Okay finally chapter eight, I should've posted this last week but something totally dramatic happened near my hometown and I sort of got sidetracked for a while and forget I didn't actually post this: epic fail. But anyways here's chapter eight: definitely not my best work and I really hope I'm not disappointing you guys too badly!
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Chapter eight: Notes on an Almost Scandal
'A jealous wolf in human clothes? Jeez Jake, do you want to send her running to the hills screaming? Girls really don't dig the whole green-eyed monster thing especially not when the guy's like an actual monster.' – Embry Call
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He glared out the window studying the events outside with fanatic intensity: he didn't like what was happening- actually he didn't like it at all.
Because well, Seth giving Blair driving lessons-, he almost actually growled at the thought and had to use all the restraint he possessed to keep him from marching outside and dragging her back inside caveman style-, which probably wouldn't only result in a very pissed off Blair-, something told him she was a bit too feminist to be dragged around like that.
He winched as the truck jerked a few times before coming to a rough standstill: judging from the anxious bouncing of his leg to the hammering of his heart he apparently felt distinctively antsy at leaving Blair in Seth's care. Okay he trusted the kid with his life and that of his pack but that didn't necessarily mean he trusted him with his imprint's life.
He'd wanted to teach her how to drive himself, but Emily had quickly vetoed the idea bringing up the Jared-teaching-Kim-fiasco to convince him that overprotective wolves could not teach their girlfriends how to drive without the imminent threat of a break-up.
Sure she had a point-, Emily always had a point-, but that didn't mean he had to like it! Because he didn't…like at all.
'So she just accepted it-, without question?' Embry asked snapping him out of his monologue; Emily had apparently just finished the tale of how he'd told Blair about the imprinting thing with Sam nodding every now and then in agreement and Paul's snoring in the living room as background noise.
'Yep,' Jacob answered popping the p, though his eyes still fixed on what was happening outside.
'Oh,' Embry muttered.
Oh?
Jacob tore his eyes away from Blair's general location to look at his friend: he knew Embry and he knew that tone: something was bothering him.
'What oh?'
Embry made a face, slumping back in his chair apprehensively: 'it's just kind of weird-, that's all.'
'Weird how?'
'It's just…she just accepted it like-, like it's this normal thing,' he muttered obviously mulling over everything he said. 'Look I know she's good with the whole supernatural thing but girls don't just accept the whole: I'm-tied-to-you-forever-thing without some hesitation and drama….I mean just look at Kim. She loved Jared before any of this wolf-stuff went down and even she lost it when he told her about the imprinting thing because she felt like he was forced to love her.'
Jacob frowned, feeling the onset of a headache knocking at his skull: he was right, Embry was always right and as much as he wanted to pretend he'd just been lucky for once-, deep down, he knew there was something wrong with Blair just accepting the imprint thing without question: this town just didn't do no-complications.
Sam let out a loud sigh. 'I hate to say this Jacob but Embry meet be right here: you two haven't even known each other for a week-, you've barely talked to each other and yet she's totally okay with spending the rest of her life with you?'
Way to make me feel better Sam. All he had succeeded in doing was making him want to bang his head into the table because yet again faith had totally fucked him over only this time faith had been sneaky about it and he still had to figure out exactly what was going on: just great…absolutely fan-fucking-tastic.
'Can you boys stop being all fatalistic about it?' Emily piped in. 'Blair's from a broken home and both her parents are apparently successful at what they do-, she probably didn't get a lot of attention growing up and is probably just eager for someone give her unconditional attention and love. It's only normal considering the circumstances.'
'You're right,' Jacob muttered as titbits of conversation came flooding back to him: she'd told him about the hostile relationship she had with her mother, about being turned down by people-, how the fuck could he have forgotten about that? She'd looked so hurt-, so vulnerable-, he was officially one of the worst fucking imprinters ever.
'And than there's that guy,' Emily added with a sigh. 'There's nothing wrong with her, she's probably just a bit damaged around the edges.'
