Author's Note: Hey again! Look two chapters in a day! :D I forgot to mention this in the last chapter, but for the sake of the love between Jacob and Ina, his imprinting on Renesmee will never happen in this story. Personally, I hated that SM did that to him and I think he deserves much better than some half human half vampire mutant baby thing. Just saying. Also, please excuse any spelling mistakes (I got paranoid because I think I spelled the mutant baby's name wrong), as I suck at spelling half the time, and the other half I just fail at typing. :( Feel free to review or rate or whatever else you can do to give your input because I'd love to hear from you! Thanks again and I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 2

I woke up the next morning feeling groggy and aching all over. Sunlight filtered in through my blinds, bathing everything in an incandescent glow. I sat up and looked around my room, scratching my head and mumbling incoherently. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, hearing a soft swish as something fell to the floor. I looked down, noticing a large brown jacket and groaned, the memories of last night resurfacing.

*Flashback*

"No! I won't let you!"

"If you don't let me I'll do it anyway. I would just like to have your permission first."

"I said no!"

Jake sighed. "Sorry Ina," he said, bending down. Next thing I knew I was being held in his arms bridal style and we were walking up to my front door. I weakly punched his chest and grumbled at him. Rain dripped off of his face and onto my head. I glared up at him and he looked back at me. I inhaled sharply, the beauty of him overwhelming me suddenly. He stared back, ignoring the rain and the wind and the cold just to look at me with an unreadable expression in his dark brown eyes. "Ina," he whispered, drawing me closer to him. The front door suddenly opened and I heard my mom gasp. My head snapped in her direction, breaking eye contact with Jake and struggling to get out of his arms. Of course there was no way that was going to happen. His biceps were the size of my head.

"What happened? Are you okay?" she asked while wiping my soggy hair out of my face. "She, um, fell and hurt herself. I think she may have fractured her nose," Jake replied, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Honey you have to be more careful! She's been like that since she was little, always bumping into things and tripping over air," my mom smiled. She shook her head and glanced up at Jake through her lashes. "I'm Katherine Call, Ina's mother. You may know my nephew, Embry?" she asked. I rolled my eyes. Mom was being suggestive with her eyebrows.

Realization dawned on Jake's face and he nodded. "Yeah he's my best friend. I wonder why we've never met before," he said, looking down at me. I shrugged. "Well anyway, I'm Jacob Black," he finally answered.

"Ah, Billy's son?"

"Yep."

"I haven't seen Billy in ages. We used to go to school together."

"Not to interrupt or anything, but it IS raining," I cut in. "Oh, right," Mom said sheepishly, stepping aside to let Jake and I inside. Against my protests, Mom pointed him to my bedroom and he walked me back to it while she made some hot tea. "Where do you want me to put you?" he asked, looking around. "Just on my feet would be nice," I grumbled. He grudgingly sat me down and I tried not to wobble. "See? I'm fine. Now leave," I growled. He looked sad, like some kind of puppy. I felt a little bad for being mean when he was so nice to me, but a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do. I gathered some clean clothes and headed to the bathroom for a hot shower. The water burned my frozen toes but felt good at the same time, and soon I warmed up enough to move efficiently. I gently scrubbed the blood from my face and neck while the conditioner soaked into my hair, then rinsed and got out to dry off. Unfortunately I didn't think there was any hope for my blood stained clothes, but I stuck them in the hamper anyway. When I opened the door my ears were assaulted by my mom's loud, cackling laughter. I walked into the living room to see Jake sitting on the couch with a towel around his neck, smiling nervously. I crossed my arms and glared at him.

"Why are you still here?" I asked. He grinned widely and my heart skipped a beat. "Your mom said I should wait for you to get out of the shower so you could thank me properly."

