I was going to wait with updating until the 18th, you know to celebrate my stories one year birthday but since I'm in such a good mood after my compatriot's stage win in the Tour the France I decided to post it a bit earlier. So here it is, chapter seven, I hope you enjoy!
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Chapter 7: The Importance of Being an Imprint
'You might be the bitch of this little pack-, both figuratively and literally, but I am the head bitch of New York City and that means I'm miles ahead of you on the bitch scale.' – Blair Waldorf
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Blair stretched out feeling perfectly content in her bed as a few sunrays slipping through her curtains, warming her face as she pulled her luxurious silk sheets just a bit tighter to her body permitting herself just a few more minutes of morning perfection; there was something distinctively better about waking up on your own accord without the help of alarm clocks or maids.
She smiled as memories of last night came rushing back to her causing her to kick her legs in childish glee, effectively entangling them with her powder blue sheets; Jacob kissed her, Jacob liked her, Jacob wanted her…God is there a better feeling for a girl than feeling wanted? She wished she could bottle it and store it in her closet for rainy days.
A shrill miauw-ing and a soft thud broke her train of thought.
'Good morning Cat,' she cooed as her Tabby nestled itself on one of her many pillows; of course her cat liked satin, like herself Cat was a connoisseur of luxury and perfection.
The cat just purred lazily, as Blair stroked the ginger cat behind its tiny ears feeling distinctively Hepburn-esque after last night's romantic events and bursting with pleasant, non-scheming energy. She bounced out of bed, much to Cat's dismay and slipped into her clear white La Perla robe which offered her the fabric and old Hollywood glamour her albeit cute pink babydoll lacked.
'I feel pretty, oh so pretty, I feel pretty and witty and gay,' she absently sang under her breath as she darted into her en-suite bathroom to groom herself for breakfast; it took her less than her usual thirty minutes to complete her skincare regime and hairstyling she put that, and the fact she was forgoing makeup for now, down to her ridiculously good mood.
She practically skipped down the stairs, still humming happily as she stepped into the kitchen and into a marvellously delicious smell: freshly made beignets, she was in fatty heaven.
'Good morning,' she said cheerfully noting Roman's presence sitting at the oak kitchen table partially hidden behind a newspaper.
'Bonjour Blair, you seem very 'appy today?' Roman said lowering his newspaper to give her a curious glance as she opened the fridge in search of some nice and pulp-free orange juice. She couldn't exactly blame him for his curiosity; she hadn't exactly been welcoming towards him at first, she had after all tried to break one or more of his bones while skating, but she'd gradually warmed towards him when it became evident he hadn't exactly stolen away her father from her mother nor was he trying to steel him away from her.
'I am happy,' she retorted taking a sip from her tall glass.
'You 'ad a good time with z'at boy you were with last night?' he questioned throwing her a meaningful look.
'I had a good time overall actually,' she retorted democratically, choosing not taking the bait. 'They were all very pleasant company.'
'It sounds nice,' Roman started with a grin. 'Z'ere are des beignets aux pommes on the counter if you are 'ungry.'
'Merci,' she retorted her dark eyes falling onto the deep-fried doughnut-like treats, the delicious cinnamon smell made her mouth water and the rumbling of her stomach reminded her that she had eaten since yesterday at lunch but she was painfully aware of the fact she was staring at calorie bombs full of hideous fat that would transfer directly to her already chunky thighs. She couldn't eat that, she'd burst out of her clothes if she ate that.
'Blair,' Roman said snapping her out of her train of thought. 'ça va?
Blair just nodded, understanding the double entendre and appreciating Roman's subtlety.
'I'm fine,' she answered with a fake smile. 'These look delicious,' she added grabbing one of the offending beignets of the plate; why shouldn't she eat it? She wasn't fat; in fact she probably could gain a pound-, or two without anyone noticing and Jacob seemed to like her, chunky thighs and all.
She took a dainty little bite before she'd even realised and almost moaned at its sweet and savoury perfection.
'Z'at good?' Roman asked a smile playing at his lips as he stared at her over his newspaper.
'Heaven,' she retorted before taking another bite throwing all notion of fat and calories out the window.
'Young love,' he murmured loud enough for her to hear and roll her eyes: as if Jacob had anything to due with this…
'Were's daddy?' she questioned grabbing the plate of beignets and plopping down across from Roman.
'Seattle.'
'Seattle?'
