"I doubt if a single individual could be found from the whole of mankind free from some form of insanity.
The only difference is one of degree.
A man who sees a gourd and takes it for his wife is called insane
because this happens to very few people."

~Desiderius Erasmus ~

There's a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch, it's bringing me out the dark
Finally I can see you crystal clear
Go ahead and sell me out and I'll lay your ship [shit] bare
See how I'll leave with every piece of you

Don't underestimate the things that I will do
There's a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch
And it's bringing me out the dark
The scars of your love remind me of us

They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless
I can't help feeling

We could have had it all
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
Rolling in the deep
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
You had my heart inside of your hand
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
And you played it to the beat
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

Baby, I have no story to be told
But I've heard one on you
And I'm gonna make your head burn
Think of me in the depths of your despair
Make a home down there

As mine sure won't be shared
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
The scars of your love remind me of us
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

I can't help feeling
We could have had it all
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
Rolling in the deep
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
You had my heart inside of your hand
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
And you played it to the beat
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

Could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside of your hand
But you played it with a beating
Throw your soul through every open door
Count your blessings to find what you look for

Turn my sorrow into treasured gold
You'll pay me back in kind and reap just what you sow
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
We could have had it all
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

We could have had it all
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
It all, it all, it all
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
We could have had it all
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
Rolling in the deep
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
You had my heart inside of your hand
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)

And you played it to the beat
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
We could have had it all
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
Rolling in the deep
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
You had my heart inside of your hand
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)

But you played it
You played it
You played it
You played it to the beat.

~Rolling in the Deep~
Adele

"Was that story real?"

Jake looked up, arching a brow. "Which one?"

"The one about the third wife," I asked, and he opened his door - shrugging.

"Could be. Dad seems to think so,"

I bit my lip as I got out of the car, running a hand through my hair. "Do you?"

Jake smiled coyly. "Urgh, maybe."

I groaned. "C'mon, tell me. Keeping secrets isn't your best skill."

He scoffed. "I have mad skills at keeping secrets. I've kept one of Embry's secrets for ten years."

I raised my eyebrows, crossing my arms. "What is it?"

"Oh, Embry's scared of balloon animals."

I stared at Jake, looking at his face for any sign of visual mocking before I burst out into laughter, uncontrollable, from the gut laughter that was only fuelled more when I saw Jakes face light up, realizing what he had just said.

"I, no - that's. He's not-"

I couldn't stop my laughing and I shook my head, putting a hand over my mouth to stop my loud giggles and Jake helped me up the porch.

"Your evil,"

Recovering my breath, and resurfacing from the land of laughs - I smiled. "Of course I am. When my evil plan comes true and I dominate the world, you can say you knew me."

He smiled. "Your evil plan to dominate the world?"

I nodded. "Shut up, about it. The government satellites can't hear about it, or they'll come and lock me away." He looked to me like I was insane before I chuckled, fumbling with my keys to open the door. "I was joking,"

"Hey, did you sit on something?"

Oh god.

Oh no.

I had turned around, and he had seen it.

My butt sweat.

Oh, holy mother of shit - why did I not wear a diaper!

I nodded. "Urgh, yeah, must have."

"Oh,"

Turned around as I stepped inside the house, I knew he could see my cheeks flaming and I smiled - waving slightly awkwardly. "Thanks for tonight, it was, uhm, nice."

I guess.

If you call being surrounded by steroid freaks is nice.

Hey, they're nice people!

His face dropped. "Nice?"

I nodded. "Nice. For a date."

His eyes widened and he frantically shook his head, reassuringly waving his arms around. "No, no no - that's. No! That wasn't a date. I thought, since you-" He cut off, pointing his finger accusingly at me. " You don't date!" He protested and I nodded

"I know I don't but I since you seem to always be trying to kiss me, not that I mind, I just figured that you wanted to date me but seriously - I don't mind."

Yes you do.

