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Disclaimer: Anything or anyone you recognize from Twilight is Stephenie Meyer's. Not mine.

The thought of Jacob going to the party with me scared me. The party itself scared me. I'd been to birthday parties, baby showers, weddings — you name it. But a party? Just for the hell of it? No, never. I knew it wouldn't be exactly like the movies, but it had to be pretty close. Justin had money — everyone knew that. Would he have some kind of mansion, all decked out in lights, a pool, a never ending array of food? Or maybe his family was loaded, but didn't like to show it off. Maybe they were this down to earth family. That seemed unlikely. I'd seen Justin's car, though I didn't know what make or model, I knew it had to cost an arm and a leg.

Okay, so he lives in a huge two story house. Somewhere in between flashy and modest. He had a . . . Hot tub. I couldn't see the point of a pool if Forks was always freezing. The house would be lit up by the lights they use in the clubs. Black lights? The music would be pounding out rap or hip hop, something I'd grown used to from Alex. There would be food, mostly appetizers. And drinks. Lots and lots of drinks. I'd imagine you'd get thirsty after dancing in a crowded space for a while. The punch would probably be more alcohol then actual punch.

That was my main concern, the alcohol. I'd never had a drink in my life. I've been curious as to what the appeal is, but never really brought myself to find out. I couldn't imagine getting drunk, not when the person who . . . Crashed into my mother was.

How would Jacob look at this party. I tried to place him in the house I'd conjured up in my head. He looked so out of place I actually felt myself laugh. I couldn't imagine Jacob dancing and drinking — it was just awkward. He was so, just, huge. He'd probably knock over a few unexpecting souls. As for drinking, Jacob just didn't seem like the type. Although he had a sort of bad boy image, I couldn't imagine it. Besides, I'd hate to see him dancing and drunk. He might fall on some poor girl.

That brought out another fear. Girls. I knew Jacob was a handsome guy. More than handsome. Gorgeous. He probably had girls falling at his feet. Even women, who didn't realize he was sixteen. I let out another laugh. I could imagine his face when a woman well into her twenties tried hitting on him. But if I brought him to the party, girls like Macey would try to . . . I guess, sink their claws into him. I wasn't naive enough to think he wouldn't at least talk to them, but part of me hoped he didn't. If I brought Jacob to the party, maybe it'd be, sort of like . . . A claim. I felt my face heat up at the thought.

No, no, no. Jacob wasn't mine, not even close. I had absolutely no claim on him. But I knew there would be a point in which Jacob and I wouldn't be together during the party. I was invited by Justin, so I should at least be nice enough to hang out with him, like he asked. I could even ask him about Alex. I felt that if I let our . . . Friendship get too far, that I'd earned his trust, and then just asked him about Alex, that he would feel betrayed. Like I had manipulated him for the soul purpose of information. Which wasn't true. I truly did want to be friends with him. If I asked him right now, if I was blunt, rather then waiting it out, there would be less hurt. I mean, it should hurt to delve into the past for him, if they were in love as Alex had described it.

If Justin told me anything on Friday, then I'd talk to Alex. But I'd apologize tomorrow, for insinuating that it'd been her fault. I didn't think their break up was — not at all. If only I could — if I did, use my words better. No one has mind reading powers, although at that moment I wish Alex did. It still hurt a lot that she insinuated that I was a . . . Whore. I knew it was out of anger and a product for defense, but I still ached none the less.

By now I'd reached La Push, considering the gray beach was to my left. I glanced at my clock, lunch would be over by now. I am ditching class.

I am ditching class.

I felt a tad bit rebellious. I'd never done such a thing in my life. I've always been one to follow the rules — it was just easier that way. Do what your told, and follow the rules. No room for complications. I didn't have to worry about my dad lecturing me, or even the principal. Honestly, I didn't really care that I ditched. I get good grades, follow the rules, do what I'm told, respect my dad. I deserved a break every now and then, right? I'd face whatever consequences there were later.

Pushing everything aside, I reached into my bag to pull out the wrinkled note. It had directions from the beach to Jacob's house. They were pretty simple, just a few turns. The roads just went on for a couple of miles. I didn't think I would get lost.

