Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Twilight series by SMeyer. This is written for entertainment purposes only and no profit is obtained.

H-o-l-y shit. This chapter sucks. I don't even know what else to say. It's just really horrible. So many people said my last one was great. This one is boring, it's slow, and it's not even until the end that it gets even decent. Kim is such a hard-nosed bitch, though. She doesn't believe a damn word Jared says. Which I'm down with. About the only decent thing in this chapter.

To Gold angel 1121: Yes! Alien babies! Seriously, I am in love with the Aliens movie. I was watching them when I was like…8. I was DOWN with them. You will find me making references to several of my fav horror movies. I would go to horror movie raves if I knew where any were. I'm so DOWN with them. Yeah. Anyway. I like alien babies. They're my friends. I feel so strange right now. Thanks for the review!

To Leah – lost: Okay, honestly, I agree totally. A lot of people thought I did great but I seriously didn't like it. It was just a spur of the moment thing. No thought to it. It could've been done better. But Paul's a pussy sometimes so he just freaked out and proposed. Not the brightest crayon in the box, ya know? Your review was HILARIOUS by the way. I read the part about Jared and just burst out laughing.

To x. Clo .x: Aw! Thanks! I love making people laugh. And when your reviews make me laugh I feel like I'm on cloud nine. Which is exactly how your review made me feel! Thanks so much for the wonderful review!

To anna heyd: Bleh. Being a girl kind of sucks sometimes. People expect too much. Why can't I sit with my legs open or burp at the table? So unfair. But thanks for the opinion! I think I toned it down a lot in this crappy chapter you're about to read. Glad you laughed! Laughing forms crow's feet but they're the most beautiful signs of aging in the word!

To uncontrolable ranter: OMFG, I have no idea what to do with the bonfire. I'm freaking out right now. I have some ideas. Lenny is sick, you know, and Embry is going to be pissed off. I mean, he waited a long ass time to get Lenny on board the Embry-ship and now Paul is trying to be a little piss monster. Embry is NOT gonna be down with that. Uh uh. Not at ALL. So yeah. If you like a badass, wtf Embry then you'll like the next chapter. After this crappy one.

To Embry a.k.a. Krys's Lover: I know! I'm feeling really sad right now! I lubs Embry, ya know? Who doesn't? He's so shy and sweet and…friends with the ever obnoxious Quil and Jacob. I think about the only mistake he's ever made in his whole life. The other day I read his profile on the Twilight wiki and I got a little teary-eyed. He had NO dad and he won't tell his mommy that he's a wolfie! I felt super bad for him! Who can he confide in! SMeyer didn't even make him IMPRINT, LIKE WTF! Agh. Sometimes that woman…I'm sure in another one of my fics he'll be the bomb. Girls will be flocking to him like he's some kind of pimp. I'm sure of it.

To AZ Idol Fan: Honest to God I am in love with Quil. He would be like, my best friend EVER. I know I'm a girl but I love talking dirty and being all perverted so I think me and him would be like friggin besties. I hate being all girlish and doing toes. I want to get down and dirty and talk about all the sexual gossip. I think I was male in all my other lives. But yes, Quil is the shizzle in my nizzle. In everybody's nizzle, me thinks. Of course, Jake is like DA BOM, but everybody already knew that. Thanks a thousand for the review! You are so diligent!

To aj 1990: Thanks so much for the review! Don't worry, Embry is NOT going down without a fight. He's too badass for that.

To platowasa bore: Hey there! I love hearing from you so much it's insane! I wasn't quite sure what to do with Kim's dad but I decided to make him in on the secret. I mean, it's clear that Quil Sr. and Billy Black and Harry Clearwater were all on the council and knew about the wolves thing, so I just assumed that everyone on the council would know. And I can't imagine there's only 3 council members so I threw a few more in there, thus Kim's dad came into play. I'll bet he's gonna freak when he finds out a wolfie imprinted on his DAUGHTER. Lenny power to all!

To Eskimo Ba by: I'm glad you liked the ending. It's good to hear reassurances on parts that I didn't particularly like! Poor Lenny is sick though. How is she going to deal with that kind of stress? I'd probably just faint to get out of the situation. I'm a loozer.

