So I'm guessing your mad

The white tiles of the bathroom were spinning. I placed my head against the cool black tiles. It soothed my headache, but not for long.

"You was meant to be watching her man. Crap has she fainted? Embry I'm so gonna kill you. You messed up my imprint. Don't tell me to calm down." Quil's voice was ringing in my head.

"Quil." I whispered. Everything went patchy then pitch black.

"Are you alright Claire?" Hannah's voice whispered.

"I'm okay." I sat up. "Where am I?" I rubbed my eyes.

I was sitting with my legs sprawled across Hannah's lap. The smell of old leather hit me. I was in Quil's car. The muddy brown interior made me feel sick. I have always hated Quil's car, ever since I was smaller. Embry was sitting at the front with Quil.

"What happened?" I said a bit louder.

Embry gave me a sorry look and Quil's face went dark.

"You passed out." Hannah explained, pushing my legs off her.

Quil mumbled something I couldn't hear. "Stupid." Was the only word I could make out.

"I didn't drink that much." My head pounded.

Quil's eyes narrowed and Hannah grimaced.

"The punch was spiked." Hannah looked down, then at Quil.

"Anything could of happened." Quil said loudly. "You could of died."

"Quil. Don't." Embry warned.

"No. I think she should know how childish she has acted." Quil shook his head. "I cant believe you Claire seriously. What are you trying to prove?"

I put my head down.

"You don't have an answer for me huh? I was right Claire." He declared.

I shook my head. Please don't let him say it. I would do anything, to not let him say that I am a child. He has already destroyed my whole world once. Please don't let him do it again.

"Your just a child. You shouldn't be going to parties."

That was the final straw on my emotional haystack. Before I could control myself, the tears ran down my cheeks, blurring my vision.

"Y-you have no idea." I bit my lip. "E-everything I have done h-has been for you. Y-you don't even care." I didn't even care if the car was moving, I opened the door and got out.

The breeze was cold and I didn't have a jacket. I shivered and hugged my body tighter. The tears kept coming, so much that I didn't bother to wipe them off my face. They were like a personal tattoo.

The sky was the kind of yellowish. The yellow it goes when it thunders. I looked up to the sky in envy. It never fell in love with the sun, and it wasn't always cloudy. It was always beautiful colours that people could admire. I loved the deep purple it went when it snowed, and the smell after it has slightly drizzled. I loved the heat of the sun, near enough as much as I loved Quil. Quil is my sun. He is warm and seeing him always brightened my day. It cant do that anymore. I cant look at him and see him as my own personal sunshine, when in reality he thought I was just a child.

I walked faster, not daring to look back. My eyes stung and my nose ran. I looked up to the sky, while I walked.

"Claire." A familiar voice was carried by the wind and made my legs go faster. I didn't want to see Quil anymore.

A warm hand touched my shoulder and attempted to spin me around. Quil should of known I was to stubborn for that. I stopped still and glared at the floor, hoping something scuttled away and died.

"I didn't mean what I said Claire. I was just being stupid. Come back to the car its cold." Quil pleaded. I looked back up to the glorious sky and stuck my ground. "Claire don't hate me." His voice was whispered, but in my heart, it felt like it was amplified a thousands times louder. "Come on Claire Bear. Turn around."

My eyes narrowed. I spun around, using my best glare. "I'M NOT A CLAIRE BEAR OR A CHILD!" I exploded. I looked at his shocked face and looked to the rocks. "I'm Claire Young. I'm nearly seventeen. I'm old enough for anything your willing to throw at me." I bit my lip and closed my eyes. "And I like you."

Quil's face softened and he looked sympathetic. "Claire, I…" He paused, and looked at me then to the car. "I'm not sure what to say."

I nodded. "I'm too young. You see me as a baby sister. I get it Quil." I struggled to keep the sob that was attempting to escape from my chest. "Maybe we shouldn't be friends anymore Quil."

Quil's face crumbled. "Why?"

"Every time I see you Quil, its like a slap in the face. I'm getting hurt. I'm getting battered in here." I pointed to my heart. "I don't want to have it hurting anymore. I wanna be a teenager and not look at you and think what if."