I studied the note, the directions were scrawled in pen. There were many scratched out parts. I kept asking Jacob to repeat what he said — I kept getting distracted. His voice was very deep, almost soothing. I smiled offhandedly thinking about my lame excuses.

Although Forks and La Push were very similar, they were so different at the same time. La Push was a lot more natural, less buildings. I'd probably seen three houses in the few miles I driven from the beach. Even from within my truck, I could smell the salt water breeze, it made my nose tingle.

If I thought Forks's forest held many secrets, La Push's held even more. It all felt a little . . . Tribal. Sacred even. If I lived on land this beautiful, I'd honor it too. I felt a little silly, thinking so highly of what people must think normal. Pittsburgh was beautiful, but not in the natural way La Push was. Everything here seemed so natural, not like a city where everything is man made, forced.

I glanced down at the note again, reading the description of the house.

Red.

Small.

Truck in front.

They were pretty simple descriptions, but clear. The fact that it was literally the only house on the road, made it easy to identify.

I nervously pulled up and parked. I sucked in a deep breath and habitually looked at the clock. My stomach sank. I was way too early, an hour at least. How did I not think about that? Unless Jacob happened to ditch school too, which I highly doubted. I guess I would just chill with his dad. That was bound to be awkward.

Hey, ugh, I'm Allison. I'm sure Jacob said something about having me over. Um, my friend kind of called me a whore and I kind of accused her of being the reason for a break up. Yeah, and I really wanted to hug your son so I ditched class. You mind if I wait here for him?

Yeah, that'd go real well. What a great first impression to make on someone's father. I sucked in another breathe and opened up the door, about to step down when —

"Allison! You came!" Jacob's booming voice — which came slightly muffled to my ears — boasted. Jacob's tree trunk arms were wrapped tightly around my waist, leaving my feet far off the ground. I wrapped my arms around his neck, startled at the least.

I guess someone else was called a whore today.

"Jacob," I breathed. His hold on me was tight, constricting even, but somehow not tight enough. His astonishing body warmth covered me like a sheet. I remember why I came here early, needing a hug.

My arms tightened around his neck.

"What brings you here so early? I wasn't expecting you for about another hour?" Jacob asked. Ah, the whole drive and I didn't even think about what I would say to him? Real smooth.

"Ugh, just needed a break from the hell they call high school," I joked. I couldn't see his face, so I wasn't sure if he caught the bluff or not. "What about you, Mr. Black, shouldn't you be in school?" I highly doubted someone offended him to where he had to get away.

"It's a Wednesday, Collaboration Day — early release," he answered. That made sense, what are the odds. Jacob hesitantly set me down, and I hesitantly let go. I smiled up at him, looking handsome as ever. I did a full body assessment, from his shaggy hair, to the plaid flannel, down to his stained jeans, and half-hazardly tied work boots. Then my eyes floated over his profile back up to his face again. He was smirking.

Did you have to be so obvious?

I ignored the heat the charged my cheeks, "Ah, what a great excuse. Are you sure you just didn't want to see me earlier?" Wow, don't I sound like an idiot.

"Sure, sure," he grinned. "Because I was completely aware of your rebellious plans," he gloated. I think he just likes to embarrass me.

"Yo, Jake! What's taking you so long? Where's this pretty lady you've been speaking about!" A voice boomed to my right. I couldn't see from who, but from the deepened bass to it, I suspected it was one of Jacob's friends from the beach. Pretty lady? I looked down to the ground.

"Were you expecting some other girl?" I asked. But he just grinned in response.

"She's right here, Quil!" He yelled back. I blushed harder. "You're about to meet Dumb and Dumber, so brace yourself," I laughed at his label to his friends. Real nice. "They would've been gone before you came, but since you decided to be a rebel, you'll have to deal with the consequences." I knew there'd be consequences, but meeting Jacob's friends? It felt like more of a privilege.

He nodded his head in the direction of the voice, beckoning me to follow. I fell into step with Jacob, which must've been hard for him considering our height difference. He led me around the house to a makeshift garage. It was covered by the trees, so I conceded this was Jacob's sanctuary, his private place. The garage was two portable ones drilled together, it looked like the middle walls were taken down. It was very Jacob, for some reason.

