Authors Note: Hey guys this is my first fanfiction ever. I hope you enjoy it. It is a future fic thingy. It's more about the werewolves than the vampires.

Character Profiles:

Jacob Black and Leah Clearwater

Matthew Black - 17

Lauren Black - 16

Sophia Black - 14

Quil Ateara and Claire Young

Nathaniel (Nate) Ateara - 17

Elisabeth Ateara - 17

Seth Clearwater and Emma Stanton

Noah Clearwater - 18

Grace Clearwater -17

Paul Najera and Rachel Black

Sarah Najera - 19

Tyler Najera - 17

Liam Najera - 14

Jared Lewis and Kim Cornweller

Ethan Lewis - 20

Alexander Lewis - 17

Daniel Lewis - 16

Samuel Uley and Emily Young

Levi Uley - 21

Annabel Uley - 18

Embry Call and Lillian James

Rory Call - 21

Audrey Call - 17

James Call - 15

The Stupidity of Change

My's eyes blinked open to see my brother, Nate's, face in my own. I groaned and sat up. I gave him my famous death glare. "What do you want you little dimwit?!" Nate smirked at my idiotic choice of words. "Dimwit?" I threw my pillow at his head, knowing it wouldn't hurt him at the slightest. He ducked anyways. "Just waking you up. Pack meeting in five." My eyes widen at that. I was surely awake by that little tiny statement. I threw the nearest thing at him, which happened to be my shiny metal alarm clock. "You idiot! You should have just said that first!" I jumped out of the bed and shooed him out of the room. I threw on the closest thing to me , blue skinny jeans and a dark green tank top. I grabbed my toothbrush and quickly made sure my pearly whites were still as pearly. Then I brushed my hair throwing the brush back onto my bed as I stormed downstairs. Everyone was already there, obviviously waiting for me. I grinned sheepishly.

I waved cheekily and sat down next to Grace. Grace smiled warmly back me and I was instantly grateful. Grace Clearwater was the nicest person I ever knew and was a dream to spend the day with. Uncle Jacob's booming voice broke out through the room. "We are changing patrolling schedules." I groaned. Seriously? I was woken up because of a stupid schedule that was being stupidly changed? Couldn't Nate or my dad have just told me later?

I barely paid attention to what he was saying, opting to pick at my fingernails when I heard my name. "Elisabeth and Matt…after dinner patrol." I groaned. Not because it was after dinner, more because of who I was going to be patrolling with. Matthew Black was the most ass-holiest kid the kingdom of ass-holiness. And lucky ol' me had gotten stuck with that cocky sonuvabitch. Matt smirked at me. "Something wrong princess?" I growled at him. "Bite me Black." His grin widened. I knew what was coming next. The parents rolled their eyes at us, and everyone pretty much left. Before I could leave for the sanctuary of my room, Matt grab my arm, "With pleasure", he whispered in my ear. The feeling of his hot breath against my ears had me trembling…Wait what??! No. Matthew Ephrahim Black did not have my trembling at the slightest. Nu uh.

I hastly pulled my arm out of his grip. My jaw clenched in fury. "Touch me again Black and I'll make sure that that you're family jewels will be damaged for life." He didn't even budge. Stupid male shape-shifters and their stupid ability to not be intimadiated. I heard Lauren call out to her brother. "Come on Matt, and leave Elisabeth alone. It's obvious you're not going to get in her pants." I blushed at that. Seriously? I loved Lauren and all but couldn't she be more loud. I glared at him once more and stalked up the stairs into my room.

I slammed my door. I heard my mom yelling from below, "ELISABETH ROSE ATEARA! DO NOT SLAM DOORS!" I stuck my tongue out childishly at the door, knowing not to make my mom angry after she yells.

I opened up my physics book, hoping to get my mind off the whole patroling thing. After a few minutes I slammed the book in frustration and laid down on my bed. Throughout all my life Matt and I have been enemies. It really started when I was five. Matt and I were playing at First Beach when I threw mud at his face thinking it was funny. Well, he didn't. Then he got all bitchy (well as bitchy as a five year old can get) and started calling me names and then ending with something like, "You're just a stupid girl." I retorted immaturely, "Well boys are stupider." He then stalked away and I threw my bucket at him. It didn't really reach him but that was besides the point. We have been enemies ever since.

I sat up and sat down at the mirror and really stared at myself. I was pretty, I guess. I had my mom's tan skin, but my dad's straight silky black hair. I thankfully gained my mom's gorgeous almond hazel eyes and was kind of pretty. My features were too big or too small. I was around 5'8, being one of the shortest werewolves to ever walk this earth, but I was kind of okay with that. It made it easier with the boys. Not that boys came around. With the guys of the pack plus the uncles and my own dad, it was hard to ever get a guy to come around without the guys scaring the crap out of him. The only one in this whole pack who really has a boyfriend is Annabel. That's because she imprinted on Uncle Jared's son Ethan and Ethan imprinted on Annabel, Uncle Sam's daughter. It wasn't pretty at first, Uncle Sam was hellbent on his daughter not dating she was thirty, but Aunt Emily scolded him and they are pretty much together and perfect now.

Matt is a player. He was a cocky dick who got all the girls because he was little bit charming and kind of handsome. Okay so he was more than a little bit charming and a lot more than kind of handsome. He has had like a bazillion girlfriends. Right now he's dating Naomi Tate. Some cheerleader who's boobs are bigger than her brain. Another reason for Matt to hate me is that I am pretty much the only girl not affected by his charm besides his sisters, Lauren and Sophie. It's a gift, I thought smugly to myself. But of course I remember today when he made me tremble. Wait, no, I thought my brain and heart agreed that there was no trembling. Right no tremble.

I heard Mom's yell again for dinner and couldn't help up feel depressed. In about thirty-minutes after dinner, I will have to patrol with Matt, all alone in the dark. Stupid Uncle Jacob for making us patrol together. This better not be one of their plans to make us bond. I still haven't forgiven them for locking Matt and I in the bathroom together. I mean seriously what did they think was going to happen? I'll tell you what did happen. Matt and I practically rip each other to shred. I mean when Aunt Rachel opened up the door, she did not expect to see two werewolves trying to find enough space so they can kill each other.

I saw my dad smile at me when I sat down. I scowled at him. I knew that he was in on it. When he heard our names being called together he didn't even flinch. It was like he already knew. I was on to him. I sat down cautiously. My mom rolled her eyes. "Oh give it up Elisabeth. No ones out together. We just want some peace when the Blacks come over. " I stood up, my chair slidding back. "HA! This was a plan to make me and Matt," I heard Nate mutter, Matt and I, "bond. I swear mom we aren't going to bond. I'm just going to end up killing him, probably not even as a wolf. Though maybe I will so angry. But I swear if I do kill him it will be nice and slow and torturous so when he dies it will be all your fault for setting us up." My mom stared at me with a bored expression. "Elisabeth," she said in a tired tone. "Claire," I mocked back. She glared at me. That's where I got that kill her glare. She hated it when we used her first name. I sunk in my sit and reluctantly (well not really) stuffed the delicious lasanga into my mouth. My dad hadn't said a word this whole time. Smart guy. He looked up and winked. I scowled yet once again. Stupid parents, stupid patrol, stupid werewolf thingy (I actually like it but it doesn't help with the rant), stupid Uncle Jacob, stupid everyone else, and most of all, stupid Matt.