Jacob's world came to a momentary standstill as he processed her sentence: 'what guy, Em?'
Emily's eyes widened almost comically as she clamped a hand in front of her mouth: 'oh crap you didn't know.'
You knew things were serious when Emily started throwing around swearwords.
'What guy Em?' Jacob said flexing his fingers in an attempt to control the completely unreasonable surge of anger he felt at the thought that some idiot had messed with his tiny imprint's feelings.
'Oh God I can't believe I just blurted that out,' she muttered raking a hand through her hair.
'Emily-,'
'His name's Chuck something-or-another, I can't remember all the specifics but it sounded pretty intense and it ended with him sweeping her off her feet before abandoning her at an airport to cheat on her with an interior decorator.'
'You can't remember his last name but you remember he cheated on her with an interior decorator?' Embry repeated frowning. 'Way to prioritize Em.'
She just threw him a chastising look.
Jacob took deep breaths as he tried to pick apart the situation without having a wolfy outburst, because Sam would seriously kick his ass if he lost his shit around Emily: there had been a guy-, a guy she cared about and the guy had apparently hurt her and that was enough to make him want to book a ticket to New York and rip this Chuck guy apart inch by inch…he knew he probably was being completely unreasonable but there was a feral wolf inside of him and the wolf-, yeah he didn't like to share.
'Don't tell her I told you!' Emily ordered. 'I totally just went against all things girl by telling you and I really don't want her to hate me-, there's too much testosterone in this house!'
Jacob just threw her a look. 'I'm a jealous wolf in human clothes Em-, how do you think I can keep that quiet without having an aneurism?'
'A jealous wolf in human clothes?' Embry repeated raising his eyebrows. 'Jeez Jake, do you want to send her running to the hills screaming? Girls really don't dig the whole green-eyed monster thing especially not when the guy's like an actual monster.'
'Embry's right!' Emily said jumping on Embry's statement as if it was a lifeline. 'You can't just grill her about an ex-boyfriend, she'll just get mad. You have to wait until Blair feels comfortable enough to open up about it then you can talk about it-, but don't just confront her out of thin air.'
Now normally Jacob would be the first to admit that made perfect sense but imprinting really fucks up a guy's common sense-, maybe he should invest in a year's supply of duct tape and just keep on gagging himself until you know-, Blair felt comfortable with him.
'It's easy Jake,' Sam stated pulling him out of his psychotic-monologue, 'either shut up about it or get dumped-, which one would you prefer?'
'Good point,' Jacob muttered causing Sam to shoot him a knowing grin. 'It gets better right?'
'What imprinting?' Sam asked frowning. 'Of course it does,' he added throwing Emily a tender look.
'No the creepy stalker like thoughts-, they go away right? Because right now I'm thinking about building a tree house near her house so I can watch her constantly and it's scaring the crap out of me.'
Sam gave him a look that balanced between sympathetic and amused. 'Nope, sorry.'
'Fuck,' he muttered raking a hand through his short hair: imprinting was probably the best thing that ever happened to him but it was the worst thing that ever happened to his sanity…excluding his bizarre love affair with one Bella Swan of course, that really fucked him up.
His eyes darted back over to the window where Seth was still trying to teach Blair how to drive, trying being the operative word here because yet again the truck gave a few jerks before roughly coming to a halt causing his heart to physically skip a beat-, this was going to be a very long day.
Blair let out a sigh of frustration before roughly shoving a lock of hair behind her ear in a very irate and definitely not dainty sort of way; driving was definitely not her forte and that couldn't be tolerate because Blair Waldorf was good at everything that was consideredrespectable by modern day society, by default.
'You almost got it right this time!' Seth said cheerfully, trying to keep her spirits up but only succeeding in raising her frustration levels with his constant chipper-ness; did this boy live on sunshine, lollipops and rainbows or something? Because this degree of constant happiness was definitely not normal human behaviour…
'Why can't Jacob just teach me how to drive?' Blair whined: because she honestly didn't want to lose her self control and get made at this grinning Care Bear because that would possibly be worse than kicking a puppy plus she was sure Jacob wouldn't mind her bitchiness-, since he was meant to love her forever and all.
