I posted the second chapter right away because I could. Enjoy!

"Lily, could you do me a favor?" Emily called from the kitchen. I glanced down at my book and sighed in sadness, placing a worn leather bookmark in place and closing it. I sat it on the window seat and got up, stretching my sore muscles. sitting in place really made my legs hurt. I walked down the steps and walked up to her, startling her again. "Oh, stop that dear! You walk so quietly, you need to announce yourself!"

"Sorry," I apologized with a smirk. "What did you need?"

"Right, could you go pick up the things on this list, I'd have Sam do it but he's out, and none of the boys know what half of these things are." She handed me a list of items on a piece of lined paper.

I looked it over before I nodded, "Yeah, but how am I gonna get there?"

I swear a creepy smile spread across her face, but it was gone so quick that I wasn't sure. "Oh, Paul will drive you."

I lifted an eyebrow. "Oh? Did you ask him, because I'm not going to." There were three days to school, and I had spent a lot more time with the 'pack.' Why they called themselves that, I didn't really know, but I assumed it was some weird friendship thing. I got along with them all rather well, except Paul, and they helped me to look forward to school. They always told me that they'd 'have my back' and 'look out for me.' It was sweet, you'd think I was their only female friend. And then there was Paul, I swear to all that is good and holy that he would rather rip out his own tongue than even spare me a word. He has never even glanced at me. It was like I didn't exist.

"Yes, I did," she replied, just a tad smug. I knew it peeved her that I avoided him at all costs, but what could you really expect. I rolled my eyes at her and was about to retort when the subject of conversation showed up.

I didn't even get a word of farewell to Emily before he ushered me out the door and to a rusty old pick-up truck. My jaw jumped and I glared backwards at Emily. I got in and buckled up, staring straight ahead and waited. This is going to be sooooo awkward, I just know it.

For the most part of the ride we were silent, the only noise being the rickety truck lugging its heavy body down the road. The tension rose until I couldn't stand it anymore. I cleared my throat, "Uh, thanks for driving me?" He just grunted. My eye twitched in irritation, but I sat out the rest of the ride in total silence. Once we reached the super market I practically leapt from the car, flinging my door open and almost running to the door. To my dismay he followed. Internally I groaned, why did he feel the need to come with!

I grabbed a cart and navigated quickly through the already familiar store, glancing down at the list only a few times as I filled the cart. As irritating as my shadow was, the cart was worse. One of the wheels was messed up and kept trying to tug the cart to the right, and it took constant correction to keep it on stupid thing snagged on a corner and the cart rocked dangerously to the left. I almost kicked it in anger, but my embarrassment overrode that. A few of the lighter boxes tumbled out and I sighed before stooping to pick them up. Paul did as well and soon there almost all of the groceries were back in the cart. I went to pick up the last one when my head bumped a warm solid object and I winced. I pulled back and rubbed my forehead, looking up. Paul had grabbed the box and was looking at me. For the first time ever, we actually made eye contact. He seemed to freeze, but I sat up and took the box from his loose fingers. I put it back in the cart and continued on, not even noticing his bewitched stare.

The ride back was even worse.

For some reason he kept glancing over at me and opened his mouth as if to say something, and then clamped his mouth shut. It was grating on my nerves and I was slowly losing my shyness in favor of irritation. He did the mouth thing again and I snapped, "Just spit it out already!" He stared at me in shock. My arms crossed over my chest and a scowl formed on my lips. He blinked stupidly but didn't say anything. My eye twitched, "Whatever."

I then proceeded to realize that I just sounded like a grade A bitch. And then I remembered that he is a grade A douche, and I shouldn't feel bad. And yet I still did.

He was silent for a beat before he blurted out, "Why do you hate me?"

"You do realise we have met before, right?" Oh no, I'm getting worse. All this pent up anger and rage has come out in cruel words, oh dear. Is this my defense mechanism?I panic and I just turn plain nasty? Well, I guess that's good to know.

He ignored the comment. "So how did you get dragged into doing Emily's chores?"

"How did you."

"I asked first."

"She asked, so I obliged."

"So, how often are you at Sam and Emily's?"

I stared at him, disbelief etched on my face. He better be kidding me, I know I'm not that noticeable, but really? The dude has been ruining my stay for weeks, and he can't even bother to know who he was being a dick to. "Are you serious?" I asked incredulously.

He fidgeted a bit. "Yeah."

"I've been living there for weeks now!"

"Oh."

We fell into silence, my arms crossed over my chest and anger practically radiating off of me. Once we pulled into the driveway I opened the door, gathered all of the grocery bags in one go, and slammed his door shut. I stalked to the house, practically ripped the door open, and dumped the paper bags on the counter in front of Emily.