To Mori kumo: Thanks so much! I'm stunned that you like it so much you use caps. Seriously, caps is for intense emotion, ya know? I figured the Paul/Lenora thing would irritate a number of people because lots of them are against OC's but I think it was just something that needed to be done to help the story progress to its fullest. I hope it doesn't bother you, or that you'll stop reading if something gets weird between them. It's hard to keep the rhythm going through different chapters, so the relationship might seem particularly annoying sometimes. There's nothing I hate more than generic, Mary-Sue-ish OC's which is something I try not to make anyone, canon or not. Can't say I succeed all the time. If you have any constructive criticism then please do tell, since you are kind of an outside source that has a previously neutral outlook and can see the goods and bads. Thanks again!

Wow. So many people to answer. Read on, my friends! So that you can get to the next one which is a lot better, I promise on my soul!

The Purple Sea Lion

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"Are you insane?"

"Lenny—"

"Lenny? My name is Lenora to you, buddy. What kind of a joke is that!?" Lenora looked furious. Through her sickness I could anger and humiliation in her eyes. She thought—or maybe she knew—that he was fooling around with her.

"Joke? It's not a joke! I saw your face—"

"And what? You suddenly saw the light? Bullshit, Paul. Bullshit. You got a lot of nerve saying something like in front of everybody." Lenora glared. Paul didn't even glance at the large array of eyes staring at the spectacle.

"Fuck them."

"I don't need to worry about that. You probably already have." Lenora spat, shoving by him and storming out of the classroom.

Silence reigned for a long moment.

"Lenora…" I heard Paul mumble.

"Yeah, Lenora, my ass." Lenora kept getting fucked over. Lenora kept getting played. Lenora was also currently sick and probably dying in the bathroom. "I don't know what you're playing at but you are so fucked up. Like, fucked up to a point of not even being capable of understanding. I know you guys don't get along, but to go that far…you're a pig."

It was my turn to storm out of the room now, and I went in the general direction of Lenora. There were only so many bathrooms in the school and she had gone in the direction where only one could be. I didn't need any distractions, but Jared decided to make another appearance.

"Your friend is kind of annoying. I mean, I didn't do anything to her and she kept on butting in."

"Listen, Jared, I'm really glad that you're all looking for me and shit, but your douche bag of a friend just made mine upset beyond belief. So why don't you go beat him over the head while I look for Lenora and make sure she's not dying. Capiche?"

"You mean Paul?" Jared asked in surprise, his eyes widening.

"Yeah, I mean Paul. What other douche bag do you know of?"

"He and Lenora again?" Jared asked me.

"Yes. I have to go!" I gritted out, turning and stomping down the hallway.

"Wait! Wait, one more thing!"

"Oh my God!" I said loudly, flipping around. "What!?"

"I just wanted to apologize…for yesterday. I didn't mean to get so angry. I was just being really defensive and—" He was unconsciously rubbing the toe of his tennis shoe against the linoleum floor and his eyes wouldn't meet mine.

"It's okay." I interrupted blandly. "I just assumed you were a dickwad. It was my mistake."

"If I had known how badly other people saw me—"

"Oh, you have no idea how people see you." I chuckled breathlessly.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing."

"Kim!"

"Ugh, I'll tell you later! I have to go!" I turned back around but Jared grabbed my shoulder and turned me around again. If I hadn't been so sure my hand was going to break I would've hit him in the face.

"You promise?" He asked me seriously.

"Yes."

"Promise?"

"I do!"

"Say it!"

"What are we, three!? I promise. Now let go!"

"Okay. Bye!" He smiled and released me, and thoroughly offended, surprised, and horrified I darted to the bathroom at the end of the hallway.

There was a sink running and I considered it being some girl doing her make-up really fast until I saw Lenora leaning over it and washing out her mouth. She glanced at me blandly.

"Vomit tastes really disgusting, just so you know." She grumbled, turning off the water.

"Yeah, I know, thanks." I snorted, getting some paper towels and running them under the water. "Are you okay?"

"No. I would vomit some more but there isn't anything left to throw up other than my intestines. I guess I'm good for now." Lenora said sarcastically.

"It looks like Paul has taken a liking to you." I said with a chuckle.

"Funny. Just shoot me now, then."

"I wasn't kidding when I told you that."

"I should've known better. You are completely incapable of lying, after all. It was just hard to believe that Jared is so fucking strange so suddenly."

"Dare I say it, looks like Paul's on the same shit he is? Did you see the way his face changed? It was like some serious drug hallucinations or something." I said.

