Ok here's the next chapter……

"……And I was like, Mom, lollies are essential for Slumber parties then she goes, No worries habibi ( A/N habibi: love/ my love/something like that) ,I can make it at home" We all laughed and laughed as though it was the funniest thing we heard in years. (A/N that was an inside joke)

Who's WE, you ask?

WE are me, my older sister; Mona and my two best friends Rayan and Aysha. We were having a slumber party plus sleepover at my house since it was the 2nd last night of the summer holidays. We were telling each other about our parents and how embarrassing they were. Rayan was just telling us about going shopping with her mom.

Rayan Demozi was the daughter of my mom's best friend. I had grown up with her. She had two siblings, an older sister called Maryam and a younger brother about the same age as my youngest brother named Rami. She had been living in La Push for 5 years. She wore the scarf. Half Egyptian, half Palestinian and very beautiful with long golden brown hair and hazel eyes.

Aysha Hijari was the daughter of my mom's other best friend. She had been living in America for her whole life but lived in La Push for 2 years after living in Port Angeles for 5 years. Her mom was an American convert so she had blonde hair and dark green eyes; she was absolutely gorgeous, though she covered all her lovely hair up with a scarf. Not saying that she should take it off or anything.

Her dad was a pure Palestinian and her older sister, Bushra was the only one who inherited his Arab features. Her younger brother, Suleiman looked so foreign; it was scary.

Anyways, back to the slumber party.

We were sprawled across my bedroom floor with packets of crisps, candies and other snacks littered around us.

"Ughh….I can't wait 'til I get married." Mona suddenly groaned, stretching.

"Why?" Aysha asked before stuffing her mouth with a huge piece of chocolate. I so, DESPERATELY wanted to snatch the chocolate bar out of her hands but stopped myself when I remembered that I had eaten three-quarters of the chocolate already.

"So, I don't have to come to your kiddish sleepovers anymore" Mona replied.

In an instant, she was hit by three pillows. She sat up.

"Why'd you do that for?!" she exclaimed.

"Firstly, you don't HAVE to come to our sleepovers and secondly; if you don't like them, then get out." I said pointing to the door.

"Fine. I absolutely adore your kiddish sleepovers" she said while rolling her dark brown eyes.

Again, she was hit by three pillows.

"What did I say this time?"

"You said they were kiddish" Rayan pointed out.

"Ok then. I love your oh so grown up sleepovers"

Yeah that's right; she got hit by three pillows. Again.

This time, she jumped up

"What??" she cried.

"Nothing. We just like hitting you." We chorused, all looking at her innocently.

"Whatever. I'm going to my room" she grumbled. With that she snatched a packet of crisps out of my hands and walked out the door. Aysha tip-toed to the door and closed it slowly. Then she tip-toed back and plopped down next to me. We all high-fived each other and laughed.

"Works all the time" I grinned. Sure; I was close to my 18-year-old sister, but sometimes us 15-year-old girls needed private time. I spied a can of Coke next to Rayan.

"Hey Ray, pass the Coke." I said, pointing to the can. She picked it up and handed it to me.

"So..." Rayan started to say as I opened the can "Let's talk about the 'b' word" she finger quoted the b. She reached over me to grab a pillow and sat on it, getting comfortable.

Aysha and I just looked at her. She stared back in disbelief.

"Oh come on, you know what I mean! Boys!" she exclaimed.

"Ohh!"

She rolled her eyes at us.

"But Ray, that's all you ever talk about" I said after taking a sip of Coke. Aysha laughed. Rayan made a face.

"That's so not what I talk about all the time. Besides, I just wanted to tell you about the hotties you should watch out for at school. But if you think its all crap, I ain't tellin' you!" she crossed her arms and turned around.

I smirked at Aysha and she shrugged.

"Oh please, I was just teasing. Plus I didn't know you wanted to tell me about the guys at school. And I really wanted to hear about them." She turned back and looked at me trying to hide her joy with a frown. I gave her my cute puppy look.

"Really?" she asked. I nodded eagerly. That seemed to pull the trigger; she launched into a description about all the older 'hotties' in her (and Aysha's) high school, my soon-to-be high school. I paid close attention to her so she wouldn't feel like she was babbling. Which she was.

"……Then there are the guys in our year. Embry and Jacob." She said their names like they were her favourite shoes and sighed "They're sooo cute!! Even Aysha would think so" She smirked at Aysha, who giggled shyly. I was surprised; Aysha never thought anyone was cute.

"Why Aysha! I would never have thought you'd think ANYONE was cute!" I teased. She gave me a look and punched me on the shoulder.

"Oh, shut up! You're no better. And Jacob really is…cute." She said. I punched her back playfully.

"But you DO know we're not allowed to have boy-" I was cut off.

"GIRLS!" my mom called from downstairs.

