A/N: Hey, hey everyone! I'm so sorry I haven't updated in…a month… (Sheepish grin) School's been busy, and I'm failing French (well, not literally, it's just that my speech sucks, and the grammar in it is horrifying)… I am also stage manager for this school production and I have rehearsals four times a week! I'm not giving this story up though! Don't you guys worry, I have the last chapter all written and edited too! Thanks so much for you reviews everyone! Well... I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! (It's not really edited, I only wrote it today, and I wanted to give it to you guys as soon as possible since its been a month… heh heh…)

Disclaimer: It's fan fiction! Therefore, do I own TwilightNew Moon and/or Eclipse? I think not!

I was thankful that my parents had to go to a dinner with my father's coworkers. I didn't need my mother to see my face, knowing that she would ask me what had happened, and I didn't want to tell because I knew that once I'd started, I would not be able to stop myself from telling her everything. After taking a shower and some Advil, I flounced onto my bed, wincing as my head hit the pillow, and tried unsuccessfully to forget the big load of homework in my backpack which was still downstairs.

Sighing, I tromped down the stairs and spread my textbooks and notes on the kitchen table with a bowl of grapes in the middle. I was on my tenth algebra exercise when I heard the sounds of the front door unlocking and laughter trailing in.

"Charlie," my father's booming voice sounded confidently, "It really has been such a long time. Who knew I would find you here?"

"Yes," an unfamiliar voice answered. "Actually, I live in Forks, but I have a couple of friends here. You should come over sometime."

"Oh, that would be great!" my mother said, sounding truly enthusiastic.

"The last time I heard from you was when your wife was pregnant with your daughter." My dad sounded too excited. I rolled my eyes. "Then we sort of...lost contact…well, I was busy with work," he said sheepishly, "and I hadn't really heard from you…so…." Go on, dad, I thought to myself, holding back snickers, keep on going, you're doing great in making a fool of yourself. My dad had always been so good at keeping a conversation going on.

My mom quickly came to the rescue! "We have a daughter ourselves these days."

I hastily tidied my mess of books, and moved toward the voices, curious to see who 'Charlie' is. Straightening my comfortable sweater and jeans before peaking into the living room, I met the brown eyes of a middle-aged man. He was dressed casually, wearing a light jacket over a white T-shirt. "Hi," I mumbled, knowing that he had seen me and it was no use hiding from anyone. I stepped out from behind the door.

He smiled. It was a nice smile, but strangely enough, his face also held a mixture of sorrow and recognition. My parents turned; they hadn't noticed. "Hey Kara," my dad practically beamed, making me roll my eyes yet again. Then, completely ignoring me, he turned back to 'Charlie'. "Speak of the devil, eh?"

I grinned apologetically for my dad. Catching my mom's eye, I cocked my head slightly, silently asking her who 'Charlie' is.

"Kara, we'd like you to meet Charlie Swan," my mother said. "He was your father's best friend all through grade school." I froze in shock. This couldn't be. I didn't want to believe it, but there he was, sitting in our living room as alive as ever. Thoughts of the previous hours jolted through my brain. I didn't know what I should be feeling as a picture of Jacob's snarling face slammed its way into view. I was torn between interest, pity, anger and just plain surprise. This night couldn't get any weirder could it?

I took Charlie's outstretched hand and shook it firmly, while smiling at him politely, holding all thoughts inside. "Pleased to meet you."

"Same here," he replied.

I shifted my eyes away from him, quickly wallowing into my own mind while the adults continued talking. I felt lost. He is the father of the source of Jacob's sorrow, problem. It wasn't his fault, so why was I feeling this sense of dislike towards him? In fact, it wasn't really Bella's fault either. She did love him, just not as much as Edward Cullen. My mouth twitched into a sad smile of my own. But didn't I promise, swear, to myself that I wouldn't dive into this relationship anymore? I was already deep enough as is, and it would take a lot of strength to swim back up to the surface.

"So," my mother's voice cut into my thoughts, "how's your daughter doing?" I tuned into the conversation, curious to see where Bella actually was.

Charlie looked uncomfortable. "She's…not home."

My father, completely oblivious to Charlie's discomfort, said, "Oh, really…" He half-smirked. "She's probably with a boyfriend, right?"

