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A/N: This is quite a quick update and I got nobody else to thank but you my reviewers and my beta WolfGirl-Addie. You're all so amazing thank you so much. You keep this story alive. Anyway, I've got a few questions about Seth and yes it is Seth Clearwater from the pack. To make the story a bit more comprehendable, this is at the END of New Moon and BEFORE Eclipse. I thought that Seth was already a wolf, at least in my story he is, yet he is a newbie. He always liked Summer but when he joined the pack BOOM imprint! So yes, Summer is his imprint and yes she knows. But she has her reasons to act the way she does, so don't hate her! Anyway, I want to give you the ages;

Julie is 17 soon to be 18, Paul is 18, Summer has just turned 17, Seth is 16, Jared is 18, Kim is 18, Jacob, Quil, Embry they are all 17. Hope I cleared things up now. Anyway, enough with the wait. Here is the chapter. Don't forget to leave a message!

If Only You'd Seen It

Paul screwed up, royally, enormously. I knew he had a violent nature but he seemed to have it under control. In fact, I haven't seen him fight with anyone in a very long time. And even if he does fight he doesn't beat the bloody pulp out of someone. I've never seen him do that. He's better than that, at least that's what I thought. How wrong I was though. If only you'd seen it. You'd understand what I meant. If Jared and Jacob hadn't pulled him away I wasn't sure what would've happened with Dante Williamson. But if I was honest, I wouldn't care.

Dante Williamson isn't the nicest person on earth. In fact, he is a down right brute. He pesters younger kids, picks on them, he makes seventh graders cry, which is downright awful. He uses his friends, worst of it, they know it and yet they don't mind. Why? I'm not sure. He treats girls like dirt. He even assaulted one girl Lily Waltz, she and her parents moved away. Poor Lily, I knew her. We had some of our classes together. Thank God, Dante and I didn't. But Lily and he did, obviously.

I never understood why Lily felt attracted to Dante. He's awful, a creep, scary, and he'd crush a person in a single minute. But apparently he can be charming. He only uses that charm with girl and in the beginning he's a darling, but then he meets someone else and he drops the former girl in a second. Only when he did that to Lily, things didn't end well.

I still remember her, all bloody and torn in my living room. She never had real friends and she thought of me as a friend. I thought of her as a friend too and was relieved she trusted me, but sometimes I wished I never knew.

"Lily." I gasped as I dropped my sketchbook on the floor and closed the door in a swift motion. Her dress was torn in several places, her state of nature showing. I shrugged out of my cardigan and quickly wrapped it around her shoulders. I helped her sit down on the couch. I held her hands in mine as she shook. I started to panic. I didn't know how to handle this. I ran to the phone and dialled the number of the person who'd help me.

"Hello?"

"Mom, you have to come." I cried.

"What's wrong Julie?" My mother had demanded. She always knew how to handle such a situation, I wish I knew too.

"Lily's here. But she's bleeding and… T-there's blood mom." I stuttered. The phone was shaking in my hands and I realized that it was me who was causing the shaking.

"I'm coming honey. Calm down, okay? Take a deep breath... Good girl. I'll be there. Just stay put." I nodded even though I knew she wouldn't see it. I hung up the phone and went back to Lily. Who seemed indifferent to all of it, the only emotion she was radiating was indifference. If it wouldn't be for the shaking I would have doubted she was feeling anything at all.

I turned on the heating, thinking she was cold. I than ascended the stairs and got the first aid kit for my mother and some blankets and a change of clothes for her to wear. I was merely walking around doing things to calm myself, while I didn't realize that I wasn't he one that needed calming. It was Lily. I could hit myself for being so insensitive. I sat down next to her, not pushing her to speak, knowing she'll do so in her own time. At that moment my mother barged through the door and saw me and Lily. She immediately turned into Nurse Lynam instead of my mother.

She ordered me to get out of the room, because I was too emotionally unstable or something. She gave me a list to do; half of it was already done. But I still did it. When I came back in the living room Lily was patched up yet the blank look remained. My mother ushered me to sit next to her and as I sat down, Lily began to tell us what happened.

"He attacked me." My mother was sitting in front of her holding her hands. I sat down next to her with my arm around her shoulder. She shrugged it off casually. She didn't want to be held.

"Who," My mother asked firmly. Not insensitively, just with authority.

"Dante," She whispered. Her voice was starting to break and hot tears spilled over staining her black and blue bruised face, "at first he was just yelling but than suddenly he lost it." Her voice became squeaky. "He started to hit me and he didn't stop. He just didn't stop." I saw my mother squeeze Lily's hand in a gesture for her to continue.

"D-did he force himself on y-you?" I asked softly, scared to know the answer. She didn't respond though but crawled up in a ball on the couch hugging her knees while crying, rocking herself gently.

"Julie, call her parents." My mother told me.

I didn't see her after that. She didn't contact me either. I understood, and I didn't hold it against her. I just wish she had done something about it. Her parents wanted her to press charges, but somehow the case got dismissed and she was labelled as a liar by not only the judge but also by him and his friends. She refused to stay in La Push and the next day they were gone.

It was strange seeing Dante at school, acting all innocent. Fooling around like nothing had ever happened. Everyone eventually forgot about Lily and soon she became nothing but a memory, hidden in the back of everyone's mind. Nobody brought it up, scared of what Dante would do.

Everyone also knows that Paul Matson and Dante Williamson are bad boys. They always stayed away from each other. Not wanting to provoke any kind of trouble. But today hell was out. I guess that it was supposed to happen eventually. They would butt heads sometime but it never got out of hand like this. Their friends made sure of that.

"Jules, my dear," Seth joked and I punched his arm feigning anger. He rolled his eyes and caught up with me as I continued my walk to the cafeteria. Paul was back. Apparently, it was all over the school, every girl whispering his name. The teachers glancing in disapproval as he walked in class... Late.

"Paul's back." Seth said casually. I shrugged. I didn't ask where he was. I didn't even greet him. I didn't know why, because I was worried sick for days. Or maybe not worried sick, but I was concerned and for him to brush by me that easily did kind of hurt me. I expected him to come to me. But maybe I was asking a bit too much. We weren't that close. And he didn't owe me anything.

"Aren't you going to say hello?" Seth pressed. I raised my eyebrows at him and he got the hint and subtly shut up.

"Why would she?" I heard Summer say. Her voice was filled with indignation and she looked at Seth like you would at dogs shit.

"Did I ask you something Summer?" Seth said loftily. He didn't seem bothered by her and I suppose that it irritated Summer. She felt mocked and threatened by him and that's why she always picked a fight with him.

"You didn't have to, I chose to react anyways." Summer responded. I rolled my eyes and walked to the cafeteria, them trailing behind me. I looked around till I saw the table I wanted to see. Jared and Kim were there. So were Brady, Jacob, Quill, Embry and Paul, of course. I rolled my eyes again but decided to sit with them anyways. I always sat there and I wasn't going to change that just because Paul ignored me.

"Hey you guys." I said faking a smile. Never knew that smiles could hurt.

"Jules," Brady said happily. Paul looked up at me and for the first time that day I noticed how tired he looked. In fact, everyone looked tired. But Paul's eyes stuck out. Maybe I was too judgemental.

"Julie." Jared nodded and he patted the empty seat next to him. It was the one next to Paul. Who cares? I sat down next to him. He gave me a smile and I felt butterflies fill my stomach and I opened my mouth to say something. Someone else cut me of though.

"For once Summer shut up!" Seth hissed. I looked up quickly when I heard it and to my utter astonishment Summer paled. But it was no match against Seth. He was angry and he seemed hurt. "You have no idea what I'm feeling so don't try to act like you do know. Just because you're so freaking confused about your feelings don't doubt mine. It would be a big mistake, but I assume it's not your first mistake. You're so focused on your life you're not seeing that you're not the only one affected by it. And quite frankly, I'm sick of it. In fact, I'm sick of you." He continued pointing his finger at her.

"Seth." I cried out loudly. But it was too late, the damaged already done and before I knew there was a loud echo, the echo of Summer slapping Seth.

"I didn't choose this you know." Summer's voice broke. I realized that they were making quite a scene and every student in the cafeteria was looking at them. Tears were in her eyes and she didn't bother brushing them away, or hiding them.

"Neither did I," Seth whispered. Summer let out a sob and spun on her heel, leaving Seth behind. Everything was quiet for a while but soon the whispers began again. This time Seth and Summer holding their attention, I didn't understand the meaning of their secret words. I thought I was the only one, but if I had looked around that day, I would be ready for a surprise. I was too focused on something else though, and that was Seth. He plopped down in the seat next to Brady who patted his shoulder in a friendly matter.

