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Embry's Point of View

I don't see how Jamie being gone has anything to do with Jacob's patrolling skills. I could be with Nadia right now!

I could feel a headache coming on.

Do you really want to patrol with Jacob when he's like this Paul?

Paul winced. I see your point. God I hate that Jamie kid. Who knew that Jacob would imprint on such a brat? I can't believe she hasn't come back yet. I mean, have you seen her lately? She's miserable. I don't see why he won't let anyone go and talk to her.

Silently I agreed, but if Jacob wanted it this way…And it wasn't like she wasn't coming back soon. I had seen her lately, due to the fact that Jacob had asked us to swing by her house during patrol, and it didn't look like she could hold up much longer. I gave her, at most, a month. Less, if the girls decided to follow through their plan to visit her. I'd been hearing them whispering about it for the past week.

Suddenly, I smelled her. Jamie. On La Push. Was she coming back?

Finally. Paul groaned.

I followed the scent to a road. I eyed her; she was in a car with another guy. Boyfriend? I pushed the thought away. There was no way she could have a boyfriend with the imprint. He must be her cousin or something.

Yeah, or a friend.

The guy in the car was talking about going to the beach. Please Jamie, come back. You don't know how bad Jacob is. Maybe she would go to the house from the beach…? She saw me, her eyes widening in terror. She asked the boy to put the top up and it was done. Damn it. Jacob would be pissed if he found out we had been seen.

I don't think she's here for Jacob dude.

I couldn't help but agree. But this was such a great opportunity… I'm getting Jacob.

Just so you know, this is not my idea.

I rolled my eyes and loped towards Jacob's house.

After phasing back and dressing, I fished my beat up cell phone out of my pocket. I was surprised it had lasted as long as it had. Two months. I dialed in a number. Quil picked up after two rings.

"Hello?"

"Quil! Does Claire want to go to the beach? Great. Meet you there in fifteen minutes."

"What?"

"I'm bringing Jacob."

"You're what?"

"Yeah."

"He's not going to come."

"I can try."

I hung up and went inside.

"Hey Embry," Billy greeted me wearily. "He's in the dining room." I grimaced at how the corners of Billy's eyes were tight with worry.

"Thanks Billy."

He was slumped over in a chair much too small for him playing with his uneaten food.

"Jacob?"

He made no move to acknowledge me. I sighed and went to go sit down next to him.

"Please talk to me bro."

I waited. "What do you want me to talk about?" he asked without feeling, his fork clinking against the glass plate. His dead voice sent a shiver down my spine. Nobody visited Jake much anymore. It was too painful.

"Let's go do something."

"What do you want to do?"

"I want to go to the beach." He dropped his fork and looked out a window, towards the gloomy skies. "Claire and Quil are going, too," I added hurriedly.

There was a long pause. "No." He said this with more emotion than I had heard in his voice since the night she had left.

"Please Jake."

"No!" He slammed his fist down onto to the table, denting it.

"Jake, just get out and do something till she comes back."

His head snapped around to face mine. "What if she doesn't come back?!" His usually empty eyes were filled with such despair and madness that I had to look away.

I gazed past his shoulder. "She will."

"You don't know anything," he snapped, beginning to shake.

I changed the topic. "It's not like going to the beach will feel any worse than here."

I saw his fist clench. "It will."

"Please Jacob. You're really worrying Billy. Do you know how depressing it is to be around you? Your house is suffocating. Let him breathe."

He swallowed, looking away again.

I was about to give up on him when he pushed away from the table, his chair scraping against the floor. "Fine. Let's go. But don't be surprised if I leave."

I sighed with relief and followed him as he stomped out the back door. I prayed to God that this would work out. Otherwise Jacob would kill me for bringing him to her.


Jamie's Point of View

God, what was I doing here? Why couldn't I just get on a plane and fly away like Natalie and Heather had done a day ago? Why couldn't I ever stop thinking about him? Why did I hurt so much worse than I did three weeks ago? Icouldn't understand. You were supposed to heal from this sort of thing, right?


I had a cold. A stupid cold. And it wasn't the sniffles, of course not, it was a cough-up-your-insides-with-a- fever kind of cold. I'd already gone through four tissue boxes in two weeks. Plus, I was going back to school next week. Like I wasn't miserable enough already.

There was one good thing though, I could sleep. It was the strangest thing. Ever since I had gotten sick my nightmares had stopped and I started having dreams of Jacob. They were so simple, usually just Jacob holding my hand or lying beside me, but they were heaven. During them, I actually felt warm. Maybe I really was getting better. But then again, eventually in my dream Jacob would leave and the pain would come back with a vengeance, making up for the time it had lost. More often than not, I would wake up sobbing, my arms stretched out towards the empty side of my bed, searching for remnants of the warmth.

Now, I was sitting on the couch pretending to watch TV. If I was doing something, my parents couldn't accuse me of isolating myself from the world or sulking. They were so happy about Mark. So happy. And I was…not. I missed Jacob. I missed him so much that sometimes I didn't even care if he turned to a wolf. Sometimes he was still just normal, happy-go-lucky Jacob to me.

