A/N: I had to rewrite this entire chapter for the reason I felt that I was rushing right into the plot line. This one seems more satisfying to keep the story moving forward.

I have an important A/N at the bottom.

D: Disclaimed

Guest: Jacob's reaction will come soon. Though I hadn't mentioned much of it, but Jacob has rejected the imprint in the beginning for his own reasons that will be given eventually throughout the story. The reasons for reconciliations with Sebastian will come to the light soon enough.

Chapter Three

Sometimes I can be selfish. Sometimes I can be inconsiderate to others. But whom was I trying to fool; this seemed to my first act on the term. I said yes –I agreed to a meet and greet with Jacob and his friends. And now this could all be one big mistake.

The many lectures of how dangerous I was, was beginning to sink in as I recalled my family reminding me that one slip could expose us. The Volturi'd execute us and any future hybrid's fates would be based on my mistakes. If there were ever children born in a similar predicament as mine, they'd be disposed of before they could experience life, and it would be all because of me.

I'd disappoint my family.

Once again, I'm selfish. The only humans I had been around are my grandparents and grandma Sue's family. I've never been exposed to society really, and if I ever were, I had always been escorted. Sometimes it felt as if I was some sort of ticking time bomb that everyone waited to explode.

Trust has never been my parent's strongest point, especially when it came to me. I've been considered a newborn still, any consideration would never be given to me, and the only one who seemed upset by it was my uncle Emmett. There were times he would defend me, and he was the one that spoke of my mother's will to take control when she was changed. Uncle Emmett's theories were that I wouldn't be any different.

That was the last Christmas I had spent with the family three years ago.

Of course Skype-ing over the holidays had some of the privileges, but never the warmth and comfort of being with my family. Everyone hated it, but they would never show it. I always had to keep my promise that I would open the presents they'd send me first, seeing how they couldn't be here.

Grandpa Charlie had hoped that this wouldn't last for my entire existence; there were times he'd be arguing with my mother over the phone on how unfair it was for me. His argument would always lead to how I was able to control myself whenever he'd accidently cut himself, or grandma Sue doing the same –I had been unaffected.

But they were family, I could never hurt them, and that was mom's argument. Which was true, I could never hurt them even if I tried.

I was just tired of being treated like I was a monster.

Without even asking, I informed grandpa about Jacob supposedly coming to pick me up at noon. I was already declining the invitation and had asked grandpa to let him know that I wouldn't be going. With a hurt expression, grandpa agreed.

I remained in the seclusion of my room as I heard Jacob's truck boom in the driveway. I felt horrible for tossing away my one chance to be civilized, to associate with a group that knew nothing about me. But it was for there safety. Because now, everything that has been explained to me, everything that had been lectured, was now engraved in my head.

I'm a monster.

I could never be normal. The more I thought about it, the more it hurt. I wasn't a miracle if I couldn't be a part of this world. I was a mistake that needed to be kept hidden. I cried tears of blood, I fed off of animal blood as well as human food –I'm far from normal.

"I still think you should come." I turned in surprised, Jacob stood at the door as I lay on my bed, wiping the tear trying to escape. "What seems to be bothering you?"

I hadn't said a thing because I wasn't sure how to explain any of this. It had been easier for me to just shut him out like he did to me, like everyone had. I've never faced confliction, and as much as I wanted to say, 'Fine, I'll go,' I just couldn't. There was no way that I could go.

"Charlie thinks it will be good for you." He spoke quietly.

Jacob had to have been lying. No matter how much grandpa felt guilty about my seclusion, not once has he caved and let me go anywhere. He always kept his word when it came to promising my mother, but… there were times now that he would put me before his own daughter.

"I shouldn't." I murmured and turned away again.

"But why?" He was now in my room. "I'm sure that everything will be fine."

"Why don't you go son," grandpa Charlie was now peeking through the door. "You need to get out there and make some friends. I spoke to your mother and she said it would be okay."

Now I was definitely confused to say the least. Grandpa Charlie had to have been lying now too. Mom would never agree to this, even if she had, my father would step in and put my safety card on the game board they had me on. Dad would never let me pass go, which I was sure of.

"But what about my father?" I asked.

"He doesn't seem too pleased, but he's okay with it as long as Jacob and Seth is with you." Grandpa answered, then looking at Jacob, "Seth will be there too, right?"

"Of course." Jacob let out a smile, "Seth's already getting everything ready with Emily down at the beach."

"They're really okay with this?" I asked, turning and sitting up to face them both.

