Disclaimer: Yeah… I still don't own Twilight or any of these songs, unfortunately… All credit for the song used in this chapter, again, goes to Flyleaf.

"Hey, hey," Embry said. "Sorry I scared you."

I sighed in relief. "It's fine," I said. "I overreacted a bit."

"I'll say." Embry looked around him. "Hey, where's Seth?"

"He went to go help Leah. He thinks she's hurt."

"And he left you here all alone?"

I groaned. "What do you want, Embry?" I asked.

"Nothing much," he said, caressing my arms.

"Get your hands off me!" I screamed. Embry had this idea that—since imprinting could be any kind of love—I would leave Seth for him. And no matter how much I reminded him that he would imprint one day on some other girl, he didn't give up. I guess his plan was to just dump me when that girl came along. Yeah, no.

"Afraid your boyfriend will be mad?" Ugh. He was starting to sound like a male version of Tiffany.

I turned around and started walking toward the car. I figured I'd hide in there until Seth got back.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Away from you!" I huffed.

He grabbed my wrist. I tried to break free but he was too strong. Ugh! He turned me to face him.

"Let go of me," I fumed.

"No," he smirked.

"Embry Call, if you do not let go of me this instant, I swear on my life I'll—"

"You'll what?" he mused.

"If I were you, I wouldn't stick around to find out." I pulled my wrist from his grasp and started walking again. He grabbed my arm this time. His grip was so strong; I couldn't break free this time. His free hand traced my leg.

I jerked my knee up. I jerked my knee up really hard.

Embry let out a pained huff and loosened his grip. I took the opportunity and ran. I pulled on the handle to open the door of the passenger's seat. It was locked, great!

Of course, I knew better than to upset a werewolf. I'd seen what happened to Emily, I'd heard of Bella's experiences with angry wolves. But I couldn't help it.

I jerked at the handle as if my some miracle it would unlock. Of course, it didn't. Embry recovered from the pain and had come after me. His hand grabbed my upper left arm. I tried to kick him again, but he had his foot placed firmly over my own, giving me the inability to move it. I might've tried with my other leg, but Embry was repeating the gesture that got him hurt in the first place.

I completely lost it then. My right hand formed a hard fist and I swung it at his face.

Embry fell back onto the floor. His nose was bleeding really badly. I just stared at him through my angry eyes. How dare him! I never thought he would go this far! I couldn't believe it! I was shocked. I was angry. I was… I was furious! My heart rate increased with my anger and my breathing got heavy. I wanted to kill the guy lying in front of me. Eventually, my anger receded and my adrenaline rush evaporated. All that was left was self-horror.

I stared at the still clenched fist that rested at my side. Did I really just do that? That was so… unlike me. But, really, he'd had it coming! The bleeding had stopped by now, but the once flowing blood had stained the ground beneath my victim where he laid, unconscious, but alive… I hoped.

"Seth," I whispered to myself. "Seth!" I called louder. He came out of the woods but seconds later only in sweatpants. I imagined he'd been running. I turned around and saw Seth smile at me and then look to my side and saw what I'd done.

"What happened?" he asked, running up to my side.

"He had it coming," I murmured.

"What happened, Jasmine?" he demanded.

So I told him.

"Oh my God," he snarled. "What the hell is wrong with him?!"

"I've been asking myself the same thing," I murmured.

"Did you break your hand?" he asked.

"No," I replied. "Why would I have broken my hand?"

He stared at me in shock. "You didn't break your hand?"

"No," I repeated.

"Let me see," he suggested. I lifted my right hand and he examined it. "It doesn't hurt at all?" he clarified.

"No. Seth, am I missing something?"

"Bella didn't tell you?"

"I don't think so. What happened?"

"When Bella was human she punched Jacob in the face. She broke her arm. No human is supposed to be strong enough to cause damage to a werewolf without hurting themselves greatly. I'm surprised that your hand doesn't even hurt."

"Now, so am I," I said. I moved my hand around but it didn't feel abnormal at all. "I just got so mad."

"You had a right to be," Seth said. "I'm going to call Sam to come get him. He might need to go to the hospital."

"Will he be all right?" I asked. "I hope I didn't hurt him very badly."

"For his sake, I hope you did," Seth said. "It might teach him a lesson."

Seth dug his phone out of his pocket and dialed what I figured was Sam's number.

"Sam," Seth said, "Can you come down by the cliff? Something's happened … No; Bella didn't jump again … Jasmine punched Embry—" A loud laugh from the other end that even I could here "—He crossed the line," he said through clenched, furious teeth. "I'll explain later … Can you please just come take him to the hospital … He's unconscious … No, she's not hurt … I have no clue … Carlisle might know, though. He always has answers … Because I don't want that worthless mutt in my car … All right, see you soon."

"Is he on his way?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm sure he'll be here soon." Seth looked down at me with a small smile on his face. "Now, let's get you out of here."

