A/N: Loving the reviews from you guys so far! This chapter was written entirely while listening to rock and punk songs from various artists. Avery is pretty pissed! I don't own Twilight!

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Anger was not a word that could be used to describe my emotions towards Collin right now. I loathed every square inch of him, and everything he seemed to do made me despise him more. Just his casual breathing made me want to rip out his throat and feed him to a mountain lion. I was in a mood that made me think sadistically cruel thoughts about what I would do to him before I killed him. The torture and suffering I would make him endure. No one gives away the heart of Avery Uley and gets away unscathed.

Unfortunately, I couldn't attack him without the pack knowing something was up, and investigating further into the situation. They were already too curious for their own good. The phrase 'Curiosity killed the cat' came to mind, but I don't think it has the same affect of wolves. Not to mention the fact that they were four curious werewolves.

So I had to settle for glaring at him at every possible opportunity and cursing with a wild range of vocabulary in my mind. I think he got the message, because as I continued to glare at him throughout the morning, he began to avoid my glare, and he would purposefully stand as far away from me as possible.

'Good' I thought as I noted he was standing in the opposite side of Emily's living room, nonchalantly cleaning up decorations from last night. Sam had him on clean up duty for his behavior last night. I, however, got off scot-free. I relaxed on the couch with a soda, and continued to think evil thoughts at Collin. No one could say he didn't deserve every last curse I thought at him. Not after what he did to me.

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Last Night:

I felt my body begin to shake. Anger and shock raged through my slight frame, making me shake like a leaf. Paul and Brady simply watched, shock apparent on their faces as Collin's dark figure disappeared in the forest. I wanted to shift, to know what Collin was thinking and what he planned on telling Seth. My body remained a human though. I felt as if my heart was holding me back, preventing me from shifting and losing all sense of normalcy.

So I stood and let my body slowly relax. Goosebumps still rode up and down my arms, sending shivers down my spine. 'How could he do this to me?' was the first coherent thought in my mind. Collin was the only one who knew of my true feelings, who knew what I felt for Seth. Now he had taken it, run it over, set it on fire, chewed it up and spat it back in my face. I felt pain rip at my insides, the pain in my heart the greatest.

Dashing over to the nearest tree, I heaved and vomited. Paul approached warily. "You OK Ave? What's wrong?" he said anxiously. I heard Brady approach slowly too as I continued to heave by the poor tree. I couldn't answer, for the burning acid stung the back of my throat. My body convulsed, and then it stopped. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

Standing up and my insides felt hollow, as if the pain had caved me out, leaving nothing behind. I felt numb, and I most certainly didn't need an audience to see me. "Go away." I mumbled to Paul and Brady. Staggering a few steps towards the forest in a crude attempt to follow Collin, I reached a new tree and sunk down beside it. Leaning my meager body against the tree, I felt my body give a great sigh, before my eyes fluttered closed.

It was sometime later that I realized my body was no longer outside, resting among the crunchy leaves and the sounds of the nighttime, but inside. At some point, someone had picked me up and placed me on the couch. I didn't open my eyes for a long time. It felt as if I could break the silence by performing such and unsavory act as allowing myself to see the world. Besides, at this point in time, it's not like I wanted to see it.

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I felt a great urge to walk up to Collin and spit in his face. Just to show him a lesson for his irrational actions a few hours earlier. The soreness of my entire body would not permit that I move about too much though. I felt like I had just run a marathon, even though all I had done was sleep in an awkward fetal position on the couch for a few hours. My body wanted to give up and die, and I felt obliged to almost follow that request. Only if it weren't for every movement I made felt like a ripping pain was surging through my heart.

My thoughts circulated about how many ways I could torture Collin for what he told Seth. I still had to learn what he had said, but it couldn't reflect well on my part. For all I knew, Seth probably thought I was a raging lunatic of a girl, whom he wanted to distance himself from very far. So as you can guess, my thoughts to anyone who dared even glance in my direction from afar were less than kind. No one dare say anything. Not even Sam.

He was still trying to learn about what Collin had gotten up to after he had managed to regain order of the party. Collin had managed to come up with some lie about just going for a run of the border, but Sam wasn't buying it. Icy, venomous words of hatred threatened to spill off my tongue any time either of them mentioned it. I could tell Sam was unhappy with the results he had to drag out from Collin, but my loathsome glares to the pair of them shut him up.

Sometime after midday, after lying about on the couch all morning, Emily finally bucked up the courage to speak and suggested I go outside to get some fresh air. My body attempted to disagree, but I ignored the shooting pain in my joints and muscles. I dragged my body outside, and sat down on the porch for a few moments.

The door creaked open behind me, and I prepared a growl in my throat, ready to tell whomever it was to piss off. Turning around, and my eyes softened with curiosity. Brady stood innocently hovering above me. "We need to talk." was all he said, before edging his way around me carefully, like I was a deadly python rearing to strike, before ambling into the forest.

I pushed myself up from the porch, and slowly began to follow him deep into the forest. After about seven minutes of walking, and some serious complaining from my feet and legs, Brady stopped. He leant easily against a tree, acting as if this whole affair was casual and a regular occurrence. After a few moments of awkward silence, my annoyance rose above my curiosity. "What?" I asked sourly.

Brady seemed to take it all in stride. He paused, and by the little furrow in his brow, I could tell he was thinking things over, as if carefully positioning his words in his mind before he said them. After a moment or so of careful planning about his sentences, he spoke, the tone of his voice clear and confident. "I need to understand what is going on between you and Collin. He won't tell me anything, which is… well I just don't like being kept from secrets, especially by Collin. So, I've come to you." He finished, acting as if this whole damn thing was commonplace. It irked me.

I held back the growl that was rising in my throat, and subdued my anger at him for being so nosy. 'Well, of all of your pack-mates, you kind of knew who would figure it out first, didn't you?' My inner thoughts reigned. So with a sigh rather than a snarl, I opened my heart up yet again to someone, and prayed to God that it wouldn't hurt much.

Brady simply stood, perfectly still, like he was a statue on a fountain or something. He didn't interrupt and there were no signs of any emotions playing out on his face. When I finished talking, neither of us said anything for a few minutes. I took the moments of silence to bask in my complete and utter idiocy at yet again letting my heart dictate my actions. Common sense was playing an idle role on my life at the moment and I was not pleased.

'You complete and utter idiot. Now you might as well shoot yourself because a bullet to the head is the only thing that can stop this train wreck now.' My inner monologue seemed insistent about ranting on and on about what a complete idiot I was and how my stupidity had never before reached levels such as this. I almost wanted to sigh at the normalcy of it all, but that wouldn't help Brady's mind thinking that I wasn't crazy.

It felt like an hour had passed before he spoke again. "Well, what are you going to do Ave?" he said, clearly having spent the last few minutes analyzing and over-analyzing his words. I snorted at his carefully planned sentence. "If I knew that, do you think I would still be here?" I asked, my cynical bitchy side coming out to play. 'Well, we're screwed' I thought, before letting bitchy me reign supreme over my actions.

A/N: OK, I know I have been getting some reviews, but I really need your thoughts on what you think will happen next. What do we think happened between Collin and Seth? What do you think Brady's future involvement in the story will be? What do you think of Avery so far? I promise another update before I go back to school on the 7th. That one might have some more fluff and romance-shit in it depending on the reviews I get. It's all down to you, and you know you want to really ;)