This chapter is dedicated to all the nice people who are reading this fan fiction, because I don't reckon it's that great. It's also dedicated to anyone who is a fan of Paramore, because they are the best band ever!

DISCLAIMER: I AM NOT STEPHENIE MEYER…YET.

I was sitting in my bedroom, listening to music and reading Brisingr, when I glanced at the clock and realised that I only had twenty minutes before I had to leave. I hate Fridays. At least it wasn't as cold as usual, so I pulled on my favourite rainbow jumper, a denim skirt and extra thick tights. I dashed out the door fifteen minutes later and glanced up to the sky, sighing in contentment. Despite all my fears and missing all of my friends from Adelaide, I was actually quite happy in Forks. It wasn't quite as boring as I had thought it would have been.

When I arrived at school, Mike was looking sullen. I was surprised that he hadn't ditched me by now, as I had been a total bitch to him, but he seemed oddly loyal. It was a bit creepy, but at least I wouldn't be lonely.

"So why were you sitting with Cullen at lunch yesterday?" he whined pathetically. I looked down my nose at him and sighed. I seriously needed some different friends. Less needy ones.

"We were talking," I offered finally. "He seems like a nice enough guy. I'm sorry if I made you think that I abandoned you." Mike smiled, looking content, and we walked to home group together, him bubbling because the beach trip was tomorrow.

German was interesting. I had refused to do Spanish, considering as I had studied German up until then, and I sat there glaring at the teacher. At least the teacher had a normal name here, rather than Waltraud back home. German was far less fun because there was no Becky with me, to throw notes while the teacher's beck was turned, and to continually piss her off, by us asking if we could go to Hahndorf. At least I could say: Ich leche dich. (That means I lick you, for all of those people who don't do German.) As the teacher walked past, I turned to him and said loudly-

"Ich esse gern Kinder." He stared at me and ran away. Who wouldn't, if someone told them that they like to eat children?

At lunch, I walked into the cafeteria and noted that Edward was gone. I vaguely remembered him telling me that he was going hunting. I slumped down at the table with my group and picked at my pasta. That was all they seemed to serve here.

"What's the temperature going to be tomorrow?" I inquired, abandoning my food and sipping at my bottle of water.

"Fifteen degrees Celsius," called someone from further down the table and I shuddered violently. There was no way that I was going swimming tomorrow.

"So what are we going to do down at La Push?" I asked carefully. "I'm guessing we won't be sun-bathing." Mike started giggling uncontrollably at my not-even-funny joke, and I stared at him with sceptical eyes. I waited for some kind of normal response, and as that didn't seem forthcoming, I instead turned to Jessica. She shrugged and continued talking to Eric. I glared at her and slapped her arm.

"What the fuck, don't touch me," she screamed, backing away.

"Excuse me?" I snarled. "I believe that it is polite to answer someone when they ask you a question."

"Shut up, you stupid little bitch," hissed Jessica. I stared at her, picked up my plate and ditched it at her face. It splattered all over her face and hair, and she started screaming hysterically. I spat in her face, stood up, and started walking home. I'd had enough of school.

My parents get home after me, so I knew that I would be reasonably safe for some time. I jumped on my computer and went on msn. Mike suddenly popped up, and the chat went something like this.

99: Hi Kate

Lil_Kate: Hi Mike. What time are we meeting tomorrow, again?

99: 9. Maybe you could come a little earlier before everyone else gets there, say 8-ish? ;)

Lil_Kate: errr why? Are you suggesting something sexual, Mike?

99 has gone offline.

I giggled quietly and went downstairs for dinner.

The next morning, I stumbled out of bed, cursing early mornings and the fact that Jessica would be there. There was no way in hell that I was going to apologise to that bitch, so I was guessing that it would be a very awkward day.

My dad drove me to Mike's parents' store, and I hopped out, drawing my jacket tighter around my arms. The wind was going to be brutal down at La Push. Everyone was already there, and there was a group of about fifteen people. As if Mike had that many friends…

As I neared the group, Eric, Jessica and some random bitch called Lauren glared at me. Tyler edged away with a stricken expression, Mike jumped up and down, almost peeing with happiness, and the randoms I didn't know ignored me. Yay! Angela stood to the side, subtly staring at some random guy.

Mike's parents owned an eight seater car, and I jumped in the front with him. Some of the randoms got in the back, and the people I knew and hated got into Tyler's van. I was surprised that it still ran, considering the damage Edward had inflicted on it. It must have cost him a fortune to get it fixed.