"You shouldn't have." Kim said. Her voice was holding anger and I couldn't help but feel bad for Seth. I felt bad for Summer too; she never reacted like this before. It was always yelling, she never let her guard down until today.

"Kim, leave it," I replied. Seth just groaned and got up, leaving too. Kim turned to me, fire in her eyes.

"Didn't you see what happened?" She demanded. I winced at her tone but felt my own anger bubble beneath the surface. I did see it. But I also know more about it than she does.

"I did see it Kim. Seeing it was quite hard not to." I said. Jared shifted uneasily hearing our tones.

"Guys leave it." Paul begged rubbing the palm of his hand against his forehead. He looked extremely aggravated.

Kim huffed and turned her back on me, I raised my hands in anger before I slammed it on the table. I hated it when Kim acted like this. All high and mighty, thinking she knew the answer to every freaking thing. It annoyed the shit out of me.

"I'm going to get something to eat. And Kim, when you decide to get off your high and mighty horse, let me know." I sneered and I walked over to the salad bar.

I thought I heard Jacob mutter something like "Ouch," and a slap. That must've been Jared; he was always a sap when it came to Kim.

"That was quite a show." Paul's voice shook me out of my thoughts and I craned my neck to look at him. He was wearing a dark blue polo with dark jeans. His hair, which was adorable to look at, was in a messy disarray. It looked like he put his hand through his hair one to many times.

"You can say that." I muttered as I filled my plate with different kinds of vegetables, cucumber, tomatoes, lettuce, something else? Yes. I was thinking about ridiculous things like lettuce when Paul nudged me slowly.

"What." I hissed, completely disorientated.

"You're pouring water in your salad." He pointed out, if not confused. Shit. I didn't realize that my glass was on the other side of my plate. Ugh. Could this day get any worse? I blushed and tried to fix the mess. But it wasn't very fond of me fixing it anyways.

"Don't let Kim bother you, or Summer and Seth. They'll work things out. It's just a matter of time till they'll both combust. I think that'll be a bigger problem than what's going on now." Paul said, trying to offer some comfort. I felt his hand on the small of back and I shrugged, feeling ridiculous tears fill my eyes. Oh gosh, now I'm crying in front of Paul. Paul.

"Ugh, don't mind me." I replied embarrassed wiping tears away hoping nobody noticed.

"Are you crying?" Paul's tone was almost hilarious. "Shit, I didn't mean to make you cry, Jules. Oh crap, come on." He was apparently not very good with weeping women. Who could blame him; it felt awkward when someone cried.

"It's alright Paul. I'm fine now." He gave me an uncertain smile like he didn't entirely believe me. It was endearing actually. Who'd ever think that he was afraid of crying women? I mean, he's not really a playboy or anything, but he had had his fair shares of girlfriends. He ended it with all of them. That caused a lot of tears, and he quite understood then. Not to mention that his girlfriends were drama queens.

"I think I should go to Summer." I confessed to Paul. He leant against the pillar next to the salad bar as I took a new plate.

"Why?" He asked, seeming genuinely surprised. Guys, they never really understood the meaning of comfort. They always linked it with protection while comfort provides more safety that physical protection.

"She's upset." I stated, "and I'm her friend, she's not that good handling situation that scare her that well." Paul nodded thoughtfully. I smiled at the cuteness. Sometimes I just wanted to hug him.

"I'll be back. Okay?" I said as I took an impulsive decision.

"Sure." Paul said, thoroughly confused.

"Guys," I mumbled, shaking my head.

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"Summer," It was obvious she was here. I could hear her cry. I sat down next to her in the empty seat. I knew that she loved this place. Summer was a bright girl when it came to academics. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder not saying anything.

"I'm sorry." Summer apologized. I was surprised. The first time she actually felt regret for her behaviour. I had tried not to judge her when Seth had told me that Summer knew about his feelings. Because it wasn't my place, yet there were moments when I couldn't help it. But now I understand that this whole situation isn't just revolving around Seth and the things Summer is doing wrong. It's about Seth and Summer who're both in a current condition where at a loss what to do. I realized that I didn't know Summer's side of the story, and that I didn't even bother. Maybe that's where I went wrong.