"Would I lie to you kid," grandpa chuckled, "now get up and go have some fun, you're grandma is already fixing something up for you to bring."

After grabbing my swim trunks and a towel, I was out the door with my grandma's fruit salad and into Jacob's loud Chevy. I felt ridiculous to be smiling like a fool now, but I wasn't the only one. It was actually the first time I had seen Jacob smile this big, or at all really. His expressions were usually neutral, or just a half-smile.

"Let's go." He shifted the truck in gear and we headed for La Push.

The radio played lowly through the entire trip, small talk was exchanged here and there. Most of the time my mind was focused on not messing this all up. The weather was gloomy for one, which would be a good thing since I didn't want to sparkle in the sunlight. Because I'm half-human, my skin doesn't shine as bright as my family's, but it's still noticeable.

As we travelled down the highway, I continued to pray that whatever this was would be a friendship that I could be thankful for. Jacob's not exactly my age, but he still looked as if he was in his late teens. I didn't want to ask how old he was either because I didn't want to make this awkward.

If some type of friendship developed from his, I had hoped that after I left it would still remain. I've faced abandonment more than once; it has always been an issue for me. I knew where it developed too, the exact moment.

It was the day my parents had to make the hardest decision in their existence. They had to leave me here. Whether it had been for my safety, I had never had the privileges of growing up with my parents. The day my mother packed my things from the house a few miles out of town was the day my parents expressed how depressed they had felt. I remember my mother holding me in her lap as she rocked me back and forth, humming a tune I could hardly remember. In the back, all of my childhood things packed neatly with my clothes and the memories I was meant to keep of my coven.

Being as strong as they were, I could tell that my parents were crushed over the fact of leaving me behind, but it was a must, a must that I never understood at the time. In my eyes, they were leaving me behind and they never wanted me. They left in the Volvo and not once had looked back. My mother hadn't even turned around to wave and blow me a kiss like she always had.

That was the first time blood had fell down my cheek.

I remember my grandpa picking me up too, holding me in his arms telling me that everything was going to be okay. They would come back. I noticed the wolf in the woods next to the house, standing next to two other ones. It didn't seem to faze my grandparents either that they were there. But, at the same time, it really felt as if the wolf was now saying goodbye to me too. I was right as I watched it disappear into the forest, and that was the last time I've seen it.

It seems that everyone left me that day.

"You look like you're deep in thought." Jacob spoke. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah," I nodded nonchalantly. "I was just thinking."

"Well, we're here." He shifted the truck in park.

We were at a beach I had never been to. The ocean danced against the beach, clashing with he rocky cliffs nearby. Rotted logs and trees lay in random spots, some put in place around the campfire down by the picnic tables. I noticed Seth tossing more wood in the small fire as another man and a woman stood besides the grill. I noticed Paul and Rachel sitting on the logs as well as another girl sitting with who I think was Jared. I hardly had known those other than Seth, Jacob, Leah and Paul. The others all seemed unfamiliar in a sense.

"You can get changed over at the restrooms over there." Jacob pointed at the small green shacks near the tree line.

"Okay." I muttered as I grabbed my bag from the back of the truck.

As nervous as I was, I knew I had to do this in order to break the barriers between my family and the people from here. In some way, it was on my shoulders to prove to them that I meant no harm.

I walked down the beach in my shorts, sandals and a tank top, hoping that it was just enough to fit in. But I could already see that I stuck out like a sore thumb. It was very uncomfortable to find that I was the only guy here with a normal build. I was tiny compared to all of the guys here. Even the younger guys were built like tanks, and to top it all off, they were all running around shirtless.

I couldn't understand how they all looked like sculpted gods, or similar to them. Did they spend their every moments working out? It didn't help much that I was shorter too. I mean, I knew that Jacob, Seth and Paul were tall, but I didn't think that all the guys here were six feet and over.

"I'm guessing that you are Sebastian?" A woman greeted me with a smile and a extended hand. "I'm Kim."

"Nice to meet you," I stood still, staring at her hand and thinking of some way to tell her that I don't touch people for the reason of invading their privacy. "I'm sorry," I apologized, "I suffer from Obsessive–compulsive disorder."

"Oh, no problem." It didn't seem to bother her, thankfully.

I followed Kim as she led me around the fire, introducing me to the women that gathered as they watched the guys play a game of soccer on the beach. I found it strange how Kim introduced some of them as so-and-so's imprints. What was an imprint really? I figured it was Kim's way of saying that they were their girlfriends? None of it made sense.

