Disclaimer: It is midnight over here. I'm thirteen. My brain can't form any witty remarks right now. SM owns Twilight.

Mia POV:

Walking into the house, I slowly tapped my foot, waiting for Jake to come in with the rest of my bags, and tell me where the room was. Damn, why did his friends all have to be staring at the door, watching me?

They all started talking to the guy who had looked at me weird. What was his name again? Paul? Okay, I think his name is Paul. They would talk to him, look at me, talk to him, look at me. Over and over again. Suddenly, they all nodded, and started to walk towards me.

Shit. I picked up my bag, moved farther into the house, and leaned against the wall. I wasn't trying to act bad ass or anything, I just needed to do something so I didn't yell in anger or anything stupid like that.

They all entered, one after another. Jake was first, Paul was last.

Paul POV:

Looking into her eyes those mere minutes ago was pure and utter bliss. I had fallen into those pools of emerald green, and never wanted to come out. She, on the other hand, turn and ran away. Great way to start it, huh?

After talking it over with most of the pack, we decided that I might have imprinted. And yes, I said might. None of us have imprinted. Only Sam and Jared have imprinted before, so I would have to check with them, but it felt like it.

Walking into the house with the rest of the pack, I leaned against the wall, watching her closely. She was beautiful, the way her black hair cascaded down her shoulders in loose curls, her dark caramel skin making her green eyes sparkle.

"Jake, can you please show me my room." She kept her gaze down, and her voice soft. She was uncomfortable. I needed to know more about her. I needed to know everything about her.

"Um, my dad needs me to do something with the guys, but Paul can help." He nudged me, and I gave him a quick look of thanks. He was a better friend then I thought.

Her head flew up and gave me a hesitant look. "O-okay." Fuck! Was she scared of me? Was it just me, or was it everyone new?

I took her bags from Jake, and walked over to her. "Don't worry, I'm nice." Still, she kept her head down, and just waited for me to lead. Damn this just sucked.

Opening the door, I showed her the small, plain white room which was nothing special, but it was a safe place, I guess. "Here it is, sweetheart." I flashed her my best smile.

Mia POV:

Oh hell no. He did not just call me sweetheart. Caden was the only one who could call me sweetheart, and he's six feet under right now, so I guess no one can call me it. I glared at him, tears stinging my eyes, and I shook my head.

"What?" I could hear the pain and confusion in his voice, and it sounded like he actually cared. Yeah right Mia, get it through your thick skull. He doesn't like you, he just likes your body and wants to get into your pants.

"Don't call me that." I let out a low breath which sounded similar to a growl.

He held up his hands in surrender. "Sorry, didn't mean to cross any lines." He sat down on the bed, like he owned the fucking place. "So, tell me about your self. What's your name?"

Shaking my head, I knelt down and started to open up my suitcases. I didn't know how long I could be allowed to stay in this place, but I needed at least a few things to make it feel more personal, and less of a prison.

"My name is Mia." I tried to let the other question slide, as if he hadn't asked. My life was shit right now, and I obviously didn't want to talk about it.

"I like that name." Whoopy-fucking-doo! Now I can die happy, this asshole likes my name. Great. Calm down Mia, he doesn't know about Caden, he doesn't know your mom. He doesn't know about the- Don't even think about that!

"And what about your life? What brings you up to La Push?" I didn't look up, I was searching through my clothes, trying to find the few items I wanted, mostly pictures.

"My life is shit, and I'm here to live with my father and step-family to get away from it all. Well…most of it…" There was one thing that I couldn't get rid of. I guess you could say it is two things…

"Mia, I doubt your life could be shit. Tell me one thing, just one thing that has gone wrong in your life." He seemed to have a smile in his voice. What, did he think his life was bad? Oh, he didn't know what bad was.

Standing up, I had a photo album in my hand. Pushing past him, I carefully placed it on the bedside table, so I had it when I had my nightmares. Turning back to him, I glared at him like my life depended on it. "One thing? Oh how do I choose? Lets see…Oh, how about the fact that my mom is a druggy, alcoholic, is in jail now, and has slept with so many guys I should have twenty siblings, but she at least has her precious abortions! She doesn't give a shit about me, and now she's going hard time for it."

I turned, making sure no tears fell. I heard a few growls from outside, but shook it off. Probably some sort of dogs walking by. Nothing too bad.

Suddenly, I was turned, and Paul pulled me into a hug. "Mia, I'm so sor-"

Pushing back, I quickly punched him in the jaw. It didn't look like I hurt him like I had hoped to, but it looked more like I just startled him. "Get the fuck off me!" I backed up until I reached the door.

My eyes still locked on Paul, who was holding his jaw lightly. I moved my hand behind my back, grabbed the doorknob, and was gone.

I ran out of the house, into the back yard. I began to pace, running my fingers through my hair. My pacing slowed, and my breath began to even out. I was okay, nothing bad happened, or too bad. I was still okay.

Finally, I dropped my hands and wrapped them around my stomach, and stopped pacing all together. After a few deep breaths of just watching the cold air create small clouds, I calmed down enough to turn. There was Jake, leaning against the wall of the house.

"Mia, don't listen to him. He's not typically a jackass, he's just…nervous." He pushed off the house and walked towards me. "Are you okay?" He took a step closer, then stopped. "I'm asking as your new brother."

I nodded and let out another breath, and forced a smile. "Yeah, I'm okay. Sorry, it's just that my life has been really messed up, with everything that has happened lately. And I've never really had a family, so it's just weird to have someone care…"

He nodded and opened up his arms. "Can I help?"

I was hesitant. He was my brother, by blood. He just wanted to help. Who is to say I can't have a family? Sarah and Billy seemed nice. I mean, I doubt they wanted to look at me like that, but it seemed like Jacob wanted to be my brother, so why not?

Walking forward slowly, I gave him a weak hug. He was so warm, that all my cold melted away. Was he sick? Maybe. I guess he could get out of school that way. "Shit." I said, pulling back.

He looked down at me, and sighed. "What now?" He asked, thankfully in a joking tone.

"I have to go to school. And I'm as dumb as freaking rock." I shook my head and sighed.

Laughing, he put his arm over my shoulder and started to walk me towards the house. "Don't worry, you will have one of us in each of your classes. And trust me, compared to the rest, you will look like Einstein."