AN: Okay. I knowwww I shouldn't post new stuff when I've got three other stories. Sorry. I blame it on my extreme case of writer's block. This is just a repost from an old Twilight story. Eh.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Twilight Saga. Any recognizable characters belongs to SM.

Chapter One

Being sick sucked. Having thrown up this morning, well, it just made my day wonderful, especially with Charlie having forced me to go to school today. Couldn't he see that I was sick? Apparently not, I thought to myself as I blankly focused on the substitute teacher sitting at the Spanish teacher's desk, furiously typing away on her Blackberry. I sighed and leaned down on my desk, feeling sick and dizzy and just plain miserable. Lunch was next, and I really wasn't looking forward to a whole forty five minutes of Angela and Jessica talking about Tyler. Jessica had had a minor crush on him (who didn't she crush on?) last year, but then he suddenly up and left with his family, and was never heard from again. It completely tore Jessica apart, but having Mike as a boyfriend helped her get over her 'missing' friend. Why Angela was so sad, though, I'd never know. Maybe they were friends once? Ah well. It's not like I cared or anything, especially since the Cullens left Forks. Oh what wonderful memories were those few months after they left. I mean, what was greater than being a living zombie for a few months, right? Yeah, whatever. I may have been torn up about it, all depressed and shit, but the Pack opened my eyes and showed me how stupid I was being. Now all I felt for those bloodsuckers was anger. If I ever saw them again, I'll sic the wolves on them…
Something hit my head and bounced down onto the floor. Mentally groaning I sat up, looked for the paper, and reached under my desk to retrieve it. On the front my name was written in Kim's neat writing. Kim was a transfer student from La Push, and also the imprint of Jared. Her reason for transferring was to be with me, her only friend that she could really talk to about Pack life without worrying about the guys finding out. Or that's what she told us, anyway. I folded open the note. One simple question stared up at me. SO, DID JACOB FORGIVE YOU YET?
I quickly scrawled back a reply. No, he's still not talking to me.
Kim's reply came fast. WHY IS HE EVEN SO ANGRY WITH YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE?
I singed and wrote: I told him I was sick and tired of his stupid puppy love to me. He felt insulted and hurt, I think…
I heard Kim snorting with laughter from across the room, which made me blush. Okay, so maybe I was a little mean to the guy, but he really was pissing me off. I was sick – I still am – and he kept pressuring me for a romantic relationship. I guess I just…snapped. The paper landed on my desk again. HA, SERVES HIM RIGHT!
Before I could even start thinking of a reply, a sudden wave of nausea crept over me, and I groaned, wrapping my arms around my stomach as if it would keep my breakfast inside. I could feel eyes on me and I just knew that I'd drawn the attention of the entire classroom. Great. My face burned with embarrassment. "You okay, kid?" asked the sub.
"I'm fine," I mumbled. The sub nodded and focused on her Blackberry again. I sighed and righted myself again, pulling my brand new Blackberry out of my jeans pocket as I felt it vibrate. The stupid thing was a gift from the whole Pack, since they too each had one and they said that it was easier to keep in contact. The message was from Embry Call. (AN – Underlined is Embry, italics is Bella.)It read: What you doing tonight?
Nothing, why?
He replied: Up 4 a party tonight? It's just gonna be me, Quil + Paul. Maybe some Quileute chicks.
Um, I don't know… where's it going to be?
In Port Angeles. Please, you have to come!
It's really not my scene, Embry…
Just for once, Bells? I promise Jake won't be there. You need to have a fun night! Meet new people! Get DRUNK!
Embry, I'm not going to get drunk!
Or not get drunk! I'll drive you…please come? It's a party for a friend, and she said I could bring a friend…
Okay FINE. How late?
Grin. I'll pick you up at 5 at Kim's.
Sure, but I'm going only for you, Embry.
I know :)
I locked my phone and slipped it back into my pocket, grinning. Embry was probably the only guy in the world that could convince me to go to a party with him. I really hoped that tonight wouldn't suck too much. I was broken out of my thoughts as a new piece of paper hit me on my head and then fell on my desk. It was from Kim once again. HEY, WHAT ARE YOU SMILING AT?