There were three soft knocks on the door. Probably just Olivia or something. Great. Why did they even want to hang out with me, anyway? I was crazy. I couldn't believe they had fallen for the whole "I ran because of the rain" when we went to the beach three weeks ago. I sighed and got up to get the door. "Hello," I greeted wearily. Then, I registered who was in front of me. My mouth dropped open. "Wha—? No. Y-you stay away from me. I told you, I don't want any of you people near me," I spluttered.

Nadia frowned, pushing her straight, black hair behind her ears. "You people?"

My expression hardened. "You know what I mean," I said coldly.

"Are you scared to say it out loud? I understand. It kinda freaked me out at first, too," she said softly. Why was she always so nice?

"Why are you here Nadia?" I asked, finally, unable to answer her question. "And why is he here? Can't you drive yourself?" Paul was in his truck outside, drumming his fingers nervously on the steering wheel and looking over at the woods.

She smiled knowingly. My teeth clenched together. "Paul is just being overprotective. Most of the wolves are like that, you know."

I had, once again, no response, so I just stood there, looking like an idiot.

"Do you mind if I come in?"

"Kind of, yeah."

"Jamie, if you don't let me talk to you Kim and Emily will come down here. They almost came today."

I didn't want to talk to her. I didn't want any reminders of Jacob around me, but still, I stepped aside. We sat down on the couch. I leaned back, coughing.

"Oh Jamie," Nadia murmured at the sound of my hacking.

"What?" I snapped. "It's just a cold." I coughed again. "Can you just get on with it?"

"It's Jacob," Nadia said.

I looked away quickly. "Yeah?"

"He's really depressed."

My heart burned. "He'll get over it."

"Like you?" she asked.

I couldn't breathe. No. Not like me. The exact opposite of me. "Yes," I forced out, "Like me. I'm moving on…seeing other people." And then I pictured someone else with Jacob. My Jacob. My stomach heaved.

Nadia was hardly bothered. "Oh. Right. Mark."

"Yes, Mark."

"I thought he cheated on you."

"That is none of you're business," I said shrilly. "I mean, really. I can't believe he told you that!"

"He didn't. Paul told me."

"Oh…well I can't believe he told Paul!"

"He didn't mean to."

"Oh. Right. The words just escaped from his mouth. I can't believe I ever thought that him talking about me behind my back was cute."

"Jamie you're making assumptions. Jacob isn't exactly your standard human being."

That shut me up.

"Jamie, I haven't known Jacob for much longer than you," she continued, "And the two months extra I did know him I thought he was the most miserable man alive. He is ten times worse now, Jamie. I can't stand to see him, or anyone, hurt this way. He's family."

The pain and cold put me close to gasping. I held them back. You can still breathe Jamie, your lungs are in perfect working order. "Like I said," I whispered, "He'll get over it. I can't be around someone like him. He'll hurt me."

They have excellent control Jamie." I gave her a disbelieving look. "Emily's case happened back when they were still young…besides, I don't think the wolf problem is the only reason why you left."

"It is," I hissed. It had to be.

"If the wolf thing was your only problem then you would have at least gotten all the facts."

"Maybe I don't even want Jacob, anymore," I snapped.

"Jamie," she said sympathetically. "You miss him. You need him."

My teeth ground together at her tone. "You know, I am so sick of everyone putting words into my mouth. I mean, that one day we got together, you just assumed that I loved him. Like we were an It Couple. We were never that way. It wouldn't have lasted. He's this happy, outgoing, fun guy while I'm moody, anti-social, and all I ever do is homework! We were too different…too different. So I don't see why everyone wants us back together when we would never work out!"

"You're wrong," Nadia said quietly, infuriatingly.

Then she added, "Both of you had broken hearts."

"Who the hell cares? I would have gotten over Mark on my own! He would have gotten over that Bella brat on his own! You are really starting to piss me off Nadia!"

"He wouldn't ever leave you Jamie…You know that, right?"

The wind was knocked out of me. It took me a second to gather my surroundings. "You know what Nadia? Fuck. You."

Nadia sighed. "Just think about it Jamie. Please. If not for Jacob, then for yourself." There was a knock at the door. "I'll be out in a second, Paul and I'm fine. She wouldn't hurt me. I told you," she called, smiling lightly. She turned back to me, "I wasn't lying Jamie. He would rather die than leave you."

"Get out now," I said lowly.

She made no movement to leave, only giving me a pitying expression. "Please Jamie."

"GET OUT!!!" I screamed.

It wasn't until the sound of the truck disappeared into nothing that I allowed myself to cry. Nadia had hit too close. Way too close.

I found myself getting up and reaching behind the TV. My hands closed around Jacob's letter and I pulled it out. Hands trembling, I reopened the crumpled letter. For the next hour my fingers ran over the note, studying his scrawling handwriting, trying not to read the words.


Coming up next: Jamie goes back to school.

Ava: Anyone read any good books lately? I am desperately waiting for September which is when the sequel to The Hunger Games is coming out. I'm pretty excited. Aubrey hasn't gotten around to reading it yet. Her loss.

Out of curiosity's sake, how old do you think we are? And should we have a poll asking you readers who your favorite original character in this story is?

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