He pressed a button on the car keys and the doors unlocked. I pulled the handle and stepped inside. Buckling my seatbelt, I stared out at Embry. He was starting to stir. Soon, he was sitting up. Looking dizzy, he fell back down. I stifled a laugh then quieted it immediately. I hated violence, I didn't believe in it. And yet, I had just knocked a werewolf unconscious. What was wrong with me?

"I'm sorry you had to… go through that," Seth sighed.

"It wasn't your fault," I said.

"Yes it was, Jasmine," he argued. "If I hadn't had left you, he wouldn't have done that."

"You had to help Leah," I said. I realized I'd just opened the door to a new branch of conversation. "What happened to Leah?" I decided to ask.

"She was trying to beat her running record," he said. "She got her foot caught in an old animal trap. When she tried to pull free, she made it worse and it hurt her leg. She couldn't move very well."

"Where is she now?" I asked.

"Probably running again." Seth shrugged. "I tried to make her go home, but she wouldn't hear of it."

"She's strong," I said. "I'm sure she'll be fine."

"I'm sure she will. But, Jasmine," Seth said, looking into my eyes, "will you be okay?"

I knew I couldn't steer the conversation away from this for very long. I sighed. "I will. I'm sure he won't be bothering me anymore."

"I'm sorry," he said again.

"Seth," I said sternly, looking him in the eye, "it isn't your fault that Embry is a complete moron."

"Still," he said, gripping the steering wheel even tighter, "I can't help but feel that if I had been there, that wouldn't have happened."

"You went to help your sister," I reminded him. "That's hardly a crime."

"So you don't care at all that Embry just crossed the line ten times over?"

"Of course I care. It definitely made my top ten on my 'things I never want to relive' list."

Seth's phone vibrated at the moment, cutting him off from whatever he was about to say. "Carlisle?" he asked after looking at the caller ID. "You've got to be kidding me … He hasn't seen her around school? … That explains it … Will you be home soon? … I want you to take a look at Jasmine's hand. She says it doesn't hurt at all, but I think she needs a professional's opinion … All right, great. Thank you, Carlisle." He closed his phone.

"He imprinted, didn't he?" I asked.

"How did you know that?" Seth stared at me in bewilderment.

"I'm not sure," I said. "I've been doing that a lot lately."

"All right, Smarty," he teased. "Let's see what else you know. What's her name?"

"Seth," I whined, "don't make me do this."

"Just guess," he pressed.

I groaned. "Fine. Um… Sandra?"

He stared at me again.

"I got it right?" I asked, amazed with myself.

"Surprisingly," he said. "Sandra Tilling. She got a part time job at the hospital when she moved here from New Mexico. She didn't feel comfortable starting a new school in the middle of the year so her mom is homeschooling her."

"Well, I guess he should thank me, then."

"He should. Without you having punched him, he might never have seen her."

"Tell him I'm awaiting a thank you and an apology."

"Will do."

We pulled into the Cullen driveway at that moment. Alice was there to greet us.

"Hey," she said. "I heard."

"Carlisle?" I asked.

She nodded. "I'm getting your cell phone number changed, by the way."

"That won't be necessary," I said. "I don't think he'll be calling any time soon."

"And why is that?" Alice smirked. I'm sure she already knew why, she probably just wanted to hear me say it. That, or Emmett had his ear pressed to the door awaiting a laugh.

"Because I punched him in the face," I said. "And just for the record, I feel terrible about it and will never do it again."

I heard a teasing "aw" from Emmett inside the house.

"He has no clue what the meaning or privacy is, does he?" I asked.

"I don't think any of us can help it," Alice giggled. "We hear things we don't want to hear a lot of the time."

Alice scurried inside the house, Seth and I behind her.

"Glad to hear you like your new car," Jasper said once we were inside."

"It's amazing, Jasper!" I squealed. "I love it." I ran over to give him a big hug before hurrying upstairs, Seth at my heels.

"Time to practice?" he asked as I emerged from my closet with a purple guitar slung onto my shoulder.

"It sure is," I answered. He pulled his own guitar out from behind my desk and held it in his hands.

"The usual?" he asked.

"I was thinking something different today," I said.

"Which one?" he asked.

"So I Thought," I answered. He smiled at me and as I waited for my heart rate to return to normal, I smiled back.

As we started playing the beginning of the song, I put my entire soul into it like I always did when I was around music. It made it so much more special that I got to share something I loved to do with the person I loved more than life itself. It was a song I'd written not very long ago, and it was one of my favorites. Not exactly the most upbeat song, but it was still beautiful. After a few seconds, it was time for my vocals to come in.