"You don't have to Claire." He looked at me straight in the eyes. "I'm not going anywhere." I started to shake my head and he grabbed my chin. "Not now. Not ever."

My breath got heavy. His face being this close to mine was making my head dizzy. I wanted to kiss him, and I knew it was bad. I had just told him to go and now I wanted to push onto his lips and feel what I always wanted to feel. I wanted the fireworks and the church bells ringing, that's what its meant to be like. Right?

I blinked back the tears. "Your hurting me by staying."

"It'll hurt us both if I left." I knew he was right. It would kill me. And I would have to watch Sex and the City with a box of chocolates and tissues, making sure I buy fifteen cats.

"I don't wanna see you one day and it will bring my hopes back up. This isn't just a silly crush. Its much stronger." I took his hand away from my chin, and sighed at the touch of his warm, rough hand. "I love… you. There I said it."

"I cant do this." He shook his head and snatched his hand out of mine. "Your just a baby Claire."

The tears came down my eyes, before I could blink them back. It felt like someone had shot me in the heart and I was bleeding. I was dying.

"I cant see you like that. Not yet. I'm sorry." He shifted nervously, then looked at the car. "I'll take you home."

My feet was stuck to the floor. I wish the concrete would come alive and swallow me whole. I just admitted I loved my best friend since I was two and he still saw me as that.

I licked my lips and shuffled forward, moving slow. I got in the back of the car, making no eye contact with anyone and no noise. Quil started the car, looking at Embry. It was like they were having a conversation with their eyes. The tears kept running down my face, without permission. I curled my legs up on the chair and put my head against the cool window. Hannah rubbed my leg, like she knew exactly what was wrong. But, no one knew. No one, but me and Quil. And he hardly cared.

The car stopped, and I looked up from my hands, that I was knotting and un-knotting. We was outside of my house. I got out the car. Not even looking once in Quil's direction. I heard Hannah follow me. She was muttering to someone.

"She looks upset."

"Man what did you say to her? I have never seen Claire like this." Embry's voice came out in a hurried, rushed whisper.

Quil didn't respond. It didn't surprise me. Right now nothing did.

Another sob escaped my chest, as I reached for the door knob. I was loosing everything I ever wanted. In one whole day, I had lost my best friend that was there when I was toddling in diapers. I lost my future boyfriend, or so I thought. And I lost my will to live. All in one night.

I stepped threw the door.

Just my luck. I thought.

The house was full. Every single wolf and girlfriend or wife. They're beautiful faces were graced by candle light, making their copper skin shimmer and glow. They all looked up at me, and their eyes shot to Quil's. Another sob shook my body.

Uncle Sam's eyes narrowed at Quil, and Emily put her arm around my body leading me to the bathroom. She rubbed my arm soothingly.

"Lets get you in the shower." She whispered. "Then we will put you to bed."

She was talking to me like she did when my mom left. Was Quil leaving? It felt like he had already disappeared.

Emily started to peel my clothes off. Repeating in her soft, soothing voice, that everything would be fine. I was froze in a mask of shock. The tears kept streaming down my face and my body was completely still. Emily turned the water on and helped me in to the tub.

"Are you okay now?" Emily called over the rushing water that trickled in my ears.

I nodded solemnly, picking up my Luther and smothering it in shower gel. I scrubbed my skin until it hurt, and scrubbed my scalp over and over. Wrapping my self in my pink fluffy towel, I stepped out the shower. I scrapped my hair behind my ear with my fingers. I opened the door to find Hannah. She smiled at me, then took my hand and started to lead me to my bedroom.

There they were. Staring and motionless. All the pictures I had ever taken of me and Quil. I scowled at them.

"I hate them." I spat. "I hate him." I walked forward throwing all the pictures in the bin. "I hate it."

I landed on my bed, crying again. Hannah rubbed my back. She did what everyone else was attempting to do. To comfort me. But it was only now, that I noticed nothing could make this situation better. This was like the crusty sock at the bottom of your washing hamper. This stunk. This sucked.

