Hey, I know its only been four days but, I couldn't wait to update! Now, I have to tell you guys that I probably won't update regularly because I have to do things around the house and I'm trying to write my own novel. So, please be patient with me?

I would also like to thank the three reviewers! Hollywoodab, Amy, and Jazzmatazz; thank you so much! I hope to see you review again! (I don't hate new reviewers either!)

Ah, since I apparently need a disclaimer I'll put it here and not have to worry about it later. I do not own Twilight or any of the characters from the series. I own all the OCs I make up though. (meaning if you want to use one you have to ask me!)

I stare out the door. I watch him run into the woods. I feel my knees wobble a bit so, I hold onto the door frame, "Hm, I guess he didn't like it rough."

I turn around to glare at Anna, who is standing in the middle of the hall way with her cereal. Bowl in one hand and the spoon in her mouth.

She takes the spoon out and gives me a glare of her own, "What?"

I shake my head and smirk, "I'm just mad that he took my favorite pair of sweats."

"You can always buy more." Anna rolls her eyes and walks over to the living room. She plops down in the couch and flips on the T.V. without a care in the world. I glare at the back of her head. How can she be so…so insensitive?

Macy walks down the stairs with a frown on, "Rachell, why are you standing in the doorway?"

"Her boy ran off with her favorite sweats and her heart!" Anna sings the last part from the couch lifting her bowl up. I hope she spilt some on herself.

I sigh and close the door, "I should have just given him some boxers."

"I would hope they were…" Macy trails off giving me a raised eyebrow.

I scowl at her, "Hey, boxers are amazing to sleep in."

"You would know." Macy rolls her eyes.

I grind my teeth to make sure I don't snap at her. I really do not want to get in an argument this early. I walk up the stairs. As I climb higher and higher, I feel a sudden gloom creep over me. When I make it to my room, I find myself completely depressed and tired, "Note to self: never go partying after not sleeping for two days and not get drunk and have to drive. Remember never to let Anna sit in shot gun when she's drunk and you have stickers. And always have a spare light bulb for my car because I never want to hit another wolf sexy tan guy ever again."

I close my eyes and all I can see is his beautiful brown eyes. I sigh to myself, 'For once in my life I actually want to see the darkness…'

Over the Next Couple of Days

I blink a couple of times and stare up at my ceiling. I turn my head slowly to the clock and read:

Noon.

It's noon. I slept all day yesterday and already half of today. Ugh, I have homework to do. I really need to reconsider the whole waiting—

"RACHELL! YOUR MOM'S ON THE PHONE!" I groan to myself hearing Macy's voice through the door. I swing my legs over and place my feet on the cold hardwood. That gloom that I felt yesterday hasn't gone away. If it's even possible it feels even thicker today. I push myself off my bed and head down stairs to grab the house phone.

Macy is waiting at the end of the stairs with all of her day clothes on and the phone held out for me. I grab it with a sigh waiting to hear my mother freak out, "Hey mom."

"Rachell! I have been so worried about you! I've called you almost…" I let my mom ramble her worries away as I make my way to the kitchen. Before I enter the kitchen, I lean against the doorway seeing Him and I once again but, I shake it off and continue on in.

I love my mom I really do but, sometimes she just worries too much and I can't stand it. Hence, I moving five hours away to Chicago.

"I just stayed up too late." I reach for the cereal box and pull it down. When I look at the box, everything goes silent. The T.V. stops talking, my mom stops rambling on about my sleeping habits, and even the city noises stop. All I can think about is how He touched this. That his calloused fingers grasped this very box.

"Rachell? Rachell? Are you there?" My mother's voice snaps me back.

"Huh? What?" I let her continue on about things that are happening back home. Back where I grew up. Back where I didn't party hardcore. Back where I didn't hit random hot guys that're bears or wolves or something! Back where I knew what I was feeling.

Monday comes along and I feel sick. Like how you just feel gross. Yet, my nose is clear, I haven't thrown up, and I most defiantly have not had the runs. It makes no sense what so ever.

"Maybe, you should go to a doctor." Macy tells me as we get our coats on to head off to the college.

I shake my head, "No, it isn't that bad, yet." I rub my face trying to get rid of the sleep that seems to stick to me like those weird seeds back home.

"You sound like my brother when he gets sick. He practically waits until he's on his death bed to go." Anna points her finger at me. Grabbing her keys and stepping out the door. Macy follows suit quickly.

I roll my eyes. Picking up my keys and closing the door behind me

I remember the one time Anna and I had to take care of him 'cause it was so bad (we drew the short stick). It was by far the worst case of the flu I have ever seen! He was literally green almost the whole time! What I hated most was that he expected us to be with him twenty four/seven and wait on him the whole! And what did he give us in thanks? The same flu he got!

When I walk down the sidewalk, I feel a little more at ease. Like I'm closer to…something like candy. Sweet and pleasant. Yet, I am too far away to pinpoint what is actually putting me in a better mood. I smile a little to myself but, feel weird and stop before the girls notice it and question me.

It takes us five minutes to near the corner and see the boys waiting somewhat patiently for us to arrive.

Nino and Brad join the group. Brad in between Anna and I. Nino in between Anna and Macy. It wasn't a tradition to walk like this; it just kindda happened that way, "Rachell, you look terrible."

I smile fakely look up at him over my shoulder, "And Brad, you look worse than a pile of elephant scat on a bad day."

Brad rolls his eyes while Anna and Macy snicker. Nino shakes his head but, now with a smirk (of course), "I did not mean it in that way! Like you look so pale." He pokes my cheek. I swat his hand away. "And you have dark circles under your eyes."

When he tries to touch my cheek, I glower at him, "Will you just leave me alone? I'm fine."

He gives me a raised eyebrow, "Snappy are we? Geez, you must be on something."

I roll my eyes at the stupidity. He always uses the monthly excuse, "It was all that stupid guys fault. He had to run out in front of the truck." I turn to him to meet a bewildered expression and I continue talking as if it made all of the sense in the world, "If it wasn't for him I wouldn't feel so damn gloomy."

"Has Rachell experience what I think she has?" Macy gasps over dramatically.

"I think she has Macy!" Anna chimes in. Anna pushes Nino out of the way. She grabs onto Macy's elbow and they skip ahead of us.

I roll my eyes at the duo as they begin to sing, "Rachell had love at first sight," Over and over again.

Brad leans over to whisper in my ear, "Is it true?"

I shoot him a playful glare, "You really think I would believe in that kind of stuff? After all I have been through? I don't even know if want to date anymore." I cross my arms over my chest pouting.

"Well, it looks like you just shot some hearts down." Brad jabs my side with a smile.

"I'm only kidding. I probably won't date for a while. Nick…was a complete fail." I laugh bitterly.

Brad looks at me as if I got even crazier to him, "A complete fail? You said your vocab was a lot bigger than that."

"Oh, so you want the English Major to fire off some synonyms? Hm, disappoint, blunder, hit the skids-" I pop out a finger for each word

"Hit the skids?" Brad raises an eyebrow at me.

"Yes. Hit the skids." I grin wryly at him.

He holds his hands up, "Okay, the English Major wins!"

I rub my hands together grinning, "Excellent." Everyone backs away from my 'evil villain' portrayal.

"Sometimes, Rachell, you are really weird." Macy grins.

I grin right back, "Yeah, you're one to talk, Miss I-Don't-Like-Star-Wars."

"Many people don't like Star Wars." Nino points out in Macy's defense. I lean over in front of Brad causing him to slow down.

I glare at Nino, "If you weren't such a hot guitarist I would throw something at you but, since, unfortunately, you are an amazing guitarist, I cannot." I look away dramatically. My eyes widen when I see something move through the trees. I stop dead in my tracks.

Our apartment thing is in front of a forest that stretches all the way to the college, four blocks away. Usually, we don't see anything remotely scary in them but, I just saw a sinister shadow.

"Hello? Rachell!" Brad waves his hand in front of my face with a smile. I see that everyone else has continued to walk on and it's only me and him.

