Why am I doing this? I'm not even sure anymore. My little brother somehow convinced me. It baffles me how persuasive he can be when he wants. He's been getting his way a lot recently, and now I know how he does it.

And because of his persuasiveness, I am in a taxi on my way to be a contestant on America's Next Top Model. Just thinking about the name makes me feel disgusted with my choice. Of the thousands of people that auditioned, I'm one of the accepted. Not knowing how, or why, I was chosen pisses me off even more than Seth's persuasion skills.

I still ran with Jacob, so a few weeks ago I made him give me an order to not phase anymore. The thing I wanted most was to live my life outside the supernatural world. I was more or less forcing myself to age. But it works for me in my current situation. I won't be tempted to phase when I get pissed off at someone and the rest of my tribe will still be a secret. I didn't want to think about how it would ruin all of their lives.

SO I'm Leah. Beta of Jacob's pack. The only girly wolf in known history. The most likely case of my father's fatal heart attack. The cousin of the wife of my true love that only dumped me because of stupid imprinting. And last, I wish it was least, a contestant on America's Next Top Model. My life now officially sucks.

Honestly, my luck is probably worse than Bella's. Well, Bella still has horrible luck, but she chose her fate. I didn't have the slightest choice.

"Miss Clearwater, we have arrived," the driver informed me. Crap, I wish the ride was longer. That or I never agreed to compete. Much less, audition. Either of the latter would have been better than the humiliation I will receive.

I stepped out of the can and went to the trunk to pick up my bags. But to my surprise, my bags had been picked up by the doorman.

"Welcome, Miss Clearwater, to America's Next Top Model."

"Thank you," I stammered. I was in so much shock. Being a wolf makes you very self sufficient, so it's weird for people to help you.

"You will receive all of the information that you need at the front desk," he continued.

I reached for my bags, only for him to pull them away.

"You're bags will be up in your room, don't worry," I could tell that he was caught off guard. I'm pretty sure not many models tried to pick up their own bags.

"Oh," was all I could choke out.

He turned around towards the elevator and was gone shortly. I looked around the lobby, it looked so fancy. Like Beverly Hills status. Not that I have ever been to Beverly Hills, but it looks like the movies and pictures.

I could tell people were staring at me and I became a bit uncomfortable with this so I followed the doorman to the elevators when I realized that there was a separate elevator for guests. So I used that instead. I got in and realized that I had no clue where to go.

"Shit," I muttered to myself. I forgot to got to the front desk. I quickly hopped out and walked towards the desk.

Just as I got to the desk, another contestant, by the looks of her, was just leaving. She was tall, with bright blue eyes and curly blonde hair. She was also wearing a skimpy cheerleader outfit. I couldn't help but look down at my own outfit. Simple skinny jeans, a fitted hoodie and converse. I just stood there in awe. There was no way I could compete with her as competition.

I had to re-evaluate this. Should I go? I could possibly talk some sense into Seth. If I even convinced Jade, Seth's new imprint, that this was ridiculous, Seth would give in. Surely Jade would help me. Well, I'm already here, so I might as well make the most of it. Even if it means losing for sure.

I tried to be confident while walking to the front desk, but I felt crazy. It was also hard. Eventually I got there in one piece.

"Hello," the receptionist said indifferently.

"I'm Leah Clearwater."

"Oh," she became a bit more alive and began to search through some papers. "You are on the twelfth level, the signs will lead you to the door. And here is your information packet with instructions."

"Thank you," I said.

And then I smelt it. The smell of a leech. I wanted to ignore it, but the smell was too strong and very familiar. So I looked, I shouldn't have, but I did.

"Crap" I said.

"Excuse me?" the receptionist asked offended.

"Sorry, I just know her and didn't know she would be here."

"So you're friends? That's interesting," she replied.

"Not exactly friends, more like acquaintances," there was no way I could ever be a vampire's friend.

"Oh. Well, Rosalie is very nice. Such a sweet girl."

For a vampire? Yeah right.

"Yeah, Rosalie. She's pretty nice," I couldn't act like a bitch just yet.

"Is there anything else?"

"No, I'm good. Thank you though."

"Have a nice day," she said while I was thinking about how wonderful this would be.

I could hear Rosalie begin to walk towards the door. Just as she walked by me, I caught her gaze, glaring at me. I glared back for only a second before she was out the door.

This was going to be great.