"I can't do this," I stated, turning round and heading back towards the beetle.

"Of course you can!" Kat said, grabbing my arm and 'guiding' me towards the huge building in front of me. My God it was big. It's like a hundred Logan's piled on top of each other!

I dug my heels in to the ground. "B-But, why can't I do this stuff on the internet? I mean, do I really have to come here?"

Logan smirked at me over his shoulder as he headed merged in to the crowd. "What? Are you scared?"

I narrowed my eyes at him and then took a deep breathe. I squared my shoulders and then walked forwards as confidently as I could. Logan disappeared inside and I turned back round. It was now Monday, and Jeremy had explained to me that I had been enrolled at the school. I was doing my A Levels; Art, Maths and a mechanics type course. I, unfortunately, have all these with Logan. Except for Art, I think. Not purposely, we just happen to do the same subjects. Yay.

Jeremy explained everything to the school and I'm only doing the three. Thank God. It'll be nice to be a bit more...relaxed. Anyway, I didn't know I was coming here until I had been woken up, dressed and shoved in the back of Kat's car. And still, I had no idea where we were going until Logan, who was in the passenger seat, shoved an O'Neil bag in my face. It was filled with three notepads and a pencil case filled with pens, pencils, rulers and rubbers. That kind of tipped me off.

And here we are, Kat dragging me into the school, through the crowds (what the HECK are they staring at anyway?) and me struggling, even though I was trying to be confident.

Logan had gone ahead, leaving me with Kat, who was chirping away in her cell as she 'comforted' me.

"Really? No way! Then what did he say?" she was saying. You know, even though she's a werewolf, she is awfully girly. Like, really, really girly, with extra frills on top. "Wait a sec," she said into the phone before glancing at me. "Jo, the office is just there. Just go up to the desk and say your name and they'll take it from there, okay? I would come, but I need to meet my professor about my textiles." She waved after pointing me towards the office and walked off, leaving me to my doom- uh, I mean walk to the office.

I took a deep breathe (again), ignored all the looks I was getting and headed into the office. This is so weird. All the other kids- adults, my age are wearing uniform. Whereas I'm wearing a jean skirt, black ankle boots and a black strappy top. And that's it. Oi.

Blame Kat. She dressed me. I was still half asleep when she shoved these at me. I shook my head and sighed, pushing the door open. A little bell went off and I jumped slightly. Inside, there were desks, all of them piled with paper work and mugs. A small, chubby woman was sat behind one answering the phone. I walked up to her and she smiled at me. She held up her finger, asking me to wait a minute. She signed off and then turned to me.

"Hi, I'm Doreen. How can I help?"

"Um, my names Jo, I'm new?" I said, stating it more like a question.

"Oh! You're Jo Michaels? Lovely! When they said that you were doing A Levels we were all shocked! Have you really done all your GCSE's already?" Before I could answer she was already talking. "Your papers are here somewhere." As she spoke she looked through her desk.

"My, you look so old. Can't believe you're really sixteen, you look more like twenty! I wish I still looked so young! Aha! Here they are! Here's your schedule, a map and a list of teachers. We also need you to sign this, along with your teachers." She handed me a pile of papers and then simply said, "Good luck" before turning back to answer the phone.

"Okay then," I said under my breath as I turned back around and headed back out. I slung my bag strap over my head, so that it was diagonal over my chest. You know, the way to stop it getting nicked or something.

I pulled out the map and looked at it. My God, this place is a maze!

"Room 3, floor 5, part B?" I muttered. What in the name of toast is it going on about? I frowned and re-read it. Surely I misread it. I mean, floor 5? Part B? Wow, I didn't read it wrong. Damn it.

I looked at my schedule. I had the mechanics course thing first. Floor 3, Part Z (?), room 8. Oh, I am so lost already. I rubbed my forehead and made my way towards the stairs. At least, I think the stairs are in this direction...

The bell had rung and next thing I know, there's a stampede of kids. The smell was over whelming and my ears started pounding. How the hell did Kat and Logan put up with it?

Someone knocked into me and I went flying, along with all my papers. I fell back and landed heavily on my back.

"Shit, sorry," a voice said above me. Hey, I recognize that voice...

"Matt?" I asked, sitting up. The guy in front of me looked up from where he was gathering all the sheets of paper. I tried not to giggle. He was wearing the uniform. A blazer, red tie and navy trousers. But his shirt was un-tucked, his tie askew.