"Dad!" I shouted at the same time as my mother made a similar outburst, though she was half-smiling as well.

"Um," Charlie looked down at the floor, colour drained from his face.

My mom finally noticed our guest's uneasiness. "Charlie, what's wrong?"

He looked up, eyes flitting to each of our faces. Smiling hesitantly, he replied, "Nothing, she's at university in Alaska."

"Oh, okay."

"I guess," Charlie paused, "I guess I just miss her…that's all."

"Well, she is your only daughter," my mother said sympathetically.

Charlie turned back to the floor, but I didn't notice the flash in his eyes. There was more that he wasn't telling us. "Yeah, that's right."

There was a silence. Not able to stand it any longer, I crossed the room to head back to the kitchen to finish up the assigned algebra problems. "Mom, dad, I have to finish up some homework." My parents gave me a questioning look. "I was at Jacob's looking at his car," I kept my face smooth as my heart beat irregularly and my thoughts whirred into a crazy motion.

Charlie looked up in surprise. "Do you mean Jacob Black?"

"Yeah," I acted surprised.

"Nice kid," he muttered to my parents, making them beam. "I know his family. How is he?"

I hesitated, forcing myself to lie believably. "Good."

"Good," Charlie echoed.

I knew I had to go, before I blurted out any horrible truth. "Well, it was nice to meet you Charlie," I smiled gently in his direction, "see you soon!"

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I yawned as I watched the clock in the science lab tick slowly toward three thirty. It seemed to take three times slower than usual to get to the spot every student wished it would. I sighed and resumed drawing all over my science note. I had learned that day's Chemistry lesson already, and I was bored out of my mind. I considered sneaking my romance novel out of my backpack and reading a few pages. But, getting caught would be troublesome. And it wasn't like I was such a rebel, so that idea was quickly pushed aside by my worries.

I yawned yet again. I hadn't been getting enough sleep the past few days. Every time I closed my eyes I would see him and I didn't need that. The past week or so, I had been avoiding Jacob and his gang which was hard because I had most classes with at least one of them. At lunch, I would sit with a couple of girls from my French class who were friendly and had accepted me into their "group". I knew avoiding them wouldn't help my problems, but it was better than having my heart wrench every time Jacob would remember her, which was often. It was enough that my heart beat unsteadily every time I sensed Jacob's presence, I didn't need my heart to be broken again.

I guess in a way, I was also anxious with my last real conversation with him in his car. I had practically scolded him. How had he taken it? I wasn't sure, but then again, did I want to be sure? The bell rung, interrupting my endless questions to myself. Sighing, I gathered my books and smiled a 'goodbye' towards the teacher before exiting the lab. I was swept into the crowd of teenagers heading their separate ways to their after school activities. Not really focusing on where my feet were leading me, I stumbled my way toward my locker when I bumped into a boy. My books went all across the floor and I scurried after them, collecting my things, while mumbling 'I'm so sorry' to the boy over and over again.

A hand reached out to grab the last of my things. I looked up, right up into the green eyes of the boy. "U-um, thanks."

We straightened. "No problem, I should actually be the one apologizing."

I stood there awkwardly, not knowing really what to say. "Um."

"You're Kara, right?"

"Um, yeah…sure…why?"

"You don't know your own name?"

I flushed. "It's Kara."

He flashed me a handsome grin and handed me my books. "Next time, just watch where you're going, alright?" His eyes were twinkling with amusement.

"O-okay," I stuttered, feeling my blush redden.

"See you later, maybe-Kara!" he called out waving to me before weaving in and out of the crowd.

Dazedly, I continued my path toward my locker being careful not to knock into anyone this time. I wondered who he was and how or why he knew my name. My face still a bit pink, I walked into the hall where my locker was located, not noticing a certain werewolf leaning on my locker staring blankly at the opposite wall.

A/N: Oh, I'm so sorry! Although you guys have waited so long for this chapter…it's sort of a transition… and I don't like it very much. It's like my chapters have gone from bad to worse…and what's making it even worse? It's the time in between this chapter and the last! I'm so sorry! Well, next chapter will have more Jacob in it, which will make it all better. What's more…I've been thinking- Oh gosh, she's been thinking? I know, the horror! Ha ha… -is Jacob and the other Twilight series characters out of character? Please tell me! Reviews are appreciated!