Author's Note: Well here is Chapter Nine guys, sorry it took me so long to update. I don't like how I wrote this chapter, and again I planned on having more in it but I think I'm going to save that for the next chapter. I hope you guys like this better than I do lol It's not the best and you might think its stupid, if it is though just review and let me know what you think, I'll try and fix it or rewrite it or something. I've just not been in the best mood here lately, not feeling like writing to much, so I don't know when the next update will be. May be soon, depending on how I feel. I apologize to anyone who likes my story and was waiting for an update, I know it sucks when it takes forever and your waiting for it, I'm impatient myself lmao.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight saga, all the characters and junk belong to Stephanie Meyer. I don't own the title to this story, or any songs such as the Lifehouse song I used in one chapter. I forgot to put this in the last chapter, so this goes for it too :].

-DaringReality


Jake's POV

The next day Sam and dad finally let me return to school, but not without Paul and Quil following me everywhere I went. They were supposed to look out for me…and apparently everyone else who was in danger because of me. Really did they think I was that unsafe to be around? I haven't even phased again since the first time. I was perfectly fine at the Clearwater's, no harm done, and dad made it through the night sleeping down the hall from me, although I swear Sam came back more than once that night after he left.

I still have yet to see who the hell we are protecting the res from, I mean damn, aren't these vampires like allergic to the sun or some shit?

Then I remembered I live in Washington, hearing the rain hit the school's roof with a soft pitter-patter rhythm, sun rarely ever came out. Damn me, I'm so stupid.

Suddenly the man Seth told me about, the one with the red eyes and pale skin, popped into my mind…that had to be a vampire. It just now hit me how serious the situation was. I thought it was stupid to be chasing after mythical creatures but if Seth were to have seen one, to have almost been attacked by one, then I'm going to make it a personal mission to kill every fucking leach out there.

Starting with the one that attacked Seth.

I tried to stop myself from being angry, Sam told me that stress and anger can cause me to phase involuntarily and that he was going to teach me how to phase properly and to control myself after school. I doubt it'd be that hard, but I could feel myself begin to shake as I thought about Seth being in danger. I would protect him at all cost.

Those other wolves, the two that protected Seth, I'd found out today was Quil and Paul. I never felt more grateful to the two in my life, I nearly hugged them as they told me this. However they also told me the son of a bitch got away, ran on to the Cullen's territory which we aren't allowed to set foot (or paw) on. Some treaty between them and us Quileutes long ago keep us from fighting like back then. They stay on their side and we stay on ours.

I walked down the hall, Quil and Paul chatting behind me following me to third period. Damn was it annoying to have them on my back all day. I unfortunately had every class with at least one of them, so they could watch me like a hawk all day.

I finally scooped them, asking to go to the bathroom in third, and the teacher only let one person use the hall pass at a time. Paul and Quil asked if they could go to and she just gave them a weird look, asking why they suddenly had to go and why they needed to accompany me to the restroom. I snickered as I took the hall pass and ran, needing to piss so bad and get the hell away from their watchful eyes for at least a minute.

I opened the door to the bathroom, finding it empty, and heading to a urinal and unzipping my pants. Man did those guys annoy me, but I know its not their fault entirely, Sam had ordered them to and they are only watching out for me and others. They have gone through this too though and nothing happened with them, nothing like what happened with Emily.

I was finishing up my business when the door to the bathroom burst open, making a loud ass noise as it collided with the wall.

"HOLY FUCK!" I yelled, scared shitless. I jumped back, somehow managing to piss on my pants and stared at the bastard who decided to disturb my peace.

It was fucking Paul, standing there holding up a goddamned nurse's pass, grinning like the motherfucker he was.

I zipped my pants up in a hurry, ready to kill Paul. He'll really need to see the nurse in a minute.

"Headache," he said, tapping himself on top of his head with his finger, "Teacher let me go get some Tylenol from the nurse." he finished. Headache my fucking ass.

"Whoa Jake, don't aim well do ya?" He snickered when he saw my wet pant leg and I stepped closer to him, my fist clenched and ready to fucking punch his lights out.

"I'll show you how well I aim." I said, throwing a punch to his face hitting him directly on the mouth. He stumbled back and steadied himself against the wall.

Damn I feel better. Almost makes up for my piss stain.

"Come on Jake…" he said, leaning over in a fit of laughter. What the fuck is he laughing about? I Just sucker punched the fuck out of him and he's laughing?! It had to hurt him, my hand even hurt a little, but the throbbing started to disappear already.

