SOPHIE'S POV

The next morning was a blur. I had somehow made it to school, and didn't look like a complete zombie. My body slightly ached; Probably due to the amount I had grown over the last few months. Jacob and Quil waited by my locker for me. Over their shoulders, I saw two things. The first, was Embry and Ashley kissing. I wasn't sure whether to be grossed out or find it sweet. The second, was Brittany and the Barbie crew glaring at me. Then a genius idea hit me.

"Hey, guys. Could you do me a favour?" I asked, a dark grin on my face. They raised an eyebrow at me. "Talk to those girls over there."

Jacob's face dropped.

I rolled my eyes. "Not because I am giving you to them!" I told him.

"They've been telling me you're of limits, and one has a Quil obsession." They both then smirked.

I watched as they went over to talk to the girls, waiting for the train wreck. I watched Brittany laughing and flicking her fake hair over her shoulder. And then her face dropped. I saw Jacob looked back at me, and smiled at him kindly before turning to open my locker. After I took out my books, closing the door, they began to walk over again.

"How did it go?" I questioned. Jake grinned and wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

"She knows I am off limits. Except to you." My face felt hot. I quickly changed to ask Quil. He wasn't so successful getting them off my back.

"I have a date for the dance." My mouth fell open. There was this stupid winter dance in about a month, and Quil had decided to take Lindsay. Good job Quil. Good job.

"You're an idiot." I nudged Jake's arm away, stepping towards Quil.

"Those girls will eat you alive. Hide your kids and hide your wife." I stated, hoping he'd get the reference and quickly change his mind. He didn't.

"She's not a bad person." He insisted. I groaned.

"She's not Claire, Quil. You can't just replace her till she grows up." His eyes narrowed.

"Why the hell not? Seth is the only one who gets it. And even he doesn't have to wait as long as I do because his imprint grows up in like six more years. Why can't I just hang out with her? Where's the harm?" He asked. I sighed. He wasn't about to listen to me. Especially since the lines I drew in sharpie were still lightly there.

"Fine. But when she becomes super obsessive, don't blame me." I commanded.

He smirked. "I won't."

I glanced over, to see Brittany waving at Jacob. "I thought you got rid of her."

"There was a catch."

I stared at him. "What did you do?" I asked, panicked slightly.

"I also have a date for the dance."

My heart kind of hurt. For some stupid and ridiculously pathetic reason, the fact he was going with someone else actually hurt me. Moron.

"I'm not going." I shrugged. I wasn't going to go anyway. But this put me off completely. They both looked at me.

"Why not?" Quil asked. I raised my hands to gesture 'I don't know'.

"I might go visit my mom." I lied. They both nodded, believing me.

The truth was, I wasn't a girly girl. I never wore skirts or dresses. I occasionally wore shorts. But jeans were my go-to item of clothing. I never wore anymore makeup than mascara, and on special occasions I shaped my eyebrows a bit more. I played video games. I liked cars. I would rather hang out in the woods alone than go shopping with people. I was just… very masculine. So the idea of wearing a pretty dress with makeup and my hair done was really unappealing. I heard the bell ring.

"Time for English." I quickly said, and walked away as fast as I could.

The rest of the day, I spent in the library. I didn't feel up for facing Brittany and the clones right now. I was missing LA, and the sun on my face. I missed my guy friends, and their crazy gaming nights. I missed staying at home and doing nothing. I missed my mom. But it didn't matter. I was stuck here now. So I was spending the day sulking, before I went back to trying to be okay with the whole thing.

When it was time to leave, I waited for Paul's car in the parking lot. He was ten minutes late. That wasn't like him. I looked at my phone. No messages. No calls. Weird. I turned to see the others in the pack leaving. Jake immediately looked at me, walking over.

"You're avoiding me." I shook my head.

"I'm avoiding everyone." I explained. "Except Paul. Who was supposed to be picking me up." Jake gave me a look, so I quickly changed my voice. "But I'm sure he's just running late on patrol. Or has fallen asleep." He continued standing there, looking at me.

"What?" I asked.

"You're acting weird."

I laughed. "I am weird, Jake. You should know that." He rolled his eyes, smiling. He then accepted that I was gonna wait here all night if need be.

"I have patrol, but I'll see you later?" He questioned.

I shrugged. "Maybe. Depends when Paul shows up." He then just waved and hopped on his bike, driving off.

An hour later, I was still waiting. And it was getting dark. I growled. I wasn't going to wait here all night. I began to walk home, taking a short cut through the woods. It was sunset already, and it was a very scenic route home.

I started thinking of being a wolf. Maybe, by rejecting the gene, I rejected the anger. It made more sense than anything else. I couldn't just be the only one able to control themselves. That made less sense in my mind. I guess, if I could control it… Maybe I could choose when to shift. Instead of shifting when angry, maybe I could shift when ever I want. I could control it. But I still wasn't ready to try.

Then I heard a crashing noise.

I was stood face to face with a vampire, red eyes staring at me. I couldn't deny, he was beautiful. His dark hair was as smooth as his skin. He was dressed very casually, but it looked great on him neither the less. The vampire also stood there, staring at me.

"You're a wolf." He stated, his nostrils flaring in anger.

I shook my head. "No." I defied. "I am human." He examined me again.

"How interesting." He muttered to himself. I felt a shudder go down my spine.

"Why are you here?" I asked, stalling for time.

He barred his teeth. "I am searching for the Cullens."

"Well you are on the wrong side of the town." I explained. "The Cullens live in the woods of Forks. This is the Reservation."

He nodded. "That makes sense." He then looked at me.

"Why are you being helpful?" I shrugged.

"Who knows? I might just be in a less bitchy mood than usual." I guessed. Then I saw Jake's russet form coming closer. The wolf pounced on the vampire, tearing it's body apart.

"Or, I was leading you to your death, knowing that the pack don't trust me on my own." I stated, directing it at Jacob. He just gave me a sheepish look.

"I could've handled it, Jake." I scowled, crossing my arms. He stared at me in shock, as if he couldn't believe I was scolding him for saving my life. But I was. I am that stubborn. Paul's figure then emerged.

"I thought you were gonna wait for me!" He yelled. I rolled my eyes.

"I've been waiting over an hour, Paul. I got bored." I snapped. He narrowed his eyes at Jacob.

"There was a vampire. Jake killed it. Moving on. Can I go now?" I asked. Paul sighed and shook his head.

"Let's go, you suicidal moron." I growled under my breath at his insult.

Paul then walked me the rest of the way through the woods, leading me back to the house.

"Why were you late, anyway?" I asked. Paul looked embarrassed.

"I fell asleep."

I just laughed.