Nawwww, you guys are sweet little buttered blue birds;) Now for chapter three, and as the Spanish say 'thrice' –Pfft, we wish :( On other notes, I now currently have the 'Robot Chicken' theme song stuck in my head…how annoying -_- As for the review questions I've decided to answer them right now just in case anybody else had similar questions.
-Someone wanted to know what happened to Kota's mom, and, as said in the first book, her mother had passed away. Leaving Lakota to live with her dad.
-And then another person asked what my opinion on the whole Sam, Emily, Leah fiasco. Considering that in some sick kind of way that they were all technically related. And my opinion? I've never supported Sam and Emily's relationship. I've always felt, as a person, Emily wasn't really that nice. Because…she was too nice. You know the kind of people I'm talking about? Too nice…leads to un-nice things O.o
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**Jelly-Bean-Jr.
Lakota's point of view:
"Happy birthday!" Kim squealed, appearing out of absolutely nowhere as she tackled me in a hug from behind, I squeaked out in shock as Jared stood up, grinning widely as his girlfriend nearly decapitated me with her arm hold around my neck. Choking and half gurgling I pried her hands off from around my neck, causing her to latch around my waist instead as she squealed and hugged me tightly.
"Oh I've got the perfect present for you!"
"Yeah, yeah, woman, just let go," I gasped, finally pealing her off me as I protectively wrapped my arms around my middle, eying the tiny brunette up as Jared grinned, giving her a sweeping kiss, "no kissing at my party," I added angrily, making Jared pull away. Kim grinned, slapping him on the chest and skipping past with an all too cheerful demeanor. Wasn't she supposed to be shy? Jeesh.
"You heard the girl. Lips to yourself," she teased, happily handing me my gift before she made herself comfortable at the table. Jared glared at me, shaking his head in disapproval.
"So you and Jake can smack face and touch tongue but I can't kiss my girl?"
"Exactly," I huffed, unwrapping the gift without a second thought. Staring down at it my jaw popped open, my eyebrows furrowing as I stared at the little circular container. What the-
"What is with you people?" I groaned, slamming the top over it. Kim shrugged, smiling innocently.
"I just thought with you getting older and all…besides, better safe than sorry," she shrugged, giggling a little. The pack all looked over at me, eying me suspiciously before their gaze dropped down to the present. I glared at all of them, holding the gift closed tighter and against my chest. No way was this happening. First the condoms and now…I shook my head, giving Kim a scowl. To think these were the people I hung out with. Jesum! Did they all think I wanted sex already? I mean, Becca isn't even here and even she…gah!
"What's in it?" Embry questioned, leaning over and reaching a hand out to take the present. I snatched it away quickly, giving him my best 'touch it and die' look that he easily shied away from. Deciding to bow his head and eat his cake quietly like a good little boy. Walking backwards and away from them all I keep a watchful eye out for anyone that might make a sudden move. I was so not showing them this. In fact, I'm going to burn the present, every little pill for every little month. One by one. Burned! Ash to ash. Dead, gone, vamoose.
"The things you guys think I want for my birthday just..." I shook my head at Kim, watching her blush and giggle some more, "disgusting," I added. Birth control? I mean, really? It's just…was everyone in La Push expecting me to be this horny? Come on. I have standards!
"Hey Lakota," Jacob grinned, Bella following behind him as he gave me a kiss on the forehead, easily snaking his arm around my waist as Bella stood there…awkwardly. Surprise, surprise. I eyed her up, grasping the nicely decorated present tighter against my chest. I had half the right mind to give this present to her right now. See how she'd react…tempting…very tempting indeed.
"What'cha got there?" Jacob teased, nearly ripping the present out of my hands with complete ease as I went wide eyed. Frozen to the spot as Jacob opened it up. Covering my face with my hands I tried not to scream out of embarrassment. Don't look at his face, don't look at his face, don't look at his face, don't look at his freaking face…Jacob's breath washed over my ear, signaling that he had obviously popped my personal bubble. I could feel his bottom lip brush against my ear as his voice dropped down to a husky whisper.
"We going to use these?" Oh my-
"NO!" I screamed -maybe a bit too loudly- as I slapped him on the chest with all my might. The entire kitchen went quiet, and I mean…quiet, quiet. So quiet that you'd be able to hear a German ghost swearing at Paul. It was just that quiet. Glancing around the kitchen Billy and my dad stared at me, very much shocked at my loud outburst. Paul, Embry, and Quil looked ready to cry from the laughter they were holding in, Rachel and Kim were wide-eyed, but had very large shit-eating grins on their face, and Bella…hell, I didn't even know. The girl was just outright staring. And Jacob... pressing my lips together I glanced up at him, very much relieved to see him smiling wide as ever. And for a moment there I thought I hurt his feelings. Blinking up at Jacob innocently he continued to smile, his wink seeming to be the off button to the silence. And just like that; normal.
"You guys are so weird," I muttered out loud, making Jacob chuckle, tugging at the end of my hair gently.
"But you love us anyways," he sang, I eyed him up, my gaze flickering over to Bella's fidgeting form once before smirking.
"Maybe," Jacob raised an eyebrow, leaning in closer to my face, his hands on my hips.
"Is that a challenge I hear? Because I'd have no problem convincing you," he teased, nipping at my bottom lip. I pouted, resting my forehead on his slightly before giving a little shrug, wrapping my arms around his waist.
"I don't think you could do it, in fact I-"
"Oh for crying out loud! Get a room!" Paul cried out, making me pull back away from Jacob, giving him a glare. The nugget totally ruined the moment.
"And you wonder why Rebecca got you condoms," Rachel giggled, making my cheeks heat up. Gremlin Popper.
Take a large step away from Jacob I ignored his groan of disapproval from him, deciding to look back over at Bella. She was staring at me, oddly enough. I don't know what it was but it was just…I shuddered, sticking my tongue out at her. Bitch gotta learn to keep her eyes to herself.
Bella's point of view: (HOLY GASP!)
My stomach knotted uncomfortably at the sight of Jacob, my Jacob embracing another women. And the sad part was that he wasn't even my Jacob, technically. He used to be. He used to be my sun, the boy- no, the man, that healed me when Edward left. I thought he was my best friend, the guy I could count on. I thought he had loved me, what happened to that? The times he held me, just for the heck of it. The things he whispered in my ear when I felt the hole in my chest tear…what happened to that Jacob? This man…holding another women…he wasn't the Jacob I used to know. He doesn't look at me like he looks at her, it was like overnight his feelings for me disappeared entirely. And all he wanted to do is be with her. I knew I didn't hold a candle to the girl in his arms. She was Quileute – she was part of his tribe. She grew up with him. She had been his best friend first…I was just an unwelcomed guest. And the thing I hated the most? She got in the way. She stood in the middle of Jacob and I. She didn't like me, and I nowhere near liked her. She was mean. Had no respect. She didn't hold her tongue, and she didn't seem to have a sensitive bone in her body. It was just…cockiness. Mean. Conceited.
I knew she'd have Jacob pick one day or another. Me…or her? And she was going to win. But I couldn't let her win. I simply couldn't.
"Maybe," her voice dipped low, barely audible for my ears, but the fact that she was getting closer to my Jacob singed the hole in my chest. It didn't tear like it had with Edward, but it almost burned. The feeling becoming bitter and…raw. I hated her even more.
"Is that a challenge I hear? Because I'd have no problem convincing you." I couldn't listen. Why was I listening? Why had I come here? Just to torture myself?
"I don't think you could do it, in fact I-"
"Oh for crying out loud! Get a room!" I continued to look at her. I wanted to talk to her, I wanted to tell her that she couldn't have Jacob. That Jacob wouldn't love her like he loved me. She may be younger, and she may have roots and connections, but that didn't matter. I was better on the inside. She wasn't. She was like Jessica and Lauren combined; she only wanted to hurt me. Was she using Jacob? My eyes flickered to his face quickly, the hole in my chest burning once again. He wasn't looking at me; it was like I wasn't even there. He was staring at her. Some kid that just turned 17 – not me. A full grown women. 19 should've gave me an advantage to this…I should be the one in the lead.
"And you wonder why Rebecca got you condoms," Jacob's sister laughed. Light, airy, and perfect. I knew the pack was nothing like the Cullen's. They weren't perfect, or flawless enough for that. But they were wonderfully beautiful in their own ways. It was like a family. Living, breathing, and the whole 9 yards. They were alive.
Tears pricked at the back of my eyes, unable to look away as she looked over. It wasn't just a look that questioned my reason for staring, and it didn't show any signs of being uncomfortable from under my stare. It was blank, guarded, and worst of all taunting. When her tongue poked out I knew what I meant. That she had won. She knows what I want, and she's determined to keep it from me.
Lakota was going to take away my Jacob.
"Jacob? Can we talk, please?" I asked, my eye brows furrowing with concern as I glanced back over at Lakota who was watching me now, her brown eyes burning the hole in my chest more to nothing but crisp. Because that look said it all; she wanted me gone. She didn't want me here. She didn't want me talking to Jacob.
But I wasn't going to give up that easily.