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Jelly-Bean-Jr.**

Lakota's point of view:

I stare down at the dog toy, dog food, and dog collar; sitting down in my usual hunch and staring down at the items. My mind blank and basically drawn to the point of idiocy as I tried to think of something to do with these objects now that I have them. Before I had just planned on teasing Jacob until he snapped or started blushing – but now? I find the exact idea unentertaining and a bit bland. Too old Lakota. I am now a new Lakota; the Lakota who has learned that she is now in power of Jacob Black and can make him bend on her every whim.

The problem? The freaking new Lakota lacks a stupid brain. Which means I can't think of anything but the gift Jacob got me for my birthday. Even worse? I'm starting to wonder about the other parts of the imprint Seth explained. Like Jacob loving me unconditionally, and the whole soul mate thing; which makes no sense considering I have never thought like a teenage girl for as long as I could remember. At least not that stupid, romance stuff; I made sure to stay clear of that particular part of teenage hormones. But now it seems like that's the only thing running through my head.

Jacob loves me? How much? How long? Will we be together forever? And, if so, where the hell was my wedding ring?

Sighing heavily I lean against the foot of my bed, glaring at the dog toy and giving it a squeeze – releasing a comical squeak from said toy. If anything, I really shouldn't be thinking about the lovey dovey crap right now; I should be focused on the whole Bella situation. But, somehow, believe it or not, I find myself growing tired of her. It's to the point where I just want her to go away. Never mind the whole bitch-fit with her, her constant appearance was just bugging the hell out of me. So much that I feel like I could burst into tears if it'd help. Maybe even beg Jacob to never see her again, to never talk or mention, or even think of her again. That'd work right? If I said so?

Then again, the idea of letting Jacob know I was feeling threatened or even possibly jealous of her was ridiculous. And ever since I became Jacob's girlfriend, it seemed Bella was bumped up to the 'best friend' title now that I bumped one up as well. Like a ladder… and any second I expect her to grab my ankle and throw me off; which is why I must constantly kick her in the face to keep her from doing so. Such a desperate thing to do.

I frown and stuff the items in the pet store bag, shoving it under my bed and basically pouting on the floor in the middle of my room. That imprint stuff is just jacked up.

"Knock, knock," Quil opens the door as he says this, not once pausing to hear my answer and just plops his tushy down right next to me. Just like an avocado. Because that's all Quil is, an annoying, furry avocado.

"You know, saying 'knock, knock' isn't the same as knocking. I could've been naked. And dancing. With a pineapple," I point out, rolling my head to the side to watch him, raising both of my eyebrows in a challenge. Quil's expression pinches up a bit, thinking this over and just shrugs, grinning widely in my direction.

"If that was the case; I wouldn't of even bothered to say 'knock, knock'." Scowling I whack him on the arm – not hard enough to hurt him; but definitely hard enough to hurt myself.

"You're a pig," I mumble, burping loudly to express my disgust before closing my eyes when Quil remained silently, his loud, heavy Dark Vader breathing blasting repeatedly. I waited about a minute until I couldn't stand it anymore, opening my mouth to threaten him but he beat me to it.

"Kota?" He asks, glancing at me, "you know… Jacob doesn't mean to upset you. He wouldn't cheat on you with Bella."

"I know," I answer smoothly, but seemed to be ignored as Quil kept going, not once acknowledging me.

"I mean, I guess Bella's pretty, but everyone can clearly tell you're a better choice. You're committed to him and you don't string him along – you're what Jacob needs and Billy is especially happy with how everything's turned out, and so are Rebecca and Rachel. Hell, Embry and I are just like jumping hobbits! This whole thing with you and Jacob has really tied the four of us closer together. And Jake's happy; hasn't been when he phased but you make him happier. He'd never cheat on you," he insists further, the crease between his eyebrows clearly stating that something was still bothering him. But, of course, since I'm not a very compassionate person; I really didn't want him to confide in me with those problems. That's what Embry's for.

"Quil, I know."

"And, besides, Jacob only sees Bella as a sister. He just wanted to protect her from ruining her life with that Edward guy. If you hadn't known, when you become a vampire, you can't undo that shit like, with, medicine or anything. You live forever and you kill things constantly. Plus it's really a hustle, what's the point? Jacob doesn't want to see Bella go down that road. He wants to see her marry a normal guy, someone human, but not him. I guess I was pretty pissed off at him too and all, and I still am, so is Embry, but, hey, he's our friend and we know him better than anyone else. Not you though," he rushes, thinking, "you know him pretty well; and he knows you real well too – so that means he'd never cheat on you," he stresses. Letting out a loud sigh.

Irritated with his rambling I just roll my eyes and stand up, "dude, I know. Jacob doesn't have time to cheat on me, and, besides, I am his imprint after all," I boast, smirking widely. Maybe a bit too excited to have a new vocabulary word and knowing what it means at the same time. Plus I was starting to finally figure out all the stuff that comes with being a wolf, therefor I was now in on their secret. So, Lakota, officially in the loop. Feels oh so good.

"You know about the imprint?" Quil asks, looking a lot more surprised than I would've thought. Nodding a little I frown, wondering if Seth told me something I wasn't supposed to know. But that wouldn't make sense, considering everyone, including the other imprints knew about it.

"Yeah…why?" I ask, looking around in slight alarm, "is this some kind of spy moment where I'm now targeted by the government because I know something I'm not supposed to?" I ask, gapping at him sarcastically before rolling my eyes and shaking my head, leaning back in what I assumed to be a rather relaxed and cool posture, "man, Quil, baby, I invented imprint," I say smoothly, nodding at him. Scowling at me in distaste he shakes his head.

"You're getting dorkier everyday – and not in an entertaining way," he grumbles, crossing his arms. Shrugging I watch him before glancing at my bedroom door.

"Where's Jacob anyways?" I ask, wondering if that nugget actually took Bella home. I frown, deciding that I really didn't like that.

"Don't change the subject – how do you know about imprinting? Did Jacob tell you already? I thought he was going to tell you tonight, why so early?" I pause, shocked. He was going to tell me? Aw, Seth. You spoiler. Clicking my tongue in disapproval at the fact – guess the kid has a nosy side.

"Seth-"

"Seth! Why that little… I always knew something was wrong with him. That cuteness has nothing but pure devilish Leah inside of him. Those Clearwater's, I tell ya'…" I snort, shaking my head at Quil.

"Sounds like someone's been spending waaaay too much time with Old Quil, eh?" I ask, only to receive a scowl from him, "besides, what's so wrong with that? If Jacob was going to tell me anyways…."

"No. You don't understand. Imprint is an- the important thing about us wolves. We want to be the ones to admit our secrets and undying love to our imprints – not someone else from the pack," he scowls, shaking his head, "Jake is going to be pissed."

I pause, thinking this over. As much as I really hate being stuck in the middle of conflict. You know, me being such a peaceful person and all… I'd really hate to get stuck between the obvious fight with Jacob and Seth. But, alas, I know Jacob will have no mercy on the cuteness of Seth's face. One of which I must protect because, even though it was in the past, he used to be my new claimed best friend in the wrench days.

"He should be fine. As long as we don't tell him and I act surprised when he tells me about the imprint," I object, waving my hand around. Quil frowns, raising an eyebrow.

"Are you sure it's a good idea to keep a secret from Jake?"

"Of course. He'll never know."