Author's Note

Wassup, readers? Two days. It took me THAT LONG to finish this chapter when it normally takes me, like, two hours to write a chapter. [Depends on length] But, this is eleven or twelve pages long. I know. When I checked it, I was like, "DAY-AMN! I'm freaking awesome!" ....I think very highly of myself now.

Okay, no secret that last chapter was a flop. A total zookado, if I am allowed to insert a word I just now made up. And, I am allowed to do that because this is my story that is taking up precious space on this website. Yeah, I'm that bad ass. So, if you guys haven't guessed by the rambling of this Note and the fact I haven't gotten ANYWHERE with it, I'm hyper. To the extreme. Now, let me continue: I got eight reviews, so I'm not PO'd 'cause even I know it sucked. Majorly. But I would like to thank the guys who REVIEWED, assured me that it was OK, and actually sympathized for my precious Fagoogly. I miss him dearly.

So, I didn't intend for this chapter to be so damned long; it just happened. Kind of like how you get pregnant, just without all the sweaty fun. Okay...maybe just a little of that. But, you get what I mean. Hopefully.

And, if you guys haven't noticed yet either, I'm still trying to perfect my writing [Nowhere near where I want it to be]. I want it nice and fluid, but when I read it...it's just all choppy. Blech. But, practice makes perfect, and this story has provided awesome practice. Plus, I get to gloat to my friends how awesome my reviewers are. [None of them are writers, so my pride is slightly marred. But that's okay!]

Regarding Anonymous's last review: 'Cause I'm and evil bitch. Plus, the evil side always gets the coolest stuff. Chya. And your first review, in an Alice moment...you are going to be disappointed with the stories. Evil, I know. Nyeh. :P

So, I hit over ONE HUNDRED REVIEWS! BOO YAH! And I also got a new reviewer: Yining'n'Yanging. I better hear more from you! And, sorry to disappoint--I've been doing that a lot lately, huh?--Tommy isn't going to be single by the end of this story. I apologize, Tommy-licious fans!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Twilight; that lucky biotch Stephenie Meyer does. But, if my plan goes wonderfully, she won't be for long...

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Jealousy and Cliff-Diving

"Okay, guys, pile in." Embry ordered. Al was in the passenger seat, and he was in the driver's side, so Paul, Quil, Claire and I had to squish ourselves in the back. The guys were big, and took up a lot of space. Claire unabashedly hopped into Quil's lap, smiling in satisfaction. I grimaced lightly as Paul lifted me into the van, situating me so that I would be comfortable. His warm arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me so my back was pressed against his chest so he could rest his chin on my shoulder.

Quil and Claire chattered away quietly, and Al and Embry held hands in the front. Paul and I were silent, enjoying the companionable silence between us. I fiddled with Paul's fingers, trying to pin down his thumb. I growled in frustration, using both hands to mash it downward, but I only moved him a fraction. Paul chuckled quietly, moving his hand so he pinned my thumb down with ease. I glared at his smirking face, making him smile wider.

"I think it would be better if you used a steel bat, Cass." Paul teased, and I scowled darkly at his sharp features. "Don't give me ideas, bud." I threatened, and he laughed, kissing my forehead affectionately.

It was a short ride to the beach, and I sighed in disappointment when it was time to get out. I opened the door, hopping out. Paul eased himself out, ducking so he wouldn't bang his head on the car. He grabbed my hand, encasing it in his long, warm fingers. I nearly fainted in delight, and I leaned into him for support. He smiled happily, releasing my hand and wrapped an arm around me.

"Touching leads to babies!" Quil mocked. I turned to glare at Quil's impish expression, and I stuck my tongue out at him. "Oo! Paul, you need to get your woman! She's trying to give me some tongue action!" My face flushed to a painful degree, and Paul turned back to glower fiercely at his friend.

"Cassie? How about you go one ahead? I've got to have a talk with Quil." Not wanting to hold him back from his fun, I released his waist, grinning at the horrified expression plastered to Quil's face. Claire detached herself from him, making Quil look even more horror-struck as he realized that he was going to be alone to face Paul.

"Come on, Cass," Claire said, linking her arm through mine. "Let's go see where Emily and the rest of the gang are." I smiled, letting her lead me, Embry and Al to the bonfire. I tuned out Quil's cries for assistance as Paul advanced on him, and I smiled in satisfaction.

"Paul would make a good attack dog for you," Claire teased, grinning mischievously at me. "Sorry about Quil; he can be such a dolt, at times."

