Blaire.

So far you loved Fiona and Melony. Fiona was sarcastic and Melony was like a sugar cookie. The two of you were catching you up on the La Push gossip. Basically the who's dating who thing.

"So what were you doing by the smexy new guy and Jacob Black?" Melony questioned trying to hide her smile while you tried not to spit your soda out.

"Okay the new boy's my brother, and Jacob is just a pal not even a friend. Oh and EW!"

"One, just because he's younger than me and your brother doesn't mean he's off limits. Two, who says pal anymore." Fiona smirked

"Ew, ew, and um ew." You said while they laughed.

"Uh-oh here comes trouble." Melony sang.

"Who's trouble?" you asked.

"More like which is trouble." Fiona rolled her eyes as two guys pulled up chairs on each side of you.

"Um, hi?" you asked, more like questioned.

"Hey, oh my god guys guess what? LEAVE!" Fiona said in a preppy voice.

"No, not now I want to get to know your friend." He smirked looking you up and down in typical bad boy fashion.

"To bad I don't want to know another man whore." You smiled sweetly returning to your fries while Fiona was screaming 'damn' and Melony crying.

"You know you want this." He sang in your ear.

Really?

"I would spell this out but you may not be able to comprehend what I'm saying. I don't want you. Dude, I don't even know you and you're trying to get some." You rolled your eyes.

"This is one of the many chicks you won't get." Guy#2 said.

"I know right he acts like a player but we all know he's a virgin." Melony laughed while guy #1 turned as red as your ketchup.

"I gotta go." He said quickly getting up as the rest of you roared with laughter.

"Now you see why you two are labeled the mean bitches." Guy who stayed at the table laughed.

"Oh, I'm Donny." He smiled as you shook his extended hand.

"Blaire."

As the bell rang the the girls and you walked out to gym.

"Donny likes yoooooooooooooou." Melony sang to you the whole way to gym, in the locker rooms, and now you were walking to class and it was continuing.

"SHUT THE FULK UP!" Fiona, who had been silent the whole time, finally broke. Yeah, the whole class looked at her and Melony and you cracked up.

"Not funny." She mumbled as you guys sat down.

"Okay class today we are going to try to get you moving since you are living in the fattest generation." Says the fat pot belly gym teacher. Don't you hate when fat people tell you to run, when they are the real ones in need.

"Team captains are Fiona, who seems to be loud today. And Jacob who seems extra quiet." He smiled meanly.

Fiona hopped up eagerly and was told to pick boy girl.

"Nick" she called and her voice seemed competitive and determined.

"She competitive..." you whispered to Melony.

She laughed bitterly, "Just watch."

"Blaire." Jacob called

You groaned to yourself since you wanted to be on Fiona's team, and why you? Did Byron leave out the fact that you didn't enjoy fitness?

Your team was picked and the game started, this was the point where you were glad you were on Jacob's team. They guys were whipping the ball mercilessly at the people who dared to stand in the front. You were in the back trying not to participate.

A ball was whipped at your lefty side and you dodged it effortlessly while Jacob ran drenched in sweat by you.

"How are you sweating, we've been playing for ten minutes?"

"It's called participation; here get the bitch out, or aka Fiona." Okay this is the second person to call Fiona and Melony bitches, really? They were normal and nice to you.

Taking the ball you saw some random dude dodging balls, and you realized who was the last guy left. Rolling your eyes you walked to the middle and threw the ball at his knees.

"OUT! TEAM JACOB WINS! (me: ha-ha had to make that reference)" the weird coach cheered, really people it was just dodge ball. But apparently it was more than a game to Fiona, since she looked pissed.

"UGH! We would have won if you hadn't participated, and you actually tried instead of purposely getting out." She ranted as you three walked to study hall which you all had different teachers.

Walking in the dismal room you took a seat near the side. You turned your iPod on and started working. See, you're weird. You can't concentrate in silence, there has to be some noise.

"No iPods in class." Jacob whispered taking the earplugs out your, well ears.

"No talking Mr. Black." The teacher said, and you smirked.

Are you friends with Fiona and Melony?

The note tossed on your desk by, I'm guessing, Jacob.

Yeah, and if you tell me not to be friends with them cause their bad and blah blah blah, I'll PMS on you and you don't want that

Geez, can't people mind their own business. What does he care? And who passes notes anymore, hello it's called texting.

I'm just saying they're bad news

Really?

You sound like the overprotective best friend in a cliché movie, please stop.

He passed you another note afterwards but you ignored him and turned up the volume. Let's see if Lady GaGa can help you through this period.

Byron.

You had been furious and thinking all through the day, yes thinking I'm surprised to. Slamming your locker you ran out the building before Jacob or any of the pack could get near Blaire. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. You just ended up putting Blaire in danger. Yes she says the whole I can take care of myself thing, but who can take on the supernatural? You saw Blaire talking with some girls and turning the truck on.

"Hey how- WATCH WHERE YOUR GOING MO' FO- school." She said after slamming her horn on the car that stopped in the middle of the crowded parking lot.

"Eh, same old same old."

"Same old same old means you got detention didn't you?"

"Apparently I can't text during study hall, or back talk a teacher."