"Jo?" he asked, smiling. "It is you! I didn't know you went here!"

"Same!" I said, helping him collect the papers. "I just started, literally ten minutes ago."

"Cool. But, why aren't you wearing the uniform?" He stood up and helped me stand too before handing me all my papers. I stuffed most of them in my bag, except for my schedule and map.

"Uh, I'm actually in 6th Form," I said, shuffling to the side, out of the way of the rest of the students.

"You mean 12th Grade?" I nodded and his eyes bugged. "You're seventeen? I thought you were my age!"

I smiled slightly. "I am. I got bumped up a year."

"Wow. That is so cool! You so need to help me with my Maths. I suck at Algebra," he said gravely.

I laughed and nodded. "Sure, that would be cool."

He looked at his watch. "Listen, I need to get going. Meet for lunch?"

I nodded. "Sure. Where?"

He smiled slightly. "Well, us mere year 11's still have to eat in the cafeteria, so I'll meet you there?" I nodded and was about to ask where the hell the cafeteria was when he kissed my cheek before running off. I shook my head and sighed.

I am so, so lost.

I got out my Sidekick and sent a text to Logan. The bastard could have stayed and showed to where class was, but noooo, Mr High And Mighty had to go off, leaving us mere mortals to fend for themselves.

Help! 911!

My phone rang a few seconds later. "What is it? What's wrong?" Logan's urgent voice asked as soon as I picked up.

"I'm lost!" I cried. "I got caught in a stampede and now I have absolutely NO idea where I am!"

He growled quietly, "Jo, I thought something was seriously wrong."

I smiled slightly. "There is! I'm lost and cold. I don't have a jacket."

"Jo, the heating's on in this place. It isn't cold," he said, a smile evident in his voice.

"Oh. Well, I'm still lost. What should I do? Where should I go?" I asked, changing the subject slightly. He sighed and I faintly heard voices and a chair scraping back.

"I'll come find you. Stay exactly where you are." He hung up and I stared at the phone with narrowed eyes.

He hung up on me. That bastard.

I growled lightly and then shook my head. I walked over to a wall and slid down it. I covered my face with my hand and groaned.

I knew today was gonna be bad...

Ten minutes later I felt a warm hand on my bare knee and I jumped at the tingling sensation that shot through me. I looked up to see Logan smirking at me.

"Come on," he said, picking me up and setting me down flat on my feet. "We're gonna be late if we don't hurry."

I nodded and had to practically run to keep up. We walked up two flights of stairs and then were walking down another corridor. We passed a door and I glanced inside and then stopped.

"Wow," I breathed. I could see a really cute guy. And he was talking to Matt. Oi. He had red hair and was lean. He had sharp features and bright green eyes. Nothing like Logan though.

...Where the fuck did that come from? I shook my head and looked back at the guy. Matt glanced up and caught my eye. He smiled and waved slightly. His friend too looked up and then grinned at me, showing perfect straight, white teeth.

I smiled and waved and then I felt someone behind me. I glanced up to see Logan there, glaring at Matt and his friend. He growled and grabbed my hand, dragging me off. My breath hitched and an electric shock went up through my arm.

Damn it, what is with that?

He was still growling, but more quietly now. Why in the world is he growling? Is it because I'm making him late?

I frowned but didn't ask. He pulled me in front of a door before stopping and knocking on it. A voice from inside said that we could come in, so Logan opened the door, releasing my hand.

"Sorry were late Tom. I was helping Jo find her way here," Logan said, heading towards a desk at the back.

The man at the front nodded at him before looking at me and smiling. He had white hair and a beard, with round glasses and kind blue eyes.

"Hi, you must be Jo?" he asked as I stood like a lemon in the doorway. I nodded and glanced around. Shit. I'm the only girl. "My names Tom. I teach the mechanics course."

I tried not to roll my eyes. Obviously he's teaching the course, otherwise I wouldn't be here and neither would he.

He nodded towards an empty desk by Logan. "Please, sit down. I was just going over what we'd done so far this year. I'm sure you could catch up."

I nodded again and made my way through the desks.

"Damn," a few guys muttered as I passed. My hands tightened on my bag, but I forced myself to keep walking.