"It's okay. I find his sense of humor…refreshing at times." I said, and Claire laughed. The fire was roaring and high in the sky. Kids ran around, playing in the water and people were scattered about, plates of food in hand. Elderly people sat around in groups, talking and gesticulating wildly to emphasize their stories. As I scanned around, I caught sight of Jake with his arm around a pretty girl with copper curls. I admitted to myself that the term 'pretty' was used lightly when used to describe her, and I was also just the tiniest bit envious.

"Fwup, guymphs?" Seth asked with his mouth full of food. I rolled my eyes at Seth, but smiled at his terrible manners.

"Nothing much, Seth. But, next time you talk, can you swallow your food first instead of displaying it for the whole world to see?" I teased. Seth pouted, and swallowed the food. "Much better."

"Hey, guys." Jake said, walking towards us, the girl named Nessie clinging to his arm. It wasn't, well, clingy, but affectionate. Claire ran forward to hug Nessie, and whispered something in her ear. She laughed, rolling her eyes. Turning to Jake, she said, "Jake, I think you need to go make sure Paul hasn't murdered Quil and is trying to escape into Canada."

"I don't think he'd do that since he would be leaving something special behind." He said, winking conspicuously at me. I scowled at him as he passed me, mussing my hair in a brotherly fashion. Jake could really get on my nerves at times.

"Where did Al and Embry go?" Claire asked. I looked around, turning a full three hundred and sixty degrees but didn't catch a glimpse of them.

"I don't know." I said, immediately feeling suspicious. They better had not be doing anything naughty, because if I find out, there will be hell to pay.

"Well, they'll turn up soon enough," Nessie assured. "My name's Renesmee, but you can just call me Nessie."

"Cassie," I said, smiling shyly at her. She beamed radiantly, showing off perfect teeth that no amount of orthodontia would make my teeth nearly as straight and white. "Hey, I'm hungry. How about we head over to the food table?"

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It was nearly thirty minutes later Paul returned, a satisfied smile on his face. He sat down beside me on the sand, nonchalantly taking a chip off of my plate. Quil and Jake trailed behind him. Jake guided Quil with a large hand on his back, and I noticed the small limp in Quil's step. I glared at Paul, as in to say, What did you do?, but Paul just his shrugged his shoulders, smiling disarmingly at me. Nothing terribly bad.

"Damn mother fgrlmerpher…" Quil grumbled, shoving food in his mouth unattractively as Claire patted his shoulder comfortingly. "Dun't tmfuch mfh Clairf."

"Swallow your food, Quil." Claire chided. Quil sent her a death glare, making a big show of downing his masticated food before elaborating.

"I said, don't touch me Claire. You are a traitorous woman, and I shall be damned to a bottomless, foodless pit of hell if I let you work your wily charms on me."

Claire smiled at him, dimples showing. She ran a hand up his arm and trailed a finger under his jaw line. He squeaked, jumping up and pointed a shaky finger at her. "Temptress! Succubus! Thou shalt not seduce me! Quick, Jake, get me some Holy Water and a Bible! Quick man—Gah! No!" he screamed as Claire tackled him, pecking kisses all over his face.

"Quil, since when do you read the Bible? The last time you went to Church was when you were twelve, and even then you fell asleep halfway through the sermon." Jake teased. Quil glared—the intensity of it slightly marred by the lipstick impressions left behind by Claire's lips.

"I'll have you know, good sir, that I just happen to read it all the time. Hell, I was even thinking of becoming a priest. So, quit your laughing, 'cause I can assure you that when I look down at you guys from my angelic seat in Heaven, I'll be laughing my ass off while you guys turn into fried bacon."

"Dude," Jake scoffed. "I bet you don't even know one of the Ten Commandments."

"I so totally do!"

"Oh yeah? What?" Paul challenged, and Quil looked down his nose at him.

"Easy: 'Thou shall not covet thy neighbor's ass.'" He said, smirking proudly as the rest of us smothered laughter.

"Dude, that is not in the Bible." Seth chuckled. Quil rolled his eyes superiorly, looking up to the sky. "Oh, our Lord in Heaven, forgive these poor men of their trespasses and sins."

"Ah, can it Quil," Paul said. "You are perhaps the worst out of all of us with sinning."

Quil snorted. "Oh, please, Paulie my dear. You are way worse than me, especially since you break the Thou-shall-not-covet-thy-neighbor's-ass commandment about twenty times a week." All talking ceased, even from the people apart from our group. A cold trickle of uneasiness tingled through my spine. Everyone was staring at Quil, then Paul's enraged face, then to mine, where it lingered. I knew what they were seeing, and what they were feeling. I could see it plain as day etched across their faces: pity. Oh, God.