Before I could reply the bell rang, signaling lunch. I grabbed my messenger bag and walked to the door. Kim was already waiting for me, so we walked together to the cafeteria, though neither of us was really hungry. As we walked, Kim asked me why I had been grinning, and I told her about tonight. She squealed and gave me a huge hug. "I'm so helping you get ready for tonight!" I nodded, feeling suddenly grateful. It's not like I had any fashion sense. We entered the cafeteria and continued on to our usual table with Angela, Ben, Eric, Mike, and Jessica. Kim and I took our seats, me sitting next to Angela and Kim sitting next to Jessica. I glanced around the table, noting that Lauren wasn't present. "Where's Lauren?" I asked no-one in particular, sitting back in my uncomfortable chair. The guys shrugged, looking as if they hadn't even noticed. Jess was the one that answered. "She's like sick or something."
"Oh ok," I said, not really caring. For some reason I wanted something to munch so I grabbed a fry off of Angela's plate and popped it into my mouth. It tasted like cardboard. Ugh. Seeing my expression of disgust, Angela laughed and said, "That's what you get for stealing my food."
"Yeah, whatever," I grumbled. Everyone laughed and I flushed, but I shook it away and smiled brightly at everybody and thanked my lucky stars that nobody has mentioned Tyler yet.
"I got a text from Tyler yesterday," Ben casually said. Damn, I just had to jinx myself! Our table was suddenly silent as everyone stared at Ben with wide eyes. "What did he say?" Jessica asked in a shrill voice. Ben shrugged and played with his fork as he said, "He told me to tell everybody that he was sorry for up and leaving like that."
"That's all that he had to say?" Jess asked, looking depressed. Ben nodded. "Yes, sorry Jess."
Just then an announcement came over the intercom, telling us that school was ending after lunch seeing as an important matter came up and the teachers were to "report to room 23 immediately." All around the cafeteria there were whoops of excitement and shouts of going to First Beach in La Push. Our group decided to go, but I told them that I couldn't and that I had to go somewhere with Kim. They were a bit disappointed but they soon got over it and went their own way. Since Kim drove me to school, we headed over to her old Toyota. We drove around Forks aimlessly, the radio playing softly in the background. When Kings of Leon's Sex on Fire came up, Kim turned up the volume so high I could barely think, and we sang the lyrics totally off-key as we finally sped to La Push, head banging and going crazy. A few cars honked at us, but we didn't mind them. I was glad that I felt cheered and distracted from being sick, especially when the sickness disappeared. We sang to more of Kings Of Leon songs, enjoying ourselves so much that by the time we entered La Push, the volume was on its loudest and we were singing our heads off. The people were staring and pointing at us, and in turn Kim and I smiled and waved at them as we drove to her house. When we arrived no-one was home, so we kept the radio on as we entered her house, only to have a huge fright when we spotted someone sitting on her bed. Kim grabbed a knife from the kitchen, and together we slowly crept back to her bedroom. The guy heard us and spotted us standing in ninja positions. It was a bit embarrassing, but whatever. He laughed and turned around; causing us to relax when we saw that it was only Jared, Kim's boyfriend. I decided to leave the couple alone for a bit and walked out of the house, wondering if they would notice. They didn't. I walked aimlessly down the road. It was silent for a Friday, not that I minded. Here and there couples were sitting in their yards and they waved at me. I waved back every time and continued on walking until I spotted Embry. A strange feeling came over me as I saw him laughing with Quil and Paul, and I wasn't sure if that feeling was a good or bad thing. So I sucked it up and walked over to them. Paul spotted me first. "Hey, vamp girl," he said with a flirty wink. I laughed and said hi to him. I walked over and ruffled Quil's hair and gave Embry a hug. He squeezed me tightly and held me a little longer than necessary. I blushed and pulled away.
"Why does he get a hug?" Quil complained. I shook my head and, laughing, gave both Paul and Quil a hug. I sat down on the ground, leaning against Paul's legs.
"So, did you guys hear the news?" Embry casually said. Quil looked up with interest. Paul shrugged and asked what it was. Embry gave me a sly grin as he said, "Bella's coming to the party tonight."