"I have to…keep an eye…on you…" He managed through fits of his laughter. I was about to punch him again when he stood up and faced me. Blood ran down his mouth and he looked thoroughly amused. What the fuck was the matter with him? Was he some kind of masochist? Did he like being punched? If so I'd be happy to give him the time of his life.

"Yea you don't have to scare the hell out of me like that." I started, anger coursing through my body and I began to shake.

"Calm down Jake, you wouldn't want to phase." He told me, walking over to the sink and taking a paper towel from the dispenser, wiping away the blood.

"Yea well don't piss me off." I said as I walked over and grabbed a few paper towels myself, trying to dry my leg off. I nearly dropped to the floor when I saw his face, it was as if it'd never been hit, as if there was never an open wound that could have caused him to bleed. There wasn't even a scratch!

"Yea well don't piss you on!" he joked, and failed miserably. He sounded like fucking Yoda and I would have called him on that if I wasn't staring wide-eyed at his face. "Man I know I'm pretty but your creeping me out."

"Dude, I just fucking knocked you the hell out." I said, confused and freaked out. "Your not even hurt…wh-where did the blood come from…what the fuck man…"

He just laughed and walked over to me, saying "Didn't Sam tell you? Comes with the whole werewolf territory." And he fucking punched me out of nowhere. I could see him getting back at me for punching him but goddamn he didn't even seem angry and I didn't do anything to him! Well besides punching him.

I stumbled back, my vision going blurry in my right eye as he hit it dead-on, and my hand went straight to my face. "Man what the fuck!"

He laughed again, I couldn't see him but I heard him cackling like a Hyena. Fuck's wrong with this guy? This fucking insane motherfucker is a protector of the res?! How the hell does a crazy man protect anything?!

"Dude, just look in the mirror." He said as his laughter died down.

I did as he said, wondering what the fuck he was talking about, and gripped the sink to steady myself. I looked up into the mirror and my eye was already turning red and throbbed with pain. It hurt to look out of it, and it was starting to swell shut already. He wanted me to see what he'd done?

"Wait for it." He said, and that only assured me he was insane.

I continued to stare in the mirror, waiting for whatever he was expecting to happen, cussing under my breath at him. Then I felt a heat start to pour under my blackening eye. It stopped throbbing slowly, each pulse of pain getting farther apart, and the red that began to circle my eye faded to the tan of my skin as it was before he punched me. I was able to open my eye fully again and the heat that warmed my eye vanished when the pain did, my eye looking like it had never been damaged.

I reached up to touch my eye, and it didn't hurt at all. "What…the hell?" I whispered in disbelief.

"Yea, super-fast healing." He laughed, putting his hands on his hips, "Man Sam didn't tell you anything did he?"

"No…" I said, still looking in the mirror expecting the pain to all but return. "No he hasn't told me anything, I sort of left after I first phased, he didn't get to explain anything to me." I admitted.

"Well, we'll clear all that up this evening." He assured me, patting me on the back then walking toward the door, "Lets go, the teacher is probably suspicious of you taking so long, that or she thinks you had to take a massive shit."

I laughed and followed him back to the classroom, still in awe of what just happened. I'd forgot about the major stain of piss that ran down my leg and I shoved Paul again and he just laughed at me. I decided to go to the resource room to see if they had any pants I could change into, and Paul of course followed me. I found some jogging pants that were a little too short but it was the best that could fit me and headed back to class.

The bell to end fourth finally rang, and I got up ready to see Seth. I hadn't seen him all day and I was starting to go through some withdrawals.

I stood up and exited the classroom into the crowded noisy halls. I decided to wait by the cafeteria doors, knowing Seth was headed there. I wasn't really hungry, which was unlike me. I just wanted to see Seth, I needed to feel his lips on mine again.

I watched as everyone entered, looking for my Seth, and when I spotted him I nearly knocked him over as I rushed at him, excited to see him again.

"Hey there Jake." He said with a smile that I knew he saved especially for me and laughed. I leaned down to kiss him but he stopped me with his hand. I was confused, didn't he want to kiss me anymore? "Let's…follow me Jake."

I let him pull me to a Janitor's closet as everyone cleared the halls. We stepped inside, and a bit of excitement shot through me as we weren't supposed to be in here. Seth locked the door, and I felt that excitement shoot down south. What was he planning? Whatever it was It sent a sly smile curving up my face.