I don't know how, but I suddenly sensed that someone was about to touch me. I spun round and caught the guys hand that was about to pinch my butt. I gripped his wrist but reminded myself to keep it light. Not as strong as I could have.

I glared at him. "I sincerely hope you weren't about to touch my butt," I said in a deadly voice. He gulped quietly, but smirked at me.

"Course not, babe. But feel free to touch mine," he said, his voice oozing with what he thought was sexiness, but what I thought the tar that would stick in his throat.

I faintly heard Logan growling but I ignored him. I glared at the guy in front of me. "Don't touch me. Ever. Why I would want you touch your ugly body, I don't know. Stay, away from me."

With that I turned back around and stomped to my seat. I sat down and glanced at Logan. He was smiling slightly. I smiled.

Tom coughed, "Um, anyway..."

And that, is how my first lesson went. Me smiling, Butt Boy scowling at me over his shoulder and Logan growling lightly while Tom went over everything so far.

When the bell rang I jumped but gathered all my notes I had taken. Then I looked at my schedule. Free period. Shit. What do I do now?

I frowned and stood up, following Logan out. We got out to the corridor and I was about to ask him where my next class is, when a gorgeous red head came up and kissed him. I stood in shock for a few seconds. What the-

The red head pulled away and beamed at Logan. "Hey."

Logan smiled back. "Hey babe."

He wrapped an arm round her waist, glanced at me over his shoulder, frowned and then walked off with the red head.

Mother fu-

That bastard has a girlfriend.

Not that I care, obviously. I mean, why would I? I don't like him or anything. He pisses me off. I nodded to myself and then walked off in the opposite direction. Right. I'll fend for myself. I have roughly an hour and a half to find my next class.

Floor 2, Part A, Room 1. Greeaatt...

I managed to find the stairs and walked down them, all the way to floor 2. I walked down the corridor and-

A girlfriend? Really? I mean, damn. Why wasn't I informed? If Kat thought I liked her brother (which I don't), then she should have told me! This is all her fault. And Logan's. And the red heads. Oh yeah, all three of them suck.

I growled lightly but cut off when I passed a crowd of people. Right. I need to find my classroom.

I found Part A and then I saw it. The door with the sign 'Room 1'. I beamed and headed towards it. Then I looked at my watch. Damn it.

I'm late.

How the fuck did that happen?

I burst through the door and then smiled at the woman stood there. "Sorry," I said. "I got lost again. I'm Jo. I'm new here."

She beamed at me. She had long, ginger hair that reached her waist and hazel/brown eyes. She was wearing a long flowing light green skirt and a long sleeved dark green shirt with beads round her neck. She looked like a hippie. Just like my old teacher.

"No problem, dear. My names Mrs Troy. But you can call me Layla," she introduced. I walked further in the classroom and looked around. There was paint and pictures everywhere. Paintbrushes, pastels, chalk, charcoal, paint, canvases. It smelled like Art. It looked like an Art room. It was. Yay! "Please, have a seat," Layla gestured to the rest of the classroom and I noticed for the first time the rest of the students. Oi.

Logan and the red head were sat at the back, his arm over the back of her chair. Then there was Butt Boy and- Matt! I smiled at Matt and he gestured to the seat next to him. I all but skipped over.

"What are you doing here?" I whispered to him as Layla explained about the new project we were starting.

"The only way I could take Art was if I came here during my free period," he explained. I smiled again. At least I have a friend in here. "So, how's the Logan situation?" My smile fell and I glanced back at him. He was watching us intently. Damn it. He could hear. Matt followed my gaze and then gasped when he saw him and the red head.

"He has a GIRLFRIEND?" he whispered harshly. I shrugged. "Wow, complication I was not expecting."

"Who is she?" I asked quietly, smiling at Layla who handed me a few pieces of white paper.

Matt got his pencils out and started to sketch. "Her name's Evie. She's been at this school since year six. Never left."

"Whoa," I muttered. I got a pencil out and then stared at the paper. I leaned over to Matt and nudged his shoulder. "What the fuck are we meant to be doing?"

He stifled his laughter and replied, "We are doing a portrait of someone important to us. But we are only allowed to do it from memory."

"Yay!" I cheered quietly. THIS, I could do! "Can it only be one person? Or can you do like a family thing?"

"Anything, as long as they're important to you."

