A/N Hey everyone! This is my first fanfic, so don't be afraid to be brutal with the reviews. I can take it :)

Jaci is a character I made up so I hope you like her!!!

~Seth POV~ La Push 3:04 p.m. With Paul in my baby... Rhonda. boy that sounds wrong.

"STOP EATING IN THE CAR!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. What the HELL did Paul think he was doing? This is my baby! She can't get dirty! Oh Rhonda…

"Woah dude, chill out," Paul said, trying to calm me down while he shoved the rest of his hotdog in his mouth, finishing it whole in one bite.

I'm not gonna lie, it's kind of disturbing to watch Paul masticate a mix of God knows what in his mouth. I truly felt pity for the unidentifiable edible substance rolling around in Paul's mouth. God knows where that mouth has been since the last time he brushed his teeth. Why Rachel would ever stay with him I won't ever understand.

I know I'm being a brat right now, but I can't help it. I'm not usually this OCD or paranoid. I just can't believe I have a new car!

"Listen Paul, we went over these rules before you got into the car. They're pretty simple, even for you. No eating in the car, no making out in the car, and ABSOLUTLY no phasing in the car. You phase, you die. I don't care how 'indestructible' this car is. I'm not taking any chances. I'm trying to keep Rhonda in as good condition as possible," I said with a smile tugging at my lips. It had been a few weeks since I had turned seventeen and gotten my license. And to my surprise- a car from the Cullens. They had surprised me with Bella's old Mercedes Guardian, even though I would call it anything from old. It barely had any miles on it, and she was mine!

I told the pack that I wouldn't let anyone into the car unless it was an extreme reason. But Rachel had just gotten a job as a teaching assistant at the Port Angeles High School and she needed to take Paul's car to work every morning. "What's yours is mine," she would always say to Paul. Well tonight she didn't really have any papers to grade (considering the fact that school doesn't start for another week), so she decided to treat Paul to dinner at some fancy pants restaurant that night. Just one problem- how was he to get there?

I guess imprints were "an extreme reason."

"Dude, you honestly need to stop that. It's freaking me out. You named your car? This is an all time low Seth, even for you. Honestly if I didn't know any better, I would have thought you imprinted on the car. Oh I'm sorry, I meant 'your baby'," Paul said with a chuckle. I could tell he was trying to keep his tone light. The guys know I don't like to talk about imprinting that much. Not after what happened with Leah…

I really tried to not talk about it much.

"So…. Have you talked to Leah lately?"

So much for that.

"No I haven't. Tomorrow will be her weekly check in with Jake," I responded quietly.

Paul sat there silently.

"Hey dude. I know I'm not the greatest person to talk to about anything, but the pack's here. We're your brothers. Leah's gonna be fine-"

"Hey dude its fine. Let's just get you to Rachel," I smiled at him. "Unless you start eating again. Goddamn. Can't you just wait for 30 minutes till I get you to your fiancée?"

~Jaci POV~ Driver's Ed in the parking lot at The Port Angeles High School, or as I like to call it, an asphalt hell.

"Okay one more time. Now, you set the R on the GEAR SHIFT for reverse. Yes very good. Now, step on the gas peda- NOT TOO FAST! ARE YOU INSANE?! YOU ALMOST HIT MS. WALSTEIN! SHE'S ALREADY IN CRUTCHES!" yelled Mr. Sully.

"I'M SORRY MS. WALSTEIN!" I yelled behind me in time to see my history teacher so shaken with fear that she had toppled over. I REALLY hate Driver's Ed. Why do we have to take this course again? Oh right, the driving laws of Washington State hate me.

"I am going to get myself a latte. I will be right back," Mr. Sully said in the calmest voice he could produce right now. He was pretty shaken up. He seemed to always need a latte when he was in a car with me.

I can't help that I'm a terrible driver. I've had some pretty bad experiences with driving in my lifetime.

I heard some footsteps along the car and the door opened. My best friend Adam climbed into the passenger seat.

"Now, why would you want to kill poor old Ms. Walstein? I know she's insane, but just because she didn't give you another 100 on the AP euro final last semester doesn't mean you should go scare the living shit out of her."

"Her shit is living?" I smirked. Damn I'm good.

"You know what I mean dumbass," Adam replied and punched me in the arm. "But honestly you really need to get over your fear of driving. You'd be a good driver. You're normally awesome when it comes to high stress situations."

"But I just get so scared Adam. After what happened with Brett…" I stopped talking. It still hurt just to talk about it.

Adam pulled me in for a hug. He was a pretty warm for it being so freakishly cold. I unzipped his sweater and put it on myself. Me wearing his sweaters was sort of our 'thing'.

"Hey what happened to Brett sucked okay. Jaci, it'll be fine. Think of your happy place! Just take the test today and you won't have to worry about this for a long time," Adam said. He was really good when it came to comforting people.

I sat in the seat for a while and just tried to relax. I closed my eyes and believed I was on the hot and sunny First Beach in La Push. God it was so beautiful there. I just wish I could spend every day of my life just lying in the sand with my heart open, waiting for some knight in shining armor to scoop me up, and take me from my misery. But I would never tell anyone I said that. If anyone found out that I wanted to be a princess in a fairytale I don't think I could handle the humiliation.

"Ready?" asked Adam.

"Ready as I'll ever be," I replied.

Adam got out of the seat and Mr. Sully scuffled in. He was holding his latte and had a face of determination. I guess I'm gonna have to do this.