Your dying inside.

And your thoughts are swirling about you 26 and a half cats.

His eyes widened as he shook his head, almost as if he was not able to comprehend the awkwardness of the situation I just wanted to forget.

It was obvious now, even I knew that.

He didn't like me - of course he didn't like me. I'm sure his need to kiss me was fuelled with unwanted hormones or maybe a physical affect of the steroids he seems to be consuming. Jacob Black could have any girl he wanted, any girl that could appreciate his godly-ness - yet he picked me for the strangest, and most confusing reason yet I know now why.

He wants a summer fling.

And that's okay.

Not really.

Okay, not at all.

Okay - I'm slowly but steadily resenting him.

He stepped closer to me, his fists clenched - snapping me out of my thoughts. "You think I don't want to date you?" He asked, his usually horse voice quiet and unnerving, to say the least.

I nodded, reprimanding myself for being so stupid to even think that thins could be a possibility. "It's okay, if you don't, really, I get it. It's happened before."

His eyes flashed, anger consuming him as he started to shake ever so lightly - like he did that day on the porch.

Maybe he had a syndrome, or something.

"What do you mean this has happened before?" He demanded, his eyes flashing with undisclosed fury.

I shrugged, leaning against the door frame. "No, it's nothing."

He stepped forward, his dark eyes that I had once gazed into seemed like they could kill a thousand men with one look."Tell me," He demanded, angered.

"Well, it was last year and my friends - well the girls I thought were my friends - payed someone a hundred dollars to go out with me."

And then he punched the side of the house.

My eyes widened as I stepped outside, my hands going to Jacobs and I looked at his bloodied hand - that was healing.

It was ... healing.

I could see the flesh repair itself, and Jake didn't seem phased - yet seemed to clam with my touch. Tracing were the wound was meant to be, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I flipped his hand over - searching for the pain blindingly agonizing wound.

"Jacob, what just happened?" I demanded, confusion washing over me as I struggled with the logic of the situation.

This is medically impossible.

Maybe he just heals fast.

That is too fast to be normal.

He looked down at me, and at his hand, pulling it away from me. "Nothing. I-I'll see you tomorrow,"

And with that he disappeared, leaving his car in my driveway and disappearing into the woods.

Does he always do that?

Appears so.

Rejection washed over me, and I locked the door as I reprimanded myself on being so pure and utterly idiotic at the aspect of Jacob, or anyone to that fact, ever possibly wanting to date me.

How could they?

I was hideous.

Wiping away the fallen tears, I climbed the stairs as quietly as I could - knowing that I didn't want to wake my snoring Uncle.

Yes, he shored.

I really didn't get much sleep.

Closing my bedroom door, I stripped off my jeans and my top - going over to where my tattered pyjama's lay, yet I stopped as I looked in the mirror.

Auburn waves cascaded down my back, while my flat stomach showed no sign of my former obesity - only the small, tiny white lines were indicators of my humiliating and ugly past.

The curves of my breast were held in a lacy, black bra - something I had giddily giggled at when I had picked it out for tonight. I turned away from the mirror, not being able to look at myself for much longer before turning back to window - forgetting my pyjama's and pulling back my quilt.

And then I heard it.

A light thud of feet alerted me to an I trader in my room, and I turned around sharply - preparing myself for an axe wielding murderer that fancied black lace bra's and panties.

But the sight I was met with was not a chubby middle man with a veer gut and a chequered top.

It was Jake.

My nudist.

In my bedroom.

Looking at my bra and panties.

Eh, he's seen you naked - Bra and panties is a step up.

Crossing the room in two long stride, he pulled me into his scorching hot arms and pulled me up - crashing his lips down on my and I felt myself go rigid at he aspect of my first kiss.

Oh, god, this was my first kiss.

