'ellooo. :] I'm not sure why but, I've been locked out of my account for awhile now so I haven't been able to update.. it's pratically killed me cause I couldn't review either! :O
but, seeing as I've been unable to update for so long, I've almost got chapter fifteen ready & there's some lemony goodness in there.. jus' little teaser for you all. :P
alright everyone, without further ado, chapter fourteen..
disclaimer one; none of these characters - except Cheyenne - are mine. I don't claim own them nor am I making any money from them - I'm simply borrowing them to show SM how the real story should've gone. :P
Jake's POV.
"Well?" she almost shrieks, staring at me.
"Well what?" I yawned, slumping down in my chair.
"Is there something you wanna tell me?" Leah asked, swivelling around in her chair.
"Like what?" I sighed, reaching for my glass of orange juice. It's far too early in the goddamn morning for guessing games, Leah.
"Oh well, y'know, jus' the little fact that you imprinted?!"
"Shh!" I hissed, rolling my eyes at her "I'm not sure yet, that's why I haven't told anyone."
"Oh except Sam, Paul, Jared, Brady, Seth, Embry and Quil, you mean?" she huffed, stabbing her fork into the last sausage on her plate before she looked at me. Oh, yeah, them.
"Well." I muttered, snatching a piece of bacon from her plate "You woulda known too if you'd bothered to come for a run with us."
"Whatever." she rolled her eyes, smiling a little "So, what did Bella say?"
"About what?"
"You're kidding me, right?" she snorted, staring at me.
"Oh, you mean that," I mumbled around a mouthful of food "I haven't told her yet."
"Uh, why the hell not?" she glared at me, raising her eyebrows and giving me the look that says; you're in for it now, Black.
"He thinks Bella's gunna change her mind about Edward." Quil informed her, glancing at me with, what I'm sure was, a smug smile. Oh, thanks a lot, dude.
"You really are a jackass." Leah muttered, throwing me the side-eye glare.
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I leaned back against the supporting beams of the porch, staring out at.. nothing really. I knew she was coming after me before I heard the footsteps pattering out of the house.
"Alright, I give." she sighed, nudging me gently with her elbow "I can't even begin to understand why you'd think Bells would go back to Edward. Explain please."
I sighed, glancing at her then staring down at the ground.
"What if I tell her that I've imprinted on her, but I haven't really, cause I'm not sure, y'know,.. and she finds out and goes back to him cause she thinks I'm lying to her or.. I don't know, trying to hurt her or something." I mumbled, exhaling loudly.
"Jake, Bella loves you. You must know that by now." she soothed, placing her hand on my shoulder "She chose you, Jake. Now, go tell her, before I kill you."
She ruffled my hair and winked at me, wandering back into the house.
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Two Days Later.
"How did you know, Sam?" I panted, glancing at him. He looked at me, then at Embry, and I knew that they knew what I was asking.
"Well.." he hesitated, taking a deep breath before answering "I didn't, not at first anyways, I wasn't sure what happend when everything went fuzzy and she was the only thing I could focus on so I tried to avoid her.. but after three days, it physically hurt, y'know being away from her, it felt like my life depended on seeing her and she was all I could think about.."
"I haven't seen Bells for two and a half days.. there's this dull pain in my chest, it kinda makes it hard to breath or think sometimes.." I admitted, watching the smile spread across Sam's face. That's gotta be a good sign, right?
"I think you've been hit with the imprinting stick, bro." Embry grinned, slapping me on the back.
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I leaned against a tree, staring up at her window. This is dumb. I sighed to myself, She's your girlfriend, dude, march your pathetic-ass up there and see her.
for it, sliding it open.Officially two more sleeps til I get to see you. I miss you so much, J. I love you. xxxx
I sighed, rubbing at my over-tired eyes before pressing 'reply'.
I miss you too. I love you so much Bella. xx
I clicked 'send' and stuffed my phone back into my pocket, turning my attention back to her window. I rubbed a hand over my chest, where the pain seemed to throb, with a sigh.
"I think you've been hit with the imprinting stick, bro."
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One Week Later.
I lay back on the couch, watching her make us lunch. She looked perfectly at home in my kitchen. Like it's exactly where she belongs.
I chuckled to myself as she fumbled for the volume dial on the radio, turning it up. Because it really is.
"My room is the G-spot." she sung quietly to herself "Call me Mr Flinstone, I can make your bedrock."
"Young Money, Bells? See, I had you pegged as more of a Jeremih kinda girl, y'know, birthday sex, birthday sex.." I called out, winking at her.
"Ha! No way.. well, okay, maybe he's pretty cute.." she spun around and winked "But I'm down with anything that has anything to do with Drake.. and Jay Sean."
She stuck her tongue out at me, turning back to our lunch. Tell her! What've you gotta lose? I sighed. Nothing.. except her.
"Bells?" I heaved myself up off the couch, walking towards her.
"Yeah?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder.
"Can we.. talk?" I asked, leaning against a counter.
"You see this, Jakey?" she grinned, motioning to the space between us "This is called talking." She winked at me and I half-smiled back. Smartass
"I mean, I need to talk to you about something." I muttered, part of me hoping she wouldn't hear.
I watched her back tense up, her grip tighten on the butter knife in her hand.
