I practically floated to school the next day, well to be truthful I practically swam there the rain was so bad, but the point was, it was a good feeling. I've never been in love before, hell I'm only seventeen, but I'm sure it feels pretty much this way. I skipped past all the lucky buggers who own a car, sending showers every time I landed.

I saw a familiar back of a head and practically rugby tackled him.

"Hey Jack!" I sang delightedly, the gloom and doom of being dragged to the murkiest state on Earth had lifted completely. The look on his face was one of utter confusion.

"Are you okay?" he asked slowly. I nodded my head double quick time.

"Yes Jack, yes I am. It's the worst day on the planet weatherise but do I care? Care do I not!"

"Are you sure you're feeling alright?"

So I told him, I know I probably shouldn't have seeing as Embry was his friend once and ditched him to be with his new hotter mates, but I had to tell someone. Last night I could hardly sit still at dinner and suddenly blurted out that I'd met someone. Response?

"How nice,"

They didn't even look up, the bastards.

But I wasn't phased, I just informed them that it was the boy we had met the other day and that they might be seeing a lot more of him now if they knew what I meant?

Didn't even raise an eyebrow. There wasn't even a;

"Rachel! He's far too attractive for you!" which I was half expecting and admittedly a little disappointed not to receive.

But hey-ho, I'm sure Jack will care more.

"Embry?" he said "Embry Call?"

I hesitated. Was that his last name? I didn't even know, but there can't be that many Embry's in La Push can there?

"Yeah," I settled on "I can see why you guys were friends with him." I hadn't revealed that I was harbouring a major secret crush on the guy, just that I had the epic fortune of meeting him.

"Just watch out Rach," he warned me. Finally the ominous response I was waiting for. How much better is a relationship when its forbidden? It'll be us against the world, fighting to the death for our misunderstood love. Or something like that. I realised Jack was still talking "…just up and leave like he did to us."

"Don't worry Jack," I said secretly marking him as a potential terrorist to mine and Embry's relationship, "We're just friends," For now.

After lunch my life finally made sense. We were going to Drama!

Haha!

"I love Drama," I kept squealing as we traipsed down the corridor, to whoever would listen "I used to be in a Drama club in England," I was about to say 'back home' but I've had so many homes it doesn't seem to make sense anymore "I was in the Crucible, that's by Arthur Miller." I was like a small child, yet I didn't care.

We found ourselves in a dark studio room with black walls and floor, stage lights hung from the ceiling as did long blackout drapes. A huge sound system bigger than me with about seven thousand million buttons and switches on it. A desk in the corner was stacked high with scripts and books on acting and filing cabinets had been squished into another corner.

I was Home.

It got even better, something I thought could not be possible, when the drama teacher looked up from behind the desk. He was exactly how I wanted him to be. Old and a little cross eyed with a pair of glasses perched on his head in a way that made me think he'd forgotten they were there. When he stood I noted that under his bright purple suit- the jacket of which had been strewn across his desk- his tie had some sort of cartoon character on it, Hong Kong Fooey if my dad's obsession with him was correct, and he was wearing original Converse. Fantastic. It got better when he started talking, introducing us to the modules we'd be studying in the year, waving his hands about enthusiastically, acting out each word he said with them, a pencil stuck behind his ear flew halfway across the room during a particularly enthused part of his little monologue. I only tore my eyes away from him when his attention turned to the door,

"Ah, spectacular time keeping there my good sir," Mr Arthur said dramatically "Come come sit down. Maybe we can give you the role of a clock tower perhaps?" He gestured to our little circle of cross legged teenagers, sat obediently on the floor. I observed our newcomer fleetingly.

Then had to double take.

It was Embry. I did an inner scream. He was here, in the flesh, or not so much actually as he had unfortunately put a t-shirt on, but still. He strolled up, casual as anything and sat himself quite comfortably next to me, flashed me a winning smile then turned his attention to Mr Arthur.

I was stunned.

How did this happen?

How did I end up bumping into this guy again and again?

At last my luck was changing!

Or so I thought. Mr Arthur, as epic as he was, split us up into groups in which Embry and I were separated.

Well I needed to be a professional. I couldn't let the weights of love distract me from my work so I turned to my fellow actors, bursting with creativity, ready to show them just how amazing I was at acting. But I kept catching him out the corner of my eye. It was like a magnet, I couldn't help but sneak a peak every now and again, just to check he was still there. The wonderful thing was whenever I'd glance his way, he in turn was looking at me. I'd meet his dark magical eyes and my heart'd skip a beat or two and we'd revel in our own little world for a moment. Then someone would ask me a question, or tap his shoulder and we'd be ripped back to reality, the magic magnetic glow gone.