Chapter Two

I woke up while the credits were rolling. I felt Jennie's body cuddling up to mine as Paul was leaning away. I slowly got up and carried Jennie to her room and put her in the top bunk bed. The room looked nothing like a girl's room. The walls were a blinding white as were the sheets. The bunk bed and dresser were a pale wood but that was it. I remembered my childhood room; it was decorated with pink and purple everywhere. My dresser was a similar wood but I think that was the only thing that wasn't pink or purple.

I knew that something was wrong with this. Two girls lived in this room; I couldn't imagine that they didn't want something colorful in the room. I tucked Jennie in and kissed her goodnight. I came out of Jennie's room to see Paul still sleeping, but I doubted I could lift him as easily as I lifted Jennie so I gathered my things and left.

I came home to a strange woman leaving the house. My father was as much of an asshole as my mother told me he was. He had brought women home every weekend night. No one from the reservation knew, they treated my father like he was God, but I lived with him. We hardly ever talked, although that was partially my fault; I was never a fan of my dad. He left my mother with a 1 month old and no job.

My mom always told me to never fall hard for some boy because that's what she did and it ruined her life. My mom and I had a comfortable life with her desk job at Microsoft but she hated the fact that she'd become estranged from her family for my father, quit her job and moved to the reservation only to find out he was cheating on her. They tried to work it out, my mom tried to be around more but the pregnancy was rough and made her weak so whenever she wouldn't jump into bed with him he'd find someone who would. Then the no sex until 6 weeks rule was a bust. To make him happy she had sex the week after. Luckily she didn't have any permanent consequences but she didn't want it to happen again. She told him she was going to wait 2 months, as a precaution. Apparently after one month she was on her own.

The fact he could do that showed how little he cared about my mother and I. I didn't know his reasoning for wanting me back, but I didn't trust him. So it wasn't entirely his fault that we hadn't "bonded". Aside from that, I spent most of my time out of the house anyway. I walked up to my barely decorated room. I didn't want to feel at home here, I knew where my home was and it wasn't here.

Paul's POV

Fuck that bitch Jennie! Why'd she have to mess up tonight for me? What the fuck? I hope dad gets wasted tonight and leaves some scars, maybe even treats her like she's mom.

All I wanted was to talk with my hot imprint and then make out with her and get her all hot and bothered. Maybe I'd slip in the "Oh bee-tee-dubs I'm a werewolf" and then fuck her brains out. But no, Jennie had to come out and make Hazel go all motherly on her. Like Jennie deserves a mother, she made her own leave!

And Hazel being all genius and not wanting to get married or have kids wasn't going to fly. She wasn't going to college, she already had 4 PhD's, and I can't have my wife being smarter than me! And she would definitely be my wife and bear my children.

I hope that Jennie can barely walk tomorrow, if she hadn't ruined my plans Hazel would be sucking my cock right now and swallowing. I don't like whores that don't swallow. I had to phase, I was so fucking pissed.

Hazel's POV

I got ready for bed quietly hoping to not wake my father. I looked over to the clock, 1:30. That meant it would be 3:30 in Massachusetts. Everyone would be getting to sleep around now. I sat down around on my bed. I cuddled up in bed and began reading Hunger Games.

The following Monday I walked into school, talking to Maria. I had figured that she wasn't much for talking and seemed to have no other friends. I couldn't help but wonder what had gotten her to that point. She had been born and grown up in La Push; I didn't want to put down roots here so I didn't reach out to people but why hadn't she?

We walked to our locker that I had decorated with her help. I dropped her off at her class and went through my schedule. I had started catching up on sleep in quite a few (if not all) of my classes. I knew that wasn't the best thing to do, but I had a 4.0 GPA anyway. I walked to the back of the classroom in Calculus and drifted off.

"Ms. Greenway!" A loud voice woke me out of my stupor, "What do you think you're doing, sleeping in my class?"

Now what I did next wasn't the best thing to do. My reply was, "You just answered your own question. I'm sleeping in your class, obviously."

"Excuse me?"

"You asked what I was doing."

"What's the answer," Mr. Lewis, my calc teacher, asked me pointing to the board behind him.

