand with me in the middle of the kitchen. Rude…

"What's she doing here?" I sighed, sitting next to Billy and my dad. Billy sighed, giving me a hearty pat on the back.

"Bella just wanted to see Jacob – invite him to her graduation as well as the rest of the pack. She means well," Billy smiled, making me frown.

"She got me a time out," I objected, making Billy raise a brow.

"How old are you turning again, sweetheart?" He questioned teasingly. I scoffed, rolling my eyes as I easily snatched up the rest of his cake, shoving the whole thing in my mouth before I started talking, crumbs spilling out onto the plate.

"What? She doesn't want to wish me a happy birthday? Besides; why is she still bothering Jacob? Isn't she supposed to be-" swallow, "-cuddling with that pale dude that she calls 'Edward'," I asked, sneering. I guess I get it. Jacob and Bella were somewhat friends, but the way she's treated him in the past irritated me. I tell you, if a guy ever treated me half as badly as she treated Jake I would've handed his ass to him on a platter. No way would I be able to be his friend. I don't know, maybe it's just me but, hey, I do like to think my decisions are the best. What would the world be if they didn't have people such as mwah to knuckle losers like Swan down? It would be a place full of turds, nuggets, lady skirts, and a handful of gremlin poppers. I shuddered, grabbing Paul's glass of milk and gulping it down. What a horrible world that would be…

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were jealous," Paul taunted, snatching his milk back as some of it splashed on the table. Much to Billy's dismay, because, you know, someone's gonna have to clean that up.

I snorted, waving my hand, "jealous? Of what? I mean, I guess she's kinda pretty but, look at me! I'm the whole package, baby. The whole package," Paul shrugged as he sipped at his milk, absently checking Rachel out as she bent down to get a drink from the fridge. Quil stared at me, his brows furrowed as he squinted at me, staring at something on my forehead.

"Is that a pimple?" he asked, still squinting. I pouted, selfconciously putting my side bangs over the pesky blemish.

"No," I mumbled.