AN

So, I lied, but it wasn't my fault. I thought that my train wasn't going to be getting in til much later, and I also thought that I should write a couple more chapters before I posted again, but I settled when I finally finished the entire story scheme. I now know almost exactly how it will end, unless my characters decide to take it their own way like Kim did when I wrote Ch. 12.

Today's title quote really has no meaningful connection to the story like the others. I was looking for a good one and came across this;
I would love to be what I like to love what I am. ~Orion
which made no sense to me. So I just had to put it in.

And without any futher adeu (or whatever) I give you the much anticipated (by me at least) and my favorite chapter so far, Chapter 11.

Jared's POV

I stepped out of the car, and walked around to open the door for my date, but she had already gotten out.

"Your foot seems better. How do you feel?" She asked.

I told her it felt much better. My leg was still sore and probably partially broken when I'd picked her up. Jacob had mauled me earlier when I'd confirmed that I was taking Myra out to dinner.

She leaned into me as we walked into the restaurant. I told the hostess my name and she led us to our table. When we got there I pulled her aside, cancelling some of the more romantic and extravagant plans I had made for when I was bringing Kim. She told me I would still be charged for them, which I suppose was fair.

"This is a nice place," she noticed, probably feeling slightly underdressed.

"You look lovely," I told her to calm her down. She tried to hide her emerging smile. She was genuinely ecstatic over such a small complement. She seemed to light up, the way I had felt when Kim had one day accidentally told me she liked my eyes. It almost made me regret saying anything. I wasn't here to actually date her, just to try to convince her that Kim and I were right for each other. Then...maybe that would help.

We both placed our orders; mine at least three times as large as hers. It was probably the best time to start this conversation. Or maybe over dessert. That might make it easier.

My 'we need to talk' was overlapped by her 'well this is fun'. Her smile dropped, and so did my idea that this might actually go well.

She giggled nervously. "'We need to talk'?" she quoted me, "that sounds bad," another nervous chuckle, "Kinda like you wanna break up with me already." The anxious laughter made her seem a little crazy. I had to be soft about this. I didn't want to hurt her, especially with Jacob's wolf ability to review everything I was doing later. Not to mention, she was Kim-my gorgeous magnificent faultless star-Kim's best friend. Hurting a girl's best friend was not the best way to win her heart. Technically, neither was dating her best friend. And as much as it hurt me, Myra thought that this was a date.

"Look, Myra," I started.

"Yes?" The look on her faced showed that she was about to hang on my every word.

"I think that we both need to clear up what's going on here," I phrased it so that she would hopefully understand what I meant.

It obviously didn't work, because she then asked me what I meant.

I took a minute to gather my thoughts. "This date isn't really a...date." She gave me a confused look. I told her that I had originally planned to take Kim out, but she continuously rejected me because of her best friend. "So I asked you here so that we could figure this out."

Her breathing slowly became heavier. I wasn't sure if she was getting really mad or having a panic attack. I thought about looking through her purse for an inhaler, but very quickly discarded the idea.

"I've got you're drinks," the waitress came by our table, "who's the iced tea, and who's the milkshake?"

Myra's panic-attack-style breathing, kept up, and all I could manage was an "umm..."

"Is she alright? Should I like...call an ambulance?"

"I think maybe you should." I was thinking about how Jacob would flip shit when he found out she'd ended up in the hospital, when she suddenly stood up, took the milkshake from the extremely anxious and now surprised waitress, and dumped it on my head. How cliché. I wiped the chocolate out of my eyes, and ran after her.

She had a bit of a head start considering I was stopped at the front of the restaurant to pay, but I could catch up to her easily. It didn't help that the girl at the front was so obviously going extra slow, and stopping occasionally to give me dirty looks. I deserved them, but I was anxious to find her, and I'd get enough of those later this evening.

It wasn't hard to follow her scent to the back of a building a bit down the street.

She was sitting against the bricks with her knees pulled up to her chest.

I sat down beside her, and put my arm around her to comfort her. She didn't push me away, just continued crying.

"I'm sorry I ruined our sorta-kinda-date like this. It's just, we don't belong together. I have to be with Kim, and you have to be with-" I caught myself. Telling her that Jacob had imprinted on her or that they were fated to be together would be crossing the final line. "You'll find someone; someone better for you than I am."

"I hate meant tos and fate and all that crap."

"Sometimes fate really does know best."

She smiled. "I wish fate had told me eleven years ago that we weren't going to happen." Eleven years? "Then I wouldn't've done all that crazy shit to get your attention."

We spend another hour at least talking. She told me about the stuff she'd done; buying new clothes, going to events just because I'd be there, leaving notes in my locker (she knew the combination), and all the normal things, but weird stuff too; constantly walking in front of me at school (she'd read online that it subconciously embedded her into my mind or something), pretending to sell newspapers and chocolates, so that she could come up to my house, and trying to get her mother to name a brand of crackers after me.

"You've got to think that I'm so weird," she said.

"Nah, it's all in the past," the whole thing didn't bother me as much as it probably should have.

"Not that far in the past," she corrected me, "I've been following you around with...well, for the past few weeks."

I knew she meant Jacob. I wanted to endorse him, but I didn't think that it was the right time.

"There was this one time," the stories kept coming. I couldn't blame her. All she wanted was for me to finally notice all the work she'd put into her crush for me. And it couldn't do much harm now that we were clear that I didn't like her and she seemed mostly over me, "that I painted a picture of you and I, in front of my dream house, and tried to send it to you, but a week later I got a letter from the postman that he'd liked it so much that he'd decided to keep it."

"Wow, it must have been good."

"But, I mean, that can't be legal. And I was in fifth grade, so it couldn't have been that good."

Something then came to my mind. "What about the shoes?" Her look of confusion caused me to explain, "In elementary school, someone stole a pair of my shoes from my cubby, and there was a little folded card with a heart on it instead. Was that you?"

"No," she said as if she were still thinking about it, "no, it wasn't."

"Well, maybe it was Kim, trying to steal them for you?" I was grasping at straws, trying to revive the happy mood, which I'd effectively killed.

"No, that doesn't seem like something she would do. She always hated you." Ouch. "We should get going; it's getting late...and cold."

"Okay," I said leading her back to the car.

"Jared?" she said, hesitant to get into the vehicle.

"What is it?"

"I know that you don't like me and all, but...it's kinda always been a dream...well what I mean is...could I...well...kinda like a...goodnight kiss?"

I gave her a look like one would give a child trying to get out of their bedtime.

"Well, it was worth a shot," she said in a tone that was pleasant enough for me to deduce that there were no hard feelings between us.

When I dropped her off and her home I gave her a kiss on the cheek. She lightly punched me in the arm, saying "Hey, no cheating on Kim." I smiled. "I'm serious. You hurt her, I'll kill you." I watched her until she was inside her house, and the door was shut.

When I turned around Jacob was in front of me.

Oh, crap.

Long, eh?

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