"YES!" we yelled back.

"TIME TO PRAY!" 'Cause we're Muslims, we pray five times a day; Fajr, the morning pray which you have to wake up really, really early in the morning; Dhur, afternoon pray, like early afternoon; Asr, late afternoon; Maghreb, sunset pray and finally; Isha, Evening pray which was what we were going to pray right then.

I got up straight away while Rayan and Aysha literally took fifty years just push themselves up. I waited til they were in front of me then I pushed them forwards. This caused Aysha to knock her forehead into the back of Rayan's head.

"OW!" Aysha yelped. She glared at me while rubbing her forehead and walked even slower than before. If that's even possible. I groaned then brightened up when I noticed that something of vital importance was missing.

"Don't forget your scarves girls" I wagged my finger at their backs.

Their reactions?

They stopped abruptly, mainly because Rayan had. Rayan shrieked (her being the drama queen) and Aysha simply help up scarf which she had somehow gotten a hold of without anyone noticing.

"Ah Aysha always the prepared one" she laughed.

"HURRY UP GIRLS!!" my mom 'called' (quote,unquote) again. She was getting really impatient.

"Yeah, yeah. We're COMING" I turned to Rayan, who was still looking for her scarf everywhere. I sighed and stopped her.

"Rayan, can you not find anything?" I pointed to her hips.

There tied around her hips messily; was her scarf.

A thousand fairies danced enchantingly around her, their wings giving an opalescent shimmer. A flock of beautiful blue birds flew through the window and around her hip. They pulled at the glossy white scarf, so it became loose. They held it in their beaks and slipped it perfectly on her head. It was just like Cinderella. Rayan's baby blue flannelette pyjamas turned into a-

……………..

Yep, I was daydreaming again.

And I was deserted. Seriously, Rayan and Aysha just left me there like an idiot.

I quickly grabbed my purple prayer clothes and dashed downstairs.

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"Just one more piece of toast…." I slowly took a piece. The strong aroma of creamy butter tingled my senses. My teeth were about to sink into the crispy surface of the toast when-

My mom grabbed it off me. She stuck her tongue out at me and bit it. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath still chewing.

"Oh so good…" she peeked at me through her eyelids. Seeing that I was glowering at her; she took another bite. I gave a frustrated sigh and roughly pushed my chair back.

"And I wonder how the twins got their talent of being annoying" I muttered while standing up.

You see, my mom is closest to me out of all my brothers and sisters. She told me once that the reason she was really close to me was because I was very much like her when she was young. Though she still is pretty young, being 38. She gave birth to my older brother when she was 19, to my sister when she was 20, to me when she was 23, to my younger brother when she was 25, to my other younger brother when she was 29 and to the twins when she was 33. She was born in America but went to live in Palestine for a while before coming back with my dad, my brother, my sister and me.

So, me and my mom are really close; practically best friends. I could tell her everything and she would tell me everything too. I loved her dearly. She was my mom, sister and best friend.

Back to her annoying me…

"Yeah well that's what I had to go through when you were five" she retorted, flicking her long hair back.

Ok most people would think so and I've never admitted out loud but my mom is beautiful. She is very, very beautiful. Her olive toned skin was smooth and shiny, making her wavy chocolate brown hair fit in perfectly. Even though she had eight kids, my mom was still pretty slim. But that's because she went on a diet like fifty times. And it actually worked for her.

The best part of her looks/face was her bright green eyes. They were gorgeous, always light and never dark. They reminded me of fresh mint leaves. It was very strange that an Arab lady like her had coloured eyes. That made her exotic. She looked so young; people thought she was my sister.

There was a loud honk from outside. I rolled my eyes and so did my mom. That was definitely for me.

"That'll be Maryam and the others. Have fun at school," she blew me a kiss even though she was a foot away from me. I grunted. Why did these people have to come early?!

"Mom, I will not have fun at school so do NOT try." I grabbed my bag and ran out the door. I paused outside and ran back inside, gave my mom a hug and ran out again.

Maryam was in her black mustang with Rayan at the front and Aysha at the back. I looked at their outfits and then looked at my own. Aysha and Rayan did the same and we all laughed. We were wearing similar outfits. I was wearing a black sweatshirt with a dark blue jeans skirt and a whit scarf, Aysha was wearing a black cardigan, a white top underneath with a light blue jeans skirt and a black scarf and Rayan was wearing a simple black top with a bluish beige jeans skirt and a white scarf. Maryam though, was a total loner. She was wearing a long blue dress with a white mini jacket and a blue scarf. She glared at me.

"What? I was only 30 seconds late!"

"The petrol I'm running on is money. Mon-ey. My money. 30 seconds is a loss of five dollars. Five whole dollars." She put five fingers up to make her point. I rolled my eyes at her and readied myself to jump into the backseat. Aysha looked exasperated as I did this.