I nodded and then looked at the paper. Now, do I draw The Pack, or my blood relations? And whatever I draw has to go with my story about being here. Decisions, decisions...

Half an hour later I still hadn't decided and I was drawn (ha!) out of my thoughts by Layla, who had been going round the class, looking at the pictures. She stopped in front of me and then knelt down, resting her arms on the desk.

"Is there anything wrong?" she asked me.

I frowned. "I can't decide who to draw."

"Hmm," she mused. "How about...a boyfriend?"

I heard a crack behind me and glanced behind to see Logan apologizing to Evie for breaking her pencil. I smirked slightly before turning back to Layla. "Don't have one."

"What about your parents?"

"Again, don't have them. I can't remember them clearly enough to draw," I lied.

Layla frowned, "What about brothers? Sisters?"

"Lonely child."

"Well who are you staying with then?" she asked, concern filling her voice.

"My cousin and her family," I said quietly.

Layla beamed. "Well what about them?"

I frowned but nodded. "Sure."

She patted my hand and then stood up, moving on. Huh. Seems I'm re-drawing The Pack. Yay.

By the time the lesson had finished, I'd roughly drawn the outlines of everyone. Elena and Clay were holding hand and smiling lovingly at each other. Jeremy was stood on Clay's right, a hand on his shoulder, looking at Logan and Kat with amusement. Kat was on Logan's back, as if having a piggy-back ride, just beside Elena.

I put it away and stood up, slinging my bag over my shoulder. Matt rubbed his belly and grinned impishly. "Lunch time! Good thing I can help show you where it is now."

I laughed. "Yeah. This place is a maze."

We headed out and I heard giggling from behind me. I glanced over my shoulder to see Logan whispering something in Evie's ear while she giggled. My heart thumped hard and I frowned.

"You alright?" Matt asked, placing a hand on my shoulder, drawing my attention away from Logan. I gave him a strained smile.

"Yeah, I'm fine. So, what's for lunch?" I asked as we walked down the corridor.

He laughed. "Well, it varies every day. But I think it's lasagne with garlic bread and salad."

I nodded, but was busy focusing on not getting run over by people. I took a deep breath and then regretted it. My God, the B.O and perfume was over-whelming. I held my breath all the way until we got to the cafeteria on the third floor. When we entered I relished in the smell of food. My god I was hungry.

Matt was chatting away about the school but I wasn't listening. I could hear that damn giggling again. I focused on the food and grabbed a plate filled with lasagne. I put two slices of garlic bread and a pile of salad on it. Then I grabbed a bowl of ice cream and a chocolate sundae too. Then I realized I had no way to pay for it.

"Damn it," I muttered. I placed the tray down by the cash register and groaned. All this food and I can't eat it!

I felt someone come up behind me and I glanced up to see Logan handing some money to the cash lady. He glanced down at me. "Ask Jer for lunch money." Then he was gone again. I glared at him, but smiled at the cash lady. She smiled slightly and I grabbed my tray.

I stood just beyond the register and stared out at the sea of students. There were over twenty tables and each of them could hold at least eight people. Most though had dragged chairs to fit more. Near the back of the room I could see the 6th F- Uh, 12th graders there. And then the students got younger as I looked nearer me. Whoa. Organized much?

I glanced around and saw Matt sat down at a table full of guys. I smiled. He must be in heaven. I started heading over. Okay, is it just me or is everyone looking at me? I glanced at people from under my hair and saw that they were, in fact, staring and gossiping. What's worse? I could hear everything they said.

"...from Australia. Her parents got shot while robbing a bank," one voice said.

"I heard that she's related to the mafia," another one said.

"...living with Logan and Kat. Apparently she's related to their Mom. A cousin or something."

I shook my head and ignored them as best I could. But really- the Mafia? Where do they get these things from?

I walked up to Matt's table and stood awkwardly behind him. A guy sat opposite him noticed me first and smirked at me. Soon all of them were looking and either smiling or smirking. I grimaced but smiled slightly when Matt turned round.

He beamed. "Hey Jo! Here, come sit." He moved his bag off of a chair next to him and I sat down. "Guys, this is Jo," he introduced. "Jo, this is Leo, Pogue, Callum, Jack, Martin and Alex."

I smiled slightly and waved. "Hey."

A chorus of 'Hi's' and 'Hey's' followed and then they started interrogating me.