'Your father is z'inking of starting a new branch of his law firm z'ere.'
'But what about France? Your vineyard?' she questioned digging into yet another beignet; they were just so good, she could hardly believe she'd considered not having one.
'You know your father, he needs lawsuits to live,' Roman answered with a shrug before turning his attention back to his newspaper.
In the end Blair ate four beignets and actually didn't feel like a total pig for doing so nor did she feel guilty…at all. In fact she felt strangely elated, though that could be the effects of the fat-high she was bound to be on. Even her phone ringing insistently while she was in the shower didn't ruin her mood. By the time she darted out of the bathroom, wearing the cutest little nude, silk tiered Moschino dress that just bounced with every move she made, she finally checked her blackberry: ten missed calls, all Serena.
Blair called her back; partly because Serena would just keep on calling her until she finally answered and partly because even though she was the head bitch of New York, sometimes she just wanted to gush about boys like a semi-normal teenager.
'Hi B!' Serena said answering her phone on the second ring; someone was bored…
'Hello S, you rang?'
'Yeah like ten times! I thought you were ignoring me!'
'I was in the shower.'
'For an hour?'
'You know I value cleanliness,' Blair retorted plopping down in front of her vanity, opening a drawer and revealing a large array of makeup that could easily rival the makeup counter of any department store.
'B spill,' Serena said as Blair put her cell phone on speakerphone and planted it on the table.
'Spill what?' she retorted a small smirk playing at her lips; Serena was so easy to tease, it was almost tedious, almost being the operative word.
'Spill about your date B!' Serenaretorted her tone still more cheerful than annoyed. 'Don't make me beg-,'
'Than don't,' Blair said effectively cutting her off as she expertly applied a matte taupe eye shadow. 'If you want to know about the bonfire S, all you have to do is ask.'
'Well than consider this me asking. How was your non-date with mister tall dark and handsome?'
'It was-,' she started, mulling over her words before finally settling on: 'gratifying. It was very gratifying.'
'Gratifying?' Serena said sounding quite confused; Blair couldn't help but smirk at her own reflection as she applied her mascara. 'B, what exactly did you do?'
'Oh S get your mind out of the gutter-, you're spending too much time being related to the Basstard.'
'Well than don't throw around words like gratifying!' Serena huffed. 'So tell me Miss Waldorf, what exactly was so gratifying about your date?'
'The end-part, definitely the end-part.'
'B, don't make me fly over there and drag it out of you because I can and I will.'
Blair smiled as she applied a soft pink lipstick, figuring her teasing had taken long enough and it was time to move onto the teenage girl part of the conversation. 'We kissed.'
Blair made a pained face as Serena let out an ultrasonic squeal; that girl had way too much energy and very high-pitched pipes.
'I knew it, I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!' she chanted happily. 'Details!'
Blair let out an exaggerated sigh:'If you insist,'she said with faux exasperation; she couldn't actually admit to Serena she wanted to gush now could she? 'It was quite romantic I suppose…'
'BLAIR!' the blond whined impatiently.
'I fell so he carried me to his house and checked my injuries; it was very Sense and Sensibility.'
'Sense and Sensibility? That's that Hugh Grant movie right?'
Blair rolled her eyes; God she loved that girl and she might be beautiful but she wasn't exactly the most cultured of girls let alone the brightest.
'Yes Serena that Hugh Grant movie,' she muttered deciding to humour her for the sake of her story. 'I scraped my knees so he bandaged them up, you can't believe how gentle he was. And then-,' she paused for dramatic affect.
'And then?'
'He just looked at me like-, like I was the Princess Ann to his Joe and then he said, it was me and that it will always be me and we kissed and it was slow and sweet and everything a girl could ask for.'
'Oh B,' Serena cooed, 'he sounds so dreamy-, for lack of a more intelligent word.'
'He is,' Blair said absently tracing her lower lip with her index finger.
'Does he have any brothers? You're welcome to Fed-Ex them over to New York because I'm seriously wasting away here without you.'
'Sorry,' she said smugly. 'Is New York really that boring without my presence?'
'You have no idea,' Serena groaned. 'I can't wait for the Hamptons.'
Blair smirked: Serena might be her best friend but the golden goddess deserved a little loneliness to repent for her constant attention hogging.
'I don't know if I'm going to the Hamptons this year,' Blair blurted out, effectively shocking herself in the process; since when was she even considering not going to the Hamptons?
