Edward had explained to her that I didn't want the guys to know and on the drive home she didn't ask why. Not the next day or the day after that. Even three days after the meeting with the Cullen's she never questioned it.

She was quiet which confused a lot of the guys – if not all – especially when Paul took a shot at her. Most brushed it off though, claiming that it was just her in another mood swing. I quickly deflected that idea before it made its way down the grape vine.

I planned on finding out today.

Sam let me take his truck to school seeing as dad was taking mine in for an oil change and didn't mind driving around in dad's hunk-o-junk. I sat in the flat bed of the truck, propped up on my elbows, after school let out. Paul was leaning to the side relatively close to me.

Suddenly, he spoke up. "Do you think she's majorly PMSing?" he asked, all seriousness leaving his voice as he turned to me.

"You're an absolute idiot," I remarked, tossing my heavy school bag at his head. "Just because she's moody does not give you any right to assume that!"

"Jeeze, thanks for the lesson mom."

"Get outta here!" I joked as he tossed my bag back into the bed of the truck.

I looked up at the sky, happily basking in the warmth of the sun just like everyone else on the res. That's when I got an idea. Reaching into the cab through the window, I pulled Nick, my acoustic guitar, into the flat bed with me. Once I'd opened his case and pulled him from it, I leaned against the cab and pulled the heart pick from his neck.

Then, slowly, I began to strum and my fingers found the right chords quite easily. And that's when I softly began to sing. "I've practiced this for hours

gone round and round

and now I think that I've got it all down

and as I sing it louder

I love how it sounds

cause I'm not taking the easy way out

not wrapping this in ribbons

shouldn't have to give a reason why."

I stopped to take a breath as I continued my strumming. "It's no surprise I won't be here tomorrow

I can't believe that I stayed till today

yea you and I will be a tough act to follow

but I know in time we'll find this was no surprise

"It came out like a river once I let it out

when I thought that I wouldn't know how

held onto it forever just pushing it down

felt so good to let go of it now

not wrapping this in ribbons

shouldn't have to give a reason why," I turned my head, ready to hit the chorus again when I noticed people staring.

The entire parking lot had quieted and everyone was smiling in my direction. People who once stood in the lunch area were now sitting on the grass just listening. I turned my head only to see my boys leaning against the hood of the truck with astonished looks on their faces.

"It's no surprise I won't be here tomorrow

I can't believe that I stayed till today

there's nothing here in this heart left to borrow

there's nothing here in this soul left to save

don't be surprised when we hate this tomorrow

God know we tried to find an easier way

yea you and I will be a tough act to follow

but I know in time we'll find this was no surprise.

"Our favourite place we used to go

the warm embrace that no one knows

the loving look that's left your eyes

that's why this comes as no, as no surprise

if I could see the future and how this plays out

I bet it's better than where we are now

but after going through this

it's easier to see the reason why."

As I began to strum the chords for the chorus, a few people took a spot closer to the trunk and sang along with me. "It's no surprise I won't be here tomorrow

I can't believe that I stayed till today

yea you and I will be a tough act to follow

but I know in time we'll find this was no surprise.

"The kiss goodnight

it comes with me

both wrong and right

our memories

the whispering before we sleep

just one more thing that you can't keep

our favourite place we used to go

the warm embrace that no one knows

the loving look that's left your eyes."

Everyone around me joined me on the last line once they heard it. "But I know in time we'll find this was no surprise," I played the last few cords before ending the song.

It was quiet, for all of ten seconds before the entire yard and parking lot erupted into cheers. The boys – my boys – came around to the bed of the truck with large eyes and large smiles.

"Since when have you been able to do that?" Jacob asked, completely baffled.

I smiled meekly, looking at Leah as she looked at the truck in utter disgust. "There are a lot of things you don't know about her," she murmured, leaning against Jake's Rabbit and fixing her stare with mine.

My smile dropped from my face quicker than lightening when I saw the guys look at each other in confusion. I stood in the flat bed – guitar in its case – and hopped over the siding. Without a second glance at any of them, I opened the passenger door and placed it on the seat.

As I walked around the back to shut the door on the flat bed, three guys walked up to me. "You're Samantha right? Samantha Uley?" the tallest boy asked. When I nodded my head he grinned and stuck out his hand for me to shake.

"My name is John and these are my two friends Stu and Jason," he pointed to the two shorter boys behind him. "We're in a band and we heard you playing-"

"You were so totally awesome!" Stu chimed in.

"-and we were wondering if you wanted to join our band…we need a guitar player and you're perfect for the job," he rambled, slipping a hand to the back of his neck in the process.

I chuckled at his excessive yammering before nodding my head. The three boys before me broke into smiles a mile wide. John grabbed a piece of paper from his pocket and asked if I'd scribble down my phone number for him to text be about our practices.

When the three boys left, Jacob, Quil and Embry turned to me with weird expressions. "Um, why'd you just give three strangers your cell number?" Paul asked, adding that it took him at least a week to get it for himself.

"They're not strangers exactly; they're in a few of my classes. They're the other kids sitting as far away from the board as possible," I answered as I headed to the passenger seat.

Jacob looked skeptical as a few other boys nodded their heads. "I don't think he just wanted your number to text you deets about the band," he suggested, leaning against the body of the truck beside me. "I think you should stay away from them all, personally speaking."

Paul snorted as he climbed into the bed of the truck. When Jared joined him, he spoke to Jared in an overly loud stage whisper, "He only wants her to leave them alone because he's too chicken to ask her out."

I could have sworn I heard a growl rumble low within Jake's chest. "Shut up Paul," he bit, glaring at the boy. Shaking my head, I just walked towards the driver's side and sat inside.

"Leah," I asked out the window, "You want to come to my place to talk?"

She nodded, reluctantly, before climbing into the passenger side of the pickup. I watched as a number of emotions crossed her face, bringing her nasty break up with Sam to mind.

"Alright you guys," I called to the boys in the flatbed, "where do you want me to drop you off?"

Embry frowned at me as he leaned back onto his elbows. "Can't we just go home with you?"

"Sorry but I don't bring strays home with me."

The boys erupted into 'oohs' and other juvenile ways to tell him that he'd just gotten "burned". That's when Leah decided to butt in and ruin all their fun; to our pleasure.

"She was referring to all of you, not just him," she laughed, watching as the realization dawned on them all at separate times.

Quil was the first of them to speak. "Hey! That wasn't very nice."

Ignoring his comment by laughing it off, I told the boys that I would drop them off at Sam's on the way to my place. Jacob drove behind me as we left the school and I could feel Leah's gaze burning a hole in the side of my face. I already had an idea of what she wanted to ask me.