'Because Jake would put training wheels on this car if we'd let him,' Seth said with a boyish grin, 'it's the imprint thing, it sort of makes smart guys act like complete morons,' he motioned towards the kitchen window where Jacob was sitting, staring at her with maniacal focus; the one time she'd actually gotten the car to move he'd shouted at her to slow down because apparently going five miles an hour was hazardous for her health.
'Are you even old enough to drive?' she said giving Seth a critical look: he might be oddly colossal but judging from the impish grin and gangly limbs-, she sincerely doubted he was sixteen.
'Well maybe not according to the white man-,' he started evadingly; the white man? Definitely not sixteen….her Waldorf instincts never failed her.
'Oh God,' she muttered thumping her head against the seat: she was being taught how to drive by someone who didn't even have his licence, could things get any more ridiculous?
'But I've been driving for years on the rez!'
Blair rubbed her brows in frustration: 'aren't their people who actually have their license who can teach me how to drive?'
'Not likely, I'm totally the calmest wolf around! The others freak at the mention of a girl driving let alone driving a truck! You should've seen Jared when he was teaching Kim: one hand clutching the door and one hand on the parking break at all times, she kicked him out of the car after her third lesson, hasn't let him in since.'
'What about Embry?' she questioned knowing fully well she was grasping at straws.
'He's still recovering from the nervous breakdown he had when he was teaching Collin how to drive,' he answered matter-of-factly. 'Collin thought it would be cool to like due 75 miles an hour while driving through the woods-, Embry had like an aneurism and was so pissed-, and Embry doesn't get pissed-, EVER.'
'Okay, okay, I get your point,' she muttered waving her hand at him before something dawned on him. 'Did you just imply Kim has her driving license?'
'Yep,' he answered popping the p.
'What about Rachel and Emily?'
Seth just nodded his reply, obviously not understanding where she was getting at: probably too distracted by thoughts of his next meal.
'Than they can teach me,' she stated simply as she brushed the creases out of the skirt of her dress feeling quite pleased with her powers of deduction. 'I obviously don't understand the boy's way of explaining it, maybe I should try the girl's way-, it's probably the more logical one anyway.'
Seth raised an eyebrow at her. 'You're going to ask Rachel to teach you how to die? Do you want Jacob to have a nervous breakdown or do you just have a death wish?'
'Well maybe not Rachel,' she muttered: he did have a point, the woman drove like Princess Di's driver and she had no intention of dying tragically young.
'I tried,' Seth said with a shrug before jumping out of the truck with wolfy-ease and before she could even reach out to open her door he had opened it for her grinning ear to ear as he extended his hand. 'Milady?'
'I bet you have the girls in your class eating out of your hand, don't you?' she smiled as she gratefully took his hand to climb out of the truck, because however built these things obviously didn't factor in small girls and short dresses.
Seth's copper skin took on a distinct reddish hue as he grinned at her bashfully.
'I'll take that as a yes than,' she totally understood; he was already adorable now with his sweet smile and cute features and there was no doubt in her mind he would grow up to be devastatingly handsome with an even more impressive physique.
'Doesn't matter,' he mumbled still blushing furiously, 'I'm kind of holding out for the one.'
Blair could barely suppress an exclamation of adorableness; now she could add hopeless romantic to the list of what made Seth so damn adorable, definitely a great catch.
'Well I hope you find her sooner rather than latter because you're just too cute to be single,' she said with a smile enjoying how he turned even redder at her praise: he was so delightfully uncomplicated, except for the whole wolf-thing of course.
'You're yanking my chain,' he muttered as they made their way inside the house only to be greeted by four curious faces.
'How did the driving lessons go?' Jacob asked feigning ignorance and failing-, miserably.
'Don't insult my intelligence Black,' Blair drawled, neatly positioning her dress before finally sitting down next to Jacob. 'You and I both know you were staring at us. I've told you before you're not subtle-, at all.'