"No way," Quil said, gazing at me with wide eyes.
"Nice," Paul said with a smirk. "Jacob's going to flip."
I scowled at him and said, "Jacob is not going to find out, which means none of you are allowed to phase until after the party!" The three werewolves nodded obediently. Good. I watched the guys as they kept on joking between each other with a smile on my face. I've never been too fond of Paul, but he's changed since I'm not really friends with Jake anymore, which was a good thing, I guess. And hopefully I wouldn't regret being friends with him.
I just hoped that tonight wasn't going to end up in disaster.

"Are you nervous?" asked Kim.
It was a simple question, but I wasn't sure of the answer. I was nervous because I was going to a strange place to party, which I never did. On the other hand, I was with friends that I knew would look after me. In the end I just answered, "A little." Kim nodded in understanding and pulled me to the mirror. The girl in the mirror looked a bit like me, but the similarities were so subtle that it was barely there. The girl in the mirror had super straight dark brown hair that hung just passed her shoulders, with a fringe hanging a little over her right eye. Her bright chocolate coloured eyes were lined with eyeliner and mascara, making them stand out. On her lips she had neutral coloured lipstick. She wore a simple black dress that fit her loosely but comfortably, and she wore black ballet flats. The dress fitted my body nicely, and the most important thing was that I was comfortable. "Thank you, Kim," I said and gave her a huge hug. She laughed, grabbed her Blackberry, and snapped a few photos of me. I complained the whole time, but she just waved me off. A honk sounded from outside. It was no doubt Embry. I grinned at Kim, grabbed my handbag, and ran out of the door. Embry was waiting for me in an old truck, dressed nicely in dark pants and a blue button-up shirt. I climbed into the car, waved to Kim, and told Embry that we were good to go.

"You look good, Bella," Embry told me, not looking at me. I blushed and looked out of the window. "Thanks, Em," I said quietly. "You do, too." And he really did.
"Just promise me something?" Embry said. "No drinking, please."
I rolled my eyes at him. "You know I wouldn't drink. I promise I won't." He nodded, looking relieved.

The drive to Port Angeles passed quickly with some mindless chatter, and soon we arrived at what appeared to be a club. "Embry!" I hissed. "I thought we were going to a party?"
He smiled sheepishly at me. "The party is in the club, Bella." When he saw my expression, he quickly added, "I'm sorry, I should've told you. You'll be safe though, I promise."
I nodded reluctantly, knowing that I would be safe with three werewolves protecting me. It didn't mean that I had to like it. We climbed out of the truck and walked to the entrance of the club where Quil and Paul were waiting for us. Both Paul and Quil dressed in something similar to Embry. They probably decided it that way or something. We chatted for a bit before walking to the door. The bouncer let us in without question, just nodded in greeting. It was dark inside the club and the music was so loud that we had to yell to be able to hear each other. All around me there were people dancing to the beat, some of them grinding against their partners. I frowned with disgust and followed Embry through the throng of people as he approached a beautiful Quileute girl. She looked to be around nineteen years old. She was dressed in a really short black dress that hugged her curves perfectly. Her eyes were done up in a smoky style and on her lips she had dark lipstick. She wore killer heels and her silky black hair was put up in a messy but beautiful bun. When she saw Embry she gave what appeared like a squeal and threw her arms around his neck. He laughed and told her something. She smiled happily up at him before gesturing at me, probably asking who I was. He beckoned me closer and I stepped forward a little shyly. He pointed at me and loudly said, "Bella." She grinned and attacked me with a hug. I was a little shocked, but hugged her back. She said something along the lines of, "Nice to meet you! I'm Melody! Are you Em's girl?" I furiously shook my head, but she only laughed and gave me a knowing look. What was that supposed to mean? She tried telling me something, but I couldn't make out what it was so I pointed at my ears. She pointed at my dress and gave me thumbs up, meaning she probably liked it. I smiled and pointed at her dress and held up two fingers. She smiled in thanks, grabbed my hand, and pulled me onto the dance floor. I tried to tell her that I couldn't dance, but she just yelled back that everybody could dance, and that everybody wasn't always good. In the beginning I just moved a bit awkwardly, but after a while I loosened up and completely lost myself in the music. I lifted my arms in the air and danced with Melody, laughing and actually enjoying myself. The whole crowd moved as one, as if we were one large being, and it was simply amazing. After what felt like an eternity I left the dance floor with Melody in tow, laughing as we walked to the restroom. The noise was dulled suddenly as the bathroom door swung closed behind us and I could finally think again, though my ears were ringing. "Now I can properly introduce myself," Melody said, coming to stand next to me. "Melody Saunders," she said, sticking her hand out.
