Que Quowle.

Enter Aliyah Martin's life as she stands beside her best friend—now current boyfriend—as he struggles to maintain his anger and protect the people of La Push, while dealing with Aliyah's problems, and Bella Swan along the way.


11. 11

It'd been a week since I'd put the pieces together. Jacob would come and visit me all the time; but today was the first day I would see everyone again after figuring out.

"Are you sure? I mean, I don't want to like .. say something wrong or—"

"Ali?" I frowned at the nickname; I was used to being called Leah, but there was a werewolf named Leah; therefore it wasn't an option. "Stop worrying, please. Everything's going to be alright; they're all very excited to see you."

I scoffed, "Why would they be excited to see me?"

"Your the second imprint in the pack; though imprints were never supposed to be common."

"Will Paul be there?" I asked. Jacob frowned, but nodded.

Jacob didn't like the fact that Paul and I were so close; but I honestly didn't see any harm in him. Sure, Jacob had warned me about his temper and his jerk-like ways, but Paul's persona didn't bother me much.

"Yes, Paul with be there.." I looked at him with a frown.

"Jacob, you can't take things out on him—he's not that bad of a guy, alright?"


I cut him off before he started, "Jake, everyone makes choices; your just going to have to accept mine."

His grip on the wheel tightened. I knew that he wasn't exactly happy with my choice. I couldn't blame him, I knew that I would feel like that if it were him and a girl.

"You're still number one." I looked over at his face as I said this, watching as a victorious smile crossed his face. He lifted our entwined hands and kissed my fingers lightly. Jacob pulled up to the curb outside the small house. Jacob led me up the deck, my hand sweating in his own. Inside, the sound of bubbly laughter made my stomach jump.

"Jacob!" Several voices said. Once I stepped in, I was grasped into a hug.


"Let the girl go, Paul. You'll suffocate her." Jared joked from the table.

Paul looked over at him, "Ha ha, Cameron. Very funny." He turned back to me and smiled widely.

"We missed you!" He cried, covering his eye's for extra measure.

"Oh, I'm sure Paul." I laughed, leaning into Jacob.

"Aliyah!" I looked over at Emily. She came around the table and pulled me into a tight hug, "I was wondering when I'd see your face around here again."

"Yeah, it's.." I looked around, before meeting her eye's with uncertain posture, "It's good to be back." I finished. Leah and her younger brother Seth looked up from their places by the counter and waved—well, Seth waved. Leah glared at Jacob and I then turned back to her book.

I sat down in the open chair, Jacob stood by my side at the table. His hands rubbed my shoulder soothingly and I sat back and listened to their conversation.

"Well, it's good your here, Ali." Embry smiled.

"Yeah, now maybe we can get a break from Jake's constant nagging." Jared smirked.

"'I wish Aliyah would visit!'" Paul teased, punching Jacob's arm.

"'I wish Aliyah would call.'" Jared.

"'Maybe I should drag her out here.'" Embry.

"'Maybe I'm just over thinking everything.'" Seth.

They all laughed, the deep, rough, hysterical laughter made me smile.

"Okay, Shut up now." Jacob said, a chuckle at the tip of his tongue.

"Alright, boy's. Enough with bugging Jacob." Sam smiled, clearly amused by the boy's mimics. I felt Jacob's hand's relax on my shoulder, then a hand ran through my hair.

A few hour's passed and the rain fell heavily. I was currently sitting in Jacob's lap, on the red carpeted floor in the living room, talking quietly with Paul, Embry, Seth and Jared.

Quil had just teased Jacob and I on how mushy we were; more mushy then Sam and Emily, apparently. I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Oh, yes, that's very mature." Paul laughed.

"My level of maturity changes depending on who I'm with." I smiled.

I clutched my sweater closer as there was a faint knock on the deck door. I heard it open and close, then hushed voices before Emily called to Jacob.

"I'll be back soon," He promised, moving me from his lap as he stood. He walked into the kitchen and I heard the obvious surprise and happiness in his voice, "Bella!"

I watched the rest of the pack before me stiffen. "Bella?" I mouthed to Paul.

He scribbled on a piece of paper and handed it to me, Embry and Jared looking at me in worry.

Leech lover. The Cullen's left her here alone; she's been a mess, and Jacob wouldn't return her phone calls. Billy's been covering for him; telling her that he was too sick to come to the phone, or that he was out. He's been avoiding her all month.

I stood and walked into the kitchen, seeing the two talking quietly. Jacob looked up with adoration in his eyes, beckoning me over. I heard the boy's pill up behind the wall, listening to our next words.

"Bella, I'd like you to meet my.. girlfriend, Aliyah." He said girlfriend very slowly, though he looked comfortable with the word.

"Girlfriend?" Bella all but chocked. "Jacob, you haven't been well enough to pick up the phone when I call, let alone have a girlfriend!" She accused, her eye's looming over me. She was only 5"8' and she was still taller then I was.

His eyes darkened at her hostile voice, though the girl looked like crap, his voice was cold, "Well, I'm sorry Bella. That I've moved on with my life rather then wallow up and hide away." She flinched at his words. Though I wasn't sure if I should be doing this, I put a hand on Jacob's chest as a warning for him to calm. His fist was lightly shaking on my back.

"Jake, calm down." I whispered softly, looking up at him with concerned eyes. I suppose that this was all a part of the imprint.

He clenched his jaw, and closed his eyes. After a moment of silence he looked down at me, the shaking stopped.

Unwillingly, he glanced up at Bella, "I'm sorry. For not returning your call's, or leaving a message, I've been—" He sighed loudly, then clutched onto my hand tightly, "I've been busy."

"Yeah, I can see that." She spat, glaring at me.

"Look, Bella. Don't even start with Aliyah, or I swear I'll—"

"Jacob." Sam's hard voice spoke loudly from behind us. He looked over his shoulder at Sam and nodded once. "I'm sorry to break this.. conversation up, but Bella, it's getting a little late."

"Right." She said angrily. Without a last word, she stormed out, the sound of the loud truck bumbled away from Sam's house and down the road. Jacob finally turned to me and hugged me.

"You okay?"

"Jake, I'm fine." I looked down, and swallowed, "Are you okay?"

"Of course I am," He smiled, kissing me lightly.

"Right," I breathed, leaning forward into his chest. The boys fell out into the living room into the kitchen.

"Well, someone's a little bit—"

"Jared, not now." I said softly, cutting him off quickly before anyone irked Jacob further. "I'm sure that wasn't.. exactly the easiest thing." After speaking, I coughed loudly. I covered my mouth as I coughed for a constant minute.

Jacob sighed worriedly, "Are you alright?" He asked, rubbing my back as Emily handed me water.

"Mhm," I cleared my throat, looking up at him.

He grabbed his jacket from the back of Sam's chair, and draped it around my shoulders. "I think I should get you home." He whispered, his around wrapped around my waist.

I nodded, then waved to the rest, "G'night, boys."

"Night Ali!" They all called, and I groaned at the nickname.

All the way home, Jacob spoke quietly about his family—how his dad will never be able to walk again, how his twin sisters both moved out and away; one married.

It amazed me on how he loved his family so much.

At home, on the front porch, Jacob swooped down to kiss me tenderly. I pulled away and shook my head, smiling at his whining.

"I don't want to risk you getting sick, Jake."

"Don't worry about it, I won't get sick easily." Before I could object, he pressed his lips to mine in a silence. I gave in and brought my lips to life under his. My hands rested on his waist- It was a little difficult to even kiss him with the height difference. He was a steady 6"7' and I was at a stubby 5"5'.

Jacob's hands cupped my face, both of us were soaked from head to toe, but I wasn't aware of it. The kiss became heated; our lips molded faster, almost violently as the rain pounded harder. His hands travelled down to my arm's where he rubbed them gently.

I stood on my tip toes, no air between our lips at all. The tall frame of his body shivered longingly as I moaned quietly.

"Aliyah—what the—" Jacob and I broke apart and looked at Taylor. He was staring wide eye'd at us.

I pressed my lips together, "Taylor, could you..?"

"Oh.. sure," He said, turning around and closing the door.

I looked back to Jacob. He was breathing heavily, rubbing the back of his neck. He smiled down at me as he placed his lips on mine one last time.

"Jacob; who was your first kiss?"


"Really?" I asked. He nodded.

"Aliyah; I'm only sixteen. I haven't really had a girlfriend,"

"About that.." I sighed, "Am I your girlfriend?"

He chuckled, his arm bringing me closer, "I hope so."

I kissed the hollow of his throat, listening to him groan deep within his throat. I bit it lightly, then pulled away from his arms.

"Get inside before you become to sick to leave your room, let alone your house." He pushed me forward lightly. I blew him a kiss from the door and stepped inside.

I coughed loudly, leaning against the wall for support. Taylor looked at me and handed me the bottle, "You know the drill, Leah. Quick swing, done and over with."

I took a sip from the pine smelling medicine and handed it back to him. I trudged to the kitchen and leaned against the counter in front of the sink. I turned the water on cold, and got myself a glass. After chugging the glass down, I went to my room and got ready for bed.

There was a quiet knock on my window; the rain had stopped a while ago.

Jacob was holding himself up on my sill. "Let me in."

I never let anyone in my room; there was nothing wrong with it, but I just liked being alone. Though Jacob's presence was comforting, I stepped aside to let him in.

"You're soaked," I complained when he hugged me.

"Oh, I'll be dry soon enough." He kissed me slowly, his lips lingering near for a few seconds. "I don't have patrol tonight; so I thought I might spend it with you."

"Hmm, well. I was going to turn in early. Care to join me?" Without an answer, he took his wife beater off. His back was towards me and he kicked his shoes off.

His muscles strained and relaxed with every breath he took. The dim light of the vase-shaped lamp cast an artistic shadow on Jacob’s profile. It was if as though he had been drawn simply out of pencil with shades accentuating his jaw line and nose. Finally he turned around and looked at the shirt I was wearing. His shirt.

I lightly tugged the base of it. “You must have left it here by accident.” I said, feeling awkward in the silence. His eyes rested on the shirt for a few seconds.

Jacob finally shook his head and I was happy to get some sort of response out of him. “I left it here for you.”My lips parted as I looked down at the shirt.

"It's comfy." I admitted.

"Looks better on you then on me,"

I scoffed, "Jacob, you never wear shirts anymore."

"It's difficult too, with the heat I mean."

"Wolf thing." I replied.

He scooted over in my bed and cradled me in his arms. I closed my eye's listening to his breathing come and go.

This was very close to my happy place.

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