Paul's chest rumbled, and I watched as his face contorted and how he trembled violently beside me. Quil's expression was horrified, his eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. I couldn't tell if it was because he knew he had a major ass kicking coming his way, or if it was because of what he just said. I opted for both.

"Quil." Paul growled, almost like a warning. He stood slowly—quite a feat with all of the shaking—and advanced towards the terrified Quil. Every time he took a step forward, Quil took one backward, towards the dark woods. I felt someone shaking my shoulder gently, and I turned to see Nessie's concerned eyes.

"Are you okay?" she asked, and I wasn't quite sure of my answer. Paul had told me before that he had dated countless girls—he couldn't even remember how many he had dated. It's just that, I never thought of him doing it with them. So, I did the only thing I could do: shrug my shoulders like the helpless idiot I felt I had been magically deduced to.

When I turned back, I caught a last glimpse of Paul as he headed into the woods behind Quil, still shaking like a tuning fork. I couldn't help the surge of pity that raged through me as I thought of Quil's expression, like a man sentenced to die. I just really hoped he made it out in one piece.

"Oh, God, Cassie," Claire gasped. "I am really sorry about Quil. It's just that he can be such a brainless idiot sometimes. It's almost like he doesn't even have a brain filter—"

"It's okay, Claire. I'm fine, I really am." I said smoothly, not a hint of deception evident in my tone. She eyed me critically for a moment, and Nessie did the same, although she wasn't as bold and blunt.

"O-kay, if you say so…" Claire trailed off. "How about we get you some more food, huh? That will take our minds off of this mess." Without further word, she dragged me to a table, ditching my previous platter and grabbed a new Styrofoam plate. Claire piled it high with various foods and shoved it into my less than eager hands. I looked down at the food, and my stomach did an unnatural flop, and I felt nauseous.

"I can't eat this," I grumbled pathetically. "I need to…take a walk." I heard her call my name behind my back as I hastily walked away from the bonfire, avoiding prying and morbidly interested eyes as I made my way down the beach. It was ridiculous, really, how I felt so betrayed, and so jealous of girls I hadn't even known existed until recently. But I could feel my eyes narrow and my blood boil as the flurry of emotions did a conga-line in my stomach and chest cavity.

When I was satisfied with the distance I put between myself and the party-goers, I unceremoniously plopped myself down onto the sand. I kicked off my flip-flops angrily and glared at the full moon. I felt my jealousy turn towards it. What? Did it sleep with him, too? It was certainly pretty, and it probably even had bigger boobs than I did.

The water washed up on the shore, making gentle rushing noises. I watched it disdainfully as it licked the sand, going back and forth indecisively. What? Is the sand not good enough for you, either? Freaking man-whore.

I drew my knees up to rest my chin on them. A few minutes later, I heard footsteps heading my way, and I rubbed away the treacherous tears from my eyes so they wouldn't testify my hopelessness. Paul called my name cautiously, but I didn't even turn to look at him. I heard his hesitant footsteps coming towards me, and felt the sand shift as he sat down beside me. It was quiet, and the water reached forward to caress the sand.

"I'm…not good with apologies, Cassie, but I am sorry for…that." I traced a finger through the sand, doodling nonsensical pictures as he continued. "If I had known, I wouldn't have done any of those things."

"Known what? That you would get caught?" I snapped. Paul flinched away from my forceful words, and tried to take my hand in his. I snatched it away and watched as his face fell.

"Cassie, those girls never meant anything to me. You're the only one I've ever cared about." He insisted, and I snorted disdainfully.

"So, they were all just for sex and fun, right?" I shot back, refusing to let that last sentence deter me. Paul buried his face in his hands and took deep breaths. His words came out muffled.

"Yeah, they were."

I was slightly shocked at his bluntness, but this was Paul: he didn't give or take bullshit. I struggled to keep my face smooth. "Is that what I'm for?" There was a whoosh of wind as Paul's head snapped up, eyes wide and aghast.

"No! I never even considered using you for those things! Not even for a second. I would never do something as stupid as that when there will be a risk that I could lose you." His words warmed me considerably, but I refuse to let him out of the danger zone so soon.

"Are you sure about that, Paul?" I asked skeptically. "Seriously? Because what happens the next time you want a little 'fun'? I can't give it to you. I'm a virgin, Paul, and I plan to stay that way for quite a while." It was a huge jump to play the V card, but I needed him to know.