"Is it true your related to the Mafia?" Pogue asked.

I pulled a face. "Ugh, no. I'm not."

"Are you really from Australia?"

I nodded. Leo asked, "Then how come you don't have an accent?"

I sighed. "I'm originally from England and moved there with my parents a few years ago."

"Why'd you move here?" Martin asked.

"Ow!" Alex, who was sat next to Martin, exclaimed. "What was that for Matt?"

"Stop harassing the girl," he said, chucking a leaf of lettuce at him. Alex held up his arms in surrender. "What? I haven't asked her anything!"

"Not you, everyone else! If she wants to tell you, she will," Matt defended. I smiled slightly and squeezed his shoulder.

"Thanks."

Before he could reply Callum stated, "Babe alert! Four O'clock."

We all turned and I saw Kat heading over here. "Shit! She's coming here!" Alex stated. I covered my mouth so that I wouldn't laugh. Matt shook his head and turned back to his food. The other guys all watched Kat as she headed closer and closer.

"Damn she is hot!" Jack stated.

"Yeah, but a pain in my ass," I muttered.

"What was that?" Leo asked.

I shook my head. "Nothing."

Kat came up and all the guys were staring at her with huge eyes and their mouths hanging open. I rolled my eyes and turned to talk to Kat. "Hey Kat."

"Hey Jo! How's your day been so far?" she asked, sitting on the table beside me.

I shrugged. "Alright. I got lost and Logan found me. Then I got left on my own and ended up being late to Art, even though I had an hour and half to find it."

She laughed and I heard a few guys gasp. I bit my lip to stop laughing. "I remember when I first started. I got lost and somehow ended up on the roof. Thankfully Logan was with me, so I wasn't on my own. Listen, I completely blanked earlier, but I have to go into town after school to get some material. Afterwards I was going to go shopping."

I blanched. "Again? But we only went on Saturday!"

She smiled and sang, "I know."

I shook my head. "Do I have to come?"

"That's what I came to talk to you about. Logan's going to Ev- a friend's house and getting the bus back. So you could catch a lift or get the bus."

I narrowed my eyes. "Evie's house?"

She bit her lip. "You found out about her, huh?"

I took a deep breath and released it slowly. "Yeah. I kind of guessed when she came up and practically attacked him with her lips."

"Oh I'm so sorry! Maybe I should have told you!" she said tears filling up her eyes.

I looked at her, startled. "Hey now. Don't cry. It doesn't matter. I was just shocked as to WHY anyone would go out with him."

She laughed and the tears disappeared. "I know. I did too at first. Anyway, I'm sure you could grab a lift with them, I'm sure Evie wouldn't mind. She lives near, sort of. Okay, she lives nowhere near. But you could get a bus from there and then walk the rest of the way!"

I smiled tightly. "Sure. That's fine. But I'll just grab a bus from here. It'll be easier." And less painful.

She beamed. "Great! Well, I gotta go. So I'll see you tonight!"

And then she was gone. I dropped my head on the table and groaned. Damn it. How the fuck am I gonna get home? I would rather walk than go shopping with Kat again. Huh. Maybe I will have to. Walk I mean.

"Dude, you KNOW her?" Leo asked. I lifted my head up and nodded.

"Yeah, I'm staying with them," I said simply.

"Wow!" one of them gasped. I dropped my head back down and ignored the rest of their conversation, which consisted of who was hotter, Kat or Evie? Gag.

Someone poked my back and I turned my head to see Logan stood there. With Evie.

I closed eyes and turned my head away. "What?"

"Hi! I'm Evie. Logan's girlfriend. You must be Jo," a chipper voice said. I waved my hand noncommittally.

"Listen," she carried on, "Kat explained about her shopping and that she was hoping you could get a lift with us." When she didn't go on I waved my hand for her to continue. I could practically feel the burn from Logan's glare. "But we are going out tonight. So you can't."

"Fine. I'm getting the bus anyway," I mumbled into my arm.

"Pardon?" Evie asked politely.

I lifted my head and blew my hair out of my face. "I said that's fine. I was going to get the bus anyway."

Logan frowned. "Why don't you go shopping with Kat? At least that way I won't have to explain to the 'rents how you got lost."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "You know why I don't want to go, it was bad enough on Saturday. Plus, I am perfectly capable of getting on a bus." He snorted. I glared at him. "I am not a child. I can get home on my own."

