On Saturday, I woke up at six in the morning to escape Operation Get Katie a Boyfriend. I didn't have a car, so I ended up walking down to First Beach. I left a note so my mom wouldn't freak out and call the cops or think I've been kidnapped. I took my iPod and listened to the playlist named Songs No One Needs to Know I Listen To, which consists of One Direction, the Jonas Brothers, High School Musical 3 Soundtrack, and one Justin Bieber song.

I found a nice spot to sit where I could watch the waves. I would go for a swim, but it was the beginning of October and the water would be freezing cold. If I weren't so scared to go home, I would leave the beach. There were no surfers to watch or people to socialize with. That is until a man appeared a few feet down the beach. He had red hair and a perfectly symmetrical face. If he weren't so sickeningly perfect I might have found him attractive. Another drawback was how pale he was, almost as if all the pigment had seeped out of his skin. His eyes almost seemed to be a dark shade of red, but that's not possible. The light must be reflecting weird, or my eyes are playing tricks on me. Yeah that's it, just my eyes playing tricks. I reassured myself. I hid my face under the hood of my jacket and tried to blend in with the scenery. I was listening to Justin Bieber when an icy finger tapped my shoulder. I looked up into the clearly crimson eyes of the man. Okay, my eyes definitely aren't playing tricks on me now, they must be color contacts.

"Can I help you?" I asked while that little voice, also known as my common sense, screamed "Stranger danger!" at me.

"My name is Vince and may I just say you look absolutely delicious this morning?" I gulped. I don't know who this guy is, but I don't have a good feeling about him at all. And he said I looked delicious. Has anyone ever thought saying that wasn't creepy?

"Thanks. I'm flattered, really I am, but I have to go. My mother is waiting for me." I figured it wouldn't hurt to suggest that I have someone who would quickly notice I'm gone.

"So soon? I haven't even had breakfast yet." he pouted. I got up from my spot and started power walking away. He kept pace with me easily.

"There's a diner about fifteen minutes down the road, I'm sure you'll find something to eat there." I told him as I quickened my pace to a jog.

"Actually, you will fit into my diet quite nicely." he purred, which was also creepy. Now was as good a time as any to scream. No one was around to hear me, but I had to at least try. I didn't pause before I let out the loudest, bloodcurdling screech I could manage. It only lasted a second before his hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my scream and cutting off part of my air supply. I tried to bite down on his hand, but it was like trying to bite through solid stone. I was probably hurting myself more than I was hurting him. I accepted the fact that this weird dude was going to kill me or possibly eat me, but the idea of going down without at least trying to fight repulses me. I started by trying to remove the hand from over my mouth. I clawed at his forearms which only broke my nails. Then I moved on to kicking his shins and I even aimed a few kicks at his crotch, but he didn't even wince.

"Oh, you want to play." I really wish he would stop talking like that. I can't decide if its creepy or just plain weird. He removed his hand from over my mouth and picked me up like I weighed nothing. Before I could even open my mouth to scream, I was airborne. I landed a good thirty feet away where my calves scraped on the rocks. It took me half a second to get to my feet and start running. I was on the track team for half a season until I sprained my ankle, I hope I still have it. I almost made it to the highway when a hand grabbed my ankle, forcing me to tumble forward.

I'd had a head start and he still caught up to me in next to no time. Is this guy bionic or something? He pulled me closer and took a deep breath. I closed my eyes and waited for death. I was in no way okay with this, but when your attacker is bionic, you don't have much choice but to hope for a quick and painless death. I'd fought the best I could and I'm going to die anyway. It sucks, but its true. I heard a loud growl and suddenly, the guy dropped me. I fell to the ground with a thud and opened my eyes. The man was surrounded by wolves the size of bears. The man leaped into the air and ran towards the forest. I must've hit my head at some point, because the man seemed to be a blur when he moved. The wolves let out a few more snarls before chasing after him.

