Author's note: I refuse to talk about the Twilight movie, seeing that if we have different opinions you might not read my story. Since I don't want that to happen, I will not talk about the movie. Anyways I want to thank everyone that has taken time to review and also read.

I am going to start dedicating chapters to people who's reviews make me happy. This chapter is dedicated to princesspug15 and koolioettetheweirdo. Also my good friend k2lover or whatever you're name thing is. You know who you are.

Disclamier: Stephenie Meyer owns werewolves, not I.

Chapter 12

"Lover Boy"

It took me a few moments to realize that I should go answer the door. I was so absorbed with thoughts of the man I thought was my dad. The one that would take me to the carnival, buy me anything I wanted, and even the one that would have a tea party with me to keep me happy. But now all I could see in my head was one that beat his wife and didn't love her. I opened the front door and my heart stopped.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?" I was shocked to see Zach on the other side of my front door. How dare he yell at me for what he did to me?

"What are you talking about? I didn't do anything, if you remember that was all you," I said with nothing but acid behind my voice. I heard my mom's steps coming through the hallway.

"You told my parents about the party idiot. I thought you would be cool enough to invite, but apparently I was wrong," he said while glaring at me.

"Can you even remember the party? Weren't you hammered in the first half hour?" He narrowed his eyes and raised his hand like he was going to slap me.

"It would be better for you if you don't ever touch her again. And I told your parents about the party, not Kim. You are lucky I didn't tell them what happened during the party," my mom said calming. After she said this he dropped his hand. Mighty mom to the rescue like usual.

"Now, if you didn't come to apologize for you behavior, then I suggest you leave. Before I call the police, and really get you into trouble," she tried to stay calm, but some of her words had a bitter sound to them.

Without another word, he turned around and walked to his car. We watched him drive away; reminding me of the time I had to watch my father do the same thing. I always tried to stay strong, thinking it would kill my mom if she saw me cry over dad. I felt one tear slide down my face, my mom hurried to wipe the tear away. She pulled me into a tight hug.

"I know what you are thinking about. I don't want you to hate your father because of how he treated me. I wanted you to have a good relationship with him. He was such a great father. He just sucked at being a good husband. I wish that he would have kept in contact with you, you deserve a father," she said with a sad smile. She hugged me tighter to her chest for a second longer before pushing us both through the door. She silently shut the door and walked back to the kitchen.

"By the way Kim, I do trust your judgment with Jared. If you trust him, then I will to. Why don't you invite him to dinner, so I can properly meet him? The first time doesn't count, you said who he was and then you both left. I want to get to know him," she said with a grin on her face.

I ran to the living room to get my phone. I turned it on to see that I had many missed calls from Zach. I hurried to delete this and typed in the number that would always calm me down. Each time the phone would ring I got more nervous. Maybe he wouldn't answer. Thankfully he answered on the fifth ring.

"Hi," he said in his husky, deep voice. Its crazy how one word from him brings I smile to my face.

"Hello, so I want you to come over for dinner tonight," I said while crossing my fingers, hoping he wouldn't have wolfy things to do.

"I'm shocked. I thought you would be in too much trouble," he said sweetly.

"Me too, but once I explained things she understood. So now you can come over. She said she wanted to meet you properly," I said grinning widely.

"Well of course I will come over. If that's what you want, then that's what you get." There was pause when all I could hear was his breathing, which was becoming more strained.

"Kim, I really need to know what Zach did to you, but I don't want to push it out of you if you aren't ready to tell me yet. I just need you to know that I am here for you," he said as I bit my lip.

I wanted to tell him, but I didn't want to relive that experience. I know he should know.

"Can I just tell you in person? I think it would be easier than on the phone, ya know?" I hoped that he would understand. In my head I knew that if he was there to hold me while I was telling him, it wouldn't be as hard.

"As long as you promise to tell me, well then all is good in the hood," he said as I cracked up.

"Please tell me you didn't just say what I think you did?" I teased him.

"That is the coolest saying that has ever been created. It's all good in the hood. It just rocks my socks off."

"Wow, you're a poet and didn't know it," I said.

"Now you have the spirit. When should I come over?" I totally forgot I asked him over. It's weird how I forget everything when it's just him and me.

"Hold on, let me find out." I ran into the kitchen and found my mom had her nose stuck in the cook book.

"What time do want him to come over?" I asked trying not to frighten her like I normally did when I would run in and start talking to her when she wasn't expecting it. This failed; she jumped about ten feet in the air, causing me to burst into laughter.

"Tell lover boy at 7," she said giving me a dirty look. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. I walked out of the kitchen to give myself more privacy with my "lover boy" as my mother put it.

"She said 7, lover boy," I said grinning.

"Excuse me," he stuttered.

"Yes I said lover boy. I thought I would give you a pet name or something. Since you don't like leech or bloodsucker, then I will call you lover boy until I think of a better one," I said.

"Ok. I will see you at 7 darling."

"I hope you are going to think of a better name. Anyways, see you soon." I said as my grinned became so big, my cheeks hurt.

"Goodbye Kim, I'm already missing you." And then he hung the phone up. My mom might need to find a mop to clean up the Kim puddle that was now me.

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