"Uh.. okay, shoot." she sighed, turning to face me, arms crossed over her chest. I could hear the effort in her voice. Man-up, Black, man-up.
"I.. I, uh, imprinted." I sighed, taking a huge breath "Well, I'm pretty sure I did."
Her breath hitched and her heart began hammering in her chest. She gulped loudly, staring at me like I'd suddenly grown another head. Not good, not good.
"When?" she finally spoke, her voice cracking a little.
"Last week." I said, studying her carefully.
"You waited a whole week to tell me about something this important?!" she asked, waving her hands around in some dramatic motion and I had to fight the urge to roll my eyes. Musta learned that one from Pixie-Dust.
"I.. I wasn't sure then, B, I'm only pretty sure now." I shrugged "I didn't want you to think I was lying to you."
"Oh, so you were tryna spare my feelings, huh?" Uh-oh.
"Bells-"
"Don't.. jus' don't, okay, Jake." she sighed, hugging herself - like she used to before..
I gently tugged on her arm, hoping she'd hug me, but instead she pulled back, staring up at me with tears in her eyes. What..?
"Who is she?" she suddenly yelled, stepping back from me.
"What? Bells.. what? Who d'you think, huh." I rolled my eyes then smiled down at her, hoping whatever-the-fuck was wrong with her would stop soon. This is some ridiculous bullshit.
She reached out her hand, smacking me across the face before I had time to pull back.
"What the fuck was that for?" I yelled.
She just glared at me, not speaking, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. She kicked me - hard - on the shin and stormed past me, grabbing her bag on her way out the door.
"Oww B! Bella, wait!" I called out, scrambling after her "Where are you going?"
I scrambled out onto the porch just in time to see her kick the front-left tire three times, tossing her bag through the open driver-side window.
"I'm going home, Jacob!" she yelled, spinning around to face me.
Ahh shit. I paused for a second, She only ever calls me Jacob when I'm in trouble or when I'm doing that thing to her neck..
I jogged across the lawn, stopping a few feet from her. I ain't getting slapped again without a good goddamn reason.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked, glaring at her.
"What'd you mean, what the hell is wrong with me?" she snapped, glaring right back at me "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"I tell you that I've imprinted, you slap me then kick me - which was actually a pretty hard kick, by the way - and now you're jus' leaving, that's what's wrong with me!"
"Oh, so, you waited a whole week to tell me you've imprinted and now, what, I'm just supposed to be happy for you?" she yelled, balling her hands into little fists by her sides. "What, d'you want me to throw you a party, is that what this is? Another barbeque on the Rez cause Jakey finally told Bella?!"
"What? No, that's not.. what the hell, B? You're supposed to be happy for us!" I yelled back, advancing towards her - like a predator - until she was backed right up against her truck, as I felt the trembling begin. Calm down. Calm down now.
"If you think I'm gunna be happy for you and Cheyenne, then you are seriously delusional, Jacob!" she yelled, yanking on the driver-side door and trying to wriggle away from me. Cheyenne? What the fuck?
"Wait.. Bella, jus' wait!" I yelled, grabbing her shoulders to hold her still "What did you jus' say?"
She stared up at me then looked away, wiping furiously at her eyes. Oh please don't cry, baby.
"I said, if you think that I'm gunna be happy for you and Cheyenne, then you're seriously delusional, Jacob." she sniffed, staring down at her shoes like they were suddenly interesting.
"What the hell does she have to do with any of this?" I asked, staring down at her like she'd grown another head.
"You imprinted, Jacob, she's your imprint, it's alright, I get it now." she ranted, her tears falling rapidly "You two are gunna go off and, while you're all out running around like some distant relatives of Cujo, she'll be at home - your home - playing the loving little wifey. Oh, let me guess, I was just holding her place 'til you decided what you really wanted, righ-"
I smashed my lips down on hers, almost completely silencing her. The only way that stops her when she starts ranting. She mumbled, still attempting to rant - or cuss me out - through the kiss. She shoved my chest then brought her arm up again, I reached out and grabbed it, as it made it's way towards my face, the opposite side this time. At least I'd have matching slap-marks. I mused.
"Not this time." I growled against her lips, gripping her wrist and biting down gently on her bottom lip. I kissed my way from her lips to her neck then I pulled back, smirking at her.
She stood there staring up at me through half-lidded eyes. She blinked a few times, a little 'o' shape forming on those beautiful lips.
"I didn't imprint on her, Bella." I sighed, shaking my head "She was holding your place, I mean, she was half as important as you or ever gunna replace you.." I trailed off, running a hand through my hair "I imprinted on you Bella, it's always been you and it will always be you."
I watched the grin slowly spread across her face and her eyes sparkle, blinking away the fresh tears. She grabbed a handful of my t-shirt, pulling me towards her, until she was flush against me - well, as flush as we're ever gunna get unless Bells grows, like, a foot taller - still gripping a handful of my t-shirt.
"It's always been you too, Jake, now.." she whispered and pressed her lips to my neck, pulling back to wink at me "Do that again." Oh holy.. sweet Jesus-fuck.
disclaimer two; 'Birthday Sex' belongs to Jeremih, 'Bedrock' & Drake belong to Young Money & Jay Sean.. well, I love him so Bella shall love him too. ;]
by this point, I don't even have to tell you what you gotta do now, right? ;] xxxx