Jacob cringed. 'Well maybe I occasionally-,'
'Seth,' Blair said turning to the younger boy for assistance.
'Bro you were staring so hard I'm surprised the truck didn't spontaneously combust,' he stated grinning ear-to-ear before shoving one of Emily's cupcakes in his mouth and hopping up to sit on the kitchen counter.
'Thank bro,' Jacob grumbled throwing him a peeved look.
'What? You can't honestly expect me to lie to an imprint,' Seth said with a shrug. 'They're the ones who feed us.'
'I trained you well,' Emily said with a grin.
'Traitor,' Jacob muttered. 'It's a good thing vampires don't bake cookies or you'd switch sides.'
'Don't be stupid Jake, there's no way they could bake better cookies than Em,' Seth retorted with an impish grin: honestly could this boy be any more adorable?
Too bad he wasn't gay; he would've been perfect for Eric. And imagine the look on Lily's face when her son brought home a bulky Native? Positively priceless…she already got twitchy when Serena dated that Hispanic boy back in middle school.
'Good afternoon everyone,' Paul announced appearing in the doorway looking distinctively more dishevelled as per usual after his long nap. 'Driving lesson done huh?' he said when his eyes landed on Blair. 'What did I miss? Anything funny?'
'She barely got the thing moving' Seth answered earning himself her patented death glare. 'So neah, nothing exciting.'
'Good,' Paul said with a yawn. 'I wanna be awake to see Jacob lose his shit the first time she hits 20 miles an hour.'
'I'm sure you'll have front-row seats when I do because I'll be running you over,' Blair said sweetly as she threw them an annoyed little glare: nobody made fun at the expense of a Waldorf.
'Oh c'mon B, where's the love?' Paul said with a grin.
'I'm destined to love Jacob; nobody said you were part of the package.'
'Burn!' Seth announced with a grin but Paul just gave him an indulgent big brother type of look.
'You're really taking the imprint thing really well huh?' Paul said trying to smooth down his hair that was sticking out in odd angles.
Blair couldn't help the twitch that occurred in her right eye: 'if you're going to reboot the whole; you're-taking-this-really-well-thing I sincerely suggest you update your repertoire because that line is seriously getting on my last nerve,' she stated her tone sharper than she'd intended.
'Aw don't be like that B,' Paul cooed before snatching an apple from the table with lightning speed, blink and you missed it-, she actually did miss it; they could make a fortune pick-pocketing. 'It's just most girls threw tantrums at the whole imprint thing, I mean Rachel locked herself in the closet… again.'
'She does that a lot huh?' Blair quipped.
'She's been doing that since she was a kid, apparently it's her safe place, whatever the hell that might mean,' Jacob said with a shrug. 'Started after she read Narnia, my guess is she's still just trying to find the place.'
Paul let out a barking laugh: 'sounds like my Rach.'
But Blair wasn't as interested in Rachel's obvious mental instability since she'd been privy to that information ever since they'd met, as she was in what Paul had said first: 'so, if I understood you correctly, Rachel's your imprint?'
'Yep,' Paul said before taking a bite out of his apple.
'Rachel is Paul's imprint, Emily is Sam's, Claire is Quill's and Kim is Jared's,' Embry droned, 'Just follow the trail of sickly lovey-doviness and if in doubt just check if they're attached at the hip-, or any other body part for that matter.'
But most of Embry's statement was lost on her since her mind zoomed in on one thing and one thing alone: 'Quill and Claire?' she repeated, her voice taking on an odd pitchy tone; she knew these people were too good to be true, people weren't this nice without there being some sort of social deviance.
Paul just smirked, taking a bite of his apple, visibly unfazed and obviously amused while the other four exchanged panicky looks: they should look panicky she'd just uncovered their little sect's disgusting little secret.
'He really is Pee-wee Herman,' she muttered more to herself than to them.
'No, no, no!' Jacob said immediately turning towards her and grabbing her hands as if to keep her from running.
