It was around dinner time and everyone huddled outside in the backyard. There were tables and chairs set up together in the middle of the backyard with 3 other tables to the side full of food. Parents sat at one big table and the children unfortunately had to sit at another. Great.

Miles and I fought the entire day today. It was always about something stupid like, who gets to sit on what seat, what movie we watch, who gets the last slice of banana bread, and shit like that. He was being the biggest jack ass I know. Everyone either rolled their eyes at us or ignored us. The parents found it amusing and kept smirking at each other and Jared and dad kept saying things like "They'll get married" or "They're going to have babies together." Yeah, right. As if I'd have Miles' babies. I'm not that stupid.

it was dinner time and we still wouldn't shutup to each other. Our language was really vulgar at points and the parents would give us warning glares all the time. The backyard was set up with 5 tables. Two of the tables were where the people sat down, and the other 3 was where the food was being held. Kids got one table, parents got the other.

The parents got their food first then motioned for us to get ours. We all lined up and moved slowly down the line for food. The order of the line was; Henry, Josh, Corey, Connor, Matt, Mikey, Kyle, Joey, Ricky, me, Miles, Mark, Gabriel, Zach, Brandon, and Ryan. The line was moving way too slow for my own liking. I was hungry and Henry liked to take his time with his food choices apperantly.

"Henry! Dude hurry up and move! We're hungry here!" Mark called from behind Miles. "Chill out man." Henry called back, irriatated.

Finally his got his damn food and the line started going faster. Someone shoved me kind of hard. I spun around and saw a glaring Miles looking down at me. "Hurry up." His voice was low, husky and full of annoyance. I huffed and turned back around. "Don't man-handle me."

"I wasn't man-handling you. I was merely giving you a shove to move faster. Not my fault you're like a damn turtle." He retorted back.

"Here we go..." I heard someone mutter, but I ignored it. "You know Miles, not every person is a fat-ass like you are." I said as I was moving down the was about to respond but I left the line because I decided I had enough on my plate and also because he was starting to annoy the hell out of me.

We all eventually ended up at the table and all the guys were talking about guy stuff. I was sitting next to Gabriel who was the shyest one of the group. He barely ever talked. "So, Gabe, how's school?" I asked him.

He looked up at me and made a uhm-what? face at me. "Fine...i guess...you?" We stared at each other for a long moment then I caved in. "K, you got me. I don't really care. I'm just so damn bored that I have nothing to talk about with these children." I gestured to the rest of the table.

Zach and Ryan were fighting about something pointless, Kyle, Mark, Miles, and Henry were flinging food at each other, Ricky was minding his own business, Corey, Connor, Josh, and Brandon were talking about some stupid football game, Joey and Matt were laughing hard about something, and-

my trail of thought was interrupted when I felt something wet hit my face. I gasped at the feel of this...thing that landed on my face. I was frozen for about five seconds with my eyes closed. I opened them up and saw all the guys laughing at me. "Who. threw. that?" I asked in between clenched teeth. Everyone stopped laughing except Miles. He raised his hand like a stupid little school boy and said, "Me." I glared at him and he took his phone out and took a picture. My eyes went wide when he said, "Hello, Facebook. Say...spaghetti!" He laughed and took the picture. So it was spaghetti that was on my face. I quickly plucked it off and threw it back at his white shirt. I laughed at his expression.

"You bitch!" He snapped. I immediately stopped laughing and shot him a glare. We were sitting right across from each other. Nobody calls me a bitch and gets away with it. I stood up and pounced on him from across the table sending both of us flying on the ground. Cups and plates shattered from the impact of my flight and I could hear all the guys yelling at us.

I landed on top of Miles and started punching him in the chest, but it wasn't doing anything. "No one ever calls me a bitch! Do you understand me, Miles? Ever! I don't care who you are, you don't call me things like that!" I started slapping his head and he trapped my wrists with his hands and rolled us over so that he was on top of me. "Bitch." He said again with a smug smile. I punched him square in the jaw but I realized that didn't do much either. What the hell? Did it not hurt him at all?

It was an all out fist fight that soon ended up rolling around in dirt. We were both rolling around, kicking, punching, cursing with all our might. Dirt and grass flew everywhere, neither of us backing down. I could feel the adults trying to pull us off each other, but we were a bit too strong.

"Lily, you stop this instant!" Dad demanded, angrily. "No! He's an ass! He deserves what he gets!" I kicked him in the stomach and he punched me in stomach, knocking the breath out of me. "Miles! I am so ashamed of you right now! Hitting a girl? Are you crazy?" Jared yelled. Eventually we were pried off each other. Henry, Kyle, and Matt were holding back Miles, while Josh, Ryan and Connor were holding me back.

Miles was so red, that he looked like a lobster. I would have laughed if we weren't glaring daggers at each other. He also had a cut over his left eyebrow which made him look even sexier then he already did, a bruise on his left cheek and a tiny cut on his left jaw. I could feel that my face was in pain as well a bit, but I didn't care. He spit at my feet and smirked arrogantly at me. I scramed out of frustration and anger and pried myself from the restraints and ran for Miles again. Comotion started again and just when I was about to reach for Miles, someone pushed into me and pinned me to the ground. I was trying to break free from my captor.