"Sorry about that." He said bashfully, and his face turned red as he realized what his actions insinuated. Us, alone, in a dark room behind a locked door. My mind began to wander when he wrapped his arms around my waste and laid his head on my chest. I returned the embrace, kissing him on the forehead. "I'm just not so comfortable with PDA at the moment."

I realized what he meant, not wanting to go public with our relationship, and my mood slowly fell and my arms slacked at his sides.

Was he ashamed of me?

"I'm not ashamed of us." I stated softly, voicing what was on my mind.

He looked up at me at that, alarm in his eyes and his smile disappeared. He was still holding on to my waste when he stretched up and planted a small kiss to my lips. "Baby, no…no I'm not ashamed of us either." He started after he pulled back from my lips. "It's just…I'm not ready for anyone to know, I'm not ashamed of you. This is what I want, you are what I've wanted for so long…its just, lets take it slow, with everyone…I don't want everyone going crazy over us…" He trailed off.

He snuggled into my chest more which made me feel better. At least he still liked me, still wanted to be with me, even if he didn't want to go public yet.

"Its okay." I stated simply and rubbed his back in assurance. I understood what he was getting at. We just got together yesterday, we need to get used to it ourselves. Plus what will my dad say? What will Seth's parents say?

I personally didn't give one bit of a fuck what anyone says, but Seth cared about what his parent's thought, and he even cared about what my dad did…I'll behave until he's ready.

"Are you sure?" He asked, hugging me tighter and burying his face in my chest and I hugged him tighter again. "Just give me some time…we'll let everyone know together."

"Sure sure." I smiled softly, kissing him again on the forehead. "Anything for you Seth."

He hugged me again, and I pulled back, giving my best smirk. His smiled again and looked down. I loved making him shy, he was so cute. "Now, we're alone, in a locked closet…come here." I said seductively reaching under his chin and pulling it up only to capture his lips with my own. He happily returned the kiss, and I pulled him up on his tiptoes, my hands holding his back as I leaned into him.

I opened my mouth, and slid my tongue across his closed lips and he gasped. I took this as an opportunity to deepen the kiss, invading his mouth with my tongue, tasting every little crevice and massaging his own.

He whimpered, and the sound reverberated down my body, exciting me more than I already was. He started to move his tongue with my own, battling for dominance.

I retreated my tongue back, allowing him to explore my mouth. I was sure this was his first time with this kind of kiss, and I was happy to let him experiment.

We broke apart, and his face was tinged red again but this time I believe it was excitement that brought out the red in his cheeks. He was panting, I could feel his hot breathe on my face, and I breathed heavily back.

Fuck the need for air, I caught his lips again and crushed our faces together. He deepened the kiss this time, apparently liking our last kiss and needing more. He pushed himself closer to me and I'm sure he could feel my boner through these thin jogging pants I got from the resource center. He made me so hard, I wanted to explore more than just his mouth.

I moved my hand down his back and cupped one of his ass cheeks, pulling his groin closer to mine and he moaned into my mouth at the sensation. He started to grind into me and I could feel he was equally excited as I was.

Then he pulled back, slightly embarrassed as he ran his hands over my chest while I continued to hold him. He was so tiny, so soft, I wanted to take him there on the spot. I wanted to see if that caramel color skin of his stayed true on his bottom, I wanted to feel his soft skin against mine, I wanted to please him and hear him moan my name, to cause those chocolate eyes of his to roll back in his head as I touched him in all the places only I would be allowed. I wanted to make that face tint red and his body sweat as we made love. I wanted all of him.

"Wow…" he said, out of breath again. Fuck air I tell ya, we could have so much fun without it. I liked to hear him pant though, I liked to see him happily exhausted from our kiss, I liked to know he liked it that much by what was rubbing against my leg. "That was…exciting." He admitted as he looked down at our touching groins. "Why are you wearing those jogging pants? They look…to short." He said with a laugh.

"Long story…" I said, looking down between us, I looked like I was ready for a flood. "Basically I pissed on myself…yea don't laugh." He did anyway.

"Hey now, I said don't laugh." I pouted, even though I loved the sound of his laughter, it was so innocent and so sweet.

"I'm sorry babe, I didn't mean to." he told me, reaching up again to give me a peck on the cheek, "How did you manage to do that anyway?"

"I'm just that talented." I said with a laugh, and we walked out of the janitor's closet before anyone found us there, I knew Quil and Paul must be having a fit looking for me, but fuck them, I'm fine.