Which, actually wasn't that bad of an idea-, since she really was seriously debating running to the nearest police station to report their little cult and maybe calling National Security in the process…
'Blair,' Jacob said his thumb rubbing soft circles on her palms, 'it's really nothing like that.'
'Yeah B, c'mon, Quill a child molester?' Seth said his face bunched up in obvious disgust.
Paul let out a loud snort waving his apple around for added effect. 'I think there's a better chance of him getting molested and he's a six foot tall werewolf for fucks sake, guy's a dumbass but he legitimately doesn't have a bad bone in his body.'
'He thinks of her as a little sister!' Emily chimed in. 'Claire's my niece Blair! If there was anything only slightly off about their relationship I would never let him around her.'
Blair threw them a doubtful look: yeah, that may be explanation enough for a local townie but hello; she was a born and bred New Yorker, distrustfulness was in her nature!
'When we first found out about this we were just as freaked out as you are right now,' Jacob said gently pulling her closer to him, as per usual, 'but then we saw-, in his head how he thought about her and there was nothing weird in there! I swear: his main concerns were if she'd had a nice nape and whether or not she was eating her fruits and vegetables! Nothing Pee-wee Herman!'
'And if there had been I would've ripped him apart myself,' Sam stated matter-of-factly, crossing her arms in front of his chest; he didn't attempt to reassure her, in fact it seemed like he was talking more to himself than to them….and that-, that kind of convinced her.
'Okay,' she said nodding her head, 'I believe you but if I ever see anything even remotely off, I'm calling the police.'
'I'll dial the number for you,' Jacob said with a crooked grin, raising her hands to his lips and gently kissing them: sigh…could he be any more Humphrey Bogart in Casablanca?
'Gag,' Paul said wrinkling his nose in disgust.
Jacob tore his eyes away from her: 'Paul, shut up!'
'What are you telling me to shut up for?' Paul said indignantly, nodding towards Embry. 'He's the dumbass who blabbed us in this mess.'
'But he's not annoying, you are.'
There was a loud thud coming from the sitting room as someone apparently slammed the door.
'I guess we'll just have to ask your sister,' Paul retorted with a smirk and soon enough the door opened revealing a very-, proper and barely recognizable Rachel: she was donning neutral, understated make-up and her hair was pulled into a tight chignon and most shockingly she was wearing dress pants-, horrible dress pants but dress pants nonetheless, a white button up and oh-the-horror plimsolls-, people still wore plimsolls?
'What's going on in here?' Rachel asked calmly barely sparing them a glance as she flung herself onto the chair.
Blair raised her eyebrows: wasn't this about the part where she bounced through the room like a bouncy ball?
'Embry just dropped the Quill-and-Claire-bomb on Blair,' Paul explained leaning down to plant a kiss on her forehead, 'while she was totally unprepared.'
'Nothing can prepare you for the Quill and Claire bomb-, trust me,' she mumbled as she pulled the pins from her hair and shaking it out of her tight chignon.
Blair couldn't help but notice how-, normal Rachel was right now; it was a flummoxing experience to say the least, it was as if someone had took her and pumped her full of Ritalin.
'Long day baby?' Paul questioned his hands gliding of his girlfriend's frail shoulders.
'You have no idea how exhausting it is to explain to someone that their health insurance doesn't cover boob jobs since it's not a necessity no matter how flat-chested your sixteen-year-old daughter might be,' she muttered closing her eyes while rubbing her temples.
Blair could barely keep herself from quipping that in New York that would be classified as a necessity.
'I have some news that might cheer you up!' Seth announced loudly prompting Rachel to crack open a single eye.
'Oh?'
'Blair and Jake are dating.'
'Aww,' Rachel said turning her head towards them, smiling tiredly, 'nice going little bro, I knew you had it in you!'
Blair's jaw almost dropped: no exuberant exclamation? No dancing around the kitchen speaking at an ear-busting volume? Good God she knew work was hard in the real world but she never thought it could have this kind of effect on a person…
'Jacob,' she whispered leaning in close, 'do you drug her before she goes to work?'