Quil's POV

"Are you crazy?" Sam boomed. "Are you mental estranged? Seriously?"

Everyone's eyes were on my face. The girls were all scowling at me. It was this moment that I wished Claire was here lifting everyone's mood.

"So she actually said she loved you?" Kim asked, leaning forward.

I nodded, feeling my heart speed up.

"Sam's right. You are crazy." Kim shook her head in disbelief.

Emily came back into the room, mopping her eyes with her fingers. The permanent scratches down her face were hardly visible in the dim light, but her troubled, sad face stuck out in the darkness.

"How is she?" Sam asked, pulling away from the group to comfort his imprint. He looped his arm around her petite waist, and nuzzled her ear.

I had never felt envy that strong in my life. I never had time to be jealous of the wolves that had imprinted and their relationships with their mates; how truly beautiful and peaceful it was. It was only now that I wanted to punch all of them in the face and get completely pissed, just to make me feel better about my confusing relationship with Claire. Claire. She told me she loved me, and I told her no. I told her no? Man the guys were right, I was crazy.

"She's not good." Emily shook her head. "I haven't seen her this way since her mom left." A sob crept past Emily's lips. "I told her mom I would protect her. I promised." She tried to square up to me, but at my 6'5 to her 5'4, it was hardly intimidating. But it was weird to see Emily actually pissed at me. "You." She stabbed a finger in my chest. "You are the stupidest boy I have ever met."

"And that's saying something." Jacob snickered. I threw a scowl in his direction.

Emily still carried on like no one had spoken. "You have left the girl that you was meant to be with. The girl you first knew you loved. Not even your own mother could compare." She took in a angry breath. "You've broken her heart."

"I didn't do it on purpose." I stuttered. "She's just a kid. I'm not even sure if its legal."

Emily's hand flew up to strike me across the face, but Sam's hand caught hers in a tight hold.

"He'll make it up to her." He promised Emily.

"He better." Emily spat. "Or his heart wont be the only thing that's broken." She flicked her hair around and stormed off.

"Emily's one fiery lady." Seth commented, waggling his eyebrows at Sam.

"Knock it off Kid." Sam whacked the back of Seth's head. Seth bit his lip to stop himself from laughing out loud.

"What are you gonna do to make it up to Claire?" Jacob asked, shifting Nessie on his leg.

"Can I suggest something?" Nessie's chirpy voice jumped over the lower ones.

"Go for it." I sighed in defeat. I was quite sure nothing I did would make Claire happy or stop those tears streaming down her face.

"It's her birthday next month right?"

I nodded and automatically added. "26th June."

"Why don't we throw her a party?" Nessie looked at Jacob and he nodded.

"She hates birthday parties." Seth intercepted. "Ever since she was ten."

"Not that sort of party." Nessie rolled her eyes. "A grown up one." She looked around the group eyeing each one of the boys as she spoke. "No cheesy DJ." She looked at Jared and Kim laughed. "No posters of her when she was in diapers." Her eyes rested on Paul and he shrugged his shoulders. "No princess theme." She eyed Seth. "No kid stuff." She looked directly at me.

"That kind of party sucks." Embry laughed.

"Do you want Claire to talk to us again?" Nessie snapped.

We all nodded in unison.

"Well." Nessie smiled wide. "I will give Aunt Alice a call. She will go mad if she misses a chance like this." She skipped off leading Jacob by the hand behind her.

"Now what?" I sighed.

"GO TALK TO HER!" The girls screamed at me.

"She hates me."

They all crossed their arms and scowled.

I put my hands up in defeat. "Okay. Okay. I'll talk to her."

Claire's POV

The tears had dried on my face, and I blew my nose loudly.

"Who knew one person could get threw so many tissues?" Hannah tried to lift the mood a numerous of times, by making it into a joke. I just wasn't in the mood.

"Who knew that I could loose everything in one night?" I sniffed.

"You haven't lost everything." Hannah argued. She placed her hand around my shoulder. "You have me. I will always be here. Even when complete jerks break your heart."

