Darcy's POV:

He is so close, but I choose not to get any further. Jace Woods and I used to be best friends, until I had to move to Seattle several years ago. The thing is now I am back in La Push and want to talk to him. How could I though? He must hate me for never calling or even bothering to find his number. It would have been so simple if I didn't lose his number, but I did and now I have to pay for my mistake. There he was sitting in class and I just bit my lip. I typically sit in the front of the room, but today, since it was my first day of my junior year, I was sitting in the back. Most of the classes were easy to find and so far I didn't get any classes with Jace, until now. Hopefully, he won't recognize me and I crossed my fingers to try to give me some hope. It's been five years, so I can't possibly look the same as I did when I was twelve.

I recalled the day I said goodbye to him. We both we're incredibly sad that I had to move. My dad got a 'new job' or so that's what the normal people think of why I moved away. I actually was meeting my future fiancé and just thinking about that left a nasty taste in my mouth. I did not want to marry Kale Fray. He was the most arrogant man I know and not to mention quite abusive. We're dating and all to keep his father's pack happy, but I can tell he doesn't really want me with him. He just wants the benefits of a relationship, which means sex. Something he wouldn't get until we wed, which tend to make him even angrier with me and result in lots of bruises. I pulled the sleeve of my baby blue cardigan down and focused my attention on Jace. His hair was cropped short and I could see his arm muscles that protruded from his shirt.

He currently had on a gray long sleeve shirt and jeans. AP American History was going to suck and why did this school even have that class? Shouldn't they be teaching about the tribe's history, not America's history? Oh well, it's been awhile since I've been attending the Quileute schools. A girl with bleach blonde hair leaned over to whisper something in Jace's ear. I watched as he smirked at her and touched her hand with his own.

"Class, settle down," the teacher told us. He looked young, about in his early twenties. "Take your time and read over the syllabus that I passed out."

I glanced down at the white sheet of paper on my desk. It had the basic black font on it and went over how he would be grading us. I noticed the first assignment on the list was a project. We had to pick a war and create something creative to represent it. Great, just what I need. The teacher, who introduced himself as Mr. Bailey, went on with his lecture.

"Students, I've already selected who your partner will be."

He went down the list that he had in his hands. Each student was being paired up and finally Mr. Bailey came to my name. "Darcy Marshall and Jace Woods," the teacher stated and continued to pair up the rest of the students.

My cheeks flamed. Oh no! He knows that I'm back now. This better not be happening to me! I better wake up right now and…his eyes met mine. They are the same deep blue that I remembered. He stared at me for a while and finally pulled his eyes from mine. He shook his head and glanced down at his desk.

"Class, take this time to find your partner. We only have one new student this year, so you should all be able to find your partner. Ms. Marshall," Mr. Bailey prompted.

I looked at the teacher and pleaded silently with my eyes. Please do not make me introduce myself. Well Mr. Bailey didn't make me introduce myself, but instead he had me sit next to Jace. Everyone had to change seats so they could sit next to their partner, but I think my fate was worse. "Jace you know this school well enough, could you show Darcy around to the rest of her classes?"

I kept my eyes on my purple painted nails. Do not look at him Darcy. Jace muttered a yes and Mr. Bailey returned to his lecture. We were to brainstorm ideas for the project. Jace and I weren't speaking so I finally broke the silence. "Um, so what would you like to do the project on?"

Jace shrugged. "Doesn't matter."

I sighed mentally. "We could make a replica of one of the battle fronts."

He finally quit staring at the wooden desk and looked at me. "That works."

His eyes absorbed my own and I felt my heart swim with hope. Maybe Jace wasn't too angry with me. Perhaps we could be best friends again. "Jace, I'm sorry."

Jace shrugged as if it didn't matter. "Glad to have you back Arcy."

That's a good sign; he's using my old nickname. "Still, I should have called but I lost your number and I couldn't find it on the internet—"

Jace cut me off. "Darcy, I said its fine." He replied gruffer.

I nodded and glanced back at my nails. "So how have you been?"

He sighed. "Fine."

Okay, so maybe he did not want to talk to me. He probably was lying about being okay and he most likely hates me. I shut up for the rest of the period and Mr. Bailey came over to our desks. "So what have you two come up with?" He had his clip board and pen ready to go.

"We want to do a replica of one of the battle fronts from one of the major wars in U.S. history." Jace said to him swiftly.