She took one look at me and intelligently decided to stay silent. I heard the buffoon follow me into the house but pointedly ignored him. "I'll be down for supper," I informed Emily in the least emotional tone I could muster. I brushed past Paul, making a point to bump his shoulder as I stalked past. I made it to the room before my anger turned into tears and I cursed myself. Why is it that when someone angers me, I cry? That's the stupidest thing ever, and I hate it. I also hate Paul.

He thinks he is some big bad wolf lookin' cool and doing badass stuff, but really he is just the douchey 'big bad' wolf, blowing down the piggies houses and making the general populace hate him. I huffed and flopped on my bed, smashing my face into my pillow and just stewing in my anger. I didn't even bother to listen in to their conversation in the kitchen, I didn't care, not at all. In fact, if he were to go die in a hole right now, I'd be throwing a party.

But that's mean, maybe I'd just burn the ladder out of the hole. There, passive aggressive, not just aggressive.

Night fell and I stared out of my bedroom window. The night sky from La Push is one of the prettiest things I've ever seen. The stars are so bright it looks like a thousand tiny diamonds are twinkling in a sea of blue velvet. The clouds don't often hide the sky either, at night they usually just add a touch of mystery and fantasy to the darkness. The moon seemed bigger here too, like ever crater was more defined and that if I just reached far enough I could touch it. I stared at the masterpiece as I mulled over the ending of my last novel.

It was simple, the good guys won, the shy girl that readers can relate to got the guy, and it all turned out alright in the end. Too bad that's not how life works. In books, the guys like Paul are really nice underneath it all, and are just misunderstood. But that's probably why so many young women stay in abusive relationships, they believe in their happy ever after and wait for it. Hell, what do I know though. I'm probably just a bitter teenage girl who will die alone with a plethora of cats, hung up on some actor or artist or something.

Figures that I could read five hundred pages in five hours, but I can't talk to the Big Bad in my own life. Why would I want to, anyway? Why do I care that I was a huge bitch to him earlier, he hasn't shown any remorse for being a dick to me. He doesn't even remember. I heard Emily call from the bottom of the stairs and got up, gently placing my book on my bad and closing the blinds on my bay window.

I walked downstairs and left all of my anger at Paul in my room, letting it leave me. It would have been a noble gesture of great emotional control, if it hadn't slammed back into me like a semi truck the moment I stepped into the dining area. There, next to my usual spot, was Paul.

A low growl emitted from the back of my throat. A stern look from Sam set me straight, but my body and mind stayed tense with unease. Why is he here? Before I could hold my tongue, I was spitting anger again. "Oh, so Big Bad finally realizes I've been here the whole time, how wonderful." I sat in my chair and folded my arms, avoiding eye contact with Sam.

"Lily," he warned. I stiffly nodded my head, silently dishing myself some potatoes and green beans. I passed the serving dishes to Paul, not looking at him either. I decided ignoring him would be my best defense, and turned to Emily.

"Dinner is wonderful, as usual Emily," I praised her, already a few bites into my meal. Sam and Paul repeated my words between shovelling as much food into their mouths as they could.

"Thank you sweetie," she smiled, glancing between myself and Paul. "I'm sorry I didn't warn you that we'd have company."

I smiled sweetly, "Oh, that's alright Emily, it is you house I'm staying at." I slid my eyes to Paul and glared. I returned my gaze to her and my smile turned a bit more, well, bitter. "I know sometimes it feel like I've been here so long, I almost blend in with the furniture!" I forced a laugh and Emily hid a grin behind her hand. I saw Paul pause in his eating, but he didn't say anything. "One might even go so far as to not see me, even when they had knocked me down on my first day here and spilled my most precious belongings all over the front porch. I am often told I look like a doormat." Sam barked out a laugh and Emily stifled giggles.

Paul stopped eating and looked at me. "Who did that?"

The odd growl came out again as I cut my eyes to him and put as much venom into my voice as I could. "You did you great big hooligan, you trashed my favorite book and stomped away without even glancing at me to see if I was alright."

I saw his adam's apple bob as he swallowed. "Right, I remember."

"Of course," I tilted my head thoughtfully. "I supposed you'd have recognized me later, when I accidentally bumped into you and you growled at me and said to me, how did you say it? Oh right, 'watch it'," I imitated his low rumbling voice as I mocked him. Sam was still laughing and Emily was giggling at us. I calmly stood up and took my plate to the sink, rinsing it off and putting it in the dishwasher. "Thank you again for dinner Emily, it was very satisfying." I felt better, and kind of guilty, but mostly better. I nodded to Sam, who was trying to calm himself, and walked to the stairs.

I almost got into my room when a hand grabbed my arm and spun me around. Paul ran his hand through his hair. "Look, I'm sorry alright!"

