Jake and I drove in silence for awhile. It surprisingly wasn't awkward since we were both lost in our own thoughts. I kept thinking about Seth and what Jake said. I truly like Seth, but being anything more than his friend will just end badly. Even if my mom didn't hear the wolves, we'd still have to move. After everything that's happened today, I almost want to move. I hate wolves. They destroyed my family.

"Which house is yours," Jake asked as he pulled down my street. "It's next to Bella's, on the right," I informed him. He nodded his head and turned up the music on the radio. The song was "Shout at the Devil" by Mötley Crüe. I smiled to myself and shook my head. "What," Jake snapped. "I'm surprised you like this song, that's all," I responded defensively. Jake pulled the Rabbit into my driveway, "You know this song?" I gave him my are-you-kidding-me look and didn't say a word. "I took you as the cheesy pop song type, so stop looking at me like that," he defended. I rolled my eyes and laughed a little to myself. Jake kind of reminds me of my brother.

"Thanks for the ride, dipshit," I said before opening the door. "Anytime ass wipe," he responded as I grabbed my bag from the back seat. I got out of the car with a smile on my face for some odd reason. I even waved to Jake before he disappeared down my street. I trudged up my front steps and twisted the knob on the front door. Stepping through the doorway, the smell of brownies hit me like a wall. I ran up the stairs and dropped my backpack on my bed. I ran back downstairs and into the kitchen, where in all its glory, sat a dish piled high with steaming hot brownies. I snagged one and worked on getting myself a glass of milk.

My mom came into the kitchen playing with her IPad. "Charlotte, which do like better; Maine or Georgia," She asked without looking up. I bit my lip, knowing where this conversation was going. "Why does it matter mom?" She looked up at me for a split second then back down to her toy, "Just wondering, since we're not going to stay here forever." I rolled my eyes and sipped my milk. We haven't even been here for a month and she's already talking about moving, again.

I tapped my pencil on my Geometry book as if it were a drum set. I looked over at the clock on the wall. Ten minutes until the bell rings. Ten minutes until I'm free. I looked around the classroom and noticed I wasn't the only one not doing the assignment Mr. Crawford scrawled on the board with his messy writing. One thing I realized over the years of switching schools, all math teachers have awful handwriting.

I jumped when the bell rang, but gathered my shit in an instant. I was the first person out of the classroom and proud of it. Everyone at this school just stares at me. They don't talk to me; they just stare as if I had three eyes and tail. I stopped in my tracks when I saw the burly, Emmett Cullen leaning against my locker. I bit my lip and contemplated leaving my jacket in my locker and going straight home. Although I could live without the jacket, my history book was in my locker and I needed that.

I took a deep breath and straightened up before walking towards my locker. "Excuse me," I said in a small voice. The muscular senior moved out of the way with a smirk on his face. I twisted in my combination and grabbed my book and jacket from the old hunk of metal. Slamming the door shut, I noticed Emmett was still there, watching me with that annoying smirk on his face. "Can I help you," I said, not hiding the annoyance in my voice. He chuckled huskily before answering, "I just wanted to say I was sorry for what happened the other day." I slung my backpack over my shoulder and eyed him. I was caught off guard when I saw that his eyes weren't black; they were almost golden, like Edward's. "O-oh," I stuttered, then cleared my throat, "yeah, right. Um, I guess you're forgiven, even though you didn't do anything wrong. Just freaked me out a bit…."

Emmett looked at me with amusement as I babbled like an idiot. I shook my head and started heading towards the parking lot. "Wait," I heard Emmett say from behind me. I turned around to face the boy. "Why don't you let me take you home," he asked slyly. I tapped my foot and pretended to think about it. "Hm, how 'bout no?" Emmett did a double take, "What? Why?" I shook my head at him, "Because it would be stupid for you to take me home, since Bella's my ride and she literally lives right next door." He looked a little dumbstruck from that comment so I, once again, headed to the parking lot.

I spotted Bella's nasty old truck not too far from the school and directed my path in that direction. I felt small drops of rain falling on my face and held back a groan. All it ever does in this place is rain. I've never been a big fan of sunshine, but I'm really starting to miss it. "Charlotte, wait up!" I stopped walking and stood perfectly still for a moment. I hung my head and fought back a groan. What the hell is Emmett Cullen's problem? I know he's got himself a supermodel (and super possessive) girlfriend, so he's not looking for a date. I doubt he wants my help with school stuff, if he even needs it. So what's his deal?

I felt a strong, ice cold hand grip my forearm and pull me off to the side, out of the middle of the school parking lot. "Bella's going home with Edward so…." He finished his sentence with a cute little smile, dimples and all. I rolled my eyes and grunted. Very attractive, I know. "Lead the way," I said lightly. Emmett looked at me with a confused expression, "Lead the way…?" I gritted my teeth, "To your car." "Riight." I rolled my eyes and followed him to his Jeep.

I climbed in the passenger seat and buckled up. Emmett sat in the driver's side, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. "Are you going to drive?" I asked like the smart ass I am. "We have to wait for Rose," he said flatly. "Oh," I said more to myself than to him. We sat in, by far, the most awkward silence ever. I played with my hands in my lap and nodded my head to inaudible music. "May I ask you a question?" I looked up and locked eyes with Rosalie, who was standing by my door. "Sure?" I responded with little authority. "What are you doing in my seat?" The blonde bitched. I rolled my eyes. Girls like her really, really piss me off. "Um…sitting," I stated obviously. Rosalie glared at me and I heard Emmett stifle a laugh. "Rose, why don't you just get in the backseat," Emmett cut in. She looked from him to me, flipped her hair, and climbed into the backseat.

I felt her eyes on me the entire ride, but did my best to ignore her. I mean what is her problem? Does it bother her that much that my ass is in 'her' seat? I laughed a little at the ridiculousness of that thought. Although, it could be true, the bitch is a bitch after all. "What's so funny," she snapped. "You're face," I muttered. "Ha ha, that's so mature, Charlotte," she responded dryly. "That's real polite, Rose," Emmett sighed. I, as well as Rosalie, gave Emmett a look. What is up with this guy?

Emmett pulled down my street and stopped his Jeep in front of my house. I unbuckled my seat belt and grabbed my backpack. "Thanks," I called over my shoulder as I climbed up my porch steps. I unlocked the door and headed upstairs to my room. Throwing my bag near my closet, I plopped down on m bed. My breath caught in my throat as a thought crossed my mind. How did he know where I lived?