As Mike started up the car, I hit the button on the radio, and Right Round by Flo Rida was on. It was kinda creepy, as the last time I had heard this, I had sung along to it with Edward, and Mike was getting too involved in singing the lyrics. It was downright disturbing, and so I pushed in a random CD and turned it up so loud so that I could pretend not to hear all the random things Mike was saying.

When we reached La Push beach, I jumped out of the car and admired the view. The water was grey, swelling and choppy, but there was a certain dark beauty to it. The sand was soft and yellow, and a campfire of driftwood was set up halfway down the beach.

I flopped down on one of the log seats, and Angela sat next to me. The rest of them spread out, and waited as Mike piled up the driftwood and pulled a lighter from his pocket. I was very tempted to ask him if he would set his hair on fire, but suddenly the wood was ablaze, and I jumped, startled. Jessica laughed at my discomfort and I stared at her, miming pushing her head into the flames. She screamed a little and turned desperately to Tyler, engaging him in conversation.

I sat there in silence for a few minutes, but the whole scene bored me, and I suggested that we do something that was actually fun. Everyone glared at me, but eventually a small group of us decided that we wanted to go hiking to the rock pools.

They were no more impressive than the ones that I had seen at Marino Rocks before, so I sat down by one particular pool and watched a crab scuttle through the rocks and tendrils of seaweed.

Suddenly, someone grabbed my shoulders, threw me forwards and suddenly dragged me back, causing me to scream.

"Saved your life," snickered Mike, bending down to crouch beside me. "What are you looking at?"

"The rock pool, evidently," I snapped, turning away. "It's a damn sure better sight than your face."

"Why are you such a bitch," he hissed, looking tortured. "Why don't you love me?"

"What the fuck?" I yelled, and I started running after the others, back to the campsite for some food.

When we arrived back at the beach, I noted that Jacob Black was there, along with a group of his Native American friends from La Push. I barely remembered our last encounter, but it had been awkward. Maybe I should try to make friends with this guy, rather than creeping him out, which I had achieved with every other person at forks, apart from Angela.

I flopped down on the log again and bit into a sandwich and drank from my lemonade can. The buff boy called Jacob wandered over and sat down next to me.

"Hi Kate," he grinned. "How are you finding La Push so far?"

"Well, Mike knew the way here, and I came in his car," I giggled, knowing he wouldn't get it. "And if I ever came here on my own, I guess I would bring a map so that I could find it on my own." Understanding darkened his eyes, and he laughed a little, although his eyes were incredulous.

"You're just a little bit weird, aren't you," he commented carefully. "Perhaps I should have asked if you like La Push."

"Well, the name is really lame," I snickered. "Does it come with this part of America that the towns have to have ridiculous names? La Push…Forks."

He eyed me again, looking regretful that he had walked over, but I was not going to let him escape.

"So, what do you get up to in your free time?" I urged, not wanting to be a loner anymore.

"I build and repair cars," he began, and then he relaxed as he launched into what was practically his life history. This bored me shitless, so I let him continue for a few minutes, nodding mutely, until I rose to my feet.

"Let's go walking," I ordered, and he obediently followed. Poor little kid; I must have been the first person in while who actually cared what he thought.

"So, I'm guessing that the Cullens aren't allowed here," I ventured. They were my favourite topic of conversation, because I knew absolutely everything about them.

"How did you know that?" asked Jacob, looking curious, as we sat down on a flat rock.

"I know everything about them, and you," I whispered, giggling slightly. "I know what they are, and what you will turn into." Jacob raised one eyebrow, and I laughed lightly.

"Just joking," I offered, not wanting him to hate me, for some odd reason. He forced a laugh, and I unwillingly let him continue his rant about himself.

After some time, I was relieved to see that another group was walking over. I jumped up and scurried over to them.

"Are we leaving?" I begged. "Please let's leave." There were more glares, but I ignored them and ran back to Mike's car.

He flicked it open and I jumped in, wrapping my jumper even tighter around me, as the wind battered at the outside of the car. Everyone else hopped in, and Mike started the engine. I saw Jacob waving enthusiastically as we drove away, and I ignored him. He was a boring nuisance, but it was apparent that at some point I would have to become friends with him. It was better not to kill that relationship before I had to rekindle it. Dear god, Twilight really sucked when you had to replace Bella.