A/N Okay, so I know I have two other stories going at the same time as this one but I'm getting kinda annoyed with them. I have MAJOR writer's block and the sad thing is, I have like the whole thing planned/written out, but the chapters I'm stuck on right now are the ones between the stuff I've already published and the stuff I've written but if I do publish, would make absolutely NO sense.

Whew! Sorry, I tend to ramble and half the time no one ever actually knows what I'm going on about.

*Blushes bright red*

Anyways, hope you enjoy this. I'm putting it out there but probably won't continue unless I have some interest. There's no point writing more if no one's going to read it.

Having just said that, I'm pretty sure, even if no one reviews, I'll still publish what I have. I'm weird like that.

Enough of my useless ramblings! Hope you likey!

Disclaimer: Oh, and for the sake of wanting to stay within the boundaries of the law, I don't own Twilight or any of the characters from it. I just enjoy playing with them like Barbie dolls. Occasionally I'll pull off a head or a plastic limb but generally, they stay intact...generally.

So without further ado! My first chapter...

Best Friends and Unspoken Hate

Surry P.O.V.

I really did not like Leah Clearwater. She took all her problems out on the world.

I marched up to Leah and stabbed her collarbone. Her snear toward Rachelle turned to a snarl directed at me.

"Leave her alone you piece of-"

"You really don't want to finish your sentence," she growled in a low voice.

"Oh really?" I feined surprise, "Because I was of different mind." I stepped right up to her and whispered calmly in her face, "Just remember to pick on people your own size, meaning those with big mouths and heads filled with hot air."

Leah's cheeks flushed with anger and her shoulders started shaking.

"As much as I love catfights, I really have to intervene before someone gets hurt." My gaze never left Leah's as a bare tanned arm looped itself around her chest and started dragging her backwards. Only after she was hauled around the corner and out of sight did I look around me. Quite a croud had formed. In La Push, any action is better than none, even if it does come from two females.

"Aww, I missed the brawl!" someone whined loudly. I was broken out of my stiff trance and laughed at Claire as she came forward. "I would hug you," she started, "but then you would most likely kill me."

"You got that right," I joked. I turned back to seriousness for a few minutes as I knelt before the crying Rachelle who sat on the ground. She was a junior, new here and Leah had taken it upon herself to tear the girl down and reduce her to tears.

I had no idea what had happened to Leah. One day she just disappears off the face of the earth for a few weeks. When we saw her next she was wearing a grubby tank top and cut-off shorts, had shawn all her hair off and was handing in her I-am-ditching-school-to-go-hang-out-with-the-local-gang form. We had never got along that well but ever since her change, she's been a royal pain in my ass.

"Are you alright?" I inquired gently, kneeling so I was on the same level as Rachelle. She nodded numbly and jerked to her feet, "Are you sure?"

She nodded again and said in a low voice, "Thanks, for...you know...helping." As soon as the words passed her lips, she stumbled away in the general direction of the parking lot.

I straightened and turned back to my best friend.

"Woah, someone's on the warpath," Claire stated before half shouting, "Watch out Leah and anyone else who gets in Surry's way, she'll pummel you to a bloody pulp."

So...What do you think? Drop me a line and tell me your views. Hopefully good but I'll take any bad, so long as it's justified.

Oh, and one other thing, don't bother telling me it's short, I already know. My first chapters and almost ALWAYS short. They get longer, don't worry.

Thanks for reading,

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