If Paul was shocked, it didn't show. "It doesn't matter, Cassie. I won't pressure you to do something you wouldn't want to do, I swear. Not until you're ready to give it a try." He said, taking both of my hands in his. I couldn't deny that truth rang in his words, and I felt a shy smile creep its way onto my face. I nodded, and he smiled at me affectionately.

"Do you want to head back?" Paul asked.

"Nah," I said, looking up at the moon. "Not just yet."

Paul wrapped his arm around me, and I rested my head onto his warm shoulder. A happy smile tugged at my lips. But, something still bothered me.

"Paul?" I asked, looking up at him. Paul looked down at me, raising an eyebrow questioningly. "Did you have sex with the moon?"

"What!" he asked incredulously. His eyes were so wide I could see the whites of them, and his jaw dropped. I giggled, placing my head back onto his shoulder. "That's good to know, Paul."

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"You guys totally missed the story, Paul." Jake informed. "What were you two doing, any way?"

"Probably making babies by the dozen." Quil teased, winking slyly at me. Paul growled at him, tightening his grip on my hand.

"That's a shame," Claire put in. "That you missed the story, Cassie. It was so wonderful, and there wasn't a closed eye around." I just shrugged my shoulders.

"It's okay. Maybe we can catch it next time?" I said, looking up to Paul's grimacing face. He smoothed out his face, smiling slightly.

"Yeah, next time."

"Hey, what did we miss?" Embry called. He and Al emerged from the woods and made their way towards us. Even from here, I could see Embry's idiotic smile and Al's dazed eyes and swollen lips. Ew.

"Stuff." Quil said vaguely, shifty-eyed. Claire punched him in the shoulder, and smiled as the two finally came down to join the group.

"You missed Quil getting his ass kicked by Paul twice, and you missed the story. But otherwise, nothing really."

Embry guffawed loudly as Quil pouted petulantly at him. "You wouldn't be laughing if Paul was after you, man."

"But it was funny," Nessie put in. "You should have seen Quil when P—"

"Let's go cliff-diving!" Quil interjected. "Come on, Claire-Bear, lets show these amateurs how it's done."

I watched in horror as I saw where the group was heading: a big cliff right above the water. I looked up to Paul, incredulous. "They're going up there?" I squeaked. Paul chuckled, picking me up so that he could carry me bridal style.

"Correction: we're going up there." He walked after the group, easily gaining ground with his long legs. I stiffened in his arms, just entranced—in a bad way—by the dark, looming cliff that would perpetually, and most likely, be the cause of my death.

"Paul," I said urgently. "No. No, Paul. Stay! No! Sit! Heel, boy! Heel!" Paul just rolled his eyes at me, smiling. I struggled in his grasp, but I couldn't even budge him. "Please, Paul. I'm hate heights and plummeting to raging water below. So, how about we stay here where there is no risk of death, huh? Doesn't that sound fun?"

"You know, you're very pretty when you're scared." Paul teased, and I glowered at him.

"Well, I must be drop damn sexy because I am freaking terrified! Now, let me down!" I howled, beating across his chest. Paul ignored my protests and continued up and up until we reached the top. The wind was blowing, and the group were just having a ball up here, teasing each other and nominating who should go first.

As Paul tried to let me down, I latched onto him, wrapping my arms in a death grip around his neck.

"Aw! Is little Cassie afraid of heights?" Quil teased. I didn't say anything because Paul was trying his best to pry my hands off of him, and he almost succeeded until I wrapped my legs around his waist, effectively leeching onto him.

"It's actually kind of fun, once you get used to it." Al assured me, helping Paul release my death grip on him.

"So, what? You've done this before?" I asked, tightening my grip on Paul. Al nodded her head, eyebrows furrowing as she tried uselessly to get me off of him.

"Well, you can do it for the both of us, because I'm not going to!" I declared, hiding my eyes in Paul's chest. It was quiet, except for a round of chuckles. I didn't care to look up at what they were doing, and I certainly didn't care to jump off a freaking cliff, either.

"Cass," Paul said, tightening his grip on me. "If I were you, I'd hold on extra tight." His warning caught me off guard, and the only thing I could coherently think was, Aw, hell no! But it was too late, and I let out a shriek as Paul jumped over the edge. We plummeted downward, and I dug my nails hatefully into his skin.

Less than a second later we were submerged in icy water, and I was clinging onto him desperately as we came up to air. I seethed in silence as he swam us back to the shore, my lips mashed into a thin line.