"Marry him? I wouldn't touch him, let alone marry him, or have a conversation with him, and sometimes I can barely stand to look at him!" Lenora grumbled. "Marry him? What a douche. And what a trick to play at seven-thirty in the morning on a sick, defenseless teenage girl."

"He couldn't have known, right? That you like him?"

"Maybe." Lenora shrugged, glaring into the mirror. "But we never talk about it, I never mention it. He must be so fucking incredibly observant it's disgusting if he did know."

"Hm." I said. "Well let's take you to the nurse's office so you can throw up all over her."

"Sounds like fun." Lenora laughed weakly and I grabbed her things and helped her to the office. The nurse ran her temperature, found it too high to be running around school, and called her mother to pick her up. She argued with her mom for a little while before agreeing to be picked up. "You can go back to class."

"And deal with that situation? Yeah, right." I snorted. "I'll take my dear sweet time, thank you."

"So what do you think they're playing?" Lenora asked me, as she laid down on the uncomfortable benches they had in the small nurse's office.

"Who?"

"Jared and Paul?"

"I don't know. I try not to dwell on it too much. It's rather clever for them. I hope if I play 'fuck off' enough they eventually will."

"Jared looks like he really is infatuated with you. It must be a really well thought-out plan." Lenora coughed.

"Who knows? I could understand Paul being a douche to you but Jared didn't even notice me until yesterday after spending a whole lifetime together virtually. Maybe Paul made Jared do it first so it wouldn't look like he had set it up."

"You're giving them too much credit, Kim. They're both dumb shits. It's something else entirely. Something I am totally not in the mood to deal with. You want to come home with me?"

"And catch your sickness, too? No thanks." I snorted. "I guess I'll just suffer through another day without you."

"Sorry."

"Just get better. School has never been so boring without my best friend to suffer through it with me. That and you have a date with Embry this weekend. Can't be sick for that, you know?"

"If I can ever look at a male the same way again, then yeah, that would suck." Lenora said sarcastically. The nurse walked in telling her to get her things and with a weak smile and a wish for her to get better she left to go catch a ride with her mom. The nurse wrote me a note that excused my absence and sent me back to my first period class.

I was dreading it. Absolutely dreading it. For almost ten minutes I just stood staring at the door. If I entered would Paul make a scene? Hell, would Jared make one? Now that there were two of them who knew the damage that they could do?

But I had to go in eventually. It wouldn't be very flattering for the bell to ring and everyone try to rush only to find me standing there like a moron. So I opened the wooden door and stepped into the classroom, handing the note to Mr. Bunt and making my way to my seat. From my peripheral vision as I passed by Paul I saw him looking visibly upset, his eyes flickering to the doorway constantly like he expected a panda wearing a whore costume to enter and start dancing the salsa. In other words, he looked alert and miserable all at the same time. Quite a feat.

Jared, still being Jared-ish, or in other words strange and stalker-like, relaxed and smiled widely at me as I sat down. I ignored him to pull out a notebook and look like I was taking notes. I just doodled random pictures. Most of them involved me killing Paul in horrible ways. I especially liked the one where I shoved him off a cliff.

The bell rang and I ignored going to my locker just to avoid seeing Jared. Seriously, I needed a break from the guy. He was like a golden retriever that hadn't fetched anything but kept coming back anyway. But fourth period came sooner than I hoped, and while I wasn't surprised, I was irritated when I saw Jared waiting by my desk. The guy, in a single day, had memorized absolutely everything about me.

"Kim. You look kind of sick." Nice way to greet me.

"Maybe I'm getting what Lenora has." I said blandly, sitting down. I kind of wished I hadn't. Jared absolutely towered over my seated form. I felt vulnerable in a way I never had before.

"Should you go to the nurse? I can take you."

"It's not a big deal. I feel fine." I didn't mention that I was just thoroughly pissed, and totally confused, among several other minor emotions.

"Your health is a huge deal, Kim. Are you sure?" Jared asked me worriedly, his face contorted into the most perfect mask of concern.

"Yes. What did you need?"

"I wanted to talk to you about Lenora and Paul."

"Oh, no. Let's not."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm probably going to blow a gasket."

"Are you mad at him?"

"I've been mad at Paul Lansing since kindergarten. No big surprise there."

"He didn't know that she was sick."

"How in the hell could he not know!? Did he look at her face? She was flushed, her voice was nasally. I knew he was a dumb shit, but that bad?" I scoffed.