I smiled and said, "Isabella-call-me-Bella Swan." I shook her hand seriously, and we instantly broke out in laughter. She leaned against the surprisingly clean bathroom counters, fluffing her hair and looking at me. "So," she said. "What brings you here?"
"Embry invited me." I shrugged. "I came with him, Quil and Paul."
Melody smiled. "They're good guys. Are you and Embry, like, a couple?" She waggled her eyebrows playfully.
I rolled my eyes at her. "No, but he is cute," I admitted, blushing.
"Aw! I bet the feeling's mutual!" Melody clapped her hands together, smiling deviously. "Ever been drunk?"
I shook my head warily.
"Great! Let's get you tipsy so that you can tell Em how you feel!" I could tell that I wouldn't be able to change Melody's mind and resigned myself to the fact that tonight was going to be the first, and last, time that I would ever drink. I followed Melody to the bar apprehensively. She talked to the bartender for a while. He nodded and handed her a glass, which she in turn handed to me. "What is it?" I asked her, forgetting for a moment that she probably couldn't hear me. She seemed to understand what I wanted to know and yelled, "Brandy and Coca Cola!"
I nodded and took a small sip of my drink. It tasted…nice. Soon I downed the whole thing and asked for another one. Melody laughed and gave me a refill. After a few more everything around me turned hazy and my world had started to spin. I was super confused but the one thing I did know was that I had to find Embry. Melody was nowhere in sight. I stumbled my way through the people, trying to find Embry. I walked smack into a warm chest and fell on my bottom, but for some reason this was extremely funny and a giggle escaped from my lips. "Bella?" the person from above me asked. I giggled; his words sounded really funny to me. I looked up and saw a familiar face looking down at me. "Paul?" I giggled. I tried to stand up but slipped and fell down again. I hit my elbow hard. "Ow," I muttered. Paul crouched down and put his hands on my shoulders. "Bella, what did you drink?"
"Nothing, I swear," I murmured, giggling. My voice sounded slurred and funny. I giggled again as I tried to focus on Paul's worried face. "Why are you frowning? You're gonna get wrrrrrrrriiiiiinklessss," I said as I tried to smooth out his frown. He swatted my hand away, stood up, and reached down and grabbed my arm. He pulled me up and into his warm arms. I stumbled as my world tilted but he caught me. "Damn it, Bella," he muttered as he dragged me through the crowd. "Why did you drink?" I shook my head at him and stubbornly said, "I didn't drink anything!"
All around us people were still dancing to the music, but everything was blurred and slow. We reached a quiet corner and Paul dumped me onto the floor, but he did it gently. He whipped out his Blackberry, typed a bit, and then put it away again. He sank down to the ground next to me and put his arms around my shoulder in a brotherly way. He pulled me so that I leaned against him. His warmth and my comfortable position made me feel sleepy all of a sudden. My eyes slipped closed.

It seemed like only seconds later that I opened my eyes. I sat up and looked around me blearily. I was outside the club. Paul and Embry were arguing, Quil was talking to Jared, and Kim was sitting next to Quil looking miserable. Huh, when did Jared and Kim get here? "Kim?" I whispered. Her head snapped up and she looked at me. She smiled and climbed to her feet. When she reached me I realized that her eyes were rimmed in red. "What's wrong?" I asked her, feeling really worried. She sniffed and sat down next to me. "Harry Clearwater passed away a few hours ago," she said sadly. Oh wow, that's bad. I told her that I was sorry and looked at my feet. Kim shrugged. "It's okay." She shook her head and leaned forward a bit. "So, a little werewolf told me you were tipsy?"
I blushed and looked away. I felt a little queasy to my stomach as I turned too quickly. "That was Melody's fault."
