Alright; I started writing this all the way in September 2013 and I have neglected to even finish/open the document up until August 2014 (OVER a year, jesus). So, I'll bid you all a delayed Happy Holidays /New Year/Valentines/Spring/Summer/4th of July. But, I assure to all of you who have stuck around even with my terrible updating habits that there is not much left of this story and it will come to a closure. So that means you don't have to wait

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**Mimeofthemind

(yes, I changed my user again)

Lakota's point of view:

"Poor Lakota…she's stuffing her face with ice cream to vent her inner most despair and pain," Kim cries out, her hands clasped together up against her chest, a faraway look in her eyes as she seemingly stares right through me. Kim, Jared's girlfriend that I once thought to be totally aloof and shy, has proven me wrong. Turns out; Kim isn't shy at all, she just has to get comfortable before she popped out her weird personality. Like a pimple or something. A pimple-like personality that I'm thoroughly convinced belongs in some angst-y teenage romance book or the advice column in a magazine. Seriously, her advice, no matter how misdirected, made me feel uncharacteristically inspired; to do what, I'm not sure. But her face has got to have hurt by now with how hard she's been grinning for the past hour. Don't get me wrong, Kim's nice and I respect her and her individuality, but something tells me it would be best not to mingle too much…or be alone with her in a room without windows; just saying.

The glint in her eyes was just…disturbing. Especially considering the fact that she's here for the sole purpose to console a heartbroken, teenage girl (a.k.a. me) and has done nothing but gush and squeal over my 'angst-ridden werewolf love story'. Avoiding eye contact I shovel a good spoonful of ice cream in my mouth as an excuse not to socialize with her.

Seeing as I wasn't going to respond, Seth, who I've officially dubbed as 'one of the girls' sighs and shakes his head, looking very much put-out with everything.

"No…that's just…Lakota." Rachel, sitting on my left, clicks her tongue in agreement, but looks vaguely annoyed with the whole situation. Not that I can blame her, you know? It sucks to disown your only brother. Not that I would know, being an only child and what-not…but it has got to suck, ja feel?

Quil, who had been nice enough not to complain about my snot on his shirt -specifically the armpit region- had brought me to the Clearwater's house under my direct order to see Seth. It turns out that the whole pack was there anyway…well, not anymore, after seeing my undeniable make-up smears and probably sensing every possible depressing feeling there is, Leah –of all people – had kicked all of the guys out. Well, except Seth, because as I've said, he's one of the girls.

Anyways, the only reason I had wanted to talk to Seth was about that stupid imprinting thing because obviously it was broken or something. Jacob still fails to tell me about the whole thing and he's giving his attention all to Bella; which, at first, was annoying – but now it was getting downright shady. If you ask me, Bella's probably the one he imprinted on, and I felt Seth was the go-to guy for some kind of refund. That, and he's the one friend that I trusted the most (not that Embry and Quil weren't reliable, but them growing up with Jacob and me could make a conversation like that uncomfortable) to bitch to about my relationship with Jacob whilst being able to give me input from a male perspective. So far all I've gotten out of him was some really sad looks and head shaking.

It was by pure coincidence that every female of the pack happened to be there as well. This is not necessarily a bad thing, because they each had their own little way of comforting me; by that, I mean that I got a lot of comfort food, and seeing as Jacob nearly starved me all night I was more than grateful. It was by some kind of miracle that I didn't burst out into tears again the second food hit my taste buds.

Actually, never mind, now that I think about it, there was some sniffling. But, Jesum, can you blame a girl?

"Look, Kota, you and I both know how stupid Jacob is," Rachel starts, scooting over to sit next to me on the couch and very slowly patting me on the back. For some reason it makes me hold back the urge to cry again. Naturally, growing up, I figured I'd never let something as stupid as 'a broken heart' make me upset, because it's stupid right? Plenty o'lady skirts in the sea is all I'm saying. Jacob is one lady skirt of many. Jacob is a third of my best friend group growing up. Jacob freaking Black has been around just as long as the dinosaurs for all I know; that's how long I've known the kid.

But I don't know? The idea that Jacob Black, the boy who was family way back when and had my back way back when decides that I'm not important enough hurts a lot. Sure, sure, vampires are a big deal, but it's not like the vampire business is his problem.

I'm his problem is all I'm saying. I'm his imprint; a.k.a. the sun to his blind man as Seth says. His other half.

One that he's willingly ignoring and neglecting because there's Bella; the girl who, as kids, liked to string him along and ignore him whilst he ignored me, like, jeesh, can he be any more obvious about the fact that he doesn't want me?

