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"Listen Leech, I kinda need some help in Biology, so will you tutor me?" He smirked and crossed his arms, "I'll only do it under one condition... I want you to ask me nicely." Leah Clearwater has had one hell of a year; her father died, Sam left her and now she's forced to be commanded by him constantly because she's in his pack! But after the past year's events, this she-wolf has decided to get her head down and recover what is left of the shattered disaster that is her education. But after one unfortunate grade, she realises that it may take more than a text book to help her solve this problem. Help comes at hand, a very cold, strong hand...

The Science of Love

I stared at the blindingly white envelope in my hands.

The lettering in block writing read: 'To Ms Leah Clearwater, Annual Report'. My eyes never left the black ink on the otherwise white paper, and my heart pounded in my chest as my pen slid through the seal of the envelope, ripped it off and unleashed whatever successes or catastrophes that hid inside. I took a deep breath and set my pen onto the smooth surface of the old wooden table that my father had constructed for me long ago. I closed my eyes as I slowly took out the A4 page that would dictate my near future.

'Inhale, exhale, inhale…'

I opened my eyes and was immediately met with a creamy document made of firmer and more official paper; not the sort that I could just grab from my printer. I stared at the black ink, the words not processing into my head as my mind refused to absorb any information.

'What if I failed, then what would I do?'

'Was this a good idea in the first place?'

I sighed, aggravated with myself; since when was I such a wuss? Leah Clearwater is no wuss! I wasn't scared of this measly little piece of paper; even if it was textured and fancy. I would not be made inferior to a piece of chopped, processed wood with ghastly black size 12 font.

Hell no.

I took a deep breath as my pep-talk sunk into me and then I gradually began to read the letter. Word after word slowly sunk in until my eyes widened as I processed this information.

"Oh my God!"

Suddenly there was a knock at my door and my annoying kid brother entered before I could reply to his pointless act of politeness.

"Hey, Lee, can I burrow your iPod, I swear I'll give it ba-,"

"I did it!" I exclaimed, completely disregarding his question. I leaped at Seth and engulfed him into a huge embrace and showered his face with kisses.

"Uhh, Leah are you alright?" Seth asked when I let go of him. I smiled, my cheeks were aching, but it didn't matter because I'd done it; I'd achieved the impossible.

"I am way more than alright, I am absolutely… just… wow! Seth I did it! Look at this." I eagerly handed my brother the letter which he took gingerly, a glint of suspicion and curiosity in his big brown, innocent eyes. I stayed silent, watching as he read the letter, a huge grin invading his entire expression as he reached the end.

"Lee, you did it, you passed all your classes with flying colours! Leah that is so awesome, have you shown Jake?" I frowned and looked at him sceptically.

"Shouldn't you be asking whether I've shown our mother first?" I asked with a grin. I knew how much Seth admired Jake, he was the closest brother that Seth had in the pack and he thought of Jake as some kind of warped hero. It was truly beyond me why anyone would ever consider Jake to be heroic, but then; I always was the one with sense in the family.

I felt myself beam once more as I took my report from Seth and read it again. I relished the surge of success that burned through my veins and was led straight to my head. I had finally done what I had planned to and it had gone perfectly well; the sensation of accomplishment could not have been more prominent in my system as I absorbed the words in front of me for the second time; not truly believing my eyes.

It had been just over a year since I had begun attending advanced classes at the high school in La Push. I had decided that after a year of mourning over my break-up with Sam and feeling sorry for myself, I was finally going to forget about him and move on with my life. I refused to be suffocated with regret and resentfulness any longer and instead I concluded that the best way to turn a new leaf would be to pick up the broken pieces that were my education. After the 'wolf' situation arose, I was left with no time at all in my schedule for school or friends or other normal activities. I was thrown into the deep end at such a high speed, it's a wonder I didn't get whiplash.

But, when I did return, it was not long before I melted into my daily routine, managing to balance my pack duties with my school work and family life. I now even had time to go see a movie with my kid brother twice a month. It was refreshing to know that although I would never be entirely normal, I could at least lead somewhat of a seemingly normal life.