"All your twisted thoughts free flow
To everlasting memories
Show soul
Kiss the stars with me
And dread the wait for
Stupid calls returning to us to life
We say to those who are in love
It can't be true 'cause we're too young
I know that's true because so long I was
So in love with you
So I thought

A year goes by
And I can't talk about it

On my knees
Dim lighted room
Thoughts free flow try to consume myself in this
I'm not faithless
Just paranoid of getting lost or that I might lose
Ignorance is bliss cherish it
Pretty neighborhoods you learn to much to hold
Believe it not
And fight the tears
With pretty smiles and lies about the times

A year goes by
And I can't talk about it
The times weren't right
And I can't talk about it"

I continued to strum away on my guitar for a few more seconds without singing. When it was time for the vocals to start up again, Seth joined me.

"Choris Romance says goodnight
Close your eyes and I'll close mine
Remember you, remember me
Hurt the first, the last between
Choris Romance says goodnight
Close your eyes and I'll close mine
Remember you, remember me
Hurt the first, the last, betw—"

"Jasmine!" Bella called from downstairs, interrupting us. I dropped my guitar and let it hang on my shoulder. I looked over at Seth who was looking as confused as I felt. "Carlisle's home! He wants to take a look at your hand!"

I sighed. Did I not just play half of a song? My hand is fine. I reluctantly pulled the guitar strap over my head and propped it up against the wall. I took Seth's hand in my completely unharmed hand and we walked out of my room and down the stairs.

"Carlisle, I swear I am perfectly fine," I said.

"Let's get a second opinion on that, shall we?" Esme said, ushering me over to the table. She motioned for me to sit on the table, which I did. Carlisle came over with his doctor's bag in hand.

"Let's take a look at that arm," he said. "Does it hurt at all?"

"Not at all, Carlisle," I assured him.

He picked up my arm and looked at it for a moment. He moved it around in a circular motion then pulled slightly at my wrist. I didn't twitch even once.

"Hm," he said. "There doesn't appear to be anything wrong with it. I can only conclude that Jasmine acted on either an adrenaline or an anger rush that gave her enough strength to momentarily knock Embry unconscious without hurting herself."

"So, there's nothing wrong with me?" I said, hopping down from the table.

"Nothing I can see," he assured me. "Just don't try that again. I cannot guarantee that you'll always come out unharmed in a situation like this."

"Oh, there won't be another situation like this," Seth said through clenched teeth. "Not if I have anything to say about it."

"Don't worry, Seth," Alice said, walking into the room. "I don't see anything even relatively close to this in her future."

My phone rang at that moment. I took it out of my pocket and looked at the caller ID which read "Don't Answer." Embry was calling.

"Hello?" I asked as I held the phone to my ear.

"Hey, Jasmine? It's Embry."

"Hey, Embry. I heard about the imprinting. You're welcome."

"'You're welcome' for what?"

"If I hadn't socked you in the face, you would've probably never seen her."

"Ha ha, I guess you're right. Thanks."

"And again, you're welcome."

"And, Jasmine, I'm really sorry about that. I just—"

"Hold it. Embry, really, it's all right."

"Did you hurt your hand?"

"No, actually. Carlisle said I acted on an adrenaline rush that was strong enough to keep me from hurting myself."

"That's good. I was worried you'd broken something."

"Oh, how's your nose? I'm sorry about that, really, I am. I shouldn't have done it. It was so unlike me…"

"You had a right to. I probably would've done the same thing to I don't blame you. As for my nose, it's broken. Being a werewolf, though, it should be fully healed by tomorrow."

"Glad to hear you're doing better."

"I'm not," Seth murmured beside me.

"Embry!" a different, unfamiliar voice said. "Let's go!"

"Er… I gotta go. See you Monday?" Embry said.

"See you." Then I hung up the phone.

"I hear he's fairing well?" Alice questioned.

"Yeah, he'll be fine by morning," I answered.

"That's nice," she said. "I heard your practice earlier. That was great. I told you you'd need the guitar later."

"Thanks, Alice," I said. "You really thought it was that good?"

"It was better than good," Rosalie who was just walking into the room volunteered. "It was spectacular."

"Your voice was amazing," Emmett said. "How anyone can sing like that without lessons, I'll never know."

"Did you ever think of maybe singing up to be the entertainment for senior prom?" Seth asked. "The whole thing is next week and the committee hasn't booked a gig yet. I'm sure they'd love you."

My face flushed. "Oh no. Oh heck no. I cannot sing in front of a crowd and I do not plan to try."

"C'mon, Jazzy," Bella said. "It would be so amazing to have a Cullen onstage."

"Yeah, I can talk to the head of the committee for you," Edward said.

"No one do anything," I said. "I am not singing and that is final."

I tried to drown out all the persuasion going on around me. My talents were going to remain hidden among my family members and that was that.

Author's Note: Hey everyone. Just to remind you all, I'm sort of just winging this entire high school thing considering the fact that, well, you know, I'm in the sixth grade… If I write something wrong about any of this, can someone please leave me a review and tell me because I want to make this as accurate as possible and the oldest friends I have are in eighth grade so I figure middle school is pretty different from high school. Thanks everyone! ~April