'WHAT?' Serena shrieked audibly shocked. 'Blair you can't blow of the Hamptons! You love the Hamptons, you go every year. Tell me this isn't about Chuck.'
'This isn't about Chuck,' Blair responded automatically; or maybe it was she wasn't really sure at this point.
'Are you sure?' Serena asked hesitantly. 'Because I can definitely take him out of the equation if you want.'
Blair could barely suppress a snort; bubbly Serena taking on mighty Chuck Bass? Serena couldn't even take on an Upper-East kindergartner for Dior's sake. 'I'm sure S,' she said in an appeasing tone.
'Just come B, the Hamptons aren't the Hamptons without you,' Serena said sweetly.
'I'll think about it.'
'Blair!' Ramon's voice bellowed from the ground floor. 'Z'ere's a youngman 'ere for you!'
Blair couldn't help but smile; two guesses who that could be.
She could hear Serena giggle cheerfully on the other end of the line and rolled her eyes half-heartedly.
'You heard that didn't you?' Blair muttered dryly getting up from her seat and brushing some creases out of her dress.
'I did!' she answered in her typically chipper tone. 'Go downstairs and have fun with Jacob, but call me soon so I can live vicariously through your love life, okay?'
'I will,' Blair said with a smile. 'Love you S.'
'Love you too B! I miss you!' the blond said before hanging up leaving Blair to place her phone on her desk before finally darting downstairs.
'Sorry, I was on the phone with Serena,' Blair explained as she elegantly descending the staircase in a way she felt was very Scarlet O'Hara as her eyes landed on a very bashful looking Jacob who seemed to positively dwarf Ramon.
'Blair is always on 'er phone,' Ramon stated, 'it drives 'Arold insane.'
'I'm not,' Blair said; she wasn't on her phone all the time, in fact she hadn't even checked Gossip Girl since she'd arrived here, she could really do without reading about Chuck's sleazy summer conquests and the ensuing digs directed at her person. 'Hello Jacob,' she said with a sweet smile.
'Good morning Blair,' he said with his trademark croaked grin that simply oozed warmth and charm. 'Emily said I should ask you over for lunch and I was kind of hoping-, if that's okay with you of course sir-,' he added throwing a visibly amused Ramon a quick look. 'that you would accept?'
Blair quirked an eyebrow at him: was he actually nervous about Ramon? He could, quite possibly crush him with one hand if he wanted to.
'I would love to,' she said a smile tugging at her lips; could he be any more adorable?
He grinned before turning to look at Ramon.
'What Blair wants, Blair gets,' he stated simply with a teasing smile.
Blair just scowled at him-, though it was only a tiny little scowl.
'Well-, are you ready?' Jacob questioned still definitely twitchy.
'Don't I look ready?' she questioned raising her eyebrows at him, enjoying watching him squirm.
'No-, I mean yes, you look really nice, okay?'
'Don't tease z'e boy Blair,' Ramon said with a smile, 'back before nine, yes? Your father will want to see you.'
Blair just nodded her agreement.
'Well than your carriage awaits Madame,' Jacob said offering her his arm in a very gentlemen-esque way, an offering she gladly accepted.
'Bye Ramon,' she said as Ramon opened the door effectively shooing them out; either someone wanted the house all to themselves or he had been watching too many of his cliché soaps.
'A tout à l'heure Blair,' he said before throwing Jacob a quick grin. 'And you behave; she's a lady.'
'I will,' Jacob mumbled sheepishly much to Blair's amusement.
'You're such an easy victim,' she mused as he led her down the driveway.
He threw her a confused look.
'Even Ramon can tease you,' she explained before her eyes fell on something on four wheels that distinctively resembled a rucksack; this was Jacob's car? Hell if he put on his seatbelt he could probably carry it around like a rucksack. 'That's your car?'
He just nodded apologetically mistaking her shock for something far more superficially; in truth she couldn't care less about the car's rather unfortunate state and positively antique age, she was in the bush for crying out loud, she'd hardly expected a Rolls or a Maybach, she wasn't that out of touch.
'Do you fit into that?'
He chuckled. 'Barely.'
'Can you fit me in there too?' She questioned as he opened the door for her.
'Blair, you're so small I could probably fit you in a matchbox,' he stated as she elegantly lowered herself into the vehicle.
'If you drive me through a meat grinder first though I doubt that would coincide with your existence as a furry bodyguard.'
