NB: THIS IS A FILLER CHAPTER, SO PLEASE DO NOT KILL ME.

Chapter Three - Clara
I walked into Jason's house with my head bowed down. I was really embarrassed about how I had reacted earlier, but I liked to think that I had the right to freak out since I've had one hell of a night. I followed the sound of laughter into the dining room where nobody noticed me, so I cleared my throat hesitantly. A woman that sat next to Jason and looked to be around twenty lifted her warm brown eyes to me. She smiled warmly at me. "You must be Bella. I'm Callie, Jason's imprint," she introduced herself. I gave her a half-smile and looked around the dining room. Drake was sitting on one of the chairs with Clara-the South African girl-who was smiling shyly at everybody, sitting on his lap. Drake wore the biggest grin I've ever seen. Damian was on a chair opposite of Drake and Clara and was talking to the unknown guy that had brought in Kim. They looked extremely…friendly with one another, and I found myself wondering if one of them was gay. Not that it mattered, really. Tyler was standing next to Jason with a pretty girl in his arms. She looked different from most of the others, what with her not having russet skin and all. She had thick curly brown hair that reached just passed her shoulders and bangs that framed her angular face. She had high cheekbones and full pouty lips. I noticed that she was actually really short, probably around the same size as Alice. The girl noticed me staring, untangled herself from Tyler's hold and walked over to me with a smile. "Hey," she said. "I'm Mandy. You're Isabella, right? Can I call you Izzie?" I nodded slowly, my mind working really slow for some reason. "I'm actually usually called-"
She cut in, "Bella, I know. But I wanted to have a nickname for you that the others didn't use." She shrugged and gave me a hug. I felt really awkward as I stood there and let her hug me. She let me go and bounced back over to Tyler. He looked down her with love shining in his eyes as he told me, "She's my imprint."
"That's great, but isn't imprinting supposed to be rare?" I asked, remembering what Jake had told me a few weeks ago. Jason walked over to me, nodding. "How are you holding up, Bella?" he asked me. Concern showed in his eyes as he looked down at me. I shrugged and tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ears as I said, "I'm alright, I guess."
He nodded and said, "Good, good."
"Are you hungry Bella?" Callie asked as she appeared on the other side of me. Without waiting for a reply she grabbed my arm gently and led me away and into the kitchen. She opened the microwave and pulled out a plate which she handed to me. On it was some shepherd's pie that smelled heavenly. "I'm afraid I'm not the best cook, and shepherd's pie is about all I can make," Callie said apologetically.
I rolled my eyes at her as I stuffed the delicious food into my mouth. "It's great," I said around the food. She frowned and playfully smacked me. "Don't talk with your mouth full of food!" she scolded, half serious and half joking. I swallowed the food and grinned at her. "Sorry, mom," I joked. She laughed and shook her head at me, smiling. "How long have you and Jason been a couple?" I asked her while I ate.
"Well he imprinted on me about five months ago. Before that the two of us were good friends. He was dating a very nice girl but when he disappeared, Kelley – the girl – thought he left her and ran away. Her body was found a few days later. Jason came back from where-ever it was he hid when he was all wolf, only to find that his girlfriend was gone, murdered." Her voice trailed off as she looked down sadly.
I felt really bad for Jason. "I can't imagine how that must have felt like," I whispered, feeling miserable as I placed my plate in the dishwasher. It was like at my birthday party when I knew that I had permanently lost Edward. He was never ever going to come back to me, no matter what I did. If I died, he probably wouldn't even attend my funeral. Asshole. To think that I had actually loved him and all he did was throw my pathetic humanity back into my face. Well guess what, Edward, I'm a werewolf now and I'll rip you to effing pieces if I see your pathetic bloodsucking ass in my territory! God, I hated that man.
I had not realized that I was shaking until Jason appeared next to me and put a calming hand onto my shoulder. I hadn't even noticed Callie calling him. Oh crap, did I scare her? What if I had hurt her, like with Sam and Emily back in La Push? I wouldn't be able to ever forgive myself if I hurt her, or hurt anyone that was now part of my family. I'd rather die than hurt them. I don't know where all of that came from, but all I knew was that it just made the shaking worse and worse. Soon I was practically vibrating and Jason had no choice but to physically drag me out of the house. He talked to me in soft tones until my shaking subsided and I was only left breathing heavily. The guys of the pack stood around me in a circle, arms crossed and watching me with narrowed eyes. Even possibly gay Damian was glaring at me. Slowly I stopped shaking completely and it left me feeling completely drained. This night had been far too long. I sank down to the ground and put my head into my hands, feeling stupid and angry with myself for almost losing control earlier. From all around me I could feel the angry glares of the guys and it really made me feel like crap. "You could've phased and hurt someone," Drake said in a hard voice. "Next time you better control yourself, alright? I know you're new and all but get a grip already."
"I'm sorry," I whispered pathetically as, one by one, the guys turned and walked away. Somehow, the anger and silence was way worse than it would have been if they had yelled their heads off at me. In the end it was only Jason left standing directly in front of me. He sighed and crouched down in front of me. "Hey, it's alright," he soothed. "You've had a rough night, we get it. And you're a newbie. So how does a hot bath sound to you?" I nodded and numbly followed him back through the forest and into his house, head hanging low.

That night (or was it morning? I wasn't sure) I couldn't fall asleep, so I walked to the next room where I knew Kim was staying in. I could hear her whimpers all the way into my room. I stood at the door with my hand on the knob, not sure if I should go inside. What if one of the girls was in there? In the end I thought what the hell and twisted the doorknob and entered the room. Clara was sitting in a chair next to Kim's bed, reading a book and dressed comfortably in sweats and a tank-top. She looked up and met my eyes. She put her book down next to her and walked to the back of the very plain room, probably to give me some space. I swallowed the sudden lump that had formed in my throat and slowly walked towards the bed. Kim's face was shockingly even paler than it had been earlier, and her lips had turned a sickly blue colour. Her face was covered in sweat. I noticed that someone had cleaned her body and changed her into some sweats and a t-shirt. I gently wiped her hair out of her face and turned back to Clara. She was watching me thoughtfully through her grey-blue eyes. "Why did you move here, to where-ever the heck we are?" I asked her randomly, really curious. Her eyes hardened almost immediately and she looked away. "Because where I lived was hell," she said.
"Why?" I asked her. "What could be so bad about South Africa?"
"I just grew up in a bad home. My mom hated me. My father left us. My sister moved in with her friend to get away from my mom. My mom was insane. My brother died and my mom blamed me." She said all of this in monotone. I winced. That was really bad. "How did," I cleared my throat. "How did you get here, then?"
"Callie and her family visited South Africa for vacation a few months ago. They saw me, alerted social services, and somehow they adopted me," Clara replied. "I'm really grateful towards my new family. Without them, who knows where I would be now."
I felt sorry for Clara. I couldn't imagine living in a place where my mother hated me and blamed me for my brother's death. Thinking of, I asked her hesitantly, "Clara, if I may ask, what happened to your brother?"
She lifted her eyes and gazed steadily into mine. "I killed him."

Sorry for the rushed filler chapter. I wrote this in an half an hour and I'm on my way out. If you have any questions, feel free to review or PM me (: