It was him; Seth. Great. Well, that figures.

His deep brown eyes stared at me in disbelief, mixed in with fascination. Was he dazed or just an ignorant moron? "Leslie."he murmured my name not to address me in any way, but just to say it aloud.

I looked at him, remembering the last i saw him; he was still carrying the same ridiculous look on his face.

He was the boy with the tall man visiting the Cullens that one night. I tried not remembering how he was also the boy who shoved his mouth against mine desperately. And put me in a cast for two weeks. Just looking at him made me feel the same horrible feeling of his lips against mine.

Someone cleared their throat, a clear sign they were trying to interrupt. i looked behind Seth, and saw in disbelief. . .his friends. Well, i didn't exactly know that for sure, but just looking at him made me believe that. Their red-brown skin color matched mine perfectly, they had the same cut-short black hair. And all them, i noticed, wore as little clothing as me. The four boys were also tall-as Seth almost, except for the one man i saw to be Jacob, who towered everyone in the restaurant. He and the rest of the guys wore the same blank expression.

"Hey sorry about that,"one boy said stepping up beside Seth, then swinging a long arm around his friends' shoulder, as if to wrestle him in some way. "We were just having some fun. Are you hurt?"

I gave him a sour look. i was about to use my natural-known sarcasm if the cashier hadn't had called my number. Trying to make it look like i had gotten over it, i shook my head and went over to grab my food, while muttering a swear word.

"Hey man,"i heard the same boy who last spoke to me say. "What's wrong with you, you act like you just saw-"

"Uh Embry,"a calm voice interrupted. "That was Leslie." After some serious concentration, i found the voice to belong to Jacob. It was a surprise to hear he actually had a soft tone, remembering how badly he scolded Seth for kissing me last time. Now that i think of it, it's a wonder i wasn't already mouth-to-mouth with the guy.

Ignoring the awe, i asked the cashier, "Can i have another cup? Mine fell on the floor." At first she just looked at me. But after, she noticed my soaked jacket, she immediately got me another one.

Finally, making it to my goal, i settled myself at a table in the back corner. I had everything in hand now; my drink filled with soda and to the side, with my crowded tray of food in the center. I was about to dig in, to finally fulfill my goal. . .but couldn't. Instead the thought of my forgotten father arose.

He was gone, he was really gone, i reminded myself. He was really dead, he's never coming back. The image of him pictured inside my head. I saw him smiling at me, seeing the bright look in his eyes appear nothing of the ones i last saw that one night forever ago.

It wasn't until a warm hand touched my shoulder that i realized my eyes were wet with tears. Refusing to look at the person, i leaned forward, placing my elbow on the table, and holding my head up against my hand. I hoped dearly my hair was thick enough for them not to see through. "What?"my voice was reluctantly strong and forceful.

"Leslie?"i heard Jacob murmur softly. "Is it okay if we sit with you? All the other tables are full."

Quickly wiping away the tears, i glanced around the place and saw it to be really full. I didn't take the time to expect each and every table, but simply turned away answered shortly, "Sure."

"Hey thanks,"he said, patting my shoulder before running off probably back to his friends.

Rubbing my eyes, i hid away the evidence of them discovering my grief. I knew it was probably a stupid thing to do agreeing to their request, but, i desperately, needed a distraction. Hopefully, Jacob, Seth, and the others would do that for me. Hey, Seth could even kiss me again if he wanted, if it meant not thinking of my father.

In just a few short seconds, all four large boys surrounded me. i scooted over letting one large guy sit next to me, and watched as the other three squeezed across from me; Jacob and Seth were one of them. Seth was in the middle and Jacob was at the end. I didn't bother to glance who was sitting in front and next to me, but simply reached over for my fries.

Yeah, this may work.

Seth:

I froze, unable to say a word. Before i knew it Embry was next to me trying to smooth the tension. "Hey sorry about that,"he said sounding like everything was going to be alright. "We were just having some fun. Are you hurt?" I forced myself not to growl at his saying. How dare he speak to her that way! We should've been more careful;Ishould've been more careful!

She glowered at us then left. They must have called her order, as she went over to the counter taking hold of a tray and asking the cashier for another cup. It took a good part of me not to go to her and beg her forgiveness. I couldn't help getting over what i did to her; it was selfish, and stupid!(Both kissing her, and what i just did.)There were some parts of me that thought she may never feel the same for me as i do for her. As Jacob puts it, I'm the first werewolf not to have their soul-mate love me back. Why?!

"Hey man"Embry said to me. "What's wrong with you, you act like you just saw-"

"Uh Embry,"Jacob said, saving me from throttling Embry. I had to urge to hurt him after what he said. I didn't know why, but couldn't help, but feel aggressive with Leslie involved in the subject. Lately, that's been happening a lot.

"Oh,"him and Quil said together in quiet shock. "Hey sorry, Seth."Embry said, patting me on the shoulder. Absentmindedly, i shoved his hand away, feeling bitter. No one said anything at my action. . .

We soon got our order-which was a lot-and were ready to pick out a table when. . .we couldn't. Every table was full, and a firework-like feeling fired up inside me at the one thought that maybe-perhaps-we could sit with Leslie. I would very much like it if we could; i wanted to talk to her, tell her why i kissed her-and so much more.

Jacob came up to us-and i noticed-walked up to us from Leslie's direction. "She said we could sit with her,"he told us, gesturing Leslie in the back. My heart lifted dramatically for a moment. We were really going to sit with her.

We walked near her table, Jacob walked beside me mentioning. "Be careful."he told me as quietly as he could. "And dammit, don't say or do anything stupid!"

i nodded at his order; he gave me a disapproved look, probably remembering the last time i agreed to his order and broke it. . .somehow. But none of it concerned me; only Leslie.

As shocking as it was i actually had trouble sitting across from Leslie(I wasn't even directly across from her). It was irritating that both Embry and Quil were closest to her-especially Quil, but maybe it was best since it turns out i have the tendency to be clumsy around her. But still, I was jealous. Jealous, of a friend who's already imprinted.

"Hey,"Embry said, being firendly. I watched him warily. "I'm Embry,"he introduced.

Leslie also watched him carefully. Her beautiful brown eyes were darkened and narrowed briefly on him. Then her glare softened and she returned the friendliness. "Hi, i guess you already know i'm Leslie White,"she said glancing at Jacob who distracted himself by stuffing a number of fires in his mouth at the same time.

"I'm Quil,"Quil introduced, holding his hand out to her. She looked at it, hesiatantly, but took it anyway.

"Quil,"she repeated, i guess trying to remember the exotic name.

"Any don't make fun of it,"he warned her in a teasing tone. i narrowed my glare on him at his saying.

"Why would I?"She questioned with a smile, while taking a fri. "Do you think i like it when people say i have be white to have a last name saying 'White'? I don't think so."her takes on the fries were increasing.

He shrugged. "Makes since."

"Are you really gonna eat all that?"Embry asked, looking from her to the food in front her earnestly. i glanced at his order and found it to already be empty. Shoot, i hadn't even touched my food. (and i was hungry.)

"Are you gonna eat it for me i don't?"she questioned, looking from him to his empty plate of food. Her eyes were now daring, and excited.

"Do you mind?"he asked with a smile.

She sat back, grabbing a box of her fries, nibbling one by one slowly. "Sorry. But I'm hungry too."

"Really,"he questioned generally, "are you gonna eat all that? Its a lot-"

"You don't think i can?"she cut him off; her tone still teasing.

"If I say yes can I have a box of fries?"he asked.

She chuckled, "No. Not if you say no either." She reached for the sandwich, and in less than five seconds already had two bites in the gigantic thing. I realized that she was now calm. Her movements were not careful, but loose and free; she was being herself.

"So how is it,"asked Jacob, "living with the Cullens?"i could hear a smile in his tone.

She shrugged, swallowing another bite of the sandwich. "It's okay, i guess. Although, for a big family, it kinda quiet. Not like i don't like it or anything."

"Really?"he said sounding curious. "You haven't noticed anything. . .strange or anything?"

She stiffened at the question, and turned to him expressionless. I had to force myself not to shove my leader off his seat for causing her to become tense all over again; it was maddening.

"You know what,"she said sounding suspenseful. "I have noticed something a little strange. i was walking through their basement one time although they told me never to go down there."she shrugged, as if the rules didn't apply to her. "Anyway, when going down there i found something; guess what it was?"

He leaned forward, playing along. "What?"he was extremely curious now.

She looked him straight in the eye. "A whole batch of coffins. I counted eight of them. I know it might seem weird, but i think they might be vampires."

It was quiet. Her tone might had been teasing, but no one was taking it as easily as her; this was serious.

"It was a joke, Jeez,"she muttered now bitter. She went back to chewing on the rest of her sandwich.

I noticed Embry watching Jacob with a yearning expression. I looked to see Jacob shaking his head in disagreement. (I hoped dearly it didn't have anything to do with Leslie.)

"Wow,"Embry now shocked said. "You really were hungry."

Leslie was just drinking the rest of her drink, and glancing down at her empty plates. She shrugged. "Yeah. You too, i can see."

"Yeah but,"he continued conversationally. "for a girl, you have a big apatite."

"I guess,"she said, not amused in any way. I desired dearly to talk to her-to say something-and make as good progress as Embry and the others were. Why was this so hard?!

Then i couldn't help it. "So uh,"i said trying to think of something interesting. "is you hand okay? I'm sorry I uh-"i trailed off hoping that was good enough for her, although, wasn't for me. I kept my eyes on the tray in front of me as she stared at me. I wasn't sure if it was just a stare or glower. I hope she wasn't mad.

"Yeah,"she answered finally, "after two weeks it finally healed." i didn't know what to make of her tone.

"I'm really sorry,"i said, keeping my gaze on the tray, now embarrassed of myself.

"So how do you know the Cullens?" She quickly asked Jacob hesitantly.

i let out a deep breath, relieved she finally heard what i had to say, but wasn't satisfied with the results. She ignored my apology, and that's not good. Isn't it?

Jacob, too, struggled for words. "Uh, long-time family friends, i guess you can say,"he answered building his voice. "Their dads' friends with ours, as goes for our grand-parents."

"Cool,"was all she said, now opening the lid to her cup. i watched as she opened the lid and began putting ice-cubes in her mouth.

"Aren't you cold?"Quil then asked, studying her outfit.

She spit the ice back in the cup, keeping her gaze on what was inside. "No,"she answered simply.

"Hey, what does bring you here?"Embry asked.

Leslie looked up to him, baffled. "Hunger,"she answered looking at him like an idiot.

"No, I mean here,"he said. "in La Push. "

Her eyes widened at his saying. "La Push?"she barely whispered, setting her cup on the table.

He nodded. "Yes."

"I'm in La Push?"she questioned thoroughly, looking at him seriously now.

"Yes, why? don't you know?"

"No,"she said abruptly, now shocked. "I don't know how I got here."

"You don't?"Jacob's tone was as in much disbelief as his expression.

"No!" She was now shaken, her expression clear with fear. I resisted the forceful urge to wrap my arms around her, and hold her for as long as possible. I didn't like what i saw in her expression-it was murder. But as much as i wanted to do something, I couldn't, sandwiched in by my pack members.

"Calm down,"Jacob said now exhausted. I wanted to punch him for making it sound like not a big deal. "Look, you have a car?"

Leslie looked at him same exact way she's looked at me. "I. don't. have. a. car."she said forcing her tone to stay under high levels. "I'm only fifteen."her voice was now dangerous.

"Do the Cullens even know your gone?"

"Yeah."

"Do you have a cellphone?"

"No. I ran here, why in the hell would i carry a cellphone?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. But wait-you ran here?"he was getting more interested in the story now.

She nodded.

"How long did it take you to get here?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. Less than an hour i can tell you that."

"Estimate?"

"Thirty minutes. It took me a while to look for some money."she hesitated as if she said something she didn't or wasn't supposed to say. Then she mentioned, "At my house."

"That's impossible."Jacob said now serious.

"Look,"she said, "for as long as I've lived in Forks I've never been here so how i don't know how far or close i am from Forks or home. I just ran, and somehow got here. I don't know this area, I'm lost."

Jacob wasn't convinced. "But thirty minutes. On foot. That's impossible. . ."he trailed off as if just stopping himself from saying something. I had a certain idea of what it could've been.

"I don't care if you believe me or not,"Leslie stated. "I just want to know how you get out of here."

It was quiet as Jacob thought over it for a while. I didn't know what he was thinking, but hoped it was something good from the irritated look taking place in Leslie's expression. Finally he said, "How 'bout you stick with us for a while?"

It was silent. I watched Leslie carefully, but couldn't make out anything of her expression. When she didn't say anything he continued. "Unless you really want to go back to the Cullens place, i guess we could give you a ride, but uh, we also walked here so you'd have a ways to go just to get to my car."

"That could be fun,"Quil urged her. I could tell he was saying that just so i could have more time with her and could try and make her try and see another side of me, and possibly get her to like me.

After a tedious moment she finally said, "Sure,"with a smile. "Why not?"