I folded my arms across my chest, "Oh, I guess if you're sorry, all is forgiven."

"How about I make it up to you?"

I narrowed my eyes at him, "How?"

"You get stuck here a lot right? I could take a day to drive you around La Push and you could do your girly shopping."

I thought about that for a moment. "I want to go to a bookstore, and you can't rush me. Then I want ice cream," I relented.

A smile broke out across his face and his hands twitched towards me before returning to his sides. "Great! Its a date!"

I sputtered, "What! N-No! No, no, no, it is not a date!" His grin grew. "Nu-uh, no." I fumbled with my doorknob and opened my bedroom door, darted inside and slammed the door in his face.

"Make sure to wear something cute!" he called through the door. I waited until I could hear his truck leaving before I sighed. I looked at myself and saw my reflection in the mirror, my unusually pale skin was flushed and I looked like I just ran a mile. I shook my head, it is not a date! Stupid, dumb idiot, who'd want to date him anyway! Well, he is good looking, and muscular. I pinched myself, stupid, dumb, idiotic mind, he's mean!

Why is it that a guy shows me a modicum of kindness and attention and I turn into a blithering mess!

Emily woke me the next morning and immediately made my day horrible. "Morning sweetie, get up and get ready for your date, you don't wanna be late!"

I threw my pillow at her. "It is not a date," I grumbled, trying to drag my body into the world of the waking. I sat up and pulled to blankets off of me and glared at Emily. She smiled.

"Now, I set out some clothes for you, so go take a shower and get dressed, then I'll do your hair and makeup and then," she rambled on and I tuned out. I waited for her to finish before I walked to the bathroom and began my morning ritual.

After I was all groomed and ready to dress I walked back to my room, not expecting Emily to still be there. "Can I help you?" I asked cautiously. She smiled at me and held up a dress shirt with hearts and glitter. "No."

She frowned. "C'mon Lily, you'll look nice."

"I'll look like a three year old who picked out my own outfit for the first time."

"Fine," Emily huffed, flinging the shirt to the ground. She began to dig through my drawers in search of who=knows-what. I sighed and grabbed a pair of undies and some mediocre clothes that could look passable in public. I walked back to the bathroom, changed, and when I came back Emily had found the solitary dress that was forced with the rest of my stuff. Also, my room was trashed. "Wear this!"

She flung the garment at me and I batted it away. "I'm already dressed." She looked me up and down and shook her head. "What?"

"No, no, no," she tutted. "That's just an oversized sweatshirt and some jeans, that is not dressed."

"Yes it is, I'm wearing clothes."

"No, you have to wear something nicer."

"Why?"

She sighed, "Lily, he isn't doing this to apologize."

"That's too bad, because that's all this is." I crossed my arms and frowned. "He didn't even know who I was until I smacked my forehead into his, I practically had to beat my presence into his head."

"Sometimes it only takes one look," she said softly. He eyes were soft and full of meaning I didn't understand. I sighed and let my arms fall back to my sides, signaling my defeat. "That's better!"

"I'm still not wearing a dress," I warned. She just smiled and threw something else at me. I caught it and looked at it. It wasn't terrible, it was something I'd normally wear, but it was cute. "Alright, I'll be back." Once again I made the trip to the bathroom and back, glancing at my dresser mirror.

I looked normal, I had a snug t-shirt on and some jeans that made my legs look amazing. I had a zip-up sweatshirt and I was planning on tennis shoes. I shrugged at myself and looked at Emily. She nodded in satisfaction and pulled me to her so she could do my hair. She tugged and pulled my hair every which way until every inch of my scalp hurt, then she almost stabbed my eye with eyeliner. She didn't do much though, which I was thankful for, I didn't want to look like a clown. My hair was in a high ponytail with a few small french braids feeding it. It wasn't over the top and it didn't make me feel overdone, and I approved.

"Well done Emily, I must say, you didn't run away with yourself."

"Thank you!" she cheered, smiling at me for a moment before running downstairs. I could hear her talking on the phone for a moment before I walked into the living room and pulled out a book. I forgot what was coming for a while, my mind being numbed to the outside world by glorious tales of heroism and fantasy. I practically jumped when there was a knock at the door. "Lily, could you get it?" Emily called from upstairs. I didn't remember her leaving the first floor, but I simply shrugged off the question. When I read, it was like I was comatose to the rest of the world.

"Yeah I got it," I called back. I opened the decorative front door and paused in surprise. "Oh," I managed. Then my plans for today rushed back to me. "Oh! One second I gotta grab my purse." I didn't let him say anything as I closed the door on him and jogged upstairs to grab my purse. I double checked for my wallet and then headed downstairs, opened the front door, and left. "Alright Big Bad, lets get this over with." Still not a date.

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