'Furry bodyguard, huh?' he said with a chuckle as he plopped down into vehicle causing it to sink even closer to the ground under his considerable weight. 'Haven't heard that one before.'
'Really? It seemed quite predictable,' she mused conversationally.
'I fixed your car by the way,' he said starting the car, the engine roaring like a much abused cat. 'How about I give you a driving lesson when we drive it home?'
Blair made a face remembering the calamity she'd caused last time she'd taken place behind the wheel; her ego really could do without an encore of the deer incident.
'Hey don't stress,' he said with a grin, 'I'll even have the guys scare off all the deer so you don't crash …again.'
'By doing what exactly? Streaking? That'll clear the road,' she snorted, not so subtly reminding him of the little I-saw-you-naked titbit that had him blushing like Vanessa Hudgins after her second batch of not-so-Disney pictures went viral.
'You're not going to let me live that one down, are you?' he mumbled clearly still embarrassed thought honestly he had nothing to be embarrassed about, she just wasn't about to tell him that.
'I don't respond well to flashing,' she stated matter-of-factly. 'Personally I blame the fact I once had a front row ticket to one of Britney Spears' vagina-exhibitions. I had to have a Grace Kelly marathon to recuperate from that trauma.'
'Why were you that close to Britney Spears?'
'She wanted my mother to design a dress for her,' Blair said rolling her eyes at the memory. 'We had to subtly persuade her she was a Juicy Couture girl and not an Eleanor Waldorf lady.'
He threw her a confused look.
'My mother's a designer.'
'Oh, well that explains the clothes I guess.'
Blair quirked an eyebrow at him: was she paranoid or was he actually subtly critiquing her fashion sense?
'You don't like how I dress?' she asked intentionally blunt wanting to make him squirm.
'What? No-,' he said definitely squirmy; mission accomplished. 'It's the opposite you always look freakishly perfect-, I mean like today you're like an angel it's totally intimidating-, Fuck I'm rambling…and I sound like Rachel,' he added making a disgusted face.
Blair laughed: 'It's cute when you squirm.'
'You do it on purpose, don't you?' Jacob muttered throwing her an accusing look.
She gave him an innocent little smile; 'what can I say? There's not much else to do around here.'
'You're sort of evil you know,' he stated before quickly adding; 'in a girly adorable way of course.'
'You're still rambling you know,' Blair retorted teasingly as Jacob steered the car into the clearing in front of Emily and Sam's house.
'You bring it out in me,' he muttered parking the car.
'I'm honoured,' she stated with a little smirk, opening her car door, eager to escape its rickety confinements. 'Is it just us and Emily?'
'Sam's here too,' Jacob stated dragging his large frame out of the tiny vehicle with remarkable ease. 'I'm guessing Paul and-,'
Blair gave him a quizzical look when he stopped mid-sentence looking quite-, scared?
'Is there a vampire around or something?' she questioned airily; she never thought she could ever converse about vampires so lightly-, or without feeling utterly ridiculous.
'What? No!' he said snapping out of his strange panicky trance.
'Than what's with the intense glare?' she asked sceptically, it was clear from well-, everything that he was hiding something.
She honestly wondered how these guys had managed to keep their big werewolf situation secret; they were about as transparent as glass.
'Let's just go inside, I'm sure Emily is dying to see you,' he said trying to dazzle her over with that charming grin of his; she was Blair Waldorf, Blair Waldorf wasn't even dazzled by diamonds, let alone charming grins, no matter how cute their supplier.
'Jacob,' Blair said pursing her lips, 'what are you trying to hide from me this time?'
'Nothing,' he answered his arms slipping around her waist as he gently pulled her close.
'You're trying to distract me.'
'Is it working?'
'Maybe,' she stated with a soft smile as she got up on her tiptoes, placing her hands on his shoulders since wrapping her arms around his neck was a bit of a mission impossible considering their significant height difference.
'How about now?' he questioned before finally leaning in and brushing a soft kiss against her lips. 'I've wanted to do that ever since I dropped you off last night,' he murmured leaning his forehead against hers, his dark eyes staring at her like he could never get enough of her.
Blair could feel her bleeding romantic heart flutter; consider her distracted.
'Jacob, stop molesting Blair and get in here!' Sam's distinct baritone voice bellowed from inside the house causing Jacob to pull away muttering something inaudible under his breath.
Blair could barely suppress a pout; how did Sam know-?
Right, the wolf-thing…that was going to be such a problem.
