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Chapter 2

"Bella, do you want something to eat?" It was Emily who spoke, Sam's girlfriend. Imprint, that's what he'd referred to her as. He explained as a sort of love at first sight, meeting your soul mate. I wanted to believe it, yet I was unable to. After all, how secure could a soul mate be if mine had left me? Not very, I'm guessing. "Bella did you hear me?"

I was suddenly jerked from my thoughts. "Oh, yeah. Sorry Emily, I was thinking. What did you say?"

"I asked if you wanted something to eat?" She beamed at me, half of her face glowing brightly.

"Oh, no thank you. Sorry." I added upon seeing her disappointing expression.

"It's alright. You worried about Jake?"

I sighed, it was like I truly was an open book. "Yeah, I've never really had to worry about him before. I mean, he ignored me and that had me worried, but I never actually knew what he was out there doing."

She plopped down on the couch next to me, pulling me into her arms. "It'll be okay. They know what they're doing out there."

"I hope so." I huffed.

"Here, let's watch some TV. It'll take your mind off it."

She switched on the television, tuning to a mindless comedy about something or other. I pretended to watch for Emily's sake, though my mind continued to wander. If anything happened to Jake I don't know what I'd do. His leaving resulted in a sort of zombie-like state. What would the death of my best friend do? I shook these thoughts from my head, telling myself they'd be fine. It was another hour or so before they stumbled through the door, annoyance written on their faces.

"What happened?" Emily threw herself into Sam's arm, grasping him protectively. It was almost as though she were the wolf protecting her imprint.

Imprint. There was that word again. I didn't like it. What if Jake were to imprint? Would he leave me, our friendship for a woman he'd just met?

"We chased the leech around the border, but stopped when we reached Forks. There was a scent, I think it's one of the Cullens. We-"

I heard nothing more after their last name. Cullens. I forced it out, ripping the hole in my chest wide open. They were back? But that must mean- "Edward." I spoke his name aloud, though no louder than a whisper.

Each wolf head in the room turned to face me. "Bella, I don't think it's safe for you to go back." Jake's voice was hoarse, his pain evident. "We don't even know for sure if it's really them. Or which one it is."

"B-but-"

"Oh, let her go back. Damn leech lover has nothing better to do. The parasite can latch onto her neck and Jake might actually stop whining about her." I assumed it was Paul who spoke, though my eyes were trained elsewhere.

Tears prickled in my eyes and Jake's warm arms were around me instantly. "Oh, Bella don't cry. Paul's just being Paul. There's nothing we can really do about that."

"That's right Jake," Paul sneered "Comfort the little bloodsucker wannabe."

Jake swore "Lahote I swear, I will rip your damn head off and-" He stopped abruptly.

I turned to see the cause of his silence, only to observe a strange look lighting Paul's face. It was a look of wonder, amazement, and...love all wrapped into one. It was then that I also noticed I'd never really looked at him before. He was tall and broad, though his face shown with hidden sweetness.

"Paul?" Sam shook Paul lightly, as though afraid of causing him to explode once more.

Though Paul's face remained sweet and almost innocent, Jake's transformed into complete uncensored rage. "How dare you! How dare you imprint on Bella! My Bella!"

His Bella? I wasn't Jake's Bella, I was... Who's? Paul's? Paul Lahote. Even the gentlest thought of his name sent shivers through me.

"Woah, Jake. Calm down. It's not my fault. These things just happen."

"No Paul, these things don't just happen!" Jake spat, nearing the beautiful boy before me. "You did something! You caused this!"

Paul was stumbling backwards, his hands up as though hoping to ward off the incoming Jake. "Come on, you don't want to do anything you regret. Not with Bella around."

"So now you use her name! What was it before? Leech lover? Bloodsucker wannabe? You can't cause her to cry and turn around and tell her you love her!"

"I never said I loved her. I haven't said anything to her since it happened."

"It? Say what it's called Paul. Go ahead! You want to, and you know it."

Paul's anger returned, though he'd held it longer than I'd anticipated. "No I'm not going to say the damn word and you need to stop acting like such a dick! I didn't choose this and neither did Bella. You can turn around and ask her right now who she'd prefer if that'll make your sorry ass self feel better!"

At this Jake spun around, his eyes on me. "Well Bella? What's it going to be?"

I was crying again, though I wasn't sure why. I knew this was good. Being imprinted on. Not necessarily by Paul, but now I would have someone to be with when Jake finally imprinted. I spoke softly, my voice no more than a whisper. "Jake, I'm sorry. I-"

He was gone before I was able to finish.