"No you can't. Go with Kat shopping," he ordered.

My hands clenched into fists. "No. I don't take orders from you. I'll find my own way home, so fuck off and go snog your girlfriend or something." With that I turned round and started eating my food. There was a stunned silence, but I ignored it. Then I faintly heard Logan growling.

"Fine. Get lost, see if I care," he stated behind me. He chucked some money on the table beside me and then stormed off, Evie trailing behind him.

I grabbed the money at shouted at his back, "I don't want your freaking money!"

Then I put it in my pocket, because I really did need that money. I didn't WANT it, but I NEEDED it. Bastard.

"So," Matt said conversationally as I carried on eating. "Is it me or are you two arguing more?" I nodded and he smiled and nodded slowly in understanding. "Ah, so you've both finally admitted your feelings to yourselves."

I started choking on my food. Once I'd swallowed my food I stared at Matt with an exasperated expression., "When are you going to get that stupid idea out your head? I don't love him. At this very minute I might even hate him, but I DEFINATELY don't love him. So get that stupid idea out of your head."

He smirked. "When did I mention love? I only said feelings."

I opened my mouth to reply but nothing came out. Damn it. He was right. I gaped like a fish before glaring and finishing my food off. I was still hungry, but it's not normal for a sixteen year old girl to eat so much. I was pushing it with what I had already.

I nudged Matt on the shoulder. "I'm off. I gotta find the library or something."

"What do you have this afternoon?" he asked.

"Nothing. I might just go back to Stonehaven," I sighed. I grabbed my bag and stood up.

"Uh, alright. Well, call me later," he replied, frowning. I nodded.

"Right, see you later," I kissed his cheek and waved to the others, ignoring them when the 'Ooh'd'.

I picked up my tray and dumped it in the trash. I dodged round people and got my Sidekick out. I scrolled down my address book and called Elena.

I walked down the corridor and headed towards an exit. Any exit.

The phone rang and rang, before it went into answerphone. After the beep I said, "Hey Elena. It's Jo. Listen, I have no more lessons so I'm coming back home. Somehow. Kat is going shopping and Logan is going to Evie's, so I'm fending for myself. Hopefully see you in a few hours. If not, I'm lost. See ya!"

I hung up and walked down the staircase, all the way down to the ground floor. I managed to get outside in one piece and asked someone for directions to the station. An hour later I was stood in the queue, waiting for to get a ticket to...well, hopefully somewhere near Stonehaven. But I think I'll have to walk most of the way there.

Once I got to the front of the queue, I asked what trains I should take to get near or to Bear Valley. Why did they have to live nearly an hour away? It turns out I have to take about three trains and then walk or hitch-hike.

Three hours later I was on the final train, eating my third burger (one on each train), when my phone rang. It was Elena.

"Hey, are you lost?" was her greeting.

"Not yet. I asked the train dude what trains I should get and I'm on my last one. Then I'll have to walk to Stonehaven," I explained once I'd swallowed my mouthful.

"Shit, did we give you money?"

"Uh, no. Logan chucked some at me. We had an argument and in the end he stormed off after chucking about $200 at me."

"$200? What was he doing with that much in the first place?" she shouted.

I shrugged, even though she couldn't see me. "I dunno. But I'm guessing he has more on him, seeing as he, too, is getting the bus back."

"What? Why? Where is he going? I thought Kat and him were coming back together," Elena said quickly.

"Yeah, but he's got a date tonight with his girlfriend," I said, closing my eyes and leaning back in the seat.

"GIRLFRIEND?" she screamed.

My eyes flew open. "Wait...you didn't know?" I asked quietly.

"NO I BLOODY DIDN'T KNOW! CLAY! CLAYTON! NEVER GUESS WHAT LOGAN'S DONE NOW!" She screamed.

"I'm just gonna, go," I said, hanging up. I rubbed my eyes. I. Am. So. Dead.

When the train stopped I got off and headed out the station. And that's when I saw it. My haven. A taxi.

I climbed in the back of an empty one.

"Where to?" the driver asked.

"Do you know where Stonehaven is? The estate?"

The driver nodded slowly, "Yeah, I know it."

"Great. Head there."

He smirked but drove on. My phone buzzed.