'C'mon,' Jacob mumbled pushing open the door which they obviously didn't bother to lock because hello werewolf vigilantes constantly storming in and out of the house. 'Emily's probably busting Sam's balls about getting you inside, he's completely whipped,' he added lacing his fingers with hers as he steered her into the house.
'I heard that Jacob,' Sam stated, greeting them from the doorway that connected the living room to the kitchen.
'You were meant to,' Jacob grinned.
Sam just rolled his eyes; 'Just get in here, Emily made cake,' he said disappearing back into a kitchen motioning them to follow.
'Food!' Jacob said enthusiastically as he ushered her into the kitchen.
Sam was sitting at the table, flipping through a newspaper while Emily was standing behind the stove, steering in a delicious smelling concoction as per usual; it was like she was chained to that stove twelve hours a day preparing ridiculous quantities of food to keep the boys fed and the money she must spend weekly on feeding them probably could buy her a nice pair of Christian Louboutin pumps…though come to think about it Emily was probably far too altruistic to even think about ditching the boys their food needs for shoes.
'Hey Emily,' she said as Jacob practically charged at the cake. 'Thank you for inviting me over for lunch.'
'Hello Blair,' Emily said with a smile so brilliant even the scared part of her mouth seemed to twitch upward. 'No need to thank me, I should thank you! It's so nice to have another imprint around to dilute all the testosterone surrounding me!'
Blair frowned; 'Imprint?' she repeated; was she still missing something here?
There was a short silence where everyone just sort of looked at her with a mixture of surprise and confusion; what a coincidence, she was pretty damn confused as well.
'So you don't know about imprinting?' Emily asked in a careful little tone that just served to confuse her even more.
'I obviously don't,' she answered barely able to keep herself from adding a "duh": but wasn't it kind of obvious she didn't know what in the name of headbands they were talking about? All she knew about imprinting was that it's a verb form of to imprint but that didn't seem to have much to do with it the imprinting they were talking about.
'Jacob I thought you told her last night,' Emily said with a healthy dose of motherly exasperation as Sam threw him a reprimanding look for good measure.
'Told me what?' Blair questioned raising an eyebrow. 'That he liked me? He did but I already knew that, you're all about as subtle as Kate Moss snorting coke.'
'I thought she'd figured it out,' Jacob said throwing her an apologetic look.
Emily rolled her eyes, placing her hands on her hips like a stereotypical mother hen: 'Girls don't just figure out imprinting Jacob, it's not exactly the most logical thing at hand now is it?'
'Well you can tell me now,' Blair stated casually; seriously, this bunch had more secrets than her little non-judging Breakfast club had combined and lord knows Chuck and Serena had a few nasty skeletons in their closets.
Jacob let out a sigh. 'I guess you're right.'
'Well you can tell her now,' Sam said nodding towards the living room. 'You'll have some more privacy there-, you have two hours to sort this out before you have to go patrol.'
'But Sam!' Emily whined. 'He's going to tell her about imprinting! That's a big deal and you know it! Can't you cover for him?'
'Emily-,'
'For me, your own imprint,' she begged-, or well insisted actually; her large deep mahogany eyes fixed on him while a sweet smile played at her lips.
So if Emily was Sam's imprint and she was Jacob's imprint than maybe imprint was some fancy native word for girlfriend? But then why was it a big deal?'
'Emily I can't just-,'
'Just this once Sam!'
Blair watched with interest as Sam's steely resolve crumbled under his girlfriends look look; if this was part of the imprint package, she could definitely make this imprint thing work for her.
'Fine,' he finally grunted to Emily's obvious glee. 'But just this once.'
'Just this once,' Emily agreed pacifying him with a sweet smile and a quick kiss to the cheek.
'Thanks Sam,' Jacob said his tone stuck somewhere between amusement and nervousness.
Sam just grunted noncommittal as he threw Jacob a look that blatantly said: well what are you standing around here for? Jacob just nodded his answer.
'Jacob why do we need privacy?' Blair questioned raising a single eyebrow as he placed a hand on her lower back and gently led her out of the kitchen; she was being pulled and led around a lot these days and she was getting pretty sick of it, Blair Waldorf did not get dragged around like some spineless rag doll.
'And you might want to take a seat,' he retorted leading her over to the couch; again with the leading, if he didn't get down to business quickly she was going to give him a stern talking to.
