I grabbed my country road bag. It was new, with a beautiful purple bow stitched into the side. The rest of it was black leather, with dark purple stitching on the handles. Jacob held the door for me as I passed, then closed it behind me. I was only wearing some high-waisted red shorts and a white sleeveless shirt with flat collars. It covered a bit of the bottom on the back, but had a shorter front, which would have shown a part of my stomach except for the shorts. It was thin, with flower patterns on the front. In the early morning late autumn air it was freezing. Stepping outside I shivered.

They were waiting in the shadows of the forest surrounding the Cullen's home waiting for Jacob to give them instructions.

"Some of you need to race home and figure out a place for her to stay. The others can trail our car. She's important and there's heaps of vamps out there that want her dead."

The wolves had disappeared from my sight, sprinting away to follow his command. He walked around to the front of the house and opened the garage. Inside were a few luxury and sports cars. The Cullen's obsessed over vehicles. Jacob headed for a black jeep, sighing and glancing at the red sports car next to it longingly. When I passed the motorbike on the other side, to get into the passenger seat, I bent down and ran my fingers over the seat, then checked the engine. I didn't know why though. I didn't care for cars. They were just chunks of metal used to transport me and some were prettier than others. A memory I didn't even know I had was dragged to the front of my mind.

"Hey, Phoebe! I got a new bike yesterday for my birthday. Wanna check it out at my bash tonight?" I was sitting in a classroom from my old school but I didn't recognise the teacher or any of the students. What class was this? I stared at the board, trying to read the teachers scribbles but there was a noise distracting me. Someone was saying my name. I turned to look next to me.

"Earth to Phoebe? Are you okay?" There was a boy, with close cut hair and small bulging biceps. He was in jeans and a purple lumberjack type shirt unbuttoned over a white tee. He was tanned, probably a native or he'd been on vacation somewhere really sunny and all the sunscreen in the world had disappeared. I gave him a small smile.

"Uh, hi."

"So? My party? You gonna come?" He looked worried, like this stranger really cared about my wellbeing.

"Ah...yeah of course." Just then the bell rang and as it did, my memory seemed to fog up, and another came to the front of my mind.

I was being led by the hand through a crowded room by someone. I looked up and could see it was the mystery boy from the classroom but he was wearing a suit. Looking down I saw I was in black pumps and a short tiered light pink skirt that reached about halfway down my thighs and a classic white tank. I had lots of bangles and necklaces on. Finally we pushed through into a quieter room where one of the partygoers called out to us.

"Hey Phoebe! Great party Mason!" Mason called something back to him and we kept going, pushing through the sweaty, gyrating bodies moving in time with the music. We finally made it to the back door and he held it open for me and swept his arm up.

"Milady." I mock curtsied and grinned, stepping through and waiting on the porch. He took my hand after closing the door behind him and gave me a devils evil grin before dashing for a huge shed in the yard. He unlocked the door and turned on the light. Inside were two bikes. One had a cover on it but the other one was sitting there, highly polished, gleaming in the light. It was the same one that belonged to the Cullen's. It was beautiful.

"Ohmygod." I whispered, barely touching it with my fingers.

"I know" Mason said, grinning, happily. "Isn't she gorgeous. I've decided on the name." I turned to him and walked over, standing in front of him. I was practically powerless to my body. The stuff I'd been saying and doing before I had already done-this was my past-but I hadn't wanted any different. Now I did. I didn't know this person so why was I standing so close.

"She's beautiful, so I named her after someone I know that's beautiful" He said coyly. "You." Then he leaned in and put his hand on my shoulder, and kissed me, first softly. His touch made me want more, hooking my fingers in his jeans and moving my body against him. Then he began kissing me hungrily, pushing me against the wall. Wen we finally surfaced for air, he whispered into my ear

"I love you."

The memory distorted, then faded. I gasped.

"Fuck"