Where are you? L

I glared at the screen and closed it. If he thinks I'm going to reply, he can think again.

Hello? Anyone there? Where are you? L

Nope, I'm not going to reply. No matter what-

JO! Answer me! Are you ok?

DAMN IT!

FUCK OFF LOGAN!

Ooh, touchy. Where are you?

On a goddamn road. You? J

Instead of replying he rang me. I glared but answered it.

"What?" I snapped.

"What's wrong with you?"

I glowered out the window. "Nothing. I'm just tired."

"Right. Anyway, do you know where you are? Or are you lost?" He asked, a smirk evident in his voice.

"I'm near Stonehaven," I said simply.

"This ok, luv?" the taxi driver asked.

"Who's that?" Logan asked sharply in my ear.

I covered my phone, and looked out the window. "Yeah, drop me here. I'll walk up."

The driver frowned. "You sure?"

I nodded and opened the door, slinging my bag over my shoulder. "Thanks. How much do I owe you?"

He shook his head. "Nothing. I'm off duty." He smiled at me and I beamed back.

"Thanks!" I climbed out and shut the door.

"JO! Jo, god damn it! Answer me!" Logan's voice shouted through my phone.

"Sheesh, calm down," I said, walking up the drive. Damn it's a long way.

"Who was that?" He demanded. I smiled and said nothing. "Who was he? Did you hitch a lift?"

"Maybe," I said.

He growled. "You got in the car with a stranger?"

"Yes, I did," I stated. I really did get in a car with a stranger when you think about it.

"ARE YOU NUTS?" he screamed.

I laughed. "Logan, I got a cab. That's why I was in a car with a stranger."

He growled. "That wasn't funny Jo."

"I thought it was. Look, I'm hanging up. I'm back now."

Before he could reply, I hung up and opened the front door. "Hello?" I called out. I stepped in and shut the door. When no one replied I looked around. Huh. No ones in.

I walked into the kitchen and managed to find some bacon. I managed to make a bacon sandwich and only burning myself five times. A new record! As I munched, I saw a note on the fridge.

Clay and I have gone for a run. Jeremy's visiting Jamie. Be safe. Don't burn down the house, Elena.

Huh. Guess I'm on my own.

Once I'd finished eating, I ran upstairs in my room and changed out of the skirt and strappy top. Instead, I changed into a pair of jogging bottoms and pulled on a white Tee.

I headed over to my laptop and blasted a playlist I created on YouTube. Ah, Bowling For Soup. Haven't listened to them in ages.

'High School Never Ends' came on and I started singing out loud.

"Four years you think for sure. That's all you've got to endure!

All the total dicks, All the stuck up chicks!

So superficial, so immature!"

I started dancing around, jumping up and banging my head.

"Then when you graduate,

Ya take a look around and you say 'Hey wait!'

This is the same as where I just came from,

I thought it was over, Aw that's just GREAT.

The whole damn world is just as obsessed,

With who's the best dressed and who's having sex

Who's got the money. Who gets the honey's.

Who's kinda cute and who's just a mess."

I jumped up and down, spinning round, banging my head. And that's when I noticed someone stood in the doorway.

"Shit!" I cried, tripping over my feet and landing on the floor. I stood up quickly and turned my music down. "What are doing?" I demanded, turning to face Logan.

He smirked and crossed his arms, leaning against the door jam. "Nice dance moves. Didn't know you could sing either."

I glared and walked up to him. I pushed against his chest, shoving him away. "Go away. I don't want to talk to you." I tried to slam my door shut, but he stuck his hand in the way, stopping it. Damn werewolf super strength. Why does he get to be stronger than me?

"What's up with you?" he asked, shoving the door back open, and barging past me.

"Nothing! I just want to be left alone!" I cried, watching in horror as he made himself comfortable on my bed. "Do you mind?"

He smiled, showing his teeth. "Not at all."

I growled at him. "Out. Now."

He thought about it for a minute and then shook his head. "I don't think so."

I growled and laid down on my window seat. We were silent for a few minutes before I asked, "You gonna leave yet?"

"Nope," he answered. It was silent again until he asked, "How was your day?"

"Fine," I grunted.

"That's it? Fine?" he asked, sitting up and looking at me. I looked out the window.

"Yep." It was raining. Not really hard, but not really light either. Just...normal.

"Make any new friends?" He was probably trying sound uninterested, but I could totally hear the intrigue in his voice.

