Chapter 2:

A/N: Yay! I have a kind of long chapter coming up. Well, at least I think it's pretty long…IDK. I did it during math….yawn. Anyway, hope you like it. Oh, and it's kind of violent, so be forewarned. Oh, and this is when Jacob is a werewolf. Well, I guess that's kind of obvious when it talks about imprinting. But I just thought I'd put that in just in case anyone was confused. Oh, and ages are: Jake, 16; Payton, 15; Bella, 17; Edward, 17 and that's all that really matters for the moment, at least. When I add other characters, I'll put the ages out then. Okay, okay, on with the story. Don't forget to REVIEW!!!

Disclaimer: I forgot to do one in the last chapter, so I figured better late than never. I don't own Twilight *sigh* but I do own my characters and my plot. So hah! But yeah, hears the story. Finally. ENJOY!!!

After we arrived in Charlie's driveway, I got out of the car. Jake grabbed my bags (man, that guy is STRONG!) and we went upstairs to where my room was. After Jake dropped off my bags and we talked for a while (that's when I remembered we used to play together when I was little, along with Bella) he left. I was sad, but he said he'd come back later. I think things are moving really fast with us. I don't really know, because I'm not an expert in relationships, but that's how it feels. After he left, I realized how exhausted I was, so I got ready for bed (though it took a while because it was next to impossible to find a freaking pair of PJ's) and went to sleep.

I managed to finally fall asleep at around 2:30 or so, and wound up waking up at about 6:30, so it was more of a nap than sleep. But almost as soon as my head hit my pillow, my nightmares began.

See, I have the same nightmare every night. It's become so that it doesn't really scare me in my sleep, but somehow or another I manage to always wake up screaming. You think I'd be used to it by now, but I don't know.

As I was saying, my nightmare began as soon as I hit the pillow. Tonight was a little different, because I dreamed of Jacob. Sort of. His face would just sort of pop up randomly. Mostly my nightmare was about what happened to me a year ago, when I was in 14 and was in my High School back in Florida. This is the main reason why I hated Florida so much and had to get away.

My nightmare started the same way it usually does. I was in my old High School, walking through the empty walls. It seemed to me that the entire school was empty, which proved true until I walked into the gym.

I heard voices and followed them until I reached the girl's locker room. I opened the door and immediately wished I hadn't. But I couldn't close it again, because in my nightmare, the door stays open.

I walked into the room, almost trance-like. I snap out of the trance as soon as I see a bunch of "popular" girls in the room, smoking pot.

As soon as I see this, I walk toward the coach's office to tell her what was going on. They still don't seem to see me as I walk towards the door.

Just as I'm about to open the door, my coach flings it open, carrying pot and more cigarettes. I tried to get away then, thinking that this probably isn't the best place for me. Unfortunately, this is when my coach and everyone else spots me.

They all moved around, forming a circle that surrounded me. They kept on whispering and smirking at me until the coach stepped in.

"Payton Swan. How nice of you to join us." She sneered evilly

"Uh…uh…sorry, wrong room" I stuttered, backing up slowly in an attempt to get out of there.

I finally wounded up crashing into someone. Turning around, I see that it was the last person I would expect it to be. It was my ex-best friend, Stacy. She stopped and stared at me.

Then coach said, "Well, girls, we don't approve of trespassers. What do we do to them?"

The girls giggled and said "We beat them up!"

"Trespasser, trespasser!" They started chanting, and moved in so close that Stacy was almost touching me.

The coach then asked, "Well, Stacy. She was your friend. Would you like to take the first hit?"

Tracy snarled "This bitch was never any friend of mine. I would gladly take the first hit." Then she punched me in the face. Then all the other girls got in on it. I was getting beaten and pushed so much that I started getting dizzy. I closed my eyes and prayed for it to end. Then, I woke up screaming into my pillow.