"He won't even tell me I'm his imprint," I sniffle, only just realizing that I had cut Rachel off mid rant about how stupid Jacob really is. I hadn't even known she was talking. Or, well, it seems nobody was talking now. The second I whipped out the 'imprint' word everyone got strangely silent. Also their sad looks got sadder. Not okay.

"Uh," Seth starts, scratching the back of his neck whilst Leah narrows her eyes from the corner of the room.

"How do you know about you being his imprint if he didn't tell you?" Ah right, that was supposed to be a secret. Although not much of one if the majority of the wolves in the pack already know that I know. But judging from Seth's panicked expression he didn't want Leah to know that I knew. Probably cause Leah would figure out that the only reason I knew was because Seth opened his mouth.

I reckon he'd get grounded or something for that?

Seth starts flailing a little bit, looking increasingly panicked and very much obvious as if he realized how likely it is he could get in trouble. In some ways, it makes me feel better. You know, watching someone else getting emotionally distressed.

"I didn't know!" he finally yells when he realizes he's got everyone's attention, plopping down to sit in the middle of the floor, "Kota was all weird after Jake kissed Bella…or Bella kissed Jake, and I just thought…I don't know? Is it a girl thing, an imprint thing? It just came out and I didn't know it was a secret!" Leah looks really annoyed now, but nowhere near her usual angry. I guess it's not that hard to believe that she's got a soft spot for her own brother, even if he does fuck up now and again. Because in a way, fucking up is kind of a cute look on the kid.

Taking pity, and being the generous person that I naturally was, I scoop up a glob of ice cream on my spoon and hold it out to the kid. And Rachel, being…Rachel, takes the spoon away as well as the ice cream carton and sets it on the coffee table.

And cue the collection of sad sighs shared around the room.

Reluctantly, and I mean, very reluctantly I look up from my staring contest with the ice cream carton to look at Rachel.

"You have to talk to Jacob," she says solemnly, and, guessing from her sudden sigh I must have a disgustingly pathetic facial expression. For all she knows it could be because she took away my ice cream, not because she said Jacob's name. Or even the idea of talking to Jacob. Yeah…sad, pathetic look is because I don't have comfort food; food before dudes or whatnot. Oh, Jesum, I'm not even fooling myself. My first boyfriend and I already don't know how to cope with my feelings. I'm in denial, terrible denial that makes everyone around me sad and sympathetic.

To be perfectly honest, I don't like myself right now at all.

The Lakota I used to know would've called Jake out on his sad nugget behavior right in front of a coven of vampires instead of acting petty and stubborn. Not to say I wouldn't have done that anyways, but at least I would've been productive. Instead what do I do? Collapse into tears and snot?

"I'm pathetic," I admit, bowing my head forward and resting it on Rachel's shoulder. The girl actually scoffs. Scoffs! Since when does that make a girl in emotional turmoil feel better?

"Yes, yes you are."

"Okay, hold up!" Kim speaks up, somehow squeezing herself into the space between Rachel and I, "this," she starts, point between the two of us, "is good. It's very good. A fantastic idea; I can't believe I hadn't thought of it."

"What?" I'd say Seth sounded confused enough for all of us.

"Oh Seth," Kim tsks, shaking her head, "don't you see? Rachel and Lakota. Lakota and Rachel. Two unlikely beauties find love and kick the undeserving boy to the curb!"

She's lost it and I don't know which one of us is going to have to tell Jared. Wincing, Rachel pulls back to glare at Kim.

"I know you think you're helping, but you're not helping." Kim rolls her eyes.

"Okaaaaaay, plan B? Get some nice gentleman caller to sweep Lakota off her feet. Make sure Jacob knows about it, roll the jealousy card if you know what I'm saying," she giggles, elbowing both Rachel and me with a two eyed wink. Or maybe she just blinked, I don't know. Either way, Rachel looks even more peeved off than before.

"Again, Kim, not helping. We want Lakota and Jacob to work out their issues, not cause more issues. This isn't a drama we're making here!"

"It could be," she grumbles, crossing her arms and…looking at me. She's looking at me. Dear Jesum what do I do?

"No," Rachel says firmly, shoving Kim back and all the girl does is shrug with a small, satisfied grin on her face, "Lakota is going to talk to Jacob. She will voice her insecurities and her thoughts on his treatment towards her as well as her knowledge towards the imprint. And Jacob will listen. I can guarantee he will listen." I raise an eyebrow a bit skeptically, the idea of having a sit-down and talk sounding really…unappealing.

"And what about the whole Bella thing?" I whisper, really not wanting to bring it up, but at the same time not feeling like it was a good idea to ignore it. I can be smart and intuitive like that.

Rachel snorts in my face.

I try really hard not to be offended, but alas, I can't help but glare.

"Simple," she says, reaching forward and grabbing the ice cream off the coffee table and handing it to me, "Seth will deal with it."