"Mother!" I cried, throwing my arms down at my side and balling my hands into fists. "Oh don't be cross with me," she said, wagging a finger at me, "you really should thank him for taking care of you. He is a very nice young man." She smiled at Jake and he raised his eyebrows at me. The tea pot whistled and mom poured us each a steaming cup, motioning for me to sit on the couch beside the giant boy. I grimly obeyed, sipping my tea and hissing when it burned my lip. My cup was quickly whisked away and a warm hand grabbed my face. I turned red as a pepper as Jake's finger trailed over my top lip, my heart kicking up a notch at his close proximity. I stared wide eyed as he leaned toward me, nipping my top lip in between his lips and running his tongue over it. His chocolate eyes caught mine, seemingly gazing into my very soul before he finally released my lip and whispered, "Better?" I nodded before I could stop myself and just kept staring at him, mouth agape. "Oh my," my mom chuckled. We both jumped, forgetting that she was there and he quickly stood and handed the towel to me. "Um, I'll just be going now," he mumbled, walking briskly into the pouring rain.

My mom winked at me and elbowed me in the side. "Eh? Eh? You like him don't you?" she nudged. I rolled my eyes and quickly stomped to my room, shutting the door before burrowing under my blankets. What had just happened? My lip still tingled from both the burn and the kiss. I touched my fingers to it, letting the warmth spread into my chilly skin. Jacob Black, friend of the evil Paul Meraz, had just kissed me, that was what happened. The more I thought about it the angrier I got. Who was he to just grab my head and kiss me like that? And in front of my mother no less! I thought up more than a few ways to get my revenge before finally deciding that it would be better to just not talk to him ever again. My heart twinged at bit at this, but I ignored it and fell into a restless slumber.

*End Flashback*

"Mom what is this?" I asked angrily, shoving the jacket in her face. She smiled and pushed it back at me. "It's Jacob's jacket. He left it on the chair last night and just ran off and left it, so I washed it and put it on your bed. Fortunately he left his number," she waved a piece of paper under my nose, "just in case you needed some more help. I also gave him your number." I jabbed a finger at her.

"You! You evil! You planned this!" I hissed. If this were an anime snakes would be coming out of my head right about now. She smiled innocently and went behind the counter for safety as I raged on, gesturing wildly about the dangers of handing out phone numbers to random creepy guys and what bad things could happen. It's like I'm the mom and she's the seventeen year old daughter in some kind of messed up Freaky Friday story, only, well, I'm still in my body and she's still in hers. It would be weird to be in her body, just saying. But I digress.

"Mom you CANNOT just hand my phone number out to any guy you think is cute!" I yelled angrily. She seemed impervious to my attacks, only the deepened corners of her mouth showing that she was even listening. "Mom! I still can't BELIEVE that you would do something like that! He's Paul Meraz's friend FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!"

"Paul is a nice boy. You two used to be best friends, what happened?" she asked thoughtfully.

"Adolescence happened. Stop trying to change the subject," I seethed. She rolled her eyes and I went on ranting. After about ten minutes I finally ran out of breath and went to my bedroom to get dressed, trying to find the ugliest thing I could ever wear while still looking somewhat decent. I decided on the ancient t-shirt I had won at summer camp when I was twelve and black sweat pants. I yanked on my rain boots and puffy jacket and headed out the door, Jake's jacket in tow. Halfway down the street I turned and walked up to a red brick house, knocking loudly. My breath came out in frosty puffs as I waited. The door was opened by an older lady with streaks of gray in her inky black hair, and I put on my most charming smile.

"Hello Mrs. Meraz, I was wondering if you could give this to Paul? It belongs to a friend of his that I don't really know."

She looked surprised for a moment before her face cracked into a smile and she waved at me to come in. "Ina I haven't seen you since you were this—" she held her hand out to my shoulder, "—big! Why don't you come in and give it to Paul yourself, I'm sure he would be more than happy to see you," she said with a twinkle in her eye. I see she still hasn't given up on the trying to make me and Paul get married thing. "You'd have beautiful babies!" she used to tell me. Granted, Paul was extremely handsome. Tall, muscular, and dark eyes that could stop a woman in her tracks, not to mention his killer smile and seemingly endless skills in fixing things. I used to think that maybe we could be together, but all that stopped when we turned fourteen and he started calling me names like "baby" and embarrassing me in front of his friends. I tried not to gag and smiled at Mrs. Meraz, waiting until I turned around to roll my eyes. She was a sweet lady, but very persistent. I knew my way around the house like the back of my hand, even though I hadn't stepped foot inside for three years. I made my way to Paul's room and knocked before I opened the door a little, peeping inside. Paul was sprawled out across his bed, shirtless and still asleep. My face flushed when I realized how much he had, ahem, developed since I had been friends with him. Weird. Paul is not hot, I told myself over and over. I couldn't decide if I wanted to just leave the jacket or rudely throw it in his face, possibly suffocating him with it—