Jace has always been smart so all the teachers from middle school liked him and so did all the girls. I couldn't help but feel a stab of jealously from that fake blonde girl. I have blonde hair too but it's more of a honey color and my eyes are gray rather than her poopy brown shade. The bell rang and broke me from my thoughts. Jace stood up and grabbed his back pack and headed straight for the door. I guess he wasn't going to show me around after all, like I need his help anyway.

The rest of my classes were quite boring and I was looking forward to cheer tryouts. Those would be after school today and I was hoping I could make the team. I remember how my old school didn't have a cheer team. Lakeside School was pretty pricy but since my dad had connections, thanks to his pack, I was able to attend. At least now I don't have to wear a stupid uniform. The school day came to an end so I made my way outside, where the tryouts were being held.

A lot of girls were there, which surprised me big time. I guess I wasn't the only one who wanted a spot on the team. I went to stand by a girl with red hair. She was really pretty and she had green eyes, and then it finally hit me. "Aaliyah?" I asked.

"Yeah?" she questioned, but then she recognized me. "Oh my god! Darcy is that really you?"

I nodded. "Yeah it's me. You're trying out too?"

She nodded eagerly. "I skipped my classes, but my mom gave me a ride so I could still tryout."

I smiled. "Why did you skip your classes?" I questioned.

She got all red. "Um, I'll tell you later."

The captain of the squad was a total bitch and she was the same girl from history. Her fake blonde hair was pulled back into a high ponytail. "Okay girls stand with your grade please."

I wanted to roll my eyes at her voice. Clearly this girl was stuck up and she reminded me of all the preppy rich girls from Lakeside. I managed to put my hostile feelings away and tried out like everyone else. The captain, who told us her name is Melissa, gave a grim smile. "Alright, now that everyone has tried out, I have the list of who made the team."

All the girls she called out were really pretty, and both Aaliyah and I were called. "Congratulations, you've made the team. Jamie has your uniforms in the office. The rest of you thanks for trying out, better luck next year."

I noticed how the other girls looked. They seemed sad and I felt sorry for them. Melissa didn't give the not so pretty girls a chance and half of them had better routines than the girls who got selected. Aaliyah was staring at some football player, who must be on the skins team, since he was shirtless. "See someone you like?" I teased her.

She blushed. "I don't know. He looks too old for me. My parents said I can't date until I'm sixteen."

I gaped at her. "You're kidding?"

She nodded sadly. "My brothers can date, but my sister and I can't. She's twelve though, so she's not even into boys yet."

I shook my head. "That's not fair at all."

She nodded in agreement. "Yeah, but that's what my dad says. He expects me to not look at guys and to focus on school. I mean I have no problem doing that, it's just temptation."

The guy she was staring at looked over at us then. Aaliyah and he both stared at each other for a split second before the coach barked an order at the boy. "Mr. Clearwater, keep your head in the game."

Aaliyah looked at me then. "Oh well, so have you seen Jace yet?"

I nodded. "Yeah, and he's dating Melissa."

Her face wrinkled in disgust. "I know, I think that's why she let me on the team."

I shook my head at her. "Not even. You're really talented; you've been dancing since you were little. I remember it perfectly."

Aaliyah smiled and blushed. "Thanks, but I got to go. My brother is supposed to pick me up and take me home."

I nodded. "My boyfriend's picking me up."

Aaliyah frowned at this. "What?" She asked, suddenly curious yet confused.

"Yeah, um he said he would." I stammered. Why was I being so strange about this? I knew better than anyone that Kale Fray would be my future husband whether I like it or not. Aaliyah would find out sooner or later, so I might as well tell her the truth. "I'm getting married Aaliyah."

She just stared blankly at me. I was about to speak again and assure her that everything was fine, but she stopped me. "Just hang on there; did you just say you're getting married?"

I nodded once. "As soon as I turn eighteen."

Her eyes turned a dim green at this. "What are you pregnant or something? Who gets married at eighteen?"

I shook my head. "No, I am most certainly not pregnant Aaliyah. It's an arranged marriage."

Her face paled at my words and I decided it was time for me to shut up. "Tell me you're joking."

I shook my head again. I heard a car honk its horn and we both looked to see who it was. Jace, he must have just arrived to pick up his sister. "Aaliyah, hurry up!"

Aaliyah sighed and looked at me. "See you around?"

I nodded. "Yeah, we got practice tomorrow." Aaliyah surprised me with a bear hug. "Jeez girl, you got stronger."