"It's alright Sum. It's alright." I mumbled hugging her as she collapsed in tears again. Who would say that teenage life isn't hard after seeing this? In fact, I'd dare someone to say that being a teenager isn't hard; you'd be surprised if you found out, because it's the most awkward and for some terrible time of your life. Look at Summer and Seth, they're feeling like this, a bundle of emotions, for a long time, a really long time.

"I'm fine now." Summer muttered. "I just want to go back and hope this day will over soon."

"You sure," I asked uncertainly. Doubt filled my voice, not to mention my gut.

"Dead sure," She responded and she quickly wiped away the tears that would betray her emotions. Summer was strong, a lot stronger that I'd expect, and hells of a lot stronger than others give her credit for.

We both left the class room Summer was hiding in and went back to the cafeteria. It's unbelievable that only twenty minutes had passed by, while it felt like forever. We were both laughing again when we entered the cafeteria when the scene there caught me. When I told you that Paul had different sides and that I've only seen one side, the nice one, you'd be surprised that his other side contradicted the first one.

"What the hell is going on?" I asked. Summer shrugged but looked around to find a familiar face. I than saw a flicker of moving limbs, one certain limb caught my attention.

"Oh my God," I muttered. Before I knew, I had made my way through the crowd and I stood right in front of the scene. Paul Matson and Dante Williamson were fighting, and it sure didn't look like a little friendly interaction. Paul was taller than Dante but less broad. Paul was what you would call tall and lean, while Dante was one and all buff. If I would be honest I thought that Dante had won when he had Paul pinned against the wall. Paul's nose was bleeding and he had a cut on his forehead that was bleeding profusely. While Dante had a black eye and his jaw seemed a bit off center. His lip was split and his shirt was torn. But Paul surprised both Dante and me when he turned the tables and pushed Dante against the wall letting his fist snap against his face. I thought I heard another crack. I winced and before I knew what I had done, I had stormed towards the fighting pair while I heard several people call my name.

"Stop it! Stop it! Stop it damn it!!" My chest heaved with the intensity of my scream, the only one affected was Paul and seeing he had the upper hand, one look in my direction was enough for him to stop. He dropped Dante who looked all bloody and gory. Paul didn't look much better but at least he was still on his feet.

Dante's pathetic friends got him back on his feet and helped him support him, soon it wasn't needed anymore. Paul pointed his finger at Dante and for the first time in my life I wasn't sure who to be more scared of. Dante or Paul?

"Why'd you stop?" Dante taunted. Paul didn't flinch.

"You're lucky she's here. Or else you're family would have to scratch you from the floor." Dante just chuckled at the threat. I knew that Paul was serious and I think that somewhere deep down Dante knew that to because he stopped laughing and shook off his friends and moved to Paul. Paul immediately grabbed me by my arm and pulled me behind him. I hadn't realized that I was standing so close to the whole thing.

"Protective aren't we?" Dante whispered so only Paul and I could hear him.

"Shut up." I muttered angrily. The whole thing with Lily was coming up when I saw his bloody face. It reminded me of Lily's face, which was all bloody to when I saw her in my house; I suppose what comes around goes around.

"Jules not now," Paul growled. I scowled and moved myself in between the two boys.

"Don't think I don't know what you did to Lily." I replied, angry. His expression turned from confusion, than recognition and then ultimately to amusement.

"Lily? You mean Lily Waltz? Oh honey you know nothing about that. She was lying from day one. She even moved away because everyone knew she lied. So if you think that's threatening, think again sweetheart." He moved closer and I immediately took one step back to even the score again.

"Liar? You're the liar here." I gritted out. "Just because you managed to wiggle yourself out of the whole situation doesn't mean that you're free from charges."

"The judge thought so." He responded.

"Well they thought wrong. The only reason that the whole case was dismissed because I didn't testify, I wished I did though. You were supposed to be locked up months ago." Dante's anger was blazing in his eyes and I realized I was in it. But somehow I didn't regret it. It felt good to put the truth on the table and it was time that he saw how I thought about it.

"She got what she deserved. I'm thinking giving you the same treatment." He whispered. I felt Paul's anger and before I knew he had pushed me out of the way and he had Dante pinned to the wall again.

"Is that a threat?" Paul gritted out.

The next thing that Dante said scared me out of my wits. It made me question my whole interference in the first place. It made me wonder if I shouldn't have told him about my knowledge. Because honestly, what good would it do?

"It's a promise." Dante replied and his dark eyes were focused on me...

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