"There's certain things that take place that…we don't notice other things other than that specific object. Sometimes, to our disadvantage, we don't even notice things about that thing we're fascinated with. Sometimes our obliviousness can hurt them or in the case of Lenora make us not realize their condition."

I stared at Jared with wide eyes.

"What in the fuck did you just say?" I wondered.

"I'm sorry. I've said too much—"

"Au contraire, you didn't say enough. What kind of riddle talk was that?" I asked irritably.

"I was kind of out of my element." Jared chuckled nervously. Huh.

"That or the drugs talking." I grumbled. "Look, can we talk after school, where there aren't so many people and class isn't about to start."

"Sure!" Ugh. Can you say golden retriever a thousand and one times?

Jared gratefully left my seat and returned to his, beaming beside a disgruntled and upset looking Paul. Ha. I would've laughed if I wasn't so furious.

Lunch I had never been so immensely grateful for. I collapsed beside Embry with a grateful sigh.

"Lenora's sick."

"I know."

"How do you know?" I asked suspiciously.

"She called me yesterday. She said she didn't know if she'd be in school today."

"Oh. She called you, huh?" I snickered. "So you really did make a move on Lenny, huh?" I grinned, nudging Embry in the side. It didn't do a lot of good since I was so un-muscled and he was like…a young brick wall. That didn't mean he couldn't act like a teenage boy though, and blush wildly like he did.

"Uh…yeah…"

"You know where you're taking her?"

"A movie. I don't know what she likes though. I was going to let her pick."

"You should choose beforehand. She likes men who make decisions." That wasn't a total lie.

"Oh. Okay." Embry smiled. "What kind of movies does she like?"

"I do recall her being an avid horror fan." I smiled back.

"Really!? She totally didn't strike me as that type."

"Eh. You know Lenny. She's kind of the keep-to-herself type." I snickered inwardly. I would love to be there for that movie. If she acted anything like she did when we went, she'd be hanging onto Embry for dear life. Hehe. She could thank me later.

"Yeah. Great. Do you think that movie Daybreakers would be good?"

"Oh yeah! She'd love that!" I said loudly. Damn it. I really wanted to see that movie. Maybe Lenora could give me a review on it. Yeah, right.

"Awesome. Thanks for the tip."

"No problem." I grinned.

"What's no problem?" Jacob asked, collapsing into a sear across from me.

"Your face." I said.

"Oh, grow up." Jacob said, but he was laughing anyway.

"I was telling Embry which movie to see this weekend." I explained.

"Oh yeah? Which one?" Quil asked.

"Daybreakers."

"Sweet! Let's all go!" Jacob said.

"That movie sounded pretty badass."

"We can't go you guys!" I said loudly, waving my hands.

"Why not?" Quil pouted.

"He's taking Lenora." I said. It took Jacob and Quil a moment to understand until finally they grinned wickedly and nodded.

"I see. You bad boy, you." Quil chuckled, winking at Embry.

"Shut up, you guys." Embry grumbled, glaring at them, and then me, for bringing it up.

"Hey. I had to tell them. You don't want them showing up and ruining everything, do you?"

"They probably will show up anyway." Embry grumbled.

"Nah, man! We care about your teenage relationships. It's important you have a girlfriend. I mean, what's the point to life without one?" Jacob asked.

"Oh really?" I wondered.

"Not like that." Jacob shook his head. "For Embry it's important, because he's a loser otherwise, you know?"

"Ouch. He just burned you." I supplied.

"I know." Embry grunted, glaring at Jacob.

The rest of lunch was pretty much the boys attacking each other, as teenage boys are supposed to every waking moment. I was packing up to leave when Quil grinned at me.

"What?"

"So you're coming to the bonfire tonight?"

"Oh, shit! That's right." I smacked my forehead. "I wish I didn't have to, but I guess."

"You're mean. I specifically invited you and you forgot!" Quil pouted.

"I'm sorry. The past two days have been really stressful." I said.

"It's cool. Just as long as you show up."

"I will, I will." I said.

For the rest of the day I managed to avoid Jared solely by never once going to my locker. I didn't have my book for Algebra, but luckily Mr. Becker didn't require it for any in-class assignments. Unfortunately, I couldn't hide forever.

"Hi, Kim!" Golden retriever. Golden retriever.

"Hi, Jared." I grumbled distastefully, shoving my books into my backpack.

