This chapter is for bella raven cullen, thanks for being a great reviewer. You are what makes writing worth while. Here is chapter four: The Talk. I hope you enjoy it.

I do not own Twilight.

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The Talk

CPOV

A few hours later I was crying softly into my pillow. Although I knew my plan to make Quil jealous had worked I didn't want to hurt him. The look of pain that was in Quil's eyes as he left was behind the lids of my eyes every time I closed them.

"I hurt him," she said softly to herself. Who would have thought that little old me could have hurt big, strong Quil.

All of a sudden I heard a soft tapping nose coming from the other side of my door. The person on the other side didn't wait for me to answer. I knew it must have been Quil, because he was never one for privacy when it came to me. He always wanted to know everything I was doing or thinking all the time.

The door to my room swung open slowly. It was almost like the person who was opening it was scared. "Why would Quil be scared of me," I thought.

"Claire…have you been crying?" he look appalled at the thought.

"No," I said curtly as I turned my head to hide the last few of my tears.

Quil walked toward me and sat on the edge of my bed. He put his warm hand under my chin and turned my face toward his. "I came to talk," he said as wiped away the few tears that remained with his thumb. I couldn't understand why but just the act of him wiping up my tears felt so good that it sent a chill down my spine.

He must have felt me shiver because he took his hand away from my face and continued. "I came here to talk to you about your boyfriend." As he said boyfriend his lips curled like he just said a curse word.

"Well technically he isn't my boyfriend yet," I said trying to lighten the mood. It worked, his eyes gleamed. "I mean we are just going on a date."

"Yeah that is what I came here to talk about. This will be a little uncomfortable and embarrassing so just sit and listen." It was like a command and I felt impelled to comply with his orders.

"As a friend and a person who happens to be a boy I know how the male mind works. Although he may seem nice he will always have on thing on his mind. Do you know what that is?" he asked.

This was really funny I thought to myself. Quil is really choking on something that he wants to say, but doesn't want to say it. I thought that I would make it a little difficult for him and make him explain. "Enlighten me," I said. His face fell.

His face struggled with a few different emotions before he blurted out. "Sex! Sex is what he will want from you." he looked enraged when he said this. "He will want this especially since he is older than you. He will expect more of you than a boy your age."

"Oh please! Are not trying to give me the sex talk? I already got that in seventh grade from my mother. And believe me that was awkward enough. You really don't have to do this." I almost screamed.

"Please. I just don't want to see you get hurt." He looked horrified at the thought.

Now it was my turn to get upset. "Quil I'm sixteen years old. I think I can look after myself. I also can't believe that you would think that I would let some boy sleep with me on the first date. Do you know me at all?" I screeched.

"No, no, Claire. I trust you. It's him I don't trust," he cried seeing that he hurt my feelings.

"Well you are going to have to get over your trust issues because Friday night I'm going to Port Angeles with Mike whether you like it or not!" I yelled as I stamped my foot.

Quil just nodded his head in defeat while he walked out of my room. He shut the door just as quietly as he opened it. I could barely hear his soft foot steps as he left the house.

As he left I got this sick, churning feeling in my stomach. I got what I wanted Quil was jealous, and he obviously cared enough about me to go through the embarrassment of talking to me about sex. If I got what I wanted then why do I feel this way?

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I hope you enjoyed chapter four: The Talk. I wrote this up special for bella raven cullen because she is the best reviewer ever. I hope when you read this you comment too because I wrote this instead of the English essay I have due tomorrow. I don't think Mr. Barbato will like it when I tell him I was was writing english last night, just not about Hester from the Scarlet Letter, but about werewolves and their girl friends. I think he would send me to the nurse. ending babble now Comment please. It will make me happy.

Since I wrote 2 chapters in one night I don't think I will update this week again, maybe the weekend. I may surprise you though. Thanks-- carconee