Hai!!

Well, I'm officially on a chocolate high! My stomach hurts from all the chocolate I've eaten in the past two days. Ughhhhh.

My stomach ache is no excuse for a crappy chapter, but I'm really sorry, this chapter isn't as good as the last. I hope the next one will be better! I'm trying the hardest that I can, considering that I'm completely new at this and I barely know how to work this thing and my stomach hurts really badly . . . .

I had my first case of writer's block today. It was extremely frustrating and I sat there and ate chocolate and thought and thought and thought and made it through my writer's block just barely, in which case adds another stupid excuse to my excuse list which explains why this chapter is kind of crappy.

It's a cycle. Writer's block + eating chocolate to get rid of the writer's block + stomach ache obtained from eating chocolate to get rid of writer's block = crappy chapter. O.o I scare myself sometimes.

Playlist For Chapter:

Control - Metro Station
Fly On The Wings Of Love (Techno Mix) - DJ Cookie


I could almost see the waves of heat that rushed off both Paul and Embry, who were glaring at each other with bared teeth.

Why would Paul be angry? What had Embry done? Nothing to me, that was for certain. Anger rumbled through my own system. I didn't want to be protected, I didn't need to be protect, and I sure as heck wasn't going to let Paul punch Embry for no good reason.

I could barely feel my own actions through my blind emotions. With fear, I thrust Jules into Quil's open arms, and I stood up behind Embry. With a burst of rage and determination, I grabbed his shoulder, and ripped him out of Paul's grasp. With a giant ripping sound, his shirt was ripped and spilt, and some of the fabric was still in Paul's fist. I pushed Embry behind me, now that he was free, and I could feel the determination swell in my heart and in my head, along with the only self control I had at the moment.

"Put the fabric down," I told Paul, holding my hands palms up, most of my anger slipping away suddenly when I looked at his bared teeth and shaking fist. "C'mon Paul, put it down."

At once I knew I had just grabbed the bull by it's horns, and I knew I shouldn't have. My hands were suddenly shaking too, and I just prayed that I could calm him down enough to just pull him away and talk to him alone.

Paul's fist slowly opened, and the fabric fell to the ground. He locked eyes with me, and I could clearly see his anger, his rage, his fury. The rage and fury melted from his eyes, and he slowly stopped shaking.

"Sorry," he spat through his still clenched teeth. "I'll be right back." And with that, he bolted toward the trees, only stopping to look back at Embry and bare his teeth once more.

"Wait, Paul," Rachel said as she went flying after him. All I could see was black hair and russet skin before she disappeared into the trees.

"Paul!" I cried, staggering a few steps forward. "Rachel!"

I felt a hot hand grab my shoulder. "Leave him be. He'll cool off. Rachel will help him."

I whipped around and at once was faced with Embry. I felt my eyes widen, and I slowly nodded, almost all of my emotions whispering away to nothing. All I could do was stare into Embry's beautiful eyes.

They were darker around the very edge of the iris's, and the closer to the pupil, the lighter it got. They seemed to sparkle love and happiness toward me, and I felt like I was the only one in his sight.

Someone coughed, and I felt my cheeks burn. I looked down at my feet, avoiding Embry's captivating gaze.

"He'll calm down, don't worry, sweetie," My father said from over the fire. "He lets his temper get the best of him sometimes."

"He was just protecting you two, Trisha, Jules," Emily said, her hair swinging over her shoulder. "Though there was no need for protecting."

"He needs to learn some control," Jacob grumbled.

I sighed, nodding my head. "You're right there," I agreed.

The world seemed to suddenly get darker as the sun disappeared. The sky was still lit with some of the beautiful colors, but it just seemed less enchanting now.

I slowly sat back down–Quil and the rest of them kept telling me that Paul would come back–and Jules flung herself into my lap again. Embry sat on one side of me, and there was a space for Rachel and Paul to sit in on the other side. Jules clung to me, but she was staring at Embry.

"Okay, so what were we doing before Paul went nuts?" Seth asked, his childish face grinning.

"We were asking how Trisha liked La Push," Quil answered. I then noticed that Claire was in Quil's lap again. Jules was grinning at her, and she was grinning back.

"And I answered," I told them, laughing.

Time seemed to fly by; it was very dark, the only light was coming from the burning fire, when Paul and Rachel rejoined us. Paul seemed back to his normal self, but every so often he would give Embry a dirty look, and Embry would raise his eyebrows in return. Magic and friendship seemed to sparkle through our circle, and everyone had forgotten about Paul's outburst.

There were no stars out, either. Clouds always loomed over us, but didn't pour down any torrents of rain. The wind often blew by, and made me shiver and hug Jules closer to me.

"What time is it?" I finally asked Paul after what seemed like hours, looking down at Jules. The poor child was completely asleep. Her lips trembled dreamily, and every once in awhile she would twitch.

"Probably about eleven," Paul replied.

"Jeez, we should get back home," I told him.

"Yeah, I guess your right," Paul said to me. Then louder, he said, "Hey, Dad. You coming home?"

My father sighed and slowly stood up, and I could hear his cracking bones from here. "Yes. I think if I sit there any longer I'll never get back up!"

"Aw, your leaving?" Embry asked.

I nodded toward Jules. "She's probably really cold."

Embry's lower lip pouted out. "Okay. I'll see you around some time, though, right?"

"I'll see you all around. You all are the only friends I've got," I told him, and the rest of the gang.

"Thanks," Kim said, grinning at me.

"See you!" Leah exclaimed as Paul and I made our way around the circle, and to my father's side.

"'Bye!" Paul and I sang together. We laughed, and then followed my father, who waved and then was making his way toward the dark shadowed trees. They had before looked safe and inviting; now they looked haunted. I clutched Jules tighter to my chest.

As we were making our way toward my father's old truck–that was how we had gotten here in the first place–I whispered, "Paul, you are explaining why you almost hit Embry."

"In the morning?" Paul asked.

"In the morning," I agreed, yawning suddenly.


See? It's kind of crappy. If you don't think so, yay!! If you do, please just deal with me, and hopefully the next one will be better!!

One more thing before I go; I have an idea for another story (YAY!) but I'm not sure if I should post it or not. Should I? Shouldn't I? Feedback would be loved so much!!

Review please; they make me write better and faster!!