"Brace yourself, it's gonna get bad." I laughed, earning a chuckle from Jacob.

"I don't know if I can handle this," I said melodramatically. I feigned fear, "J—Jacob I don't know about this. They might give me the disease . . . Dumbest." Jacob's booming laughter led me into the garage, where two boys resided. They both had playful expressions on their faces.

"Guys, this is Allison," they both waved from their spots on a beat up sofa. "We have Dumb on the left, or as he prefers Embry. Then there's Dumber, or Quil, on the right," Jacob oh so kindly introduced his friends.

"Hey," I smiled shyly.

"Aw don't get shy on us, you just insulted us, I consider you family already," the ones voice I recognized as Quil's teased.

"Man Quil, already trying to get Jake hitched, jeesh," Embry supplied. Uh-oh. They were tag-teamers. This wouldn't be good.

"I wasn't talking about Jake, Em," Quil scoffed suggestively. I felt the heat return to my face. "But I know Jakey-boy is gonna put up a fight. So, if I have to prove my worth to you, Allison, so be it," Quil said chivalrously, standing up from the couch. He and a Jake simultaneously lunged, starting a "war."

"Do they, um, always do this?" I asked, taking Quil's spot on the couch. It was kind of lumpy, not surprisingly. It had to house monsters like Jake, Embry, and Quil all day.

Embry laughed, "Yeah, this is the usual. Quil saying something stupid, and Jake kicking his ass for it." Embry was a tad bit quieter than Quil and Jacob. He didn't have that aura that immediately made you want to talk to him. He was also different in build. He was about and inch taller than Quil, but still inches below Jacob. He was also leaner. Where Quil was stocky, Jacob obviously toned, Embry was more lithe. He obviously had muscle, it just wasn't as prominent.

Suddenly Quil broke free from Jacob's . . . Embrace."Hey! Jake does not kick my —" he was broken off by Jacob tackling him to the floor again.

After Jacob "kicked Quil's ass", the two boys left claiming they didn't want to give me Dumbest.

"They're . . . A riot, that's for sure," I told Jacob from my spot on the couch. They were a lot to handle, but warm and alive. They made me feel . . . Content. At home. Like this was where I belonged. Jacob laughed, from his spot next to me.

"Yeah, they're a bit much, but you learn to love them." He smiled at me — something he was doing a lot today.

"What's got you so happy?" I asked.

"What do you mean? Aren't I always a ball of sunshine?" I grinned, thinking about his smile and how it was like the sun. Bright and warm.

"Sure, sure," I mocked. He got a playful gleam in his eyes.

"So . . . I was looking at that beauty you drive — a 1974 Ford — and I was wondering if I could check it out. You know, make sure it's one hundred percent safe for you to drive," Jacob claimed. His sanctuary was a garage. One filled with automobile parts of every kind. I knew he just wanted to get a nice look at my baby.

"Yeah, sure. No problem." I fished the keys out of my pocket to hand to him. I grabbed his huge hand and dropped them into it. "I'm trusting you with my pride and joy — don't screw it up," I said with mock stern.

"I won't," he promised, then walked out of the garage.

Since Quil and Embry were gone it was just me and Jacob. Alone. I wasn't really nervous about us being alone together, it was more about what I was planning to do. What if he said no? I'd be embarrassed and left alone to go to the party.

Allison, always the charmer.

For once, I needed to make that true.

A/N: ok so pretty quick update this time :) thanks for all the support! Follows/favorites/reviews are always appreciated. You guys keep me going.

Okay my lovely readers, I have another question for you. Or really I need your opinions.

In Breaking Dawn, new members of the pack are added (Collin and Brady). This is due to the vampires going to the Cullen's to be a witness for Renesmee. Well, in this story that whole situation never happens, therefore, Collin and Brady never phase. Allison won't be meeting the whole pack just yet, but I still need your advice.

Should I still have Collin and Brady be apart of the pack?

They wouldn't play huge rules, mostly for pack bickering and what not. If you could, leave your opinion. Thanks. :)