"Yup."

I could see the frown on his head even though I wasn't looking, too. "Who?"

I smiled slightly, but sighed, "Well, there's Matt, Leo and Pogue." He growled lightly, so lightly that I had to strain to hear. "Then Callum, Jack, Martin and Alex."

"All guys?" He asked, his voice incredulous. "You didn't make a single female friend?"

I shook my head. "Nope. I get on better with guys."

"Great," he muttered.

"Huh?" I asked, pretending I didn't hear.

I turned to face him and he shook his head. "Nothing. So, how did you get home?"

"Got a train."

"A train? You got on a train?" He all but shouted.

I rolled my eyes. "What? Now I can't get on a train? What is it? Afraid it might blow up or run off track?"

He growled at me and went to say something when a door down stairs banged open and someone shouted, "LOGAN NICHOLAS DANVERS! GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANCE!"

Oh shit. I glanced over at Logan to see the same expression on his face. Then he saw my one. Which had changed into one of pure terror.

He glared, his blue eyes flashing. "What did you do?"

I winced and then edged closer to the window. "I may – may! – have said something about Evie," I muttered the last part.

"You did what?" He whispered harshly.

"LOGAN! HERE NOW! DON'T MAKE ME COME UP THERE!"

He growled and rubbed a hand over his face. "I am so dead!"

I shrugged and quickly scrambled up. "Look, it's not that bad. I mean, what's the big deal? So what? You have a girlfriend! Why is-"

"It is a big deal!" He shouted. Next thing I knew he was stood in front of me, one hand on my shoulder, the other forcing me to look up at him. "Because I'm a werewolf, it's dangerous to be close to people, especially with a girlfriend. And thanks to YOU I'm dead!"

"LOGAN! NOW!" Shit, was that Clay?

Logan growled at me, before shoving me away and stomping downstairs. I picked myself up off the floor and rubbed the back of my head. Stupid werewolf strength! He had shoved me so hard I'd hit the wall and bounced off. Bastard. He deserves whatever punishment he gets.

I sat down on the desk chair and turned my music back on. I could hear the shouting downstairs, but I ignored it as much as I could. Twenty minutes later I heard Kat come in and laugh at Logan, then she ran upstairs and, lucky me, burst into my room. Joy.

"Jooo! Never guess what I got you!" She sang, dumping about 6 bags on my bed.

I groaned. "You bought me something?" I swivelled round and straddled the chair.

She nodded and I could see a smile on her face, she skipped, literally, to me and handed a plain black bag to me. I gingerly put my hand in and pulled out a huge box. A picture of a docking station was on the front. I frowned.

"Why did you buy me a docking station? I don't have an iPod," I said, placing the box on the desk. When I turned back round, she was holding out a small plastic case to me. Which had a dark blue iPod in it.

"Holy shit!" I gasped. "You bought me an iPod? Why?"

She shrugged and shoved it in my hands. "Felt like it."

I sighed, but opened it up. "Well, thanks anyway. Although I wish you would stop buying me stuff."

She grinned. "Not a snowballs chance in hell." She walked back over to the bed, picked up one bag and then headed for the door. "Well, I'm heading in for the night. See ya tomorrow."

"Wait! What about your other-"

"They are yours," she said over her shoulder, shutting my door behind her.

"Kat!" I shouted after her. All I heard though was her laughing as she headed up to her room.

I groaned, placed the iPod on the desk and slowly made my way to the bed, eyeing the bags. Maybe they're booby-trapped. You never know. I slowly opened one and then jumped back, yelping. Holy Mother of toast!

Why did she buy me that? I carefully pulled it out of the bag and held it up to myself. Oi. When would I ever where this? I mean seriously! I wear the lingerie she picked out for me only because my other undergarments that I picked just 'happened' to disappear.

My door opened and I spun round to see Logan stood there. He slowly looked me over and then his eyes widened and his jaw fell. Shit. I was still holding the corset and joint garter up! I quickly shoved it in the bag and then sat on it.

"Not, a word," I said darkly to Logan.

Instead of the smirk I thought I would get he nodded and then stuttered, "I- uh, um, am g-going to, uh, leave. Bra. I mean, bye!" Then he slammed my door shut and ran to his room.

I was too stunned to laugh. What the hell is Kat up to?