This is my third story; Embry's Oak. I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 1

I couldn't believe he did this to me. The one night that I had been waiting for all year, and he left me. I wiped my eyes furiously. Seth Clearwater, my EX-best friend and secret crush, had finally agreed to going to the spring dance with me. That's why I was wearing this stupid, fluffy, PINK dress. I hate pink. One time, Seth told me that I looked good in pink, so pink is what I wore. If it meant that Seth would like it, then I would do it.

I've been in love with Seth Clearwater since we were both six. That's why, despite him having a girlfriend who he claims to be the love of his life, I still love him. I hoped that him agreeing to go to the dance with me would have definitely ensured our relationship. I was wrong.

That's why I'm sitting outside of the gym at LaPush High crying my eyes out like a little bitch. "Are you okay?"Abigail asked. Abigail, my other best friend, knew all about my love for Seth. She saw him just up and leave me here. She knew why I was so distraught. Why was she asking me if I was okay?

"Do I look okay?" I asked her, feeling my nose running. She shook her head and sat down next to me. "It's okay, Chris. Seth is an idiot. He doesn't realize what he's missing out on. He won't realize anything until he and that slut break up. How can he be so blinded?" she ranted. I was only half listening to her. I understood where she was coming from.

"What can we do? We tried to break them up before, remember? It didn't go over well. They're back together. That's probably where he went," I complained. Fuck! What did Samantha have that I didn't?

She was short, half black, and emo. I was tall, full Quileute, like Seth, and a star basketball player. What the hell? I wasn't ugly. I wasn't dumb. Maybe if I started cutting myself and wearing eyeliner, Seth would notice me. Ha, that would never happen.

"I'm just going to head home. I can't go back in there," I told Abigail standing up. I looked like crap. All of my makeup had run off of my face. "I'll go with you," she offered. I shook my head. Abigail had a date that was crazy about her. I wasn't going to steal her away from him.

"Stay here, Abby. I'm just going to go home and sleep. Have a good time and tell me all about it tomorrow, okay?" I walked towards my beat up car without giving Abigail a second look. I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.

I wasn't thinking as I pulled up to my house. I wasn't thinking when I stepped over my mom's passed out body. I wasn't thinking when I tore this ugly fucking dress off of me and put on sweats and a t-shirt. I wasn't thinking when I pulled my mother's unconscious body to her bed and left two aspirin on her bedside table.

I only thought when I laid down in bed and continued to cry my eyes out. "I loved him and he hurt me," I kept repeating to myself. Seth Clearwater had broken my heart and I wasn't going to grin and bear it. The minute I saw him, I was going to give him a piece of my mind. He deserved as much.

I didn't leave my bed much that Saturday or Sunday. I only laid around, cried, avoided my mother as she drunk herself stupid, and ate when it was absolutely necessary. I didn't answer my phone. The only person that called was Abby, and despite my promise, I didn't want to hear about her great time at the dance.

I woke up Monday morning and made my way to school. I didn't see Seth, but I did see his friends Collin and Brady. I stomped over to them and the minute they saw me they tried to make a run for it.

"Don't even think it! Where is he?" I asked, planning on releasing my anger, whether it be on Seth or one of his other friends.

"He's at the hospital," Collin said, his eyes never meeting mine. I gasped and brought my hand over my mouth. Oh my gosh! I was cursing Seth's name, and he was at the Hospital.

"What's wrong? Is he okay? Is Leah and Sue okay? Does he need me to stop by and…" "No, he's fine. Well, not really, but physically. Baby Doll was in a car accident and broke two ribs. She'll be fine, but he's still not leaving her side," Brady explained. My concern quickly dwindled. I didn't give two fucks about Samantha. I was more pissed that the car accident didn't fucking kill her.

I left them and headed to class. Abigail gave me a worried look, but I brushed it off. I wasn't in the mood for the pity party. I only wanted to see Seth. After class, I went to the gym and played a little basketball, to relieve my stress. That was my week at school. From Monday to Friday, that was how my days were.

At home, like every other day, I'd argue with my mom about her drinking, give up, and go to my room for the rest of the night.

By Saturday, I gave up with the whole docile act. It was never my thing in the first place.

Saturday afternoon, I made my way over to Seth's house and knocked on the door furiously. A recently woken up and very pissed off Leah answered the door. Just my luck. Leah hated my guts and the feeling was more than mutual. We never got along and me waking her up was sure to ensure that we'd never be besties.

"What the hell do you want?" she asked, wiping her eyes. "Where's Seth?" I asked, ignoring her question. "Why?" she retorted. I rolled my eyes at her. I wasn't in the mood for this bull shit. "Why don't you just fucking tell me where he is?" A shiver went down Leah's spine and she started taking deep breaths.

"He's at Sam Uley's place. Fuck you and fuck off." With that, she slammed the door in my face. I didn't care. I was going to save up all of this anger and direct it towards Seth. He was going to regret the day he ever messed with me. Asshole.

The rez was a small place and I knew where everyone stayed. It was no problem going towards the edge of the reservation and finding Sam's house. It was nothing to sneeze at. It was painted yellow and had flowers in the front. It was probably his girlfriend Emily's doing.

I smiled to myself. Everyone knew the story about Sam, Emily, and Leah. Sam finally realized that Leah was the bitchiest person alive and left her for her nicer and prettier cousin. Served her right. I was hoping that Seth would follow his example and leave Samantha for me, but it didn't exactly work out that way.

I knocked on the door and Paul Lahote answered it. He opened it and smiled at me even though he didn't look too happy to see me. "Oh, shit! Seth, it's for you!" Paul screamed back into the house. I raised an eyebrow at him. It was pretty much common knowledge that all of them were in this top secret gang. I didn't care though. I wasn't afraid of any of them; especially Paul "fuck everything in a skirt" Lahote.

Emily came out from behind him and pushed him out of the way. "Stop being rude, Paul," she chastised. Despite Emily's scars, she was still prettier than Leah and a lot freaking nicer. "Would you like to come in?" she offered. I was about to decline when Paul opened his mouth. "You don't wanna do that Emily. Believe me!" Emily brushed him off and pulled me in anyway. "Nonsense! Would you like a muffin?" "No thank you. I wont be here that long," I told her.

I followed her to the backyard where the "gang" was. I saw Seth immediately. He was the one with Samantha sitting on his lap, basically feeding her like a baby. Her ribs were broken. Her hands were fucking fine. It made me want to puke.

He looked up at me and I felt my eyes start to water. Why her and not me? I walked up to him and stood in front of him waiting for him to say something. Samantha stood up and gave me a small smile, which I returned to her with a scowl. Bitch.

"Hey, Chris. Sorry I had to leave. Samantha got in a car accident and I…" I held my hand up to stop him. Not even a minute here and he was already making up freaking excuses. This guy.

"Fuck you, Seth! Fuck you and that slut you call a girlfriend. Fuck this gang! I have no regrets about you leaving me at the dance. It was whatever. The only regret that I have about that entire day was that Samantha didn't die in the car crash!" I ranted and screamed at the top of my lungs.

I've never seen Seth so pissed. He looked like he could've killed me then and there. I was scared, but I wasn't going to back down.

Samantha put a hand on Seth's arm. "It's okay, Seth. Calm down. You don't want to freak out," she whispered. She didn't whisper quietly enough because I heard her.

"Shut up! This is your entire fault. You stay the fuck out of it!" I said taking a step towards her. Seth moved in front of her, blocking her from me, but she walked around him.

"Maybe you should leave, Christina. I don't think it'd be a good idea if you stayed here," she sneered. I looked down at her, trying to intimidate her. She didn't look intimidated.

"That's a good idea." I turned around to see her twin standing behind me. I should've brought Abigail. We could've definitely taken those two girls.

I rolled my eyes. "You're not even Quileute. You're not even welcomed here. You two should leave," I argued. Sam was about to open his mouth and say something but Jacob Black stopped him. He probably wanted to see a girl fight. He might get one.

Samantha smirked and Kaitlyn walked around me. They both started circling me. Now I was the intimidated one.

"She doesn't know me very well," Samantha said. "Nope. Lucky she caught you after you calmed down. A year ago and you would've done much less talking," Kaitlyn replied. I felt very small with their circling. I felt like their prey. Maybe coming here wasn't such a good idea after all.

"She's just jealous," Kaitlyn commented. "I can't for the life of me understand why," Samantha said in a high pitched voice, mimicking Abby. "It might have to do with the fact that you're with Seth," Kaitlyn said with false revelations. "Really? Wow! Some people just don't know when to give up. I'll help you out Chris. I won. You lost. Get over it," Samantha said with a smirk on her face.

"You know, I was actually going to try and befriend you. I can see how well that would've worked," she said before she sat down on Seth's lap again who had sat down during the whole thing. I stared at her and I've never been so mad in my entire. What the hell was I thinking coming over here? I didn't know that Samantha and Kaitlyn would go all freaking mobster on me.

I turned around and left the backyard which was now completely quiet. It was filled with the gang but no one was talking. I was glad. They were probably going to wait until I left before they started laughing at me.

Before I could leave the backyard completely, I walked right into someone. "Dammit! I just made that plate!" the person said. I now had baked beans and potato salad smeared on my shirt. I looked up to see Embry Call, also known as The Bastard. He was only half Quileute but he had no idea who his father was.

"Fuck you, Call" I told him waiting for him to move. He was blocking my way into the house. I needed to walk through the house to my car and leave this place and try my best to forget that any of this ever happened.

He just stood there and stared at me like an idiot. I probably looked like a crazy person. I definitely felt like one.

"You've got to be kidding me! This day keeps getting better. First, Danielle went down on me this morning, then, Baby Doll and Kaitlyn went beast on Christina, and now Embry imprinted on her! Best day ever!" Quil yelled, laughing his ass off. Jacob, Paul and Sam joined in on the laughter. What was imprinting? Why the hell wouldn't he move?

Seth looked relieved and held on more tightly to Samantha. I pretended not to notice.

"Would you move?" I asked him. He didn't respond. He only kept smiling at me and staring at me. "Fuck, Call! Get the hell out of my way!" I screamed as the laughter behind me increased. I was humiliated. I just wanted to go under a rock and die there.

Embry stepped out of my way and I rushed past him. I ran as fast as I could out of the house and jumped into my car. I sped off towards my house and thanked the gods that my mom wasn't home. At least I could cry in solitude.

Monday had to be the most awkward day ever. Seth decided to show his face. It was the second time this year that Seth and I weren't talking and I completely blamed it on Samantha. I hated not talking to Seth. We were friends. We were supposed to stick together.

He literally sat as far away from me as possible and I felt like crap. I sent him a text.

I'm really sorry about Saturday.

He checked his phone but didn't reply. He didn't even look at me. I knew that he was still pissed. I felt even worse. I'd probably have to apologize to Samantha for him to forgive me.

During lunch, Seth sat with his gang; Jacob, Collin, Brady, Quil, and Embry. Paul and Jared weren't in school today. Embry kept staring at me the entire time and I tried my best to ignore him.

"Are you ever going to tell me what's going on with you and Seth?" Abby asked. I told her everything that happened Saturday and she nearly choked on her lunch. "You did, what?" she asked for clarification. I only nodded my head. "That has to be the most stupid thing that you've ever done. What the hell were you thinking?" she asked. "I wasn't," I replied feeling like dirt.

"You're going to have to apologize to her. You know that, right?" she asked. I nodded my head. It would be one of the hardest things to do. I hated Samantha; now more than ever.

"Why does Embry keep staring over here at us?" I shrugged. I didn't know. Ever since Saturday, he'd been acting more strangely than usual.

"He's coming over here," she whispered. "What?" I looked over to see Embry Call making his way to our table. "Hey Abigail. Hi, Christina!" he said excitedly. "Hi, Embry!" Abigail said just as excitedly. I gave him a head nod.

"How you feeling?" he asked me. I rolled my eyes at him. "Cut the crap. Why are you here? Not done laughing at my expense, bastard?"I saw Embry cringe and I heard Abby gasp. No one ever called Embry a bastard to his face. Behind his back, sure, his face, never.

"I actually came here to see if you were done being a bitch. Nope, still a bitch," he said, getting ready to leave. I couldn't just let him call me a bitch and get away with it. Sure, at the moment, it was true. That still didn't give him the right to call me that.

"Fuck you, Embry. At least I know my dad," I told him, glaring at him intensely. He gave me a smile but there was nothing nice about it. "Yeah, the drug addicted Fred Oaks. Wow. What an honor. Congratufuckinglations!" he said walking back to his table.

I watched him leave and I felt a sharp pain in my chest. I rubbed on the spot trying to soothe it, but it didn't help. Everyone at his table was glaring at me. Well, everyone except for Seth. He just glared at the table. I wasn't even good enough for him to look at.

I felt a sharp pain on my hand and saw Abby pinching my hand. "What the hell?" I asked, snatching my hand away. "I don't know what your deal is, but you should take a laxative to crap out that stick that's lodged in your ass," she said before she stood up and left me. What was wrong with me? I was pushing all of my friends away from me.

A few minutes later and the bell was ringing. I ran to my next class and trudged through it. I wasn't paying attention. I only kept thinking about how my life had fallen to shit.

"Ms. Oaks, I'm going to have to ask you to stay after school," Mrs. Lancer said. I rolled my eyes. What the hell did I do now?

After class, I walked up to her desk and waited for her to tell me what was wrong. "You're failing my class," she said with no tact. I knew that I wasn't good at Science, but I didn't think I was failing. A "D", maybe.

"You're grade is so low, that unless you pass this class, you'll be repeating the tenth grade. You can forget about any more sports. I've already talked to the coach about your grade and he completely agrees with me" I could feel my jaw become slack. She couldn't do that. Sports were my life. That's all I was good at. She couldn't take away the one thing that made my life livable. Seth used to do that, but he was no longer a factor.

"What can I do to raise my grade?" I asked, cutting to the chase. "Lucky for you, one of my old students has agreed to help you. He passed the course with an "A" and he can tutor you. He should be here in a second," she told me with a small smile.

So, I just had to be tutored by this nerd and then I can pass the class and get back in the games. Awesome.

Just as I finished my thought, the last person I wanted to see, walked in the classroom. The pain in my chest went away but the scowl on my face returned. Embry fucking Call.

"No way. Forget it," he said before walking away. I followed him. If he wouldn't tutor me, then my life was over. I didn't want to be around him any more than he wanted to be around me, but I was desperate.

"Embry wait," I called after him. I had to run after him. He was only walking away from me, but he was so tall and his strides were so long, that I couldn't catch up. He turned around and I nearly ran into him again. Embry and everyone in his gang were all the same. They were all tall with short hair and very muscular. Embry wasn't the buffest or the tallest, but he was definitely a nice thing to look at.

"I'm not doing it," he said through clenched teeth. He turned around again but I grabbed his hand, stopping him. The minute our skin touched, it felt like an electric current had shot up through my arm and to my chest. I snatched my hand away from his and cradled it to my chest. It fucking hurt. Embry looked just as surprised as I did.

"Please, Embry! I need your help. I know you hate me. Just, I need to pass this class," I whispered. He heard me and scoffed at me. "You should've thought about that before you decided to dribble a ball instead of reading a book," he chastised.

"I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry for being a bitch. I'm sorry for calling you a bastard. Will you please help me?" Embry looked down at me and stared me down. I felt my cheeks heat up and my heart beat a little more quickly. Why did he keep looking at me like that?

"If I'm going to help you, then you have abide by my rules. Rule number one: we study when I say study. I set the times and dates and you'll be present. Rule number two: you call me a bastard again and you fail. Rule number three: Apologize to Baby Doll. You hurt her feelings. That wasn't cool."

Rules number one and two were easy. I could handle those, no problem. Rule number three was impossible. I bit my fingernail and nodded slowly to his rules. "Good. What time do you have to be home?" he asked me. I shrugged. "I don't have a curfew." "Good. We're going to see Baby Doll," he said, grabbing my hand. The spark was still there, but I ignored it.

"What? Why right now?" I asked, trying to stop. He was too strong and he just dragged me along. "Believe me, this is going to be the most difficult for you. If we get this out of the way now, then you won't have to worry about it later. Besides, you might be seeing more of Baby Doll in the near future and you should go ahead and make amends," he explained.

I rolled my eyes. I really didn't want to do this.

We got to my car and he stood at the driver's seat. "Keys," he ordered. I laughed at him and shook my head. "My car, I drive," I said without argument. Embry rolled his eyes and gave me that intense gaze that made me feel really small. "I've seen you drive. I want to get there in one piece. Keys," he ordered again.

"Forget it. Looks like we won't be going to the Doll House and you'll be walking home my friend," I said triumphantly. He shrugged. "Have fun in tenth grade next year," he said, walking away from me.

I screamed in frustration and threw my keys at his head. He caught them with ease and gave me a smug smile.

I got in the passenger's seat and crossed my arms over my chest. Stupid Embry. Why did it have to be him?

"Seatbelt," he ordered, after seeing that I wasn't wearing mine. "It's uncomfortable. I don't wear them," I told him honestly. He reached across from me and put my seatbelt on for me. "Safety first. You never know what could happen," he said after he put the car in drive. I hated seat belts.

We drove through LaPush and to Forks in silence. It was a good silence. I was happy that it was silent. Then Embry opened his mouth.

"So, why Seth?" he asked, staring straight ahead. He really wanted to have this conversation? "Why are you worried about it?" I snapped. He shrugged. "He's such a kid," he replied.

"We're the same age," I responded. "Yeah, but he acts so young. I don't know. He's not the type of guy that I'd see you with," he commented. I raised an eyebrow at him. "Yeah? What type of guy do you see me with?" I asked him.

He shrugged. "Someone like me," he said smiling at me. I could feel my cheeks darken. "Are you hitting on me, Embry?" I asked him as we pulled up to a two story white house. "Yes," he replied simply before he jumped out of the car. What. The. Fuck.

Okay, so that's the first chapter. I felt bad about leaving Christina loveless and I thought she'd be a good match for Embry. It might be kind of important to read Seth's Baby Doll to get the story. If not, then you're awesome and you picked up things pretty well.

Seth's Baby Doll and Paul's Ballerina are my other stories and I'd really like for you to check them out if you haven't already.

Review and let me know what you think.