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"Yes, Mom," I said.

"And don't forget to water the plants, and clean the pool..." Mom said.

"Yes Mom," I repeated, rolling my eyes at my best friend across the table.

"Are you listening to me?" Mom asked.

"Yeah, of course I am Mom, what else would I be doing?" I said, just a little bit exasperated.

"Don't you answer back to me."

"Okay Mom! Can I go out now? I promise that I'll be back after lunch and by the time you get home everything will be done."

She looked at me fondly – fondly? Oh God. – and said "Okay, shoo! Don't forget to—

"Make dinner," we finished at the same time.

"Bye Mom!" I said, running out the door with Jake right behind me.

"Aleshanee!" I heard her call.

"Don't call me that!"

I could hear her laughter.

"Mom, is such a pain," I complained.

"Naw she's not," Jacob said.

"Easy for you to say," I mumbled.

He laughed. Good, old, easy-going Jake.

"WOOHOO! BEACH!" Jake yelled, the minute we stepped on the sand.

Purely Jacob.

Oh my God. It's freezing Jake! I cried.

He turned, laughing, at me probably.

"Jacob Black, you're late!"A high prissy, preppy - and all those other bad adjectives starting with a p – voice said.

"Chelly, hey," Jake said. What the hell is SHE doing here? Shouldn't she be painting her toenails or something?

"So, Jake, like, um, like, what's, like, up?" She said, slowly and I guess in what she thought were "sultry" tones.

I guess you figured out what kind of person Chelly is by now, but just in case you didn't, here's some background on her. Chelly is definitely not Native American. She's very blonde, so blonde you almost can't see her hair in the sunlight. She wears way too much make-up, and very, very tight clothes. You may think that I'm describing her as I see her and I "don't really know the person she is at all." I do. This is exactly the person she is, after all, she's much too shallow to be anything else than a pretty face.

"Not much Chelly, pretty much just hanging out with Allie," Jacob said.

Um, wait a minute, JUST?

Of course, Jake likes her. I admit, she's pretty, and I don't even like her, at all. The only reason I don't like her is because she's mean to all the girls, and sucks up to all the boys.

"So Jakey, what do you say to ditching this place and like, going somewhere private?" The she-devil said.

Jake laughed. "Sorry Chells, it's an Allie and Jake day today."

"Isn't everyday Allie and Jake day?" She asked, obviously pissed off.

"Yeah, well," Jake trailed off.

"Yeah Chells," I said, well, practically snarled, but oh well.

"Don't call me that!" The she-devil said, stomping her foot.

That set Jake and I off in laughter. I mean, seriously, what real-life girl stamps her foot? They only do that on TV! Oops, I guess we pissed Chelly off a little more. She absolutely hates nicknames.

"Ugh! Fine! Be that way! Jake, when you get tired of this um, person, call me. You have my number." She said then stomped – i mean walked – off.

"Biatch," I muttered.

"Actually, I don't think I have her number. Oh well," Jake mused.

Ah, no wonder I like being around Jake so much.