Paul and Seth both let out a loud, booming laugh and even Sam smirked in amusement. Blair scowled: damn their wolfy-senses, how could a girl subtly grill her boyfriend when they could hear everything?
'What's so funny?' Rachel asked quietly, resting her head against Paul's arm.
'Nothing baby,' he replied running a hand through her hair, 'wolf humour.'
Blair offered him a small grin: right answer-, she'd always known she and Paul would get along just great, he had the scheming sort of mind that simply screamed New York.
'Whatever,' Rachel mumbled in return, 'I'm too tired to care.'
'Want me to take you home babe?'
'Don't you have to patrol?'
'All done for today babe,' he said leaning down to press a soft kiss to her lips: they were so cute when Rachel was normal and Paul was-, less Paul…it seemed nice, she could see herself liking that, wanting that.
'Something wrong?' Jacob whispered in her ear, his nose nudging her cheek as his breath ghosted against the skin of her neck; and maybe she already had that…
She shook her head, offering him a smile: 'just thinking.'
'About?'
'Imprinting,' she blurted out-, damn she'd wanted to lie! 'It seems-, nice.'
'It is,' Paul called out interrupting their little moment.
'Paul!' Emily called out. 'Stop eavesdropping!'
Paul shrugged offhandedly: 'Can't help it Em.'
Blair just scowled: damn those wolfy-senses.
Jacob being the perfect gentlemen he seemed to be drove her home in her newly restored truck and dropped her off on her doorstep, on the dot, fifteen minutes before her nine o'clock curfew: early enough to impress her father with his respectful punctuality yet late enough to not affront her by ditching her too early-, just the kind of thoughtfulness she could appreciate.
She had a nice evening with daddy and Ramon lounging in the soft leather sofa set in front of the fireplace with The Shawshank Redemption, her father's favourite, playing on the large TV-screen about half an hour into the movie her father had casually asked for Jacob's name and had nonchalantly hinted that it would be nice if he could meet him sometime before changing the subject completely.
She appreciated her father's subtlety especially as apposed to her mother's blunt grilling sessions which usually just came down to a few key questions: how rich is he? Do his parents have any prestige? And more importantly-, do they have priceless family jewels? Her mother had been particularly fond of that one when she'd been dating Nate there was something about the Vanderbilt ring particularly that seemed to turn her mother into a magpie.
Blair tucked her bare feet beneath her as she absently petted Cat, who had contently set up camp in her lap, focusing her attention back on the movie-, that is until she heard Ramon say something particularly note worthy.
'We should make sure we keep Cat inside, especially at night,' he said more to her father than to her. 'I z'ink z'ere might be a large animal wandering around in z'e garden.'
Large animal huh?
'Why do you think that?' her father questioned sitting up straighter in his recliner.
'Something flattened z'e rose bushes under Blair's window-, z'ey where completely squished!'
Blair could barely suppress a smirk: a large animal lounging beneath her window flattening rosebushes two guesses who that might be…
'Blair sweetheart, did you hear anything?'
'No daddy,' she answered innocently: what? She wasn't lying. She knew what-, or more like who was squishing said rose bushes but she hadn't actually heard him do it. 'Probably just some deer,' she added dismissively, 'there are lots of them in the woods-, I should know.'
'It could be a bear,' Ramon offered his brow furrowed in slight alarm, 'z'ey are in z'ese woods as well, aren't z'ey?'
'Jacob says they don't come near the houses,' Blair lied easily; she'd been an expert at it since childhood after all.
Her father threw her an amused smile: 'well if Jacob says so…' he teased.
'Well bears or no bears I'm going to bed, I'm exhausted,' she said gliding off the couch, Cat neatly nestled in her arms. 'Goodnight daddy,' she said bowing down to press a kiss to her father's cheek.
'Good night darling-, don't let the deer bite,' he quipped.
