Jacob wasn't in math the next morning. Quil and Embry weren't in drama second period. Jared and Quil didn't attend third period geography. Music was odd without Seth and Paul.

I walked the halls – alone – as I headed to the cafeteria. Receiving less stares than usual, I got my lunch and sat at my usually table; usually overflowing with the boys. Kim joined me shortly and smiled my way.

"How are you Samantha?" she asked, taking a French fry from her plate and eating it.

"I'm fine, you?"

"Alright, just had a killer gym test last period; it was brutal!"

I laughed at her exaggeration before taking a bite of my slice of pizza. "Hey," I said after I swallowed, "where are the boys? None of them were in any class today."

Kim fidgeted with the straw wrapper of her juice box, keeping her eyes on the table. "Err, they're busy. I think Billy needed a few things repaired, as did Sue."

I nodded, not completely buying what she'd supplied me but accepting it none the less. The two of us continued to eat, making idle chat here and there, before the two of us got up to head to our lockers.

It was weird not being shadowed by at least one of the boys all day, or feel the head from their contact. Regardless, I headed to my English class with little to nothing on my mind.

"Hey, watch it!" apparently my 'little to nothing on my mind' isn't a smart move; I walked into an opened classroom door.

I ended up on my butt, my face burning bright red from embarrassment.

"I told you to watch it," snarled a senior – one from the prestigious football team.

As he pressed on, not bothering to see if I was okay, a pair of hands gripped my upper arms and pulled me up. I turned around, to thank who'd been kind enough to help, only to see that it was Charlie; Shane standing back a bit with a smirk on his face.

"Are you okay?" questioned Charlie after I was standing on my own.

"Fine," I spat, wrenching my arm away from his grip.

"I meant your ribs from the basketball game."

"They're fine. Now, if you'll excuse me I've got to get to class."

Not bothering with goodbyes, I left the two brothers standing in the hall while I headed to English. I could hear them start walking, but neither of them joined me.

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No Embry or Jake in English. French class was without Seth, Jared and Paul; though Shane proceeded to irk me more than once. Seventh period study hall/art passed without Quil, Embry and Jake, I sat and sketched the entire time. None of them were in gym, Charlie steered clear and the girls just asked if I was alright.

As the final bell rang, I headed towards my locker and walked out of the school. An old, beat up red Chevy pickup sat in the lot; where Jake would usually park his Rabbit.

The driver of the pickup stepped out of the driver's side and leaned against the hood. Her long brown auburnish hair meant that she could be none other than Isabella Swan. A small pang of jealousy rose in my chest, only to be pushed down as a figure emerged shirtless from the woods.

Jacob Black looked in my direction before his eyes caught sight of Bella. He headed straight for her, forgetting anything he was going to tell me, and picked her up before twirling her around. Her giggle echoed through the parking lot.

I gagged as I continued through the parking lot, heading to the street. I didn't live too far away from the school; it was usually just more convenient to receive motorized transportation. Though, with dad at work, Seth without a car, and Jake so wound up in Bella Swan I was stuck walking to and from school.

I'd been walking for a while when two hot hands grabbed me by my waist and hoisted me into the air. A small squeal wrenched itself from my throat as I was spun around before falling backwards into their rock hard chest. A familiar laugh caressed my ear before his lips pressed against my neck.

"Guess who?" the person laughed, his hands touching the bare skin of my stomach.

My hands instantly covered his and tried to pry them from my skin. "Seth," I giggled, "let me go!"

Seth's hands moved from my skin to rest on my jean clad hip. He pulled me closer to him as we continued walking down the street.

"So how come you guys weren't at school today?" I finally asked as we had walked along in silence for a while.

"I had to help my mom around the house, Billy Black needed help too so we alternated people in between the two jobs," replied Seth, turning us so we continued on walking instead of heading down my street.

"Seth, what are you…?"

"I'm hungry, figured we could grab a bite from McDonald's or something."

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The boys didn't show up the next day, the day after, the next day, and the day after that. Though, each day, I would see both Jacob and Seth afterschool; Jake first – who would meet Bella in the parking lot – and then Seth.

I'd get escorted home by my boyfriend; after going to a fast food joint. He'd spend a few hours with me before a wolf would howl and he'd become very tense and jumpy. I'd told him that if he was afraid of them, because they seemed to appear more near my house, that we could just go to his place.

He turned the offer down, but left movements after the wolf howled. It was a never ending cycle, and as I watched Seth run out my front door on a rather chilly October Friday night. I tried to think of a way to give back to him. After all, he's given so much to me.

That night, when I crashed, my thoughts played over various ways I could make Seth happy. The one I liked the most would take the longest to work on; it would also cost the most amount of money.

When I woke up on Saturday morning, it was far from a peaceful awakening. My father apparently gave Sam a house key when he was over last time. With Sam having a key, he ended up letting the boys into the house at 7 am for my wakeup call.

My wakeup call consisted of an air horn, five overly large teenage boys, and a scary mask. I don't think I need to go into depths on what they did for any of you to figure it out.

"Come on Samantha, get up, we've got shit to do today," Quil muttered, puling the entwined blanket from my body; lying on the floor.

My heartbeat had exhilarated and my breathing was labored. Even with the blanket removed from my body, I was still a mixed up pile of bones. I found myself hitting my head against the hardwood floor, questioning why I had to be subjected to such torture.

"Then go," I said, my words muffled by the floor and the thumps from hitting my head. "You don't need me to do whatever this shit is."

A pair of arms wrapped around my waist and hoisted me into the air, throwing me onto their rock solid shoulder. I grunted from the impact but didn't put up a resistance and allowed whoever it was to carry me through the house.

When we entered, what I presumed to be, another room, I could hear the shower running. That was when I started to struggle.

"Put me down!" I muttered, squirming and hitting whoever was carrying me.

"Whatever you say Sam," replied none other than Paul, who then proceeded to drop me into a bath tub filled with ice cold water; the shower pelting me with it as well.

"You're such a dick Paul!"