She laughed and pulled away. "Sorry! I better go before Jace throws a tantrum."

I watched as she got in the car, but then someone else showed up. Melissa. Her obnoxious ponytail bobbed on her way to Jace's car. I continued to stare as she went to the driver's seat of the car. Jace gave her a deep kiss and I immediately felt my heart sink further into my chest. He probably has never liked me and never would. My best friend was no longer my friend and he would never be mine like I've always dreamed of.

Melissa got into the car and went across Jace's lap and sat in between Aaliyah and him. Poor Aaliyah, she had to sit next to that chaotic bitch. I could see her make a face and then Jace drove off. I sat waiting on a bench outside of the school. Kale was late, and I wasn't particularly surprised. "Once again." I muttered to myself.


Cyan's POV:

Crystal was asleep on my bed and I watched her contently as her chest would rise and fall from breathing. She looked so damn peaceful and I just wish my parents weren't coming home soon. Mom had to go to the store and Dad would be back soon from work in about half an hour. I heard my phone buzz and picked up the phone. Aaliyah texted me.

The troll's coming…

He's still with her? Damn what's it been two months and he still hasn't left her?

I know!

I quit texting as I felt Crystal stir. Her long black hair cascaded down to her naval and I kissed her cheek gently. "Morning beautiful."

She jerked up in surprised. "Morning? Shit, your parents must be pissed!"

I laughed. "Relax; you only were out for an hour. We better get downstairs though before they show up."

Crystal grinned. "Or we could do this." Her lips captured mine in a single, but passionate kiss. She took her time and I gladly responded. I gripped her hips and pulled Crystal onto my lap. Her legs easily straddled me and she unbuttoned her shirt.

"I-I don't think—" I trailed off as her body distracted me. That pink lacy bra was just begging to be ripped off.

"You don't think what," she purred.

I could feel my face get hot. Why does she have such an effect on me? Oh right, because you love her stupid. "You think we have enough time?"

She bit her lip gingerly and trailed one of her soft hands down my tee-shirt covered chest. "Depends on you my Hot Tamale."

I smirked at her. "Well my Snow Angel, you better hurry and get naked."

She shrieked as I playfully nipped at her neck. "Cee-Cee!"

I grabbed Crystal from her hips and pulled her straight down onto my blue covered bed. I think my parents went a little overboard with my name and got obsessed with the color blue. That was the last thing on my mind though and so I shut my thoughts up to continue kissing the girl I love more than myself. Her hands were soft and thoughtful as they pulled my shirt off and tossed it gingerly to the floor. Why was it that she could have such and effect on me and yet know everything about me, well mostly everything? I still couldn't help but wonder where she came from. It's been a year since I first found her on Christmas Eve. I was thirteen at the time and she was about a few months younger. I asked her what she was doing out in the snow and how she must be freezing her butt off, but she dismissed it with a shake of her head.

That had caused me to realize that she had only summer clothes on and no shoes. Her face is what had me captivated at the time rather than her body and that's when I realized that snow was dancing around her. The flakes swirled around her face and body and they kindled with a swift cold breeze.

"What are you?" I had asked. I was raised better than to not question obvious abnormalities.

"I have no idea what you mean? The better question is what are you?"

"Well I'm a Homo sapien, and I most clearly am male, unless of course you would like to check."

This had made her smirk. "It wouldn't be the first time I've seen a stranger flamboyantly exposed."

It made me raise a brow at her and she just smiled gingerly at me. "Well your hair matches your power," she said with a wink.

My eyes widen and I saw that a flick of fire rose from my hands. "You saw nothing," I said but she cut me off.

Crystal had danced over to me a swift skip and grinned deeply. "So I'm not the only one." A snow ball shot out from her hand and hit me right in the face.

We ended up tossing fire balls and snow balls until we were too tired. Both of us dodged them but she held out her ivory colored hand. "I'm Crystal."

"Cyan," I said taking it. It was the coldest I've ever felt but the touched made us both gasp. Steam appeared and with that I found out more about her. I learned that she was a runaway and how she hated her home. That's all she said about her past and I knew better than to press her for more information.

"Hello, Cyan? Are you alive still?" Crystal asked, waving her hand in face to get my attention.

I shook my head and she laughed. "No, I mean I'm here. I was just thinking Crystal." I said and tucked a strand of her dark hair behind one of her ears.