I blink at him. For a moment I feel split. I take a step away from Brad; towards the forest but, then I look back at him. One half feels like I should run into Brad's arms, somewhere I have always felt safe, and hope for the best with my friends and him, maybe, his and I's relationship can go somewhere. The other half, the weaker one, is screaming and screeching for me to run into that forest, somewhere I have always found some danger, and find that damn shadow. I feel like I know that shadow but, it is more like déjà vu from a dream. A very pleasant dream.

"Coming! Geez, can a girl look into the forest for a moment without being annoyed?" I smile at him as I skip to him. I bump into his side with a giggle.

"Not really." Brad smiles and puts his arm around my shoulders making me feel oddly fake.

Tuesday is almost the same as most Tuesdays. Brad making fun of me on the way to college, at lunch, and back to the corner. It changes when Brad stops and stares out into the forest as everyone but, me goes on, "What? Are you looking for nymphs or something?"

"No, I thought I saw a bear." He looks at me with some fear flickering in his eyes.

I gulp while forcing a smile, I know he won't second guess, "Wow, Brad, I didn't know you were such a pussy."

He glares at me and takes off towards the others. I watch him go, feeling lonely. Then I feel anger at myself. This is Brad! He isn't your boyfriend. He shouldn't make you this lonely when he leaves.

For a moment, I feel the same spilt as I felt the day before but, this time the weaker side trying stronger. In response I whip my head and glare at the forest, "Stupid bear-wolf-guy." I turn on my heel and head home. I have homework to do.

Wednesday is by far the slowest day of the week as it usually is. Today I feel restless, which makes the day even more annoying than it has already proven to be. In my last class of the day, I nearly sprint out of class loving the smell of fresh air. I feel the restlessness dull but, it still nags my mind as Brad walks over.

"Are you alright?" For once in Brad's lifetime, I find a flicker of concern in his brown eyes. He grabs my shoulders and forces me to look up at him.

I smirk pushing away the blush, "Chill, kiddo. I just have Spring Fever."

He stares at me for a moment longer, "We all have it. It just seems like this time you have it the worst." He let's go off my shoulders and turns away. He motions for me to follow him. I follow him without a second thought.

We begin to walk over to the music division to pick up Nino. Every few seconds I notice Brad looking over at me to see something… I can't really tell what it could be. Stupid boys, "It's been getting worse every day. It's almost like a rash." I scratch my arm to prove my point. He chuckles and waves our black haired friend over from across the courtyard.

The courtyard is a simple one. It has some benches in the shade of trees that side in square plots of land. There is a small fountain in the middle. Water comes out of the top of a square that sits on its point in the water. Around the fountain there are flowers and benches. Most of it is lush grass with a few criss-crossing concrete walkways.

For a moment, when he walks over with another guy I feel my stomach twist in knots. The man is covered head to toe in clothing, along with a hat. He wears gloves. He just has this feeling of sinister around him. When they get closer, I find that he was golden eyes. I nearly start cracking up but, I bite my lip.

Anna was going to get a kick out of this! The guy has the same eyes as those vampires in Dawn had! (A/N All Twilight references will be made through a series called Dawn. The names will be changed but, they'll be obvious.)

"Who's this guy?" Brad raises an eyebrow at the newcomer. I find myself wanting to protect Brad. I glare at him but, he thinks nothing of it.

The man smiles and I feel my heart speed up, to my displeasure of course. He has really long canines… "My name is Masen. Nice to meet you." He nods his head to Brad and then to me.

"He is the best drum guy I could find on short notice. And he's good with the party Friday." Nino speaks in his deep almost monotone voice.

I smirk happy for an excuse to go to a party, "I am so not driver this time."

"Rachell, please tell me you won't get drunk and do something completely stupid?" Brad eyes me with concern.

I roll my eyes, "Please! You are no fun at all! I've been depressed lately and you're not going to give me the chance to get rid of that?"

"I'm not going to let you drink yourself into oblivion!" Brad grinds his teeth.