Paul walked onto the shore and let go of my waist. I slid off of him, and fell down to the sandy ground. Slowly, I looked up at him and just glared. "Cassie, are you okay?" Glare. "You're really starting to scare me. Are you okay?" He waited for an answer, and he got it when I started to scream all of the profanities I knew at him. "You stupid mother fu…!"

I ranted on for about five minutes until I was out breath, red-faced and panting. Paul just stared at me, aghast.

I stood up, brushing the sand off of my wet legs, and limped off in one shoe towards the cliff. I didn't have a ride, so what would be the use of walking in the dark and getting lost?

"Cassie! Wait up!" I slid my flip-flop off and chucked it back at him. I walked off barefoot, but Paul wasn't daunted. He came behind me and whirled me around to face him. "Cassie, calm down and look up at me, please? I'm sorry, Cass. It was only for fun!"

"Fun? That was scary shit!" I shrilled at him. I was aware of the stares we were getting, but I didn't care enough to stop.

"I said I was sorry!" Paul said, tugging me towards him. "Please, forgive me? Please?" He pouted at me, tilting his head to the side so he'd look like a massive puppy. The glare withered from my face, and I blinked a couple of times. I was spellbound—as clichéd as it sounds. Sensing an easy victory, Paul leaned down and kissed me lightly. I mashed myself into him, moving my lips enthusiastically to his. Too soon, he pulled away and smirked down at me.

"Fine," I huffed. "But you're not out of the doghouse yet; you have to carry me up to the cliff."

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

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"Dude, you survived!" Jake laughed as we came to the top. "I thought you were dead, for sure, Paul."

"Yeah, we could hear her screaming from all the way up here!" Seth said, eyeing me reverently. Paul chuckled, leaning down to kiss my forehead.

"Looks like Cassie has a nice set of lungs on her," Quil said. "Just imagine what it'll be like when you two do it. I hope I'm not living anywhere near, then."

Paul put me down gently and advanced towards Quil. The guys left their girlfriends and stalked towards him menacingly. The smile fell from his face. He searched frantically for an opening, anyway to escape from the wrath of his friends, but there was none.

"Come on, guys!" he squeaked. "I was only joking with them!"

Jake shook his head, grinning. "I'm afraid, Quil, that now we're going to have to kill you."

Paul nodded his head. "I wouldn't object to that." There was a chorus of agreement as they closed in on poor Quil, and I could only watch with the girls as they grabbed him and swung him unceremoniously off the cliff.

His scream could be heard, and was only cut off by a huge splashing sound as he crashed into the water. I felt kind of bad, but I was mostly happy that he got what was coming to him.

"Now," Paul said. "Who wants to meet the idiot down by the shore?"

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"Quil, honey? You can come out, now. They're not going to hurt you." Claire assured outside of the van. A snort could be heard, but Quil cautiously poked his head out the door. "Are you sure about that, Claire-Bear? What will happen when they decide to finish the job and I'm not around to support you?"

"I'll finally be able to marry Leonardo DiCaprio without you interfering." Claire teased as Quil glowered. "I'm just joking, Quil. Now, please come out of the car so we can tell Emily and the rest of the gang 'goodbye' before we leave." Quil peeked around, looking at the guys and making sure that they didn't advance on him when he slid out.

"Fine. But any hint of deception, and you guys can expect major payback." He threatened. Seth rolled his eyes at Quil's dramatics.

"Whatever, dude."

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On the way home, I dozed off in Paul's arms, perfectly content. I was vaguely aware of the warmth I was surrounded in leaving. I moaned in protest, and it immediately returned. A smile lit on my face, and I buried myself in the warmth.

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BIG CHAPTER, but I decided to end it there to ease your torture, reader. Nyeh. :P

So, a little drama, but it wasn't all IN YOUR FACE, and I ended that section with a little humor and werewolf lovin'. [The Best Damned Kind Of Lovin'. EVAH. 'Nuff said.]

Credit goes to Yodes; She [I think] inspired what happened to Quil--she practically suggested it!

Okay, this brings my attention somewhere else: I don't know y'alls genders. Boy? Girl? Tell me in your reviews, please! I'm so curious and I don't want to mess up and call one of you a girl when you're actually a dude! That would be major gender confusion for me. I'm pretty sure about Gryffindor Gurl2 being a girl. At least, I HOPE so. : )

So, give me some feedback, people! I've missed you all so much these past two days, so don't withhold your reviews to spite me for my suckishness. :I