I clutched my report with utter joy and reached the end of the letter for the second time. It was then that a huge wave of ice water flushed over me and washed away all the delight, the happiness; the pride.

My gaze locked on a sentence at the end.

"Oh my God, no, no, no no no no shit!" I exclaimed as I clutched the paper with both hands, not caring at all that the sides were creasing and almost tearing. I was tearing on the inside.

"What's the matter Lee?" Seth asked as he sat on my bed and stopped the music he was listening to with my earphones on my iPod. I felt my heart drown in a salty bitter sea of disappointment.

"I failed biology, Seth. The one subject I need to get into a good med school and I failed it. Oh shit."

I sank down onto my bed as I glared miserably at the paper, as though if I stared hard enough the result would change. I couldn't believe it, after all of my hard work, I had managed to score highly on all of my subjects except the main one that I had needed. I had failed, not only in school but in life. I had hoped to go into medicine and, one day, even become a doctor. Once I realised that I could lead a life outside of La Push, I had become obsessed with trying my hardest to achieve this newly found dream. I'd been so close…

But then I'd failed.

I could almost see my dreams crumble into ash.

I ran a hand through my hair in frustration, and dumped the silly piece of paper on that old wooden desk. I closed my eyes, forcing the salty feel of approaching tears to remain on the inside. I hated crying, and I certainly wasn't about to cry in front of Seth.

"Lee, it's ok. So you didn't pass biology, that's not a huge deal, you could always do a retake right?" Seth whispered as he placed a gentle arm around my shoulders.

"Seth I didn't just not pass, I failed; completely. I just didn't know what to do, I really don't get it. It would take a miracle to get me to even pass biology." I answered anger rising up inside of me.

Why was I so useless? I had tried so hard to move on with my life and escape the past; erase it from my memory in order to make room for this new brighter future that I had been so convinced was in my reach. But then I had let it slip through my fingers; just as I did with everything else that I cared about.

My thoughts diverted to Sam. He had mocked me when Jacob had let it slip that I was taking the classes. He didn't think I would amount to anything, he said that all I needed to worry about was my duty to the pack and the people of La Push. 'Well screw him.' I'd thought. On that day I gained a new motive to achieve the highest grades possible: to prove Sam wrong.

But he had been right. I was utterly useless.

"Lee, you could always get a tutor. There has to be some around this place." Seth suggested.

I sighed, "Seth you know we can't afford to pay for a tutor, besides what teen science prodigy do you know that lives around here, huh?"

Seth's solemn expression became sly and mischievous; I knew that face, it was his 'idea' face. My brows furrowed and a frown reached my lips; that face was never good news.

"Well… you could always ask Edward Cullen." Seth whispered cautiously. I felt my body freeze as I stared at my demented brother.

"Um Seth, what have you been taking? You must be totally insane or high if you think that's funny." I said not believing his proposition.

Seth sighed, "Come on Leah, you know it would be a sensible thing to do. Edward's got a million medical degrees and Carlisle is a freakin' doctor for crying out loud; it's the perfect opportunity. The Cullen's aren't our enemies anymore Leah, we've worked with them; they're our friends."

"No Seth, they're your friends, no way some smelly, rotten, dead leech will ever be my friend, whether he eats babies or bunnies. That will never, ever happen and I will never, ever, ever ask Edward 'thinks he's so smart' Cullen for help." I stated.

I got up and whilst I was heading towards my bathroom, ready to kick Seth out of my room so I could have a nice relaxing bath, I saw the white paper sitting on my desk. It sat there with its creamy white surface and staining black ink. I shook my head; no way was I going to ever ask a leech for help. I'd find a way to pass my re-take some other way… any other way.

But no way would anyone see the day when Leah Clearwater was reduced to requiring help from an enemy.

That would never happen.

Well, I admit I was quite sad for Leah in this, just when life was looking up… anyway thanks for reading and please review, Review Review Review! Please!