"You said we could talk after school."

"Yeah, about that…" I said, slamming my locker shut and hiking my backpack onto my shoulder. "Let's go somewhere else." So when I kill you there aren't any witnesses. Hehe.

We went outside and back around to the gym side, which would be empty. It was. People cleared out of school pretty fast, and the gymnasium wasn't anywhere near the parking lot or the exit. It was a good place to rant.

"I need to talk to you about this whole following me around bit." I said, clasping my hands together sternly. "You need to stop. And Paul needs to not even start with Lenora. I'm glad that you two think it's so hilarious to do that, but it's not. People are staring, Lenora's offended, and you two are acting plain crazy. I really think it's a good time to stop before this goes any further."

"Kim, I'm not joking. Neither is Paul. Sure we haven't gotten along—"

"Correction. You never even knew me before. How could we have gotten along or not gotten along when we spoke maybe five words our entire lives. Which leads me to a whole new round. What the fuck is up with you guys? This is not the way things should be! You're supposed to ignore me, and Paul and Lenora fight constantly. In some ways I wish it would stay that way, because this confusion makes me want to blow my fucking brains out! Do you understand what this is doing to me!? Two days and I'm ready to blow! If you don't stop it right now I swear to God I will kill someone!"

"Kim…I wish I could tell you but it's too soon—"

"You need to stop it with that too! I don't want to be a part of your drug dealing, or your weapons manufacturing, okay? I want to be a normal teenager. You're not helping that at all. So please, good God please, just leave Lenora and I alone, okay?"

"I can't! Look, I know you don't approve of Paul or me for that matter, but we can't stop it. It just happens. We look at someone and suddenly it's like gravity relates to that person! It's impossible to stop!" Jared said, looking wild and flushed and totally out of his element.

"You're talking crazy! That doesn't happen! It never happens! I've never even heard of such bullshit before!" I argued.

"It's like this supernatural thing that's uncontrollable. It's beyond anyone's power. No one can stop. Once it's done, it's done."

"Jared…we live…in the twenty-first century. We have cars and computers and talking GPS systems. We don't have uncontrollable gravity forces and…and instant like-o-meters, okay? Whatever is going on here it had better stop—"

"But it won't! That's what I'm trying to tell you! There's this force drawing me to you and it's uncontrollable! I hang on every word you say!"

"Okay, then I'm telling you to go away and stay away! You have to listen to me, right? This gravity bullshit makes you listen to me! I fucking command you to go away!" I scoffed. "This is so ridiculous!"

"Fine. I will go away. I thought we could make this work, you know, so that we could both be happy, but it looks like one of us has to be unhappy."

"No, you moron! Just go back to ignoring me, like always! Then we can both be happy again."

"How many times do I have to tell you? I can't stop it! It happened and it is and it's not changing! And if you really want me to get away from you than I will. If it'll make you happy then I will."

I glared at him. He stared at me with a hopeless expression.

"Fine. Let's just pretend that I even slightly, just barely actually believed that this nonsense you're spewing does have some truth, and suddenly you have to listen to me and follow me and all that crap. What happens to you if I tell you to go away?" Why did that not sound good to me and I don't even believe in this shit?

"I…I'm not really sure. No one is. It's never happened before—"

"Aha! So this has happened before, huh?"

"Well, yeah. It's a generational thing…there's more to it but I can't say it now. But usually when this gravity thing happens our subject is pretty…okay with it."

"Okay with it?" I snorted. "That's funny because I'm not okay with it."

"Yeah, I noticed. But Sam warned us, you know? He said that sometimes it wasn't easy and—"

"Sam Uley?"

"Yeah."

"Ha! I knew there was something up! Everybody knows Sam Uley is weird!" I said. Wow. Talk about sounding juvenile.

"That's because nobody understands what he went through." Jared said, his eyes narrowing.

"He never exactly welcomed people to share his problems with. Everybody thought he was freaky after dumping Leah Clearwater. The poor guy—I don't want to talk about Sam Uley. I want to talk about why the hell this is happening!"

"There aren't any clear reasons why. It just does. There's theories but…"

"Tell me some."

"I don't think it's—"

"I don't care what you think, specifically." I glared.

"Alright, fine." He sighed. "The main one is that we imprint in order to make ourselves stronger."

"Imprint? That's what you call it?"

"Yeah."

"To make yourself stronger?"

"Well, yeah. They say when you have something worth fighting for it makes you fight harder."

