Since I found out that all my friends, except for Kim, were werewolves, I'd been having some abnormally vivid dreams. They always involve me running away from something I never see, and Jacob saving me. I was a little pissed off that my subconscious was making me out to be the damsel in distress and Jake the "knight in shining armor", but it's not like I have a choice in what I dream.

So, when I got to school on Monday, I was on the verge of falling asleep. Those dreams I mentioned earlier tend to wake me up at around three or four in morning. I really hope they stop soon, I don't know how much longer I can go without adequate sleep every night. It's only been two nights and I already feel like I'm on the verge of death. Stupid annoying dreams.

"Katie!"

"Ah! Why did you just shout at me?" I was trying to use my textbook as pillow, and Kim was trying to ruin it for me with her stupid yelling.

"Well, aren't you pleasant this morning."

"My dreams keep waking me up at ungodly hours of the morning and I'm trying to catch up on my sleep now." I explained trying to position my head on the textbook in a way that would make it feel more like a pillow.

"Well, it's time to change classes, and I don't think the teacher wants you to stay."

"Fine. I'll go sleep in math."

"Good girl. See you at lunch!" Kim said as she went the opposite direction from me. I really want sleep now. Sleep, what a glorious thing. How I miss sleep. I didn't dream in math, but unfortunately the annoying guy who sits next to me decided to be a teacher's pet and wake me up every time I'm on the verge of a deep, blissful nap.

"Everybody shut up." I said when I took my seat at the lunch table. I kind of shouted at them, so it shouldn't have surprised me that Embry was so startled he threw his sandwich into the air and I watched in land on the floor behind him.

"Why is it always me?" I ignored his comment, because it was my turn to talk now.

"Now that I have your attention, I want you all to know that the next," I checked my watch. "thirty-eight minutes are going to be Katie's nap time. Since the reason for me not getting enough sleep is that I keep having dreams about you guys, I expect that you all will be respectful as I nap." With that I made a makeshift pillow out of my jacket and tried to fall asleep for the umpteenth time today.

"You know, it wasn't very nice of you to do that to your friends, Katie." I knew that voice. It was one of my favorite non-famous voices, but I didn't really want to give up on sleep just yet. Jacob Black would just have to wait.

"Come on, Katie. I know you're faking now."

"No I'm not. I'm just sleep talking." I lied.

Rule number six: If you're going to lie, lie well.

"You're a little liar."

"You're the one making me break rule number six, so you can just shut up."

"Will you ever give up on those rules?" He asked. I was used to that question. I'd gotten it once from my mom, and several times from grandma Betty. It seems that I'll have to start answering to my friends now that I actually have some. I gave Jacob my standard answer.

"The chances are slim to none." I had given up on trying to sleep at lunch and joined the lunchtime conversation. I ended up talking to Jacob mostly, since Embry was whining about his rotten luck and Kim was starting to make googly eyes at Jared. I don't know if you've ever tried to have a conversation with a couple who is still in their "honeymoon phase", but in my experience with Kim and Jared, it's fairly disgusting. I don't really care if a couple wants to make out, but I think it would be polite to save it until their friends leave. Because that's just awkward.

I got off topic, so anyway like I was saying, I was talking to Jacob all throughout lunch. When he's not missing open mic performances that he said he'd come to, he's actually okay to talk to. I think I mentioned that before, but I'm kind of mad at him for missing my performance. So, I was talking to him about werewolves, and you can't blame me for being curious. It turns out that Hollywood has it all wrong, which is a shame if you ask me. How am I supposed to get any sleep if a silver bullet won't keep the big bad wolf from coming to get me? At least they hunt vampires, which are now my biggest fear. Hopefully I won't be attacked again, but if I am at least I have an entire pack of werewolf friends to save my life or avenge my death if needed.

"So is there anything in pop culture related to werewolves that isn't crap?" I asked Jacob when he shot down yet another myth I asked him about. Real werewolves are not nearly as much fun. Jake seemed to think about it for a minute before he answered.

"Not that I can think of at the top of my head." He shrugged.

"Well why don't you tell me something cool about werewolves that I don't know?" I challenged. Embry must have run out of things to say about his terrible luck, and answered for Jacob.

"Why don't you tell her about imprinting?" There was a thud and Embry flinched. If I knew anything about Embry it was that he never failed to get kicked under the table at least once a day.

"What's imprinting?" I asked. Jake was too busy giving death glares to the entire table to answer me, and Embry looked like he wanted to, but was too afraid that he'd be kicked under the table again to say anything.

"Kim?" I asked, hoping she would give me an answer.

"I really think its Jacob's place to tell you." I sighed and turned to Jacob.

"It's not important." He said, not looking me in the eye.

"If its not important then you can tell me, right?"

"Its complicated." This conversation was starting to get annoying. What could be so bad about imprinting? Whatever it was, it couldn't be as bad as Jake was making it out to be.

"Just tell me."

"I can't." Now I was done with this conversation completely. I thought after a few days he would've come around and just decided not to keep things from me. I can't quite put my finger on why I care, but I wanted to know.

"When you make up your mind on what you're going to tell me, you can come find me, but for now, goodbye." I stood up from my seat and walked away from the table. I still had about ten minutes before the bell rang and nowhere to go, but you can't say something like that and then come back. Life was so much less complicated when you don't have any friends.