Elation spread through my body like an uncontrollable fire as I let myself relax - my lips moving against his as I entangled my hands in his chopped black hair and I moaned against his lips as he broke the kiss, the feeling of jubilance consuming me. He cupped my face with his band, bringing his lips down to mine one last time before he released me - my hands still at his neck while he cupped my cheek, his hot breath vibrating my numb lips.

"I forgot to do this earlier," He said, and it almost seemed to pain him to step away from me and go back to the window. "Antoinette Swan, do you want to go on a date with me?"

I bit my lip.

"This is so, urgh, unexpected!" I jokingly replied and he grabbed me - throwing me down on the bed and I couldn't help buy giggle as he rolled his eyes.

"So?" He asked, reminding me of a little boy who wanted a toy, yet his mother was yet to give in.

I smiled, nodding. "Jake, of course I want to go on a date with you."

He let a huge smile escape him before recovering, the broad smile still on his face as was about to leave and I shook my head.

"No!" I objected as he was about to climb out the window, shaking my head. "Please. Stay?"

He looked torn, before taking off his shoes - climbing into bed with me.

Before I could do anything else, though, he ripped his shirt off - throwing it at me. "As much as I like seeing you like that," He said, his voice pained. "I don't think Charlie would like it if we did what I'm imagining so please - put this shirt on,"

I smirked - slipping the oversized shirt over my body. "I think that was just giving you an excuse to show off your abs."

He smirked as he pulled me closer to him. "You've caught me."

Talking never gets tiring, especially when your giggling uncontrollably about a story consisting of toothpaste and a high school gym. And Embry Call.

God, that guy cracks me up.

Well, his misfortune does.

Falling asleep at four in the morning, however, is usually an affect of alcohol.

This time, it's an affect of Jacob.

Apart from the other affects, this one kind of sucked.

Because when I woke up four hours later - I was met with a empty bed and a poundingly violent headache, something I usually have when I'm intoxicated.

But maybe I was intoxicated.

Just not with the usual kind of substance.

Jake was my intoxication.

Wiping my eyes, I didn't bother changing out of Jacobs top - knowing that if I dared rip myself form this top, I would no longer be able to feel his warmth or smell him.

Your really, really weird.

I don't care - I'm dating a fucking god.

Running a hand through my tangled hair, I grabbed some water out of the fridge - trying to make the head ache go away.

It didn't work.

So a day filled withering on the couch, groaning while watching re-runs of friends seemed to fill up my Friday.

"Hey Anna,"

I looked up as I saw my Uncle; smiling. "Hiya, Uncle Charlie. How was work?"

"Eh,"

And that was the end of our conversation.

Well, what I thought was the end.

"Hey, did you have someone in your room last night?"

Oh, god.

You've been caught.

Just start apologizing and crying.

No! Don't do that, just play along - you haven't broke the law, he can't arrest you!

He's the chief of police, idiot, he can arrest me for whatever he wants.

Just act normal.

You've done nothing wrong.

He better not find the cocaine in my purse then.

...

I'm joking, of course.

I'm not that stupid.

Well, ...

Shut it.

I shook my head. "No. Why would you think that?"

Charlie shrugged. "Just thought I heard voices,"

Really, because you were snoring pretty loudly last night.

I shook my head, swinging my legs off of the couch. "Nope. I just came home from the bonfire and went to bed."

Charlie nodded before looking back at me. "Do you know what happened to the porch wall?"

Crap.

What am I going to say?

'Oh, well when I was out there - the man I went on a 'non' date with punched a wall after I told him someone had payed a guy $100 to go out with me. By the way, it was a really crappy non-date where I rambled on about my dead hamster. So, what did you do last night'?

That would be a sane explanation.

Your not sane, Anna.

Obviously.

I shrugged. "Maybe some kid hit it. I saw that kid from across the street with a basketball yesterday. Maybe he did it."

Charlie nodded before grabbing the newspaper, not looking. "So, when did Jacob leave this morning?"

Shit.

Shit, shit, balls.

The universe officially hated me.

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