"Lily! Enough!" Ryan bellowed in my face. I looked up and saw that he was stunned at me. "What the hell Lil?"

"He's an asshole! He called me a bitch! Every time I see him, he gets worse and worse! Well you know what? I'm sick of him. Fuck him!" Then I turned my face to Miles. He was breathing heavily and slightly shaking. "You hear me? Fuck you!" I screamed. I could feel the tears pouring down my face. Suddenly, Miles was literally a shaking tremor and everyone started making comotion again.

"Shit! He's gonna phase!" Jared exclaimed. "Everyone get inside the house!" All the imprints were rushed in along with me. They all immediately started working around me. I looked in the mirror and saw that my lip was split open, I had a bruise on my right eye and my nose was bleeding.

"Oh God, honey." Mom mumbled, wiping my nose. I winced at the pain. "Ow."

"What in God's name were you thinking?" She put her hands on her hips and glared down at me. All the other women waited for my answer.

"I was thinking that i was done with his crap and decided to take a stand." I shrugged. My mom went wide-eyed and said, "So you thought flinging yourself across the damn dinner table would be perfect for that?" I nodded and said, "Well that was my first instinct. Sorry!"

"Look, Miles is an asshole. He's a fucker."

"Watch your mouth young lady." My mom snapped, shaking a finger at me. I rolled my eyes and said, "Sorry, I'm just so pissed at him. I don't understand! How could something so volatile, vulgar and rude come from something so sweet and nice?" I said gesturing to Miles' mother.

"No offence."I told her. "Really."

"None taken...i guess. I raised him to not hit women. I don't understand why he would do that. We're going to have a nice long conversation with him once he's taken care of." She said.

"Maybe a nice beating would be nice too." I scowled. I heard chuckles from around the room. "Oh, honey. I think you already beat them to the punch." Mom smiled slightly. I chuckled and let them clean me up.

Half an hour later dad comes into the room. He immediately rushed over to me. "Hey sweetie. you alright?" He asked me softly, gently stroking my hair. I shrugged out of his embrace and said, "I'm fine dad."

He nodded and said, "Good. Now I can yell at you. What the hell were you thinking! Why would you throw yourself across the table! You know that a bunch of the guys are starting to phase now! He could have been one of them! And guess what? He is now!" My gaze snapped to his gaze.

"He phases?" I asked, sounding astonished. He nodded fast and said, "Yes, but that's besides the point. Lily, you could have been hurt. Really hurt. He's a boy! He's not as delicate and breakable as girls are." I scoffed at his words. "What's that supposed to mean? Girls are just as good as guys!"

He rolled his eyes at me. "You know what I mean. You're tinier then him."

"Dad, I got a few good kicks and punches in there, you know?" I put my hands on my hips and dropped my left hip. He laughed and said, "Yes, I know that. Good job by the way. Never expected you'd be a fighter like your old man." He winked at me. I laughed once and high-fived him.

"How's he holding up? " I asked him. Why did I care anyway?

"Well he expected it but he's kind of having problems phasing back since he's too hot-headed about the fight you two had." He seemed deep in thought about something. "He kind of reminds me of me when I was his age." I rolled my eyes and laughed at him, shaking my head.

"What? You mean temperamental, volatile, hot-headed, dense-minded, prick, asshole, jerk and every other horrifying name you could think of?" I asked teasingly. He mock-glared at me and said, "I wasn't that bad."

"Uh-huh. You keep telling yourself that, dad."

All of a sudden, all the guys started pouring into the house. "Lily!" Zach exclaimed. He rushed up to hug me. "You okay?" He said lowly in my ear.

I sighed heavily and said, "I'm fine, Zach." He let go and nodded. "Good. Don't worry. I'll kick his ass for you later. Although I'm pretty sure I won't need to since you basically did it yourself anyway." He laughed at my smug expression. "That was kick-ass! Literally. Good job kiddo." He ruffled my hair. "Zach!" I complained. He laughed and made his way to the couch.

"Nice punch, Lil." Ricky said. I smiled at him. "Thanks kid."

All the dads got into the house with Miles trailing in front of him, shaking his damn hair out of his eyes. Is it me or does he look more buff and taller?

He looked up to meet my eyes and glared. But then, that glare turned into the softest gaze he has ever given me in my life. A gaze filled with adoration, lust...love? And it made my stomach get butterflies. I could see his scars healing quickly and his bruise almost gone. Then, his glare turned vicious. So full of hate and disgust. "No." He muttered lowly, shaking again.

"No." He breathed over and over again. "No fuckin way!" He snarled loudly. He was shaking hard again and darted back outside. Everyone stopped what they were doing in the house and stared after him in shock.

"Did he just-" Jared started. "Uh-huh." Dad answered, dazed.

"It can't be." Embry said shaking his head slightly.

"Oh shit!" All the boys said.

"Another one bites the dust, I guess." Brandon said.

Everyone turned to me now. "What just happened?" I asked them all. Dad looked around nervous. "Uh...sweetie. Miles just um... imprinted on you."

My eyes went wide and i screamed. "What?" .now...