'And I need to take a seat?' she added as she rolled her eyes at how carefully he ushered her onto the couch. 'Jacob exactly how shocking is this news? Because as you might remember I took the revelation of your feral qualities standing up and I seriously doubt you can have a bigger secret than that?'
'It's nothing bad,' Jacob assured her plopping down next to her taking one of hands in his much larger one and interlacing their fingers; the boy seriously craved physical closeness. 'It might just sound kind of-, crazy?'
Blair gave him a blank look. 'Jacob, must I repeat myself? You're a werewolf and I didn't call the RSPCA or the National Guard, I think that proves I can handle crazy just fine.'
'You remember the story my dad told at the bonfire? The one about the spirit warrior's third wife?'
'The woman who sacrificed herself for her husband,' Blair recounted impatiently. 'Yes Jacob I obviously remember.'
'Taha Aki loved his third wife above all others, she was his world, his soul mate and when she died, his spirit died with her and-,'
'Jacob this is all very Notebook-worthy but what does that have to do-,'
'You're my third wife.'
'Excuse me?' she drawled not exactly liking the sound of that little statement.
'That came out wrong-, just wait,' Jacob said raking a hand through his hair obviously gnawing over his words carefully. 'The third wife was Taha Aki's imprint; you're my imprint, my soul mate.'
He was staring at her so intensely she thought he might burn a hole in the sight of her head but she was too focused on other things to be bothered by it; did he just say she was his soul mate? He'd known her for less than a week and he was throwing around soul mate? She appreciated the romance of it all, being a romantic at heart and all but she wasn't dumb enough to believe mentally well-balanced men ran into a serious commitment that easily.
'This imprint thing is it-,'
'It's a biological and psychological reaction us wolves have when we meet the person we're destined to be with; it's like faith pointed you out and said that's her, love her take care of her, she's your world-, you're the centre of my universe Blair, literally, I can't live without you, I love you and I'm willing to be anything to you that you want me to be, I would do anything for you.'
Blair just nodded slowly, her mind racing at two hundred miles a minute: he loved her, he wanted to be with her, she was his world apparently and they were destined to be together…she felt like swooning and squealing and giggling, this was everything she'd ever dreamed of-, this was her Elizabeth Bennet moment, her epic romance, yes her Mr. Darcy had some furry qualities but she wasn't going to let that little titbit rain on her parade.
'Blair?' Jacob said snapping out of her train of thought with a panicky rant; 'I'm sorry Blair, I shouldn't have laid it all on you like that. God I probably sounded like some crazy-,'
'Hush,' Blair said effectively shutting him up. 'Yes I was somewhat shocked by your confession, but I was pleasantly shocked Jacob.'
'You mean-?'
'I mean I'm flattered to be the centre of your universe,' she said smilingly daintily; centre of the universe had such a nice ring to it, didn't it?
He broke out into an enormous grin as he tugged her closer, almost onto his lap before resting his head on her shoulder: 'you have no idea how much this means to me,' he whispered before peppering her neck with butterfly kisses. 'You're so ridiculously perfect.'
Blair let out a content sigh, absently running her fingers up and down his spine: she was perfect.
She felt him place a soft kiss on her cheek before finally capturing her lips with his…..
Jacob felt relief wash over him and couldn't believe his luck: first she took the wolf thing in stride and now she's pleased about the whole imprint thing? Imprinting wasn't supposed to be easy; Sam had scared his imprint for life, Quil had caused a scandal, Rachel had locked herself in her closet- again and even Kim had made a scene about it and she'd been in love with Jared for most of her life and yet here he was being kissed by his perfectly happy little imprint-, he couldn't be happier, finally after all the bull he'd been through with Bella, his luck was changing.
That was until he caught a painfully familiar smell; Leah. And he just knew shit was about to hit the fan. She'd been pretty vocal about her annoyance at him imprinting, let alone him imprinting on a paleface and she was so not going to let it slide without being a complete bitch about it.
'Gag,' Leah said announcing her presence to Blair causing her to pull away still managing to look like a perfectly dignified lady instead of a teenager who had just gotten caught making out.
'Hello to you too Leah,' Jacob said giving her a warning look; she might bitch at everyone but he was not going to let her bitch at Blair, not that he didn't think the tiny brunette couldn't handle it verbally but because he was kind of afraid of that the verbal clash might turn into a physical one were Leah obviously had the upper hand even when on the receiving end of a slap.