"You're actually gonna jump in? There's a door for a reason y'know?"

"I like jumping" and I did.

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Jacob P.O.V

"Uh…..yeah I am actually. How'd you know it was mine?" she asked nervously. I chuckled; her face flushed with embarrassment-

"Jacob?"

"It kinda hit me in the head and I saw you looking everywhere" I chuckled again while scratching my head. It did hurt when that thing hit me-

"Jacob!"

I held out my palm so she could take her pin. She grabbed it. Her skin touched-

"JACOB BLACK! THIS IS THE TENTH TIME I'M CALLING YOU!"

I snapped back to reality, finding myself face to face with a purple faced man. Who I soon realised was Mr. Apache. The entire class was looking at me with amused expressions.

I was in English. With my favourite teacher to whom I was like a son to.

NOT.

"HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO CALL YOU?! NO WONDER YOU ACQUIRED FIFTEEN F's LAST YEAR!" spit was protruding his mouth and onto my face. I leaned back. It was silent apart from the heavy breathing of Mr. Apache.

Then someone softly knocked on the door.

"WHAT?" Mr. Apache roared at the door. It opened to reveal the school secretary.

"The new student" she replied calmly.

"AND WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD YOU GET ME A NEW – ah yes, the new student…..I'm sorry for the outburst. Some students were disrupting my class." He glared pointedly in my direction then looked at someone outside the door "Come in, come in" he beckoned.

Then BAM. There she was; the subject of my daydreaming, standing there like some goddess.

She looked a bit nervous but besides that it was like she had lived at the school. She strode in. a few guys were gaping at her.

Ok, a lot of guys.

She stood still until the teacher closed the door and went back to his desk.

"Well, introduce yourself" he gestured to the class.

She nodded then turned to us. Her eyes swept over the class until they were fixed on something behind me. I unconsciously ran my fingers through my hair. She started waving like mad. I turned to see a being that drove me crazy; Rayan Demozi was waving to her and it looked like she was going to dislocate her wrist. Perfect; she had already made friends with my rival.

The girl dropped her hand but her wide grin was plastered on her face.

"Hi everyone" we all murmured 'hi' back.

"My name is Sherean Deloui. I'm Palestinian and in case you hadn't noticed, I'm Muslim" she gently tugged her scarf.

Jennifer – a true blonde on the inside but not exactly on the outside – let out a very audible gasp.

"NO WAY!" she literally screeched. The whole class rolled their eyes at her. Sherean raised an eyebrow at her. Damn it! Why does everyone know how to do that?

"No, actually I'm wearing this scarf 'cause I follow Christianity." I snorted while the others sniggered. It took a few seconds – though I would've liked to say hours – for Jennifer to register this information. She nodded seriously.

"So you're not Muslim?" she asked nonchalantly. I suppressed a laugh at the look of irritation on Sherean's face. She covered it up quickly and decided to ignore Jennifer. She waved at the class and went to take the seat in front of me.

Mr. Apache, who had been watching her with a look of amusement, stared in horror as she did this.

"NO! – Can't – there!" he choked out. I didn't know want the hell he was on about, but she seemed to understand.

"Why not?" she asked. I couldn't see her face but the surprise was evident in her voice. The teacher regained his posture and cleared his throat.

"Jacob Black" he stated.

She leaned in.

"Pardon?"

"Jacob black" he repeated, nodding his head toward me. She slowly turned around.

There wasn't one person I knew who was as beautiful as her.

She had a slim face and a perfect nose. Her white scarf made her tan skin glow. Her lips were full, reddish pink and glossy. The last time I saw her she had dark blue eyes, but now they were emerald green. She would have looked like a eighteen-year-old model if she didn't have that baby chin; but it was so adorable!

She gave a dazzling smile after gazing at me; obviously trying to work out where she'd seen me before. I returned the smile and she looked slightly taken aback. She turned back to the teacher.

"Don't worry, sir. I've got it all under control. Jacob wouldn't dare annoy me; I'm too dangerous to irritate." I glanced at her hand; she was fingering her pin. The same pin that I had saved a few weeks before. I grunted. The teacher relaxed. But leaned forward again

"Now, now Miss Deloui; I do not tolerate physical abuse in my classroom" Note: in my classroom. So he wanted her to physically abuse me outside the classroom? Now, that is just crap!

"Who said anything about physical? I meant mental…." Ha! Like he was going to fall for that one.

"Oh ok then. That's different, I suppose" ok maybe he would…..

He leaned back into his chair and put his feet up onto his desk.

"Does anyone want to repeat what I was saying before Jacob here interrupted me? ...Miss. Demozi?" it seemed as though Rayan was paying attention while I wasn't, that rarely happens …..….. so, it happens all the time……

"You were explaining the project we are going to work on this semester?"

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