"Quil's not a jerk." I defended. I threw my hands up in the air in defeat. "I'm still defending him. What's wrong with me?"

"Maybe your just confused."

"Maybe I'm just stupid." I muttered. "It's all my fault."

"No. No sweetie. Don't you dare think that. He is just blind." She grabbed my shoulders, so I would look into her eyes. "He's blind if he cant see how beautiful you are."

"He has his eyes wide open Hannah. He always will and always has."

A quiet knock graced my door. I sat up and wiped my eyes.

"Who is it?" I asked, standing up of the bed.

"It's me." Quil's familiar voice crept under the door and tickled my heart.

I plonked myself back on the bed. "Go away!" I yelled back, throwing a pillow at the door.

"Claire please. I just wanna talk." He begged.

"Well I don't wanna talk to you." Anger filled my voice. "Go away."

"Claire I'm not going anywhere until you open this door." He threatened.

"You'll be waiting a long time Ateara. I refuse to open the door!" I crossed my arms.

"Fine. I will just sit out here 'till you open this damn door."

"Get lost Ateara. Haven't you done enough for one day?" My voice broke and more tears leaked down my cheeks. "Don't you understand that I don't want you around."

"Let me just explain, before you go mad at me."

"No."

"Please?" Quil was pleading.

"You can explain threw the door."

Quil sighed in defeat. "Okay, but I'd rather talk to you instead of your door." He paused. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you Claire. I know your not a kid anymore. You didn't have to prove it to anyone. Especially me." He sighed. "I know your grown up now Claire. I have seen it. I guess that's what makes it difficult."

I stood up off the bed and stood by the door. I could hear his harsh breaths.

"What do you mean?" I whispered, knowing full well he could hear me.

"I mean I can see what a beautiful person your growing into. And I wanna be with you." I had to catch my breath. "But I can't now. Not yet."

My hand flew up to the door handle, opening it, making Quil lift his eyes from his fists to my face. He was sat against the wall in front of me. He was breath taking. His brown eyes softened.

"Your not lying." I said as a statement.

He shook his head. "It's complicated, but I'm not lying."

"I… I believe you."

He stood up from the floor with as much grace as a baby elephant with one leg. I bit my lip to stifle my laughter.

"I thought shape shifters were meant to be graceful." I joked, poking him in the ribs.

"I'm not a shape shifter. I'm a werewolf." He gave me a threatening look.

"Ah." I squealed. "Help. Save me from the big scary wolf." I ran downstairs laughing, as Quil followed behind me. "Help! Help Uncle Sam. A big scary wolf is trying eat me." The packs heads all swivelled and they all smiled menacingly. "Et oh." I giggled, running out to the porch.

They caught me like they always did. Not fair really. One against about eight or so. Quil sat on me while they tickled me.

"No. Stop." I giggled, as they all tickled me.

"The lake water is mighty fine." Quil laughed.

My eyes widened as I tried to plead. "No. No. Not that, anything but that."

Next thing I knew two of the boys had each end of my body.

"This is my new pyjama bottoms. Emily will kill you." I threatened. They all shrugged. "Let me just take this off first please."

Sam nodded and they placed me gently on the grass. I ran behind a tree. I peeled my trousers off my body hanging them on a nearby tree branch.

"You done?" Seth asked.

"No." I whinged.

"Grab her." Sam instructed.

"No please don't." I squealed, running again.

Have you ever run against a bunch of overgrown men that have super speedy powers. Let me tell you, there is no point running.

"I hate you all." I moaned as I hovered over the water.

"Love you too beautiful." Seth mocked.

The coldness hit me before anything else did. Then the warmth came and so did Quil.

A/N: Hey guys. I'm soooo sorry this chapter took so long. Long story cut short; My dad now hates me, I got banned from the laptop and I couldn't find the disc I had the stories on, then I had writers block. So anyways, hope you enjoy this chapter. Comments are welcome. Please Read and Review. I would love to get some feedback to all my hard work.

Peace out.

Much Love,

Lucy

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