"You know, I heard that boys are beginning to lose their testosterone at younger ages these days—"

I cut the remainder of her words off with a single kiss. Crystal gripped my arms and I felt her melt against me. Both of us can control our temperatures, but times like these when we lose ourselves, our powers seem to have minds of their own.

I could feel the steam that our bodies created every time we made love. She gripped my back and arched against me as I plummeted deeper into her cold yet enticing body. I heard and saw her pretty pink lips release moans. Our half hour was up in no time and though it felt like only a few minutes, thirty minutes had blown away. Her face snuggled against my chest. "I can never get enough of you."

I smirked and kissed her lips. "Too bad were not married yet."

Her nose prickled in disgust. Other times I found this cute, but right now it annoyed me. "Don't say that."

"And yet, you always say just that." I replied and got up.

She scowled at me and tried to throw a pillow at my nuts, but I stopped her. "I need to be alone, besides my rents will be here soon."

She glared. "Fine, I'll just go to my room." She said and grabbed her clothes from off the floor.

My rents had somewhat strict conditions for us. Since that snowy day, Crystal has been living with us, and by us I mean my dysfunctional family. "Crystal wait," I called but I just got the sound of my door slamming. Great, now she's angry and she should be since I keep being a prick. I need to just give her some space, that's all. Of course she isn't ready to marry me yet, we're fourteen but I can't shake my mind off the thought of us marrying and growing old together. In five minutes I heard Jace and Aaliyah talking from downstairs.

"I wasn't even looking at him Jace," she said defensively.

I went downstairs to see what the hell was going on and I heard Jace's voice more clearly.

"Quit trying to get with my friends."

"He isn't even your friend; you just like to get with his gang every now and then."

Jace raked his hands through his hair. "Fine, but if he tries to get in your pants don't come crying to me about it." With that Jace stormed outside. Looks like someone can't contain his inner wolf as well as he claims. Oh and looks like the bitch didn't come after all.

I knew about my brother being in the La Push pack. It wasn't a gang like our sisters thought and I can't believe they swallowed up those lies like cookies. My mom and dad know about me and so does Jace. That's why they were so cool about letting Crystal stay and live here. We have the room and we aren't so normal either. Plus dad and his architectural skills made her a pretty cool room. It used to be the guest room, but he made into a true ice gifted child's room. Mine was designed with flames, which I don't mind, but the blue Cyan color ticked me off. "What's got his panties in a bunch?"

Aaliyah brushed a fallen piece of hair off her shoulder and sighed. "He thinks I want to go out with Seth Clearwater, which I don't."

I laughed. "You think Seth Clearwater would give you the time of day and don't lie, I know you twinette."

She narrowed her eyes at me and her eye color shifted into a deep forest green. "Well then twin-a-dumb, if you keep laughing at me then I will-will," she stammered, unsure of her words.

"You will what?" I asked. "I'm just messing with you, so what's really up?"

She sighed again. "He's mad because Darcy is back in town and he's using my crush to get back at me for talking to her."

I chuckled. "Damn, haven't you had an eventful day? You get your period, and don't give me the face because it's not like you tried to hide it, then you get lectured by Jace and now we all know how infatuated you are with Seth Clearwater, whose probably a senior, oh and before I make this sentence any more or a run-on, Mom and Dad are home!"

Aaliyah's face got so red with embarrassment and anger. My rents both looked at her and I saw my dad's face, protectiveness and fury. Looks like daddy's little girl was going to finally get it.

"It's not what you think!" She said quickly, but my dad ignored her. He went upstairs without a word.

My mom sighed. "Aaliyah, we'll talk about this later. Your dad's tired and overworking himself so can the two of you manage to stay out of trouble for a while?"

There she goes again. My mom always is trying to prove herself. I think my dad was a dick to her when they were young, so I guess that's why she defends him most of the time. "Yeah sure thing, I can keep my eye out on this little rascal." I said, giving Aaliyah a sideways glance.

She rolled her eyes, "This is so not 2010."

"That's not even the right time era, stupid."

She stuck her tongue out at me and took off towards the living room, probably going to watch some stupid teen drama show.

My mom gave me a look. "What like Uncle Crow never messed with you?"

She sighed and rubbed her temples. "I have a migraine and right now I don't want to get parental so go do your homework."

"But it's the first day of school. What homework could they have possibly given us poor students?" She got even more irritated and barked a NOW! I raised my hands above my head. "Alright, I'm going." I muttered PMS Central, which pissed her off even more. I took off up the stairs to go do the homework that I didn't even have.


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