Exile

4.The Werewolf of La Push

'Blair Waldorf does not dillydally with naked people.' –Blair Waldorf

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Blair Waldorf was an impatient person; when she wanted something she didn't dillydally, she just came out and demanded it or well-, plottedfor it. But Forks wasn't New York and Jacob, Jacob didn't seem like the kind of person who required such manipulation and frankly she didn't feel like being Queen Blair right now…and if Serena could go away and become all sugar, spice and all things nice there wasn't a doubt in her mind she, with her clearly superior intellect, couldn't do exactly the same thing…so she did something that was completely foreign to her; she just asked.

'Why don't you guys wear shirts?' well that came out a lot less eloquently than she had planned but than again she was treading on foreign sweet natured ground…

Jacob shrugged: 'I guess we're all just really warm-blooded. It's sort of a tribe thing.'

'A tribe thing?' Blair repeated in disbelief. 'You're actually part of a real tribe? A big chief, feathersand tomahawk sort of tribe?'

He chuckled, loudly, clearly very much amused by what she now realised was probably a blatant display of ignorance and Blair Waldorf did not do ignorance.

'You could say that I guess,' he said, a wide smile still tugging at the corner of his lips as he offered her his arm, as she was faced with a particularly slippery and challenging looking log that was obstructing her path. 'But don't expect anyone dancing around in a loincloth and a feathered headdress, us Quileutes don't roll like that.'

'Are you making fun of me?' Blair said smilingly as she grabbed the offered arm revelling at how warm his skin felt under her cool touch; no matter what he said, this could not be normal but she wasn't complaining.

'Neah,' he said briefly gazing down at her throwing her a crooked smile, 'just making conversation.'

'So,' she mumbled vaguely aware of the fact her hand was still resting on his arm, 'why does everyone keep acting like we're going to jump each other?'

He stared at her momentarily at a loss for words: 'Aren't you direct.'

Blair shrugged: 'Just curious.'

'I don't know,' he shrugged and lied obviously, he was even worse of a liar than Brooklyn really. 'You kind of remind them of someone I guess.'

Now that sounded remotely truthful.

'Who is she?' she pried on.

Jacob frowned, an uncomfortable, pained sort of expression settling on his face before he finally sighed. 'Her name's Bella and we sortahad this thing.'

And then Emily's words rang through her head: "Jacob was involved in the most twisted and complicated love triangle in probably the history of mankind".

'And the other guy?' she asked feigning innocence.

Jacob stopped abruptly turning to her, visibly bewildered: 'How did you-?'

'I'm perceptive,' Blair said casually, 'you should've figured that out by now. So what was his deal?'

'He didn't have a deal; he was like a deal on his own,' he took a deep breath, 'it's pretty complicated, but let's just say he got the girl and I got…'

'Left behind?'

'Exactly,' Jacob said, his pained expression taking on an even more sombre nature; it was a look Blair was painfully familiar with and she couldn't help but feel at least some empathy towards him.