'Oh ha-ha,' she drawled before turning her attention to Ramon. 'Bonne nuit Ramon.'
'Bonne nuit Blair,' he retorted before she trotted out of the living room, almost skipping up the stairs into her bedroom: it was half past eleven-, chances were…
She wrung open her window before leaning out of it: Jacob?' she called out, confident her father and Ramon wouldn't hear. 'Jacob I know you're out there.'
Slowly a hulking figure crawled out of the protective cover of the trees: men were just so predictable.
'Sleeping outside of my window? Big Brother much?' she drawled; her arms crossed but an amused smile playing at her lips.
The wolf also known as Jacob slowly looked up, looking like a puppy caught digging holes in the flowerbeds: how could he be this cute even as a wolf?
'Could you please turn boy? Because the talking-to-animals-thing is just a bit too Animal Planet for my taste.'
The wolf obediently got up and darted into the woods: but honestly why bother? He'd already flashed her once; did he think she'd somehow forgotten about that little debacle? Her musings were interrupted by a definitely human Jacob walking over to her window dressed solely in cut-off jeans his bronze skin actually glowing in the moonlight like in some smutty novel; never had a fashion faux-pas looked so attractive.
'Hey,' he said sheepishly raking a hand through the back of his hair.
'Jacob, have you been sleeping outside of my window?' she questioned raising an eyebrow at him, daring him to deny it.
'Purely hypothetically speaking; if I told you I have-, would you hand me a restraining order?'
'I might consider it,' she drawled: fact of the matter being that though it was somewhat disturbing to have him guarding her like an actual dog it was also romantic in a protective sort of way-, and at least he wasn't actually watching her sleep or anything equally Fatal Attraction-esque.
'Than no, definitely no,' he said with an embarrassed grin, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head.
'Jacob,' she started diplomatically, 'it's not that I don't appreciate your insistent need to protect me but please don't set up camp in my backyard because Ramon is already convinced we have a bear lurking around and I really wouldn't want him to put a bullet through your skull while you're napping.'
'Blair no offence-, but Ramon doesn't really seem like the type to go outside and shoot something.'
'Don't let his looks fool you. Just trust me because as much as I love the French-, they're ruthless when it comes to shooting things especially when fur is involved. So please, for my piece of mind just go home-, I'll text you first thing in the morning.'
Jacob opened his mouth to protest visibly not fully agreeing to the terms she was setting but she just cut him off with a despotic little wave of her hand: ' when there actual is something dangerous around, you're welcome to sleep in my room. I won't have you ruining your back sleeping outside on the cold ground-, because I sincerely doubt Forks has a licensed chiropractor. But until then I'm banishing you back to your house.'
Jacob just threw her an amused look: 'Ordering me around beautiful?'
She ignored the little fluttering sensation she felt at the term beautiful: the steely Waldorf determination didn't waver under flattery-, as charming as said flattering might be.
'Of course,' she finally retorted with a smug, teasing little grin, 'I'm your imprint-, it's what we do.'
Jacob let out a loud chuckle, his eyes sparkling bright enough for her to see. 'You're enjoying this aren't you?'
She just smirked: 'good night Jacob, sweet dreams.'
'Sweet dreams beautiful,' he said throwing her one of his adorable little half-smiles.
She closed the window with panache before drawing the curtains obscuring her from his sight. She flung herself onto her bed, biting her lip to ward of a girlish giggle: she definitely was making this imprint thing work for her.
T.B.C
Okay I would like to say I know I really suck at replying to reviews and I feel awful for not doing it all the time but it's just I forget whether or not I replied-, so yeah I'm totally staring up some sort of bookkeeping system and from this chapter on I'm replying to every review or I'll be damned!
Further I would like the record to state I'm not completely satisfied with this chapter, it's totally bland but on a lighter note the next chapter is going to be much more entertaining since we'll be making a time jump of a week or two: meaning Blair will be a bit more integrated in the pack life and her absence in "civilised society" is bound to get noticed by a certain individual who will finally make a cameo!