"Hey sugar, finally come to your senses about me?" Paul's husky voice mumbled. I blushed, chucked the jacket at him and turned to leave, but he was out of his bed and wrapped around me in a flash. "What, leaving so soon? But you just got here," he moaned in my ear. I blanched.

"Paul, please remove yourself from my person or face the pain of castration," I said in a monotone voice.

"Make me," he whispered. So I did. Soon he was writhing on the ground in pain while I dusted my hands off and walked out, saying a quick goodbye to his mother before running out the door. I knew that I had hurt him, but how badly and how long he would stay down I didn't know. I had almost made it to my house when I heard feet pounding up the pavement behind me. I turned around to see Paul barreling up the sidewalk, still shirtless and without shoes. I braced myself for impact but he put on the breaks and stood in front of me. "You slut! I can't believe you punched me in the nads!" he panted.

"Oh really," I raised an eyebrow at him, "I'm the slut? What about you Mr.I've-had-sex-with-every-woman-in-La Push?"

He drew himself up to his full height in an attempt to intimidate me, but it didn't work. I just laughed at him and socked him in the jaw before running into my house and slamming the door in his face. "INA ALEXA CALL IF YOU HIT ME ONE MORE TIME!" I heard him scream. I chuckled and locked the door. Mom eyed me warily from the kitchen, but I just smiled and skipped to my room to embrace my waiting laptop. After a few minutes my phone beeped at me, signaling that I had a text message. I nearly fell off the bed laughing when I saw what it said.

"From: Paul Meraz

Ina you know you want me so stop trying to fight it."

"In your dreams, Mr. Meraz," I typed back. He replied immediately.

"Oh yeah, well I'll tell Jake that you tried to rape me in my sleep."

I snorted.

"Right, like he'll believe that. That's his jacket by the way, kindly return it to him."

It took him a few moments to reply to that one, so I spent the next few minutes watching a video on YouTube. I waited until it was over to check my phone again.

"You know…he really really likes you. You two should date! :D"

That was a bit confusing considering he had been trying to get me to date him a few moments ago.

"I think I'll pass," I replied, frowning.

"Why? He's a good guy…"

I thought about it for a moment. I didn't really know why I wouldn't date Jake other than the fact that he was close friends with Paul. A vision flashed before my eyes, heated lips embracing my already burnt lip. I blushed.

"Um, well, long story."

"You can tell me. Come on, we used to be friends. :("

Why was Paul trying to be nice? The little, well, big brat had done nothing but torture me for the past three years and suddenly he wants to have a heart to heart? No way dude.

"Sorry, I don't really feel like it at the moment. My period is really bad, I need a hug. :("

After that he never texted back. I let out an evil laugh and returned to my precious YouTube. A little while later I heard the doorbell ring, but let my mom open it. If it was someone for me, which it never was, she'd send them back to my room. Suddenly my door burst open, nearly being ripped off its hinges as Jake came flying through the air and landed beside me, taking my hand in his.

"Are you okay? Do you need anything? Should I go to the store and get you some—" he wiggled his eyebrows, "things."

I yanked my hand away and stared at him like he was crazy. Which I think he is.

"What on earth are you talking about?" I inquired.

And without missing a beat he replied in a single breath, "Paul said you were on your period and that you had said you needed a hug and so I kinda got worried about you and ran right over to see if you needed anything or maybe wanted me to go get something for you just in case, you know, maybe you ran out or something but mostly I was just really worried because I don't want you to be in pain and alone."

…Paul Meraz, you are soooo dead.

My phone chose that moment to beep and I angrily flipped it open. Of course.

"From: Paul Meraz

You're welcome, baby. ;) "