'So that's your famous imprint?' Leah questioned effectively ignoring Blair's presence, causing his imprint to narrow her eyes into devious little slits.
'That famous imprint has a name,' she sneered in a sugary sweet tone of voice; that voice did not sound like a good sign.
Leah finally looked at her; her eyes travelling from the top of Blair's curls to her manicured little toes, making a show of judging her appearance. 'And what might that be? Bella the second?'
'Excuse you?' Blair questioned, calmly arching a single eyebrow at her as she rose to her feet making him follow suit: if push came to shove he could always throw himself between Leah and Blair to protect his feisty little imprint from being ripped apart.
'Well it seems like our fearless leader has a type: pale clueless little brunettes with zero personality.'
Jacob shot her an angry glare: 'Leah-,'
'I'm Blair Waldorf,' she stated matter-of-factly a positively evil little smile plastered on her angelic little face. 'And you will not compare me to that Bella-person since I'm not an insipid, spineless, inept sponge with a fetish for dead people,' she stated with an air of dictatorial authority.
Jacob threw her a baffled look: had Rachel given her one of her anti-Bella tirades? Because he sure as hell hadn't filled her in on the specifics of the pseudo-relationship between him and Bella and that little speech sounded pretty damn researched-, he was so going to have another talk with his big sis about Bella bashing in front of Blair.
'But you are both over-privileged whiny little brats apparently,' Leah sneered, purposely using her considerably height advantage to look down on her almost degradingly.
Blair's fake smile was replaced by a nasty little sneer that distorted her angelic face and made her look almost vampirical, which Jacob thought was pretty damn disturbing.
'You might be the bitch of this little pack-, both figuratively and literally but I am the head bitch of New York City and that means I'm miles ahead of you on the bitch scale; you do not want to go to war against me…even if you can transform from normal bitch to wolf-bitch,' she added as an afterthought.
Jacob flinched; he admired the fact she wasn't some meek little mouse like Bella had been at times-, at times meaning whenever Edward was involved, but like Bella she had practically no sense of self-preservation, which he just knew meant that she was going to scare the crap out of him on even more occasions than even Bella had been able to.
There was a tense silence where the two just stared at each other like two predators sizing each other up before finally pouncing; the stress of it all was seriously shortening his lifespan. And when Leah moved her lips, he was about one millisecond away of shoving Blair out of the way but then…
She smirked. She legitimately smirked.
'Nice to meet you Waldorf,' she drawled before strolling back to the kitchen as if their little face-off hadn't even happened: what the fuck was happening here?
'She's not so bad,' Blair stated matter-of-factly as she pushed a stray curl behind her ear.
What? Had he just blacked out and missed some essential piece of conversation?
'Will you excuse me? I have to use the bathroom,' she said cheerfully either not realising or blatantly ignoring that she had been like-, an inch from death just moments ago.
'It's upstairs first door on the left,' he said but she just rolled her eyes at him.
'I know Jacob I've been here before remember?' she said before darting off, leaving him to ponder what had exactly happened here: had Leah just really approved of Blair? Or had there little standoff been some fucked up figment of his imagination?
He was snapped out of his revelry by the kitchen door flinging open revealing a grinning Paul: 'Did I miss something completely epic?' he asked flopping down onto the couch causing it to grunt under his sudden weight.
'What did you hear?' Jacob asked
'I saw Leah on her way out, she said Blair was "okay" which freely translated from Leah speak means "totally awesome",' he explained. 'How the fuck did that happen?'
'I have no idea,' Jacob said raking a hand through his hair; he himself still pretty baffled by what exactly had taken place between the two girls, 'they exchanged a couple of insults and then just stood there staring at each other-, I thought Leah was going to try and rip her head off or something but she just smirked and walked off saying it was nice to meet her, and I really don't get it.'
'She had that effect on me too,' Paul stated with a shrug. 'I think it's the badassness-, you can't help but respect so much badassness in such a tiny package, she's like a Jedi or something...that and she like the anti-Bella, Leah's bound to appreciate that,' he added with a smirk. 'We all do.'
T.B.C
Tada, I hope you liked it.
The next chapter is going to be far more light-hearted and fast paced but I do have a question; I think you're all expecting a certain Gossip Girl character to turn up pretty soon and for those of you who need more clues: I'm not talking about Serena here ;) but my question is: should I try and incorporate more Gossip Girl elements? More Serena, Nate, etc? Or is everything fine the way it is?
Hope to hear from you all!