"What exactly are you fighting?"

"I can't—"

"Let me guess. You can't tell me."

"Not yet."

"When will it be 'yeah yet'?"

"When you actually believe me." He said, giving me an exasperated look.

"Fine. Fair enough. Back to the whole telling-you-to-go-away thing. What do you think would happen if I never spoke to you again and you stopped being a stalker and being generally over-bearing?"

"Uh…I'd rather not."

"Why is that?"

"It's kind of…hard to imagine. I already feel so…nervous and tense whenever I don't see you…if I could never see you again, or talk to you it would be—well…" He shrugged and looked away.

"It's not like you're going to die." I snorted. His look said otherwise. "Bullshit, my friend."

"I'm completely and utterly at your will. It hurts not to see you like I said."

"That's why you're always rushing around looking for me."

"Right." He nodded.

"Ugh. This is so messed up." I sighed. He was smiling. "Assuming I believe it in the first place! I mean, who comes up with this shit?"

"You'll be at the bonfire tonight, right?"

"Unfortunately."

"Then maybe you'll learn something."

"Not likely. The only thing those do to me is make me unbearably bored and miserable." I grumbled.

"I'll be there."

"Let's not assume I want to be around you suddenly or anything." I snorted. "If anything, let's try to put things into perspective. So you looked at me and this uncontrollable gravity thing happened to you. So now you're obsessed with me, following me around, thinking about me, etcetera?"

"Right." He grinned. That was creepy, too.

"And you don't even think it's strange?"

"Nope."

"Okay, then. You can't stop it and it hurts you if you aren't around me."

"Right."

"And you listen to everything I say and do and are pretty much my little dog to do what I please with."

"Yes!" He was grinning again.

"This would be so awesome if it wasn't me." I grumbled. "I want to be a normal teenager, you know."

"Believe me I know. I'm not exactly rainbows and green plains about this. I would leave you alone if I could but I can't. If it would make you happier I would disappear and—"

"If this is going to be even slightly normal you can't like…sacrifice everything just for me. You have to try to have your own will."

"I have my own will, unless you ask me to do something. I'm totally normal and in control until I see you."

"Then you what, drool on the floor? Because sometimes it looks like you'd do just that."

"Well, I can't help it when I see you. Everything about you screams 'perfection' and it drives me up the wall—"

"Okay, we have to stop it with that too. I'm going to lay down some laws. You can't stalk me all the time, as in don't meet me at my lockers and follow me around before and after school like a dog. Also, you have to have some opinions. I don't want you to do what I say because then people get suspicious like I'm black-mailing you or something. And for God's sake, stop making scenes in public. You're not supposed to talk to me, remember?"

"But Kim, I don't care what they think about us."

"Well I do. Normal teenager attempt over here, okay? So no more scenes and confessions of beauty, perfection, or anything related. And no pouting! You have to look like a respectable teenager. I mean, it's bad enough having a six foot, five teenager following me around, but one that's giggling and laughing and pouting and drooling is not helping. Capiche?"

"Okay." He smiled.

"And stop looking so girlish. This is real life, man! People don't go loopy over something so stupid."

"I'm just really glad you're trying to be logical about this and help me out."

"Yeah, well, it's not every day I have someone like you at my command, ready to die if they don't look at me."

"Speaking of that, don't I get some quality time with you?"

"Quality ti—what is wrong with you? No! We are not in any relationship whatsoever."

"But if I can't follow you around or be around you then what about my pain!?"

"Can't you like…look from afar?"

"I thought you didn't want me to be a stalker."

"Ugh! I'll think about it, okay! God, you're so weird! I have to go!"

"You'll be at the bonfire?"

"Yes!"

"Okay. Bye!"

"Whatever." I stomped around the corner and made my way to the parking lot. Tiffany and Brooklyn cast me irritated looks, but it was nothing compared to what was on my face.

He was so weird, was all that I could repeat. There was no way stuff like that was true. It's not like he gave me a lot of solid evidence—if any at all. He had to be on something, or Sam Uley had brainwashed the poor guy. But whatever was going on it would be sure to blow over soon, right? Except now I had him thinking I believed that bullshit. Really I just wanted him to go away. I mean, what kind of a person dies from not seeing someone else? That's what made me realize he was lying. Or maybe not lying but misinformed. He was crazy.

When I get home, I was taking a seriously long ass nap.