"How are you making out Sebastian?" Jacob came over with a smile on his face once again.

"I'm fine," I said in a low tone, "just meeting everyone."

"Don't worry Jake, he's in good hands." Kim nudged him, "go play with the rest of the guys."

As the meal was ready, the girl introduced as Emily announced for everyone to eat. It was in resects to the guests that we go first, but I think I was the only one. It felt weird as the girls followed me as the guys settled in spots around the fire.

Jacob had been right when he said the group would be civilized, and I was beginning to think that it was only Paul that held a grudge in the first place, but even he said a quick hello as Rachel sat on his lap and began feeding him from her plate. Most of them were actually sharing their food, and I found it strange at first, but never paid much attention after that.

Jacob sat next to me and asked me if I needed anything, I kindly declined just as he continued to joke with the crowd. It was nerve wrecking as the conversation was steered in my direction. Kim had asked me where I grew up and where I went to school. Much to her surprise, she was shocked to find out that I lived in Forks my entire life and had been homeschooled.

It bothered me a little to hear Jacob fill in some of the blanks as he quickly said that I don't get out much. It's not like it had been my fault, but it didn't stop some of them from teasing me about being a hermit. It gave me some notion of them being friendly.

"You ready to head back?" Jacob had asked.

I nodded just as I finished helping Emily and Kim clean up the tables and everything else. It did help that I had excessive amount of strength when I hauled the large coolers to the trucks. It was a good thing that none of them questioned my abilities.

I said my goodbyes and hopped into the passenger side of Jacob's truck, buckling and waiting as he sat in the driver's seat.

"Did you have a good time?" He asked as he turned the ignition.

"Yes," I gave him a smile, "thank you. For everything."

"No problem."

I found myself laughing at the stories Jacob had told me about the game with the guys. Though he apologized for not spending much time with me since he invited me, I told him that it wasn't a problem. If it weren't for Kim, I'd feel out of place most of the time. A part of me was happy that he enjoyed the get together just as much as I had, and if somehow I made it a little bit better, was a bonus for me.

Apparently it was.

I was flattered to hear that Jacob was happy that agreed to come. But it still bothered me how he treated me before; it was as if I had known two different Jacobs. I was afraid of the first one, and I continued to fear that he just might show up. I was afraid of the second one too, but in an entirely different manner. I found myself becoming fond of him, and that scared me because I've never had these feelings about anyone.

It all seemed too soon for me.

My sexuality was still in question, but being with Jacob had almost made me feel as if I fancied those of the same sex. Or maybe it was just Jacob? Either way, it proved that I hadn't really looked at women in such a way, so maybe I was gay?

"Would you like to do this again sometime soon?" It surprised me to hear him ask this.

"Another get together?" I asked confused.

"Yeah, maybe just us next time…" he paused for a moment, "or with Seth and the rest of the guys."

"I'd like that." I said nervously.

I didn't want to give off the vibes that it excited me. I left it up to him if it would just be us, and I had hoped on some terms that it might just be us. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed Seth's company, but I found myself wanting to get to know Jacob even more. Even if it might set me up for disappointment.

I'm just a kid, and in his eyes, he sees the same. It didn't matter if he was gay or not, he wouldn't come near me for the reason he was far much older than I was. I'm thirteen for crying out loud. I may look like I'm seventeen or eighteen, but that would create so many barriers for us. If there ever was an us.

The more I thought of it, the more insane I felt. I hardly knew Jacob and I was already falling for the guy. I'm barely just discovering myself and I was already swooning over the man. It wasn't healthy.

I wanted a friend, not a boyfriend. But… even having a friend seemed pointless most of the time. I was leaving within a couple months, and no matter how much I tried to forget, the thought still withered in the back of my brain.

"Well, we're here."

"Thanks Jacob." I unbuckled and opened the door. "I'll see you later."

"Wait." I stopped before I closed the door, "are you doing anything tomorrow." I shook my head, "do you want to go to the diner for lunch? My treat?"

"Yeah," I nodded again, "sure."

"Great, I'll pick you up at eleven-thirty?"

"Yeah."

"See you later Seb."

Now I was confused. Was it a date? I've seen them in the few movies I had watched, and it usually happened this way. But with two guys, was it any different. He didn't exactly ask to hang out, he asked me to join him for lunch. Maybe I was overthinking this and it was just exactly that, a lunch.

Without giving it much more of a thought, I made my way inside and washed the bowl from the fruit salad and went to my room as grandma prepared dinner before grandpa came home. She asked me about the get-together and seemed happy when I told her that I had fun. She appeared to be more excited to hear that Jacob and I were going to lunch tomorrow.