There was one reddish wolf that stayed behind and just stared at me. So far this hadn't been a great day for me and I didn't want to make it even worse by getting into it with a predator. All I knew was that you never show a predator your back. I got to my feet and slowly backed onto the highway. When I got there, I figured it was safe for me to turn around and start walking down the road. The wolf didn't follow so I picked up my pace and ran back home. Mom and Grandma Betty were barely out of bed when I burst through the door and made a beeline to the downstairs bathroom.

I tore off my jacket and sweatpants and stared at the scrapes. They didn't look as bad as they felt, the were pretty small thanks to the fabric of my clothing. The side of my right hand was bleeding and I was covered in dirt. I cleaned the scrapes and put band aids over the parts that were bleeding before redressing and locking myself in my bedroom. Its safe to say that I was freaking out a little bit. First, a man who is strong enough to throw me around like a rag doll tries to kill me. Then wolves that were at least the size of bears try to kill the man who tried to kill me. And finally, the aforementioned wolves paid no attention to me, which was just plain weird. I was a sitting duck compared to that other guy.

A couple of hours later there was a knock on my door. I told whoever it was to go away. Grandma Betty let herself in anyway and told me to dress in something nice.

"Grandma, as much as I love you meddling in my life, I'm a little traumatized right now. I'd really rather just stay here for the rest of the day if you don't mind." I breathed a sigh of relief when Grandma Betty relented and said she'd have plenty of time to meddle next week. Who knows, if I play my cards right I might be able to milk this until I graduate.

Monday came way too soon. I'd stayed in bed most of the weekend, but I was still tired. The small scrapes on my hands and ankles were not bleeding anymore, but they were red and scabbed over.

When I got to school, Kim wasn't waiting by my locker like she had been every other day since I met her. After a minute of looking, I saw that she was talking to Jared and the other boys from our lunch table with a serious look on her face. I considered walking over there, but the bell rang, so I just went to class. The weirdness continued throughout the day. You know how when you pass by someone and you know they're talking about you because as soon as you're in earshot, they stop talking? That's what my entire lunch table did to me.

"I don't know, man. I've never seen someone hold out as long as she did with one of them." Seth was saying right before I sat down.

"Hey guys."

"Hey. What happened?" Kim asked, pointing to the scabs on my hand.

"Oh, that. Clumsy moment. With me they are few and far between, but when they happen I am almost always badly injured. I consider myself lucky that all I got were a few scrapes. My last clumsy moment resulted in a fractured ankle." I lied. After all, I couldn't tell them that a crazy, bionic dude tried to kill me on Saturday.

"Wow." It was a bit quiet after that. Usually I would start babbling to fill the silence, but if I did I might mention the bionic man, so I just shoved pizza in my mouth so I wouldn't be able to say anything even if I wanted to.

"Slow down, you're going to choke." Embry warned. I rolled my eyes and continued shoving food into my mouth.

"That's disgusting. What, were you raised by wolves or something?" Jacob asked, looking amused with himself.

"No. I used to spend summers with my dad and then when my mom married Calvin, I had to stay three weeks at his son's apartment. What can I say, I picked up a few mannerisms." I shrugged after swallowing all the food.

"Kim! Teach her how to eat like a girl!" Jared whined. I shot him a dirty look and flipped him off.

"I'll have you know I can eat like a girl, I was just trying to keep myself from babbling things that would cause me to be thrown into the looney bin." my hands clamped over my mouth and I tried to laugh it off. Luckily Kim came to my rescue by saying, "So are we still on for First Beach on Friday?"

"Yeah!" Embry gave an excited fist pump.

"Cliff jumping!" Quil mimicked his excitement.

"Katie, do you want to come?" asked Kim. I thought about it for a moment. I was terrified of First Beach since the bionic dude incident, but what were the odds of that happening again? After all, I would be with friends this time. Even if bionic dude wanted to try to kill me again, he couldn't be stupid enough to attack me with all the witnesses.

"Sure. What time?" we hashed out the details during lunch. We went through the day with me barely thinking about the incident on First Beach. Instead I was thinking about Jake without a shirt on. I would be willing to bet that Jake had a six pack or, if he works out religiously, an eight pack. The boys would be cliff jumping, even though it was like twenty degrees outside, while Kim and I would pretend to soak up sun and watch the guys make fools of themselves. In other words, it'll be tons of fun.