My expression darkens threatening him to try and stop me, "I'd love to see-"

"Hey Nino! Who's this?" Macy smiles brightly at Nino and I can't help but, feel totally and utter lonely. At least Nino has someone that notices him. I would kill for someone to greet me like that.

"Hey! Rachell…Whoa, who's that?" Anna smiles seductively at the new drummer. Okay, maybe not a girl greeting me like that but…ugh, never mind this isn't making that much sense!

"This is Masen. He's going to play drums with my band on Friday." Nino answers with a sigh noticing Anna is taking a liking to Masen. Macy looks over to me with agitated eyes.

"Rachell, if you lay a finger-"

"On him I will face grave and terrible punishments. I know. You've told me every party where there's a new guy." I interrupt making Masen raise an eyebrow at me. I would have turned my head back to him and said something completely witty but, I just can't. Maybe, he's not my type? Yet, I don't have a type…

I let out a sigh of annoyance and a little in depression. No one seems to notice because Macy is chatting with Nino about music stuff as we begin to walk towards the condo, Anna is flirting with Masen, and Brad is…well okay he noticed.

"What's wrong?"

I turn my head and glance up at him for a moment then look away once more. Then I get an idea: I look into his brown eyes and find myself disappointed. They aren't the same. Since when do I notice that?

I flap my hand dismissing him, "Please. It's Wednesday. I'm allowed to look depressed."

He strokes his chin looking 'thoughtful', "I guess you could be right."

"Hell yeah, I'm right." I smirk as he playfully pushes me.

I could have sworn I heard a growl when I tripped into the road and Brad catches me before I fall on my butt. I smile thankfully at him. I push him back and the thoughts out of my head.

Thursday rolls in like a truck. I can't stop thinking about those dark pools of molten coffee. I feel like a love sick school girl as I keep drawing wolves in the corners of my notes too. I know it can't be possible but, it still feelings like He's connected to wolves. I'm used to myself making up those weird descriptions of people's features but, this is by far the worst I've had it.

"Are you okay?" Macy asks a bit concerned breaking my thoughts of running in the forest with a silver wolf next to me.

The guys have left the coffee shop saying that they have other things to do than just sit and watch us drink coffee and eat those weird triangle things (Brad's words), which are scones.

I sigh, "Yeah, I'm just tired. I stayed up really late last night."

Anna glares at me, one of the ways she shows concern, "You went to bed right after dinner. That was at six."

"I couldn't fall asleep."

"We came in a checked on you at seven to make sure you weren't doing drugs. You were sawing logs." Macy puts in not helping with my sudden agitation with the two of them.

"Are you like my mom now?"

"Rachell, we're worried about you." Anna sets down her coffee and sighs.

"What? There's nothing wrong with me." I lean back in my chair breaking a piece of my scone and shoving the whole thing in my mouth.

Macy bites her lip in irritation, "Ever since that stupid boy walked out our front door you have been more depressed, more forlorn, and more pissed off than usual."

"Ever since he walked out I've been feeling sick so, he probably gave me something." I grumble between chewing.

Anna shakes her head, "What happened to the old Rachell? The happy one? You said that you would never let a boy change you. Nick changed you, Rachell, and now, this boy has but, I have a feeling that he's better for you than Nick ever was."

I grind my teeth and glare at Anna for making no sense on the last part of that statement. How can she have that kind of feeling? She's hardly had three boyfriends she shouldn't be shoving love advice down my throat, "I am perfectly fine the way I am."

"You're depressed!" Macy shouts making the whole coffee shop look at us. I raise my eyebrow challenging the grizzly. "I would have the drunken party girl that you were just a week ago than this! It's like when Nick left you all over again!"

I stand up shoving my chair back. It falls over making a loud clattering noise. If someone wasn't paying attention before they were now, "Do you think I choose to be like this? All depressed and shit? Do you think I like being only able to think about him? That I just love putting myself in these situations to get hurt in the end? I hate it too! I miss me too! But I can't go back and we all know that." I shake my head at the realization. I don't know why it never accrued to me…

The old me was never coming back. The one that was never invited to the drunken parties. Instead she would hang out with the guys and shoot paintball. The one that was single and happy. She did it so she could do whatever she wanted. The one that wasn't held down by a guy. She was as free as any bird. The one that hardly ever got drunk. She would get sugar high instead.

Now, I'm just a pile of emotions that I don't know what to do with.

"I'm going for run." I leave some of the tip and take off out the door. I breathe a sigh of freedom as the fresh air hits me. It was extremely stuffy in that coffee place.

Why can this one boy do this to me is something I can't fathom. Not even Nick got me thinking of him like this. And I actually knew Nick. This boy I know nothing about. Not even his name!

I take off down the road towards the woods. The coffee house is on the other side of our block so, it doesn't take me long to burst through the trees like a wild animal. Tears sting my eyes as branches scrape my arms. I know it wasn't the best idea to randomly go running in the woods without some way back or protection. Yet, for some reason it doesn't matter to me at the moment. I wonder why… (sarcasm, major sarcasm).

I hear all the twigs break under my step and the leaves whiz by my ears. There is nothing but, the forest and I. I don't have to deal with anyone telling me a thing. I can just listen to the animals of the forest. I can forget about the wolf kid, about Nick, about school, and about my friends.

I stop a few seconds later with my heart pounding and my ragged breathing. Yeah, I had played soccer in high school but, that was back then and I was never great at endurance.

I look down at my legs finding them bleeding and with red gashes anywhere it wasn't bleeding. I lift my right arm to take a look at it too. I find it in the same condition as my legs. I look up and see some abnormal light. I figure it has to be a clearing if it has that much light. So, I stumble closer to the light hoping I can lie down and take a rest in it.

When I am close enough to see that it is a pretty big clearing, I trip over something huge and sprawl over it. I feel fur and a sticky liquid touch my thighs and under my arms. I bite my lip knowing exactly what the sticky liquid is.

What if it's the wolf kid?

The stray thought nearly makes me puke. It can't be him! There is no way it can be him!

I scramble off the dead animal and nearly cry with relief. It's only a buck. A very big buck. Like a freakin' eight point or something like that…

I step around it and find a stream, conveniently, over on the other side of the clearing.

I try and ignore the weird feeling that comes with walking with all kinds of blood on you. You know the one where you feel incredibly dirty and you will never be clean? Well, maybe it's just me.

I take off my Converses and mismatched socks and wade into the stream up to my knees. I cup the water and run it over my thighs watching the blood stream down in pale red lines, reminding myself that I have to wash everything down with multiple different medical cleaning agents when I get home. The water chills my toes and calves but, it's refreshing in a way. This is nature's water not some filtered stuff that we get back in the condo thing.

I hum to myself as I continue to clean the blood off my arms. I look down at my shirt, glad that isn't my favorite, and then at my shorts smiling, remembering they're a bit tight. When I'm down washing, I sit back on the bank and splash water with my feet.

When I hear a deep growl, I turn around quickly and find the biggest ass wolf I have ever seen! I am serious this thing has to be an alien or at least radioactive! I stare in fear at the thing as it does the same to me. I gulp and do the least sensible thing in this situation. I ramble, "Hey, Mr. Wolf. I wasn't going to eat the deer, I swear. And you know I think it would taste way better than I would, you know? Because you know…um… normal wolves eat deer all the time! Yeah, I watch the National Geographic channel and I saw them hunt and stuff. It's pretty awesome how you guys do that…" I trail off seeing that I'm getting nowhere with the wolf. I scratch the back of my neck, "Okay, well, it seems that I'm not going to get out of here in one piece so, if you are going to eat me…"

The wolf starts to cough, like if you have some flem in the back of your throat and it's in that place where you can't swallow it but, you don't have enough to hack it up. My eyes widen. What if this big fella has something in his throat and he's dying?

"Are you okay?" I nearly kill myself trying to stand up and get up the bank because I trip on some random slippery rock and slice my hand on a different much sharper rock, "Damn." I shake my hand and continue up the bank. When I look up, I find the wolf has stopped its coughing and is staring at me, intently I might add. I stop dead in my tracks.

What if he thinks I got too close? Will he attack me? "I thought you were choking on something…UGH! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have moved…"

The wolf tilts his head and lifts what I think is an eyebrow, I can't really tell because not only is the wolf big but, it's really hairy.

"Did you get dropped on your head when you were a pup? You're not attacking like a regular wolf." I scowl. Then I smack my head, "Sorry, I did not mean to say that… wow, talk about word vomit."

The wolf starts to make the hacking-the-flem noise again and I stare at him in horror. I have to save him! So, I make one of those stupid moves, again, and scurry up the bank and make it half way across the clearing before he notices and the same thing goes for myself for that matter. God, do I have a death wish or two?

He flattens back his ears in warning and I hold my hands up, "I'M SORRY! I thought you were choking again! ERG!" I grip my head for being stupid again. That's when my hand starts to kill and about the same time I remember that I sliced it on the rock, "Oh, shit." I look up from my hand towards the wolf to make sure he's not going to go crazy with blood lust or something, "Um… well, I guess you can smell or see that I'm bleeding. I would really appreciate it if you didn't attack me while I try and figure out how to stop the bleeding…"

The wolf snorts his reply.

"Oh, thanks for making me feel intelligent." I grumble under my breath walking over to my shoes listening intently to everything. What can I say? I'm scared of the big bad wolf that is lurking behind me, "Could I use my sock? Hm, do I have my pocket knife on me?" I pat down my pants to find that they are tucked nicely in my butt pocket, "Sweetness!" I pull them out, thanking God for putting some luck on my side today, and quickly pull out the knife with my finger nail. I turn back to the wolf to find him patiently watching me sitting down. I scrunch my face up.

Is he mocking me? What am I thinking? He's a wolf…they're wise and stuff like owls… I wouldn't assume they mock?

I shake my head kneeling down to pick up the sock. I cut up the sock so, it resembles a makeshift tie-around-it bandage. I smile to myself completely proud so, I hold it out in front of me until I see some blood drip on my shorts, "Awe! C'mon!" I growl and quickly put my pocket knife in my mouth and tie the cut up sock around my hand.

I look behind me to find the wolf has creeped closer to me. I bite my lip holding back the fear that's about to burst out of my stomach. He seems to notice this and stops. He sits down and looks at me, "What am I supposed to think when you quietly creep up on me? At least make some noise… Then again you are a wolf…" I tap my chin. I wave my hand dismissing the thought, "Listen, I know you want to eat that um…buck over there so, I can leave really quickly if you don't chase me. Not that I wouldn't run away quickly if you were…" I trail off knowing that I started rambling again.

The wolf huffs at me.

I frown, "Whatever. I'm allowed to assume things, thank you! You are a wild animal. So, I'll probably never see you again. Yeah, this is good-bye then." I feel my heart do this weird constriction thing as I say the word 'good-bye'. I think the wolf feels it too. It makes me put my hand over my heart to make sure it's still there. I look down at my chest wondering what's going on. I haven't felt this since sophomore year of high school.

Before I can move, or for that matter even blink, the wolf is a foot in front of me breathing giant puffs of air. I take a gulp before I look up ready to have my head bitten off. Yet, I find myself staring into familiar coffee eyes.

I tilt my head wondering how this could have happened; for 'The Guy' and this wolf to have the same eyes. Before I can stop myself, I speak what's on my mind, "You have really pretty eyes for a wolf… not that I've seen many but, still." I give him a nervous smile. I scratch the back of my neck trying to grab onto some courage.

His eyes seem to brighten at the confession but, not a minute later seem to become guarded once more. I close my eyes and sigh. Today has been really exhausting and now, I'm dealing with a giant wolf. Who knew that Thursdays could be almost worse than Wednesdays?

I feel something wet on my nose. My eyes fly open to find that the wolf's nose is on mine.

Was that okay? Do you think I got the feelings right? How do you like the characters so far (Rachell, Anna, Macy, Nino, Brad, and Masen [not that you've heard about him a lot. I promise more next chap!])? Tell me your feelings about the story!