My suspicion had begun to kick in once again. There was a time that I was curious if my family was hiding something from me, and in that time, it had something to do with future. Something always led me to assume that they were holding secrets from me. But it was never clear.

When it came to me growing up, my parents had hated to talk about it. It was never for the fact that I would be considered a teenager or an adult; it was something else I could never place my finger on. Even when it came to me telling my grandparents how excited I'd be to be older, it was as if they knew what my future held.

By the time dinnertime had arrived, so did grandpa. He followed with the same curiosity and reacted in a similar manner when I had mentioned that I would be having lunch with Jacob. He was happy about it. Was I such a loner that they were happy that an older man was becoming my friend?

"Am I missing something?" I asked regretfully.

"What do you mean, hon?" grandma asked.

"I mean," I sighed, "its just going out for lunch with Jacob. Something doesn't fit right."

"I'm not following Seb?" grandpa added.

"I get it that you guys consider him family… I mean… I don't really know where I'm going with this." I mumbled as I stirred my fork in my mashed potatoes.

"C'mon Seb, spill it." Grandpa put his fork down.

"It just seems… Jacob is more involved in my life than I had expected." I really didn't know how to explain it. "I mean, even when he's not even close to the topic of discussion, somehow he is brought up into it. Even though my parents as well as the rest of them don't say it, I get the feeling that they don't like him whenever I'd bring him up in a conversation."

They both stared at me confused.

"For instance, when I spoke to my mom and dad yesterday morning, the slightest mention of Jacob showing up for his daily visits, my father seethed at the mention of his name. My mother doesn't show it, but it's like she despises him as well. You guys like him, but my family hates him for reasons I don't know of. Why?"

"I think that's something you need to discuss with your mom Seb," grandpa replied, "I'm sorry son, but it's not my place to speak on her behalf."

"Fine," I stood up, "I'll call her now."

Without finishing my dinner, I made my way back to my room and began to call my parents to look for some answers. There was something grandpa wasn't telling me, and I knew that my mother would most likely begin to deny that there was something. It was time that whatever secrets they were keeping would come out into the open.

"Sebastian?" Grandpa Carlisle answered, still looking youthful as ever. "How are you doing Sebby?"

"Fine grandpa," I sighed. He was the only one I permitted to call me that, even though I hated the nickname with a passion, "can I speak to my parents grandpa?"

"Your mother's here, your father went hunting with your uncles," he chuckled, "it took them awhile to get here."

"I'll have to talk to them later," I didn't mean to sound rude, "can I speak to mom then?"

"Yeah, sure," He stood up and shouted for my mother.

"Sebastian? I hadn't expected a call at least until tomorrow," she giggled, "Charlie told me that you were going to the beach with Seth and Jacob."

"Yeah, about that." I adjusted my chair in discomfort. "I need to ask you something that has been bothering me."

"Did he hurt you?" She questioned upset.

"No." I deadpanned, "why would he hurt me?"

"Never mind."

"Well, I wanted to ask about Jacob in particular." She knew I was stalling, but I didn't know how to approach the subject any further. "Why do you and dad hate him?"

"I don't hate Jacob, who said that?"

"No one," I replied, "but whenever we bring him up to subject, everyone acts as if he's an enemy. I know I barely know him and such, but it's like you guys know something I don't know about him, should I trust him?"

"Of course you should."

"Then why do I get the feeling that you don't?" I asked upset. "When he comes up in a topic, I can see the expressions in all of your faces. Even though we hardly stay in contact as much as I would like, every time its like you want me to stand clear of him. Dad even asks about him in a disgusted manner. What is it I'm missing?"

"We've known Jacob before you were born Sebastian," she spoke, "but for me to give you answers, there are discussions that you need to have with him before I can give you any information that I may know."

"What exactly is that supposed to mean?"

"It means," I could see that she was a bit upset now, "in order for me to give my story, he has to give you his. Jacob hasn't always coincided with your father for their reasons, but he has to tell you those reasons himself."

"Okay," I sighed in defeat, "I'll ask him at lunch tomorrow."

"You're going to lunch with him?"

"Yeah, he asked me when he dropped me off this afternoon."

"Please be safe Sebastian," she pleaded before I hung up, "and Sebastian, there is one thing that you should ask him that might get you some answers."

"What?"

"Ask him…" she paused for a moment, hesitantly too. "Ask him what an imprint is."

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