A/N : Chapter 4 of my (hoepfully) excitedly awaited story. I know I have taken ages, but after some editing I finally decided to upload, and am very excited to see what you guys think! Thank you for reading!

I moved to my place, and knew I was being stared at.

I hated it soo much. I had this thing where I cannot stand being thought of as complacent, so in any other situation I would have yelled at them. Right then though, I didn't think was a brilliant time.

Billy, Sam and the other two points of authority, Sue Clearwater and Quil Ateara Senior, were pacing in front of the line. They were muttering.

I leant to whisper in Paul's ear.

"What are they talking about?"

Paul looked down at me. "Whatever is important at the moment. We are probably just going to be told about the new patrol groups, as you've joined us."

I felt like I'd been thrown in at the deep end, though nothing that I would ever have to do would be particularly taxing. I had torn apart enemies before.

What a gruesome image for you. Sorry about that.

The leaders all turned to the pack. We gathered around, lounging on the floor. This meeting had gone from official to relaxed. I guess it had to be - the number of people now in the tribe, even before I joined, was extensive.

We all collapsed on the grass, ready to hear the 'verdict'. They elders and Sam looked at us.

Paul leaned over to me, and said "Sue hardly ever speaks, and Quil senior never has anything to say. It's normally Billy and Sam that do all the talking." I nodded, still thoroughly out of it, and started staring at the back of Seth's head. This earned me a punch on the arm from Paul, and a smirk from Jake, who was sitting on my other side.

Sam stood, and the pack was silenced. I found this whole set up rather strange, but decided it would be more than wise to keep my mouth shut. I sighed once again, and Paul shoved me with his elbow.

Sam started to address the pack. "Patrol groups now consist of 6 pack members. You will simply be sent out when you are available." He took his seat of the log behind him.

I sat there, face half confused, half amused by the length of Sam's little speech. If you didn't know me, you'd think I was a nutter. Seriously.

After a few words from Billy, which my brain did not process due to it's lack of food, and therefore energy, the pack began to move off. Some phased instantly and ran into the surrounding trees, probably doing their patrol. Others ran to cars, or just milled around talking, like you would do at some sort of official ceremony.

Not that I would know - I was never invited to any.

XXX

I got a nudge in the ribs which brought me back to my senses. Brady Fuller, a boy of whom I'd never talked to but seen multiple times, smiled at me.

"Seth's over there."

And with that, he walked away. I swung my arms out, staring after him, annoyed and now severely confused as to why he was sent over to me. I glanced behind me. Sure enough, Seth was leaning against a tree, pretending to look uninterested, but failing. Badly.

Boys are such idiots.

I shook my head, turned on my heel and made straight for Seth. Jacob pointed at me, laughing as Paul tried to knock him to the floor. I sprinted to them, and before either could react, chicken legged them.

Once I was satisfied they were hobbling effectively, I started back on my path towards Seth.

I think he started to panic. I mean, he stood straight, turned a couple of times, and placed his hands repeatedly in and out of his pockets. Bless.

Then he stared me straight in the eyes. And naturally, I skipped the last couple of steps towards him.

Actually, not naturally. This was soo not like me.

I reached him and we stood about a meter apart, watching and waiting. I started to get impatient, and tapped my foot against a tree root centimeters from it.

He smirked. I knew it was going to be Ok.

Oh god, the soppiness is starting again. Shoot. Better start killing a few more nasties, and then I might toughen up, back to my usual standards.

Seth was watching my face. I decided to take the bold approach - I mean, would I do anything other than that?

I stepped closer, and looked at him with a timid smile.

"Hug?" I don't know what made me say it, but watching his arms extending towards me made my heart melt away and dribble to the floor. I fell against him.

He seemed to find this greatly entertaining; he squeezed me and then, obviously not one for being timid either, pushed me away.

"Be my girlfriend?"

XXX

I smiled and nodded, not needing much thought. And before I knew it, he kissed me.

Now, I've never really experienced a proper kiss. And yes, I did say that. I am 16 and have not had my first, official, means something kiss.

If that bothers you, go away. I don't really care. Because who is kissing her boyfriend - me or you?

Anyway, so, his lips were on mine, and I was enjoying myself immensely. Yet I was starting to notice the reactions of the others.

Paul, I knew, would be standing stock still, constrained by two others, maybe Jacob and Sam. He'd be close to phasing, to rip Seth apart. This protective cousin thing got old very quickly.

I think both myself and Seth sensed this, as we pulled away simultaneously, watching each other.

That was when the bloody group of werewolves behind us, including Embry, Quil and Jared, a boy I only recognize now after walking directly into him a couple of days ago, began making comments.

Loud, whistly, sort of comments that could irritate me beyond belief.

It was the sort of thing you'd find in a high school, especially with the young, immature, and quite frankly irritating younger students.

As soon as I heard the boys behind me, it reminded me of those annoying little squirts.

I spun round, ready to attack the one ghastly mongrel that not only whistled, but decided to cat-call at the most inappropriate time, when I was distracted by the pair of strong, tanned arms that wrapped around my waist and pulled me backwards.

Paul growled.

Life was just about to get interesting.