I looked quickly at the problem, differentiate, using the chain rule. When I gave him the correct answer he looked stunned, when he asked me to write it on the board he looked even more stunned. Apparently no one had been able to get the answer.

"Please sit back down, Ms. Greenway," Mr. Lewis responded promptly.

Maria looked at me amazed. I just shrugged away all the stares, by now I was used to it. A pretty girl can actually think it was a revolutionary idea truthfully. I took my seat in what I preferred to think of as a graceful manner. I began doodling because I didn't feel like getting called out again for sleeping.

As I began to walk out of class Mr. Lewis called to me, "Um, Ms. Greenway, would you mind coming to see me during lunch?"

"Sure," I replied making my way to gym.

Every day we were divided boys versus girls, which was just as good seeing as my hand-eye coordination was just terrific… as if that would ever be true. The ball might be 2 feet to my right and I would duck as if it was coming right at me. I knew I should be offended and my feminist side should be making a scene, but it was gym class so I inherently didn't care.

At lunch I met with Mr. Lewis, bringing along a beautiful sandwich of my own making, all the while hoping it wasn't poisoned, a normal lunch time procedure because I may have accidentally put cyanide on it seeing as cooking and I weren't good friends.

"Mr. Lewis, you wanted to see me." I informed him entering his room.

"Yes, Ms. Greenway. Could I see you're notes from all the classes?"

"I don't have any."

"Of course, you see the problem you solved today was one I was introducing everyone to. I hadn't taught how to solve it. So how did you know?"

After explaining to him about my educational background he looked dull. "PhD's, I always wanted at least one."

"Why don't you have one?"

"Ghosts of the past," He answered, "But that's not what I wanted you here for. I'm sure you've noticed the way Mr. Meraz looks at you. I've never seen him look at anyone like that. He's in a gang of some sort. I'm not saying a bad gang but he hangs around with… people. These people- well not everyone likes them. That's beside the point.

"There used to simply be Sam Uley, he had a girlfriend, Leah Clearwater. Then he dumped her for Emily Young, Ms. Clearwater's cousin. Soon after Jared Greene joined Sam's club, Jared broke up with his girlfriend, Nina Segut, I remember it happening before my class. Jared is now dating Kim Connerwell. If you look at both Sam with Emily and Jared with Kim the looks they have are the same. Now, Paul is giving that look to you."

"What exactly is the point?'

"The point, Ms. Greenway, is to be careful. I recognize the look; I've seen it in many students."

"What does this look mean?"

"It means that he thinks he owns you."

"Thank you Mr. Lewis, for the warning; but I assure you I'm more than capable of handling these matters."

"I don't think you understand the full meaning behind that."

"I've dealt with… people, like that before. I know the meaning and I know to steer clear of them."

"But that isn't what you're doing."

"Why steer clear when you can toy with their emotions just as easily?"

"I don't want anyone to get hurt."

"And no one will."

"You can't be positive."

"Mr. Lewis, all the people I care about are out in Massachusetts. The only people who could get hurt are Paul and I. Trust me, it won't be me."

"Be… careful. There's something odd about the gang. When the tide gets high is when it's most important to know how to swim."

"I've always loved swimming."

I think I heard him murmur something along the lines of, "That's not what I meant," as I walked away. I stopped just at the door.

"Mr. Lewis?" I questioned not turning back to him.

"Yes," He replied, I could feel his eyes focused on me but it wasn't me he was truly seeing.

"Why do you care?"

"I've seen too many people fall down and not get back up."

"And who had blonde hair with blue eyes that fell down only to not get back up?"

"My, my mother," He whispered.

"To your father?" I questioned my back still turned. It was no use he was lost to deep in the past to answer me. Before leaving I turned to make sure he'd be okay but I doubt anyone in this town ever would be free of what brought them and what kept them. I walked away wishing life was this easy to get pass.

That night was the first night I'd woken up with sweat covering my body. He had the knife on my throat and I was helpless, hopeless. It was ridiculous.

There was never a real weapon.

A/N: Yay! A review that wasn't from my friend (which encouraged me to finish this chapter!) So... Mr. Lewis creepy perv or caring teacher? You decide (well, not really but for now feel free to.)