A/N: Well, I'm done with finals!! happy dances Hopefully that means I'll get to post more!! WOOT! So, anyways, THANKS TO ANYONE WHO REVIEWED ETC!! It means a bunch to me! Anyone who reads though, please review! It seriously only takes a minute and it could be as simple as "good" or "bad." (though longer reviews make me pass out with joy.) So please, please, please, please review!!

Chapter 3

The wolf came back almost every night after that. Every time afterwards I would reflect on my stupidity; being alone with a giant wolf was not exactly intelligent. I always told myself that I would not see him the next time, but every time he came I had to go. It was like I had an invisible rope tied around my waist that he pulled on. But I also really did love seeing him, as weird as that was to admit. He calmed me down and relaxed me after long days adjusting to my new school.

School was a drag. Most of the students were Quileute so I was instantly an outsider. People weren't going to bother getting to know me, knowing I wasn't going to be living there for long. I was used to it. Dad and I moved around a lot so I really never made any friends. My classes were boring, and I found it very hard to pay attention. A month eventually passed. With nothing eventful happening besides the argument and the wolf. Ever since the wolf had started coming I had stayed out of the woods, worried about other, less friendly wolves that could be out there. I walked down to the beach sometimes though, lounging for hours studying the tide pools.

One particularly gloomy Saturday, I decided to bake cookies. Not just one small batch either, but as many as I could make in a day. Dad was out researching so I had nothing better to do. He approved of my idea and gave me plenty of money for supplies. I was on a mission. I donned my heavy duty raincoat and began to trudge down the road to the grocery store. I was old enough to drive, but Dad was scared of me driving a real car, especially since the roads were always wet and usually curved a lot here. I was passing Jacob's house when I heard a husky voice calling my name. I turned around and tried to follow the sound. It was Jacob in his doorway.

"Natalie!," he cried, "Why are you walking in the rain?"

"I'm going to the store!" I yelled back.

He looked a little puzzled before responding. "Why aren't you driving?" he asked. "Aren't you old enough?"

I sighed and shuffled under a tree. I had a feeling this might take a while. "My dad is over protective. He won't let me. I really want to bake cookies so I have to walk to the store to get the ingredients."

He exploded with laughter, and even though it kind of annoyed me that he was laughing at me, I really liked his laugh. When he was done laughing, he asked if I needed a ride.

I deliberated for a while. They always say you should never get in the car with a stranger, but I figured he technically wasn't a stranger. He'd met my dad and had even been in my house. Plus I was really cold.

"Yes please, that'd be great if you don't mind." I said with a smile.

" Sure, sure." He replied with an easy grin. "I'll go get my keys."

A/N: Well that's chapter 3!! Hope you enjoyed it! Oh, and I'm having a conflict. Should I post shorter chapters more often, or longer chapters less often? Review and let me know, pretty please with virtual cookies on top!