Romeo and... Cullen?

10. La Tua Cantante

Verne was overwhelmed seeing him. Jacob awkwardly scratched the back of his head, giving her a small smile.

"Hi, Verne."

While she was happy to see him, she still had some anger. Actually, a good chunk anger. Verne figured out why he did it, on some fundamental level she understood. But feelings were still feelings. She pushed Jacob's bicep. Months ago, her strength might have caused him to move but now he didn't budge an inch.

"Leech? Really?"

"Verne?"

"You couldn't just break up with me?! You had to say that? You really had to call me that?"

Jacob grabbed both of her arms. "I had to make sure you wouldn't try to speak to me. I'm so sorry."

"Answer me truthfully, Jacob."

"Of course."

"Did you mean it? Any of it, any of those words you said about me."

"I swear I didn't."

Verne saw her purple scrunchie still around his wrist. She gave Jacob a hug so she could hear his heartbeat better.

"Say it again. Did you mean it?"

"I promise you, Verne. I didn't mean a word of what I said."

Jacob's heartbeat was steady and she didn't think he'd be that good of a liar to keep his heart calm on purpose. Verne pulled away from him and looked up into his eyes. He had gotten taller while she was gone. Must have been turning into a wolf that gave him the extra height. Verne took the scrunchie off of his wrist.

"You clearly don't need this anymore," she joked as she put her hair up in a ponytail. "Hurt me again and I'll break your neck."

Verne could hear faint laughter from inside. Even if the wolves didn't like her they had to admit, Verne threatening Jacob was kind of funny.

"Yes, ma'am."

Jacob led the girl back inside the house where she took a seat. Verne wanted to be more mad at him but she had already figured it out a couple weeks ago that he might not have meant it. At least that's what she had hoped. Jacob still wasn't sure how sensitive the two's situation was and he desperately wanted to pull Verne into his lap but settled for placing an arm around her shoulder.

"No offense, but Jake how can you stand the smell?"

"She doesn't smell like anything to me. Do I smell to you?" Jake asked.

"No, not really. It's faint for the others but you... not at all."

"You know, now that you mention it," Sam started. "You don't smell as bad as the other leeches, it's there but faint."

Jacob growled as he felt Verne tense underneath him.

"Sorry, force of habit," Sam said. "Is bloodsucker off the table too?"

Verne shrugged. She never thought much of the term bloodsucker, the Cullen siblings would even teasingly call each other that.

"You hungry?" Jake asked her, grabbing a muffin.

The other wolves watched curious as to what Jake was asking. They had no clue where his question was going. They watched Verne nod andJacob hand her his muffin while he grabbed the last one in the basket. Everyone was shocked as she bit into it. Verne gulped down the chocolate muffin.