"Smooth."

"I know."

You walked up to the apartment and turned your phone off. It has been buzzing since you left the car. You knew Sam was holding an important meeting on the baby bloodsucker and pregnant girl, but you wanted no part in them anymore. But could you really avoid guys in your school; one is basically in every class with you.

"Hey Byron come here!!" Blaire yelled over her booming iPod, which was bound to get complaints from neighbors sooner or later.

"What?" It's hard to think with Tik Tok singing and your sister asking you for favors. How did I know it was a favor? Lucky guess.

"Hey can you do me a favor?"

Told ya.

"No."

"Come on, I just needs you to watch the spaghetti while I get a Christmas tree." She pleaded.

"Isn't Christmas in, like a month?"

"It's December 4th." She said as if it was obvious. Lately you've had more important things on your mind but this was usually all you could think of.

"Oh, right yeah, do whatever you got to do." You said rubbing your hand over your face.

"Okay bye!"

Silence at last.

…

I need to get out of here.

Blaire.

You didn't know where the Christmas trees were, but come on you were surrounded by them. Unless these people are major tree huggers.

You drove for about ten minutes in a random direction until you saw some outside this little shop. Hopping out you wrapped your scarf tighter around your neck and started inspecting.

"Can I help you little lady."

Dude, I'm taller than you.

"Yeah, looking for the best tree." You smiled

"I just got one in you'll like, over 'ere." He waved you forward and spit a sunflower seed inches from your shoes.

How classy.

The guy did know his trees, because it was perfect. The next problem was getting it on top of the Range since it won't fit inside. The guy was about to try, but this guy was at least 60 years old and you didn't want him to pull a muscle.

"Need some help?" you heard somebody laugh.

Turning around you saw Donny from earlier.

"Hey, the help will be much appreciated." You smiled

The two of you lifted it up successfully and you went into the little shop to pay.

"Follow me, I'll ring you up."

"You work here?"

"No, I just spend my free time here and act like I work here." He smiled sarcasm in every word.

"Ooooooh, that like totally makes, like sense, ya know." You said in you Barbie voice while twirling your hair.

"$75.58." he laughed and you gave him your visa.

"Thanks I'll see you later." You waved and walked out the store.

In the car you looked at the receipt and saw his number. Hm, I might just call him back.

Jacob.

Sam had asked you to go find Byron, probably because by now everybody knew Blaire might be your imprint.

You didn't want to go wolf, you knew if Bryon had brains he wouldn't be there so you went to his condo, apartment whatever you want to call it.

As you parked your car you saw Blaire, just standing and looking at her car. Confused you walked over.

"Boo!" you screamed in her ear.

"Shit!" she jumped back, rolling her eyes when she sees you.

"Hello to you to." You smiled, man it's fun to annoy her.

"Hey, do you think you could help me carry this Christmas tree to my room?" and you swore she put on puppy dog eyes.

"Fine."

"Yeah, alright I can take the front, and you can… oh you got it." She said as you effortlessly carried the hundred pound tree into the building.

"You on steroids?" she laughed opening the entrance door.

"Sure, don't tell." You joked.

You carried it to the room and set it down near the T.V. For a minute you almost forgot why you were here, since the two of you had been laughing so much.

"Hey, is Byron here. He was supposed to meet us an hour ago."

"Um, yeah he's in the shower right now. I can tell him you came." She said and started wrapping ribbon around the tree.

"Hey, the food is done…why the hell is he here?!" Byron said coming out his room.

"Um, he helped me bring the tree in and I thought he was your friend so I let him in."

"Can we talk?" you begged.

"No, out my house."

"Please, let me explain."

"Fine, my room." He mumbled.

"Wow, I never thought I'd see the day Byron turned gay!" Blaire screamed as he shut the door.

"Look, I can't control who I imprint on it's not my choice." You started; you knew this would be hard since he's still new to the whole werewolf thing.

"But you can stay away from her right."

"No, it's complicated. We're soul mates now and I feel like I have to see her." Byron rolled his eyes at your response.

"How do you know she's your imprint, you thought Bella was yours and she sat up and sex with a vampire, used you when Ed or something was gone, and chose another guy over you. Twice." He said and you couldn't control your emotions. So you punched him.

Hard.

He looked at you and spit the blood on the floor and tackled you to the ground. He punched you hard in the jaw and you flipped him over and gave him a black eye. You don't know how long you two were fighting until you heard Blaire yell.

"STOP IT! DAMMIT GET OFF!" she screamed and grabbed you off Byron.

"OH MY GOD!" she screamed seeing Byron's blood covered face.

You didn't know how to react, you honestly didn't believe you had just done that, it wasn't you. The whole experience felt like a blur.

You looked around the room and saw it was empty. Walking into the living room you saw Byron on a stool with Blaire cleaning up the blood.

"Stay up buddy, come on we're going to the hospital." She said lightly slapping his cheek to keep him up.

She walked into the room that you were and seeing you, you honestly thought she was about to pounce you.

You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing was coming out. There was really nothing you could say. For a few moments she just looked at you, and then walked out with Byron. Nothing was said, but no words were needed for you to feel ten times worse.

Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me, is a lie.