A/N: Sorry that it took so long, but next week is the last week of school. Updating should be more normal then. I promise! (Well, at least I hope so.)

I had to write this twice, because the first time I accidentally deleted it and couldn't undo it, