Blair

I huffed and tapped my pen on my desk in annoyance. Why did calculus have to be so darn hard and boring? I glanced over at Embry, who sat in the desk beside me.

"Hey, Embry?" I whispered, poking his side in an attempt to get his attention.

"What, Blair?" he asked, obviously miffed that I interrupted his train of thoughts.

"Um, do you understand this at all? I mean seriously, what is the point of this?"

He huffed. "To help you understand calculus, thats the point. I thought you were supposed to be smart?"

I frowned. I hated when people said that. "Well, fine, if you don't want to help me, then you don't have to. I'll just fail and ruin my chances of getting into a good college, and I'll be jobless and homeless, and I'll die a lonely death on the streets of Manhattan."

He groaned, but he couldn't help keep a smile off his face. "You are so dramatic, Blair. Hey, are you going to the bonfire tonight?"

I made a face. "Did you seriously just ask me if I was going to the bonfire? Even though we have finals tomorrow? Why do you guys even throw those bonfire parties on school nights anyways?"

He shrugged. "Less tourist traffic, I guess. But Blair, really. All you've done is study, don't you think one night off would be good?"

I glared at him and frowned. "It is not the only thing I've done! I do a lot of other things too!"

He grinned impishly. "Oh yeah? Like what?"

I grimaced and opened my mouth, hoping I could come up with some valid excuse, when the teacher interrupted our banter.

"Embry, stop bothering Blair. She has work to do and so do you!" Mr. Retern scolded Embry and turned away.

I giggled and looked back at Embry. "Yeah, Embry. Stop bothering me." He frowned and looked away.

I attempted to decipher my worksheet, but it couldn't hold my attention. I stared out of a nearby window, resting my chin in my hands. It was a beautiful late April Thursday, and I would give anything to lay out in the grass and stare at the picturesque clouds. I had recently moved to La Push with my 2 younger sisters and one nanny. I found it completely unnecessary, considering we moved here from Forks, a small town ten miles away. Thats right, ten.

My parents were rich weirdos who felt no need to interact with their kids. Hence, the nanny. After a family tragedy, they felt we would need a "change of scenery". They obviously did not think it through at all and put minimal effort into ensuring our happiness. I honestly liked La Push a whole lot better, but I wasn't about to let them know.

The shrill sound of the bell brought me out of my stupor, and I jumped up as fast as possible and gathered my stuff. I hurried out to the hall, hoping to beat Embry to my locker. There was no way he could beat me now.

I groaned when I got there. Not only had Embry had enough time to get to my locker, he had enough time to go to his, gather his stuff, and then come back to gather my stuff.

"Embry Call! How on earth do you do that? It is so frustrating!" I grabbed my bag and glared at him. "Did you get my chemistry book?"

"Yup, and your Spanish, history, and science books. I also got your spiral, I figured you'd need it..." he trailed off, and noticed my face. He grinned cockily. "What? I'm just good."

I rolled my eyes and we headed out to my car. I had a pretty sweet ride, even though I didn't like to admit it. My parents liked to buy my affection. We slid into my 2012 SLK-Class Mercedes-Benz. I turned on the radio and pulled out of the parking lot.

Embry

Blair and I had been friends for as long as I could remember. Her parents were friends with mine; they both worked at the same law firm before their career took off. Even diapers we'd been close. I dealt with her ADD and energy, and she dealt with my... well she just dealt with me as a whole.

When I joined the pack, staying away was hard. I knew it was for her own good, but I wanted to be with her so bad. I was sure I'd imprint on her when we saw each other for the first time after I changed.

I had been so sure, but I made a complete fool of my self, trying to stare at her in a weak attempt to feel something.

Needless to say, nothing happened. I settled with being just friends, like she wanted. I knew I had left her during the worst part of her life, and I didn't want to push it.

I glanced at her, silently laughing at her face of concentration. Driving was hard for her because of how easily distracted she was. I swear, that girl got so excited over anything and everything.

One time we were driving along a highway; luckily not a major one, and all of a sudden she pulled over, jumped out of the car, and ran to a box full of glass that appeared to have spilled out of a truck bed. "Embry," she smiled at me, her eyes sparkling with excitement, "do you know what this is?"

She didn't pause to let me answer and continued. "This is a box of sea glass! I'm so excited! You know what I could do with this? I could make something. something epic. YUS." and then, as soon as her fit of energy started, it ended.

I smiled, remembering that day. I peeked over at Blair, and almost had a mini heart attack. "Blair! I can't believe your doing that while your driving! Stop!" The freak was whipping her hair to Willow Smith's song.

She laughed, revealing a beautiful smile that highlighted her eyes. "Chill out, we're already here!" I froze, looking around. She was right, we had parked in her drive way.

"Oh, right." I muttered, looking down. How could I miss that? Shouldn't my wolf senses picked it up? Whatever. Maybe I was just too deep in thought.

Blair looked at me, confusion etched on her face. I desperately wanted to put my hand against her fair cheeks, fiddle with her voluminous dark brown waves, stare into her blue eyes that contained so much depth... I looked away. I couldn't get caught up with her, I didn't want to hurt her like Sam hurt Leah. I glanced at the dashboard clock, desperate to find something else to look at. "We better go help set up for the bonfire." I muttered, grabbing my bag.

Blair frowned. "Uh, Embry, were you not listening to me earlier? I'm not going. Finals tomorrow, remember?"

I rolled my eyes. I knew how to get her attention. "Blair, you should seriously come. It's supposed to be a full moon tonight, and it lights up the forest magically. It's a great photo-op, no joke."

She faltered, and I knew I had caught her attention. "And tonight were making s'mores instead of sausages. I know you love s'mores."

She sighed. "Fine. I'll come." she groaned and grabbed her bag. I smirked. Taking advantage of Blairs childish personality was so easy.

I opened her front door and walked in to the delicious smell of food. I loved her nanny. Nina could make some serious grub.

"Whats cooking Nina?" I called, plopping on the couch. Blair walked in behind me, stifling a smile at my position.

Nina laughed and appeared in the living room. "Feet off." she ordered, pointing a large wooden spoon at my feet. "I'm just making macaroni in the crock pot. I swear, you think everything is gourmet."

I shrugged. "Hey, it all goes to the same place."

Blair laughed and turned to Nina. "We're going in about 10 minutes, so don't wait for us."

"Why, got a hot date or something?" Nina asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

"No, bonfire. I'm gonna go change clothes." Blair said as she walked up the stairs.

Nina turned to me. "I thought she was studying."

I shrugged.

"What'd you bribe her with?" she questioned, her eyebrows raised.

I opened my mouth to answer when she held up her hand. "Wait, let me guess. You bribed her with a sugary food and some type of arts & craft?"

I nodded, and she burst out laughing. "I swear, you'd think I'd spend most if my time bribing her sister, but no! Courtney is more mature than Blair, and she's 5!" she walked back to the kitchen still laughing.

Blair

I let my hair fall natural, not wanting to spend much time on it. Since it was nice out tonight, I pulled on a flowy summer dress, a sweater, and some simple sandals. I enjoyed the beachy look.

I left my make up alone, as it was simple. A dab of mascara and a dap of lip gloss. Thats how I liked it. I hummed to myself as I grabbed my phone and slid it into my cardigan pocket.

I practically skipped down the stairs. I was really excited to go, and not because of my photography and s'mores. I didn't even want to bring my camera. I just loved the bonfires in Quilete, how they emitted the warm glow, smelt slightly of ocean, and gave the feeling of relaxed togetherness.

So sorry if this chapter doesn't flow well, sometimes I have problems with beginnings. Read and review, I'd really appreciate it!