Friday couldn't come fast enough. I spent the week building my nonexistent relationship with Jacob and we were getting semi-close. We would go to class, he would say hi to me and I would say hi back. We would walk to class together and he would occasionally take my books when I was having trouble balancing them in my arms. I had to keep reminding myself not to think about him in any way other than a platonic one. After all, he is still in love with Bella Cullen, which means he is still in violation of rule number seven.

After school on Friday, I met up with Kim on the beach. The boys were at the top of a nearby cliff and would be down after they jumped. Kim and I watched as Quil tried to fight off the other guys so he wouldn't be the first one in. Eventually he lost his footing and went flying over the edge with an exhilarated scream.

"So, you have a thing for Jacob?" Kim asked when Quil hit the water.

"Why do people think I like him?" Was I really that obvious? I must be losing my edge, I'm usually a decent actress.

"Because it's written all over your face every time you look at him."

"Please tell me I'm not really that obvious."

"Ha! You admitted you like him!" She shouted triumphantly.

"Tell him and I'll have to kill you."

"My lips are sealed." Kim made a motion of locking her lips and throwing away the key. I laughed and watched the rest of the boys throw themselves over the edge. I was carrying on with Kim and having an overall good time when I noticed the weird bionic guy on the other side of the beach.

"Kim, do you think we should get out of here?" I asked as casually as I could manage, not taking my eyes off the bionic guy.

"Why? I'm enjoying this. I'd bet money that Paul is going to take someone down with him." She laughed.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Kim raised an eyebrow and I pretended that I didn't notice. Bionic guy was just standing there, his focus flickering from me to the guys on the cliff. Why wouldn't he just attack already? The suspense was killing me. When my eyes flicked back to him, he was gone.

"Hey. You okay?" Kim asked.

"I'm fine. I guess I'm a little on edge today." Understandably, I wasn't quite able to enjoy the afternoon. I was still a bit paranoid, and I couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to throw myself over the top of that cliff like the guys were doing. I bet it would be exhilarating.

"I want to do that." I said gesturing to the cliffs.

"The guys are insane. Most of us usually go during the summer. From that lower down over there." said Kim.

"What better time than the present?" I countered.

"If you want to freeze your butt off be my guest. I'm staying here where its warm." I followed the rest of the guys up to the top of the cliff where they were getting ready to make another jump. They were in their usual cut off shorts sans shirts and shoes (I was right about Jacob, he had an amazing six pack).

If they didn't need swimsuits then neither did I. I stripped down to my underwear and stepped a few paces back from the edge of the cliff. It didn't escape my notice that all the guys were looking anywhere but at me. It wasn't a big deal. There isn't that much to look at anyway. I took a deep breath and threw myself over the edge of the cliff. I admit I may have been showing off just a bit. I was on a swim team for a month.
The water was icy, but I quickly got used to it. I didn't resurface for a minute or two. My head broke the surface and the wind nearly numbed my entire face. Its definitely time to get out. How did the guys deal with that level of cold? When I reached the beach, Kim was clapping for me.

"How did the water feel?" She asked smugly.

"Like a nice warm bath." I retorted as I shivered. Luckily Jared had had brought down my clothes while I was still in the water and the warmth was heaven as I redressed.

"Talk about a total Bella move." Embry joked as he and Quil got out of the water.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Well, you see last year, Bella was spending a lot of time here at the res and decided to go cliff jumping all by herself practically during a hurricane. Jake barely made it to her before she drowned."

Great, another reason Bella's my competition. Damn my stupid teenage hormones.

"I don't seem to remember Bella stripping down to her underwear. You look hot by the way." Quil wagged his eyebrows at me.

"Don't even think about it. Jake has dibs." I wasn't sure if he really said the last part, because Embry was kind of gritting it out through his teeth. I didn't even start to think about it, because the second I did, I would start over-analyzing things and I would start to get obsessive again. And that's something nobody wants.