DISCLAIMER: Everything belongs to Rick Riordan and Stephanie Meyer. I own nothing.
A/N: Sorry for the wait. I could swear I published this last night.
_______________________________
"THAT... THAT... UGH!" shouted Annabeth, apparently not finding a word bad enough to describe Jacob. "The nerve of him, kissing me. I should've done something worse than punch him!"
Bella sighed. Annabeth had been ranting the entire way back home from La Push.
Bella had been sitting in Jacob's living room, watching a semi-interesting talk show on television. Annabeth and Jacob were taking awhile, which she took as a good sign; though, if they didn't wrap up their walk soon, she'd either have to interrupt the two of them or leave Annabeth here.
She had nearly fallen off of the tiny sofa when her step cousin busted the front door open with a loud bang! Annabeth had jerked Bella's jacket off of a kitchen chair and began searching for the keys. "What are you doing?" Bella had asked, bewildered. "Annabeth, what's wrong?"
"Ask—your—stupid—friend," she had hissed, accentuating each word, before stomping out of the house. Oh, no, Bella had thought. What has Jake gone and done now?
She ran after Annabeth, finding her getting into the driver's seat of her truck. Bella jumped in just as the engine roared to life.
"Annabeth, calm down," Bella groaned, coming back to the present. "He only kissed you." That was the wrong thing to say.
"That's a total violation of... of me!" Annabeth sighed. "I just—I'm just really mad, because I told him, I told him that I had a boyfriend, and then he decides to try and make me give him a chance. Not likely! I am in a very happy relationship and not looking to leave it behind to be with some total weirdo who thinks he can force himself upon me." Bella was a hit surprised at Annabeth's outbursts. She was always very level-headed, never one to overreact, which is exactly what this was. Then again, Bella wasn't so sure that she wouldn't have done the same thing if she had been in Annabeth's position...
NICE GOING, JACOB heard Leah, one of the newest members of his pack (and the first and only female ever) think. Sam Uley, the leader of the Quileute werewolf pack, had called a meeting, and Jacob had shifted and joined them reluctantly. He hadn't been looking forward to having the entire pack witness his imprint punching him, and had tried (unsuccessfully, I might add) to keep it in the very back of his mind.
Wow, thought Embry. Bad luck, man. Although, I can understand why she might have wanted to hit you.
It's a bit strange, though, thought Seth. How could she punch Jake without getting hurt? That should've at least sprained her wrist.
Maybe Jacob's not as tough as we thought, Paul leered.
Please, thought Leah, we all know he's a huge softy.
Shut up, Jacob told them, growling.
Ooh, someone's in a bad mood, Leah taunted.
Enough, barked Sam, effectively silencing the teasing. He turned towards Jacob. But, before we begin: Seth had a valid point. How could a human injure one of our pack and come out with barely bruised knuckles?
It's really strange, said Quil. And, honestly, Jake. What were you thinking? Jacob groaned.
I don't know what came over me, alright? Can we please just get down to business?
Right, said Sam, beginning to pace. Yesterday, while Jared, Embry, and I were on patrol, we came across a trail of a vampire's scent. Everyone besides the ones who had been on patrol gasped.
In our land?
Was it that red head? Or one of the Cullens?
Did you guys go after it?
Silence! Sam ordered. The questions died off. It was the ginger one, and, no, we couldn't go after her because she passed the border. However, as of now I'm more worried about what it is that she wants, and why she keeps coming back.
She must be after something, Jacob said.
Wow, thought Leah sarcastically. Did you come up with that all on your own, Sherlock?
It's the most obvious reason! said Jacob.
Yeah, I know. Everyone here can guess that much. What we want to know is what the something that she's after is, idiot. Leah rolled her eyes.
Will you two act like adults for more than two seconds? asked Sam angrily. The clearing grew silent for a few moments as he glared at Jacob and Leah.
Technically, I'm not an—
Jacob!
CHARLIE PACED HIS kitchen. "Annabeth, I'm sorry about this. I never thought I'd see the day when he would take advantage of a girl."
"I don't really think he was taking advan—"
"Bella, would you just shut up for once?" asked Annabeth exasperatedly. Both Charlie and Bella blinked. "It doesn't matter anymore, I don't know why I got so worked up." Yes I do! Annabeth thought, interrupting her own self, but she wasn't getting anywhere with her extended step family, so she just decided to drop it. "My boyfriend will be here in a couple of days, I'm just going to focus on getting to see him. Oh, and thanks again, Charlie, for letting him stay here." Annabeth would have to move into Bella's room, not something either girl was too keen about, but it would b worth it to have her Seaweed Brain around.
Charlie squirmed a little. "Annabeth, you're sure your boyfriends... completely trustworthy?" Annabeh didn't get angry at Charlie; he was letting a total stranger who happened to be a teenage boy into the same house his daughter and step niece lived in. Also, there was the whole deal of when Edward left Bella, and she had gone crazy. He really didn't want to have to go through that again, if something happened between Annabeth and Percy.
"Don't worry, Charlie. Percy is completely trustworthy, and he's respectful, too." Unless it came down to a few boneheaded Greek deities, but that was different. "He's a really great guy." Charlie didn't look altogether comforted, but he wasn't stopping Percy from staying with them, either, which was definitely something.
Bella spoke up. "Annabeth, we'd better get ready."
"For what?"
"We're eating at Edward's tonight, remember? So you can meet his family."
"You never mentioned this to me."
"I didn't? Oops, it must have slipped my mind. But you can't back out; that would be really rude, though Esme and Carlisle would never say anything about it, of course. We're leaving on twenty." Annabeth groaned. She didn't see why she should have to hang around with Bella's boyfriend and his family, but she also hated to be impolite. So she trudged up the stairs and began searching for a new sweater.
_____________________________