Kim nodded and shrugged. "How was it?"
"I didn't like it. Never again." I shuddered. "Why are those two arguing," I asked her, nodding towards Paul and Embry.
Kim sighed deeply. "Paul is angry with Embry. He thinks that it's his fault that you had something to drink. Paul says that Embry was supposed to look after you and not leave you alone with Melody, someone you barely knew."
"That's bad," I murmured. "I should probably break it up." Without waiting for a reply I slowly climbed to my feet. I felt a little light-headed but I pushed it away, putting one foot in front of the other until, finally, I reached the two boys. "Guys," I said in a raspy voice. They snapped their attention away from each other and onto me. I noticed Paul shaking and put my hand lightly on his arm. "Relax," I pleaded. "I'm okay, see?"
"Dammit Bella, what the hell were you thinking? Something bad could've happened!" Embry exploded, his eyes burning with anger and disappointment. I shrunk back slightly and looked at my feet. I couldn't handle his disappointment. "I'm sorry," I said softly.
"Sorry isn't going to fix this!" Embry yelled back, lifting his hands in the air to show his irritation.
"Hey, lay off her a little man," Paul said sharply. "It's not as if you weren't drunk before."
"Whatever man," Embry said and turned around. He walked to Quil and pointedly ignored even my existence. It hurt, badly. Tears burned in my eyes and I tried to hide it. Unfortunately Paul noticed and pulled me into a warm hug. "Sh," he whispered, "It's going to be ok, I promise. He'll get over it and come crawling back to you."
I sniffled into Paul's shirt. He gave me one last squeeze and let me go. Kim was standing behind me. "I'll drive you home," she said. Paul nodded in thanks, bid me a good night, and walked over to Quil. Kim grabbed my hand and pulled me over to her Toyota. I was feeling really tired and not in the mood to talk. Kim seemed to sense this and put the radio on. When we arrived home, Kim parked her car in the space where Charlie usually parked his cruiser and climbed out. The air was chilly outside, I noticed as we walked to the front door. I unlocked it and entered the house, thanking my lucky stars that Charlie wasn't home. Kim followed me upstairs to my bedroom. I dumped my purse on my desk and plopped down onto my bed. "Are you feeling better, Bella?" When I nodded, Kim continued, "I'll phone Jared and tell him we've arrived and that they could send one of the boys to keep watch."
I nodded at Kim, but said, "You don't have to."
Kim gave me a sharp glare, her deep brown eyes burning holes into the side of my head. "Yes, I do."
"Or," I said quietly, "You could stay with me. Keep watch while I slept, you know?"
"That would be nice," Kim agreed. "But I don't have the superhuman strength and speed."
I shrugged. "So? It's not like anything is going to happen, Kim, and you know it."
Kim looked a little uncomfortable as she said, "Jared and the pack will be really angry…"
"Kim?" I said. "Quit worrying. Tell them I forced you or whatever." In the end I won and as soon as we reach my house, I changed into sweats and a large t-shit, crawled into bed, and chatted with Kim a bit. We talked about everything: boys, the Pack, Victoria, school, Embry, the Cullens. It was really nice to have someone to talk to about all of the supernatural stuff, even though it was kind of weird opening up to someone that wasn't a Cullen. But it was still a nice chat. Sometime during the conversation both of us had drifted off with smiles on our faces, not aware of who was watching us…

I sat up with a gasp. My room was completely dark and everything was silent, except for the steady breathing of Kim next to me on my medium-sized bed. The lone street lamp from outside casted strange shadows all over my room, and to be perfectly honest, I was completely crept out, but I willed myself to not dwell on it. Everything was silent, maybe too silent… But I swore that something had messed with my window and that was what woke me. Feeling a little paranoid, I slowly climbed out of my bed and crept towards my window. I felt like a girl in a bad horror movie, creeping to her very dark window to peer into her very dark yard where she thought something had messed with her window. I told myself I was being stupid and looked out of my window. Nothing was there. Just as I was starting to relax, there was a sudden blur and then a hauntingly beautiful face with a mane of red hair appeared in my window. Crimson eyes met mine. I did the only thing I could: I screamed.