First day of school -_- And yes, this means either it's 6 o'clock in the morning as I wait for the bus to come strolling by – or I just returned. Whichever; today is going to suck :P

As for the whole Lakota/Jacob/Bella thing? I know this story is Jacob and Lakota and you're wondering 'why the hell was Bella's point of view in there'? My answer to that? It's just too darn fun to create pretend drama :D

…I'm sure you guys are going to love this scene. WHERE JACOB TELLS BELLA ABOUT IMPRINTING! –Lol xD Bet'cha know what's next, huh?

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**PipTheOrphan**

Lakota's point of view:

"Jacob? Can we talk, please?" No, no you cannot. I whipped my head to look over at Bella, very much angered to see her giving Jacob some sort of dopey, wide-eyed 'I'm about to cry' look. I scowled. Bella may be taller than me, and older, but if you count my maturity against hers I'd say I was a good 3 years ahead of her. Plus I could take her down. It was easy enough. Then again, girls were considerably harder to beat u. Or…at least it's harder to get away trouble free. I mean, there's only few girls in existence that know how to take a punch without running off and crying. Guys at least try to protect their dignity and pride and say they were jumped or some exciting shit like that. They wouldn't dare say, 'a girl just beat me up'. That sentence would never look too pretty coming from any man's mouth.

"Didn't you already talk to him?" I asked, frowning. Feeling nausea bubble in my throat. Someone was obviously up to no good. Which means my handy and spectacular eavesdropping skills are in order. She wants to talk to Jacob? She's gonna have to talk to me too.

"I-" Bella paused, glancing between Jacob and I before taking in a deep breath, seeming rather determined, "this is important. It can't wait." Well then…

"Oh," I said, pretending to understand as I looked between the two of them," well, Bells, if it's that important than, yeah…sure. Go ahead." See that? Amazing acting skills right there. Bella actually looked rather surprised, giving me a startled expression as she blinked several times. Turning around I smiled at a confused and skeptical Jacob, him watching me rather closely.

"Jacob, baby, you know I can't stand the staring," I said seriously, shaking my head. Jacob returned the gesture, leaning in closer so he was whispering right in my ear, his warm breath washing over the side of my face.

"What are you doing?"

"You did say to play nice," I smiled toothily, tilting my head to the side as I clasped my hands behind my back. Not that such a position really convinced Jacob. He's known me long enough to understand that I was, indeed, up to trouble. But, hey, he was used to it. Besides, him being a 200 pound, beefy werewolf kind of prevented me from beating him up physically. Because, hell, you saw what he did to my paddle ball! And I honestly wasn't into the whole emotional manipulating thing…but I do use the silent treatment awfully a lot lately. Something Jacob cannot stand? My silence. Silence is never good…silence is that one part in a horror movie where the murderer decides to show up. Not when there's a branch knocking on the window, not when a pet cat runs across the room. No…when it's silent. Creepy as hell, if I must say.

"Lakota? My Kota? The Lakota Dyani Jones; playing nice? And I thought I'd never see the day." Such a drama queen that boy is, exaggerate every little thing I do why don't you? I rolled my eyes, leaning up against the fridge as Bella grabbed onto Jacob's wrist –I wanted to bite her freaking hand off– and led him outside, glancing back at me over her shoulder every few seconds. Narrowing my eyes suspiciously I waited a few seconds, very much aware of every pair of eyes on me.

"You're going to follow them, right?" Quil asked, nervously glancing at the door the two disappeared behind.

"Yep," I stated, popping the 'p'. I mean, get a grip people. What kind of person would I be if I didn't follow them? A respectful kind, that's what.

And we all know that's not me.

"Talk to you guys later," I sang, skipping out the door and into the very depressing weather. To think the sun would show up during my birthday, you know? But noooooo it has to go and be a bitch. I scoffed, making out the outline of both Bella and Jacob's bodies walking down the street. Okay, maybe not Bella's, but Jacob's big ass was kind of hard not to see.

Bella's point of view: (Don't get me wrong…I hate Bella, but this scene is a lot easier to write in her point of view)

I couldn't understand what Lakota was up to, why she gave in so easily. She was up to something. I bit my bottom lip nervously, glancing up at Jacob as he looked straight ahead, a faraway look in his eyes. Was he thinking about me? Was he thinking about her?

"What are you thinking about?" I whispered uncertainly, playing with the hem of my shirt as I glanced up at him. He was so much taller than I remembered. I know he was a werewolf or, shapeshifter, but he was just…so much taller than Edward. He was warmer than Edward. But Edward; Edward was so much more classy. Jacob was the kind of boy you'd meet as a rebound, Edward was the real deal. But with Jake…we had history. And I loved him – he just had to understand that. Edward may be it, Edward may be the man I'll marry and have eternity with, but I loved Jacob too. I loved him so much. He had to know that; he had to know that Lakota couldn't love him like I loved him. I was better for him, she wasn't.

"You know how much Lakota eats? And how much I eat?" Jacob asked, smiling widely. I furrowed my brow, not exactly sure but nodded anyways. Even then it seemed my answer, whether it to be yes or no, wouldn't make a difference. He seemed more concentrated on talking to himself other than me. He was still too far away.

"I was thinking…our kids will definitely be a handful when it comes to food," I swallowed thickly, the tears brimming my eyes as the hole in my chest burned darkly. Almost like it was laughing in my face. The sentence echoing in my head, 'our kids'. He was already thinking about kids? With her? What if she couldn't give him kids? Not the way I could. I shook my head, the first tear falling as we stopped walking, standing right in the middle of an abandoned beach. Jacob looked down at me, frowning at the tear before he slowly wiped it away with his thumb, curiosity straining against his beautiful face. I stared up at him, biting my bottom lip before ducking my head slightly. Looking up at him from under my eye lashes. Trying to gain enough courage and strength to keep the tears away. I had to be strong when I told him; I couldn't let my emotions get in the way.

"What's wrong, Bells?" he asked, giving me a worried look. I shook my head, taking in a deep gulp of air before shakily reaching out for his hand, gently placing it on my cheek and holding it there. Trying to give him a sign, something, anything to tell him that I was going to fight for him. That I loved him more than anyone else could, in the simple gesture I wanted to tell him that he'll always have a place in my heart, and I'll fight anything to keep him there. I'll fight for a spot in his heart.

"Why?" I whispered, taking in his slightly horrified, but mostly confused face. Jacob slowly eased his hand away, breaking my heart further to nothing but pieces.

"Why what? Bella I don't…not anymore," Jacob shook his head, seeming to catch onto what I was trying to tell him. Something words could never express. But what he didn't understand, all those times he tried to convince me that I loved him, that he loved me too. I could still see it. No matter how small that part may be growing, he still loved me. I knew it, he just had to.

"Jacob what happened between us? I thought you loved me? You said you'd fight for me," I whispered, grabbing his hand again and holding it against my heart that was beating embarrassingly fast. Jacob smiled sadly, gently easing his hand away from my grasp for the second time. I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling the pain increase as several tears streaked down my cheeks. What happened to my Jacob? Where was he?

"Bella," he whispered, cupping my face and bringing it up so he was looking directly at me, "you love Edward, and I love Lakota. I love her so much. And, yes, maybe I did love you but that was in the past, we chose our directions. It's time we let go," he whispered, letting go of my face and taking a step back, giving me a sad little smile. I shook my head, closing my eyes tightly. I was dreaming, this couldn't be the end. Jacob and I were supposed to go further than this. We were supposed to last forever. He was my best friend; my Jacob.

"You couldn't have, it was too fast, Jacob. Why now? Why don't you love me now? Why now?" Jacob smiled slightly, shaking his head and giving a short chuckle.

"That's the same question Lakota asked," anger fueled my body, making the tears become hot with rage. Was he comparing me to her now? Was I not good enough? So now he had to compare me to her?

"She's not me!" I spat out, making Jacob's face harden into a frown.

"And you're not her," he returned just as easily, but less forcefully. I gasped, feeling a whole new kind of rejection grasp at my chest, clawing its way out.

"Jacob…" I whispered, completely dejected, "I love you," I continued, biting my lip and looking out towards the ocean. Why didn't he understand? Why won't he listen? Did he have to be so stubborn…?

"I loved you too, Bella."

"Loved," I scoffed, shaking my head and giving him my best glare, "am I not good enough now? What changed Jacob! ?" I shouted, taking a step towards him through my anger. This wasn't what was supposed to happen, he's not seeing clearly.

"I imprinted," he replied calmly, my anger not effecting him in the slightest. He was far away again, much too far away. It was like I couldn't reach him, something…

"Imprinting?" I asked, trying to calm myself down like he had. We couldn't fight, that's not what we do. We don't fight. Jacob sighed a little, chuckling to himself before a permanent smile settled on his face. Looking completely at ease as he tucked his hands in his pockets, grinning out into the ocean.

"Do you know Sam and Emily…?" I nodded mutely, watching him now, "You know the connection they have? The lovey dovey looks? The way they move together? That's imprinting. Imprinting is…a blind man seeing the sun for the first time. The second you see her nothing else matters. It's just her…only her."

"Sounds forceful," I whispered quietly, watching the smile drop.

"It's not, there's always that feeling, knowing that you can depart from her. But you don't want to. There's no need to. She's the girl you know you love forever, she's the sun to the dark-"

"The peanut to your jelly?" I asked, irritated now. Jacob laughed, shaking his head.

"Yeah…I guess. But, honestly, she's more like the jelly to my peanut," I frowned, toeing the sand.

"You sound like you know the feeling."

"I do," he answered shortly, the smile returning full force, almost as if it never disappeared in the first place.

"Lakota?" I breathed disbelievingly, a dark clutch ripping at my chest angrily. At it wasn't a little prick this time, it was a rip. A Band-Aid being torn off skin. This pain was almost too painful to be mended.

I've lost him.

I bit my lip, taking a step towards Jacob. But I had to at least try. I had to find him again, I had to find my Jacob. Taking in a hesitant breath I clumsily, yet shakily hooked my arms around his neck, taking him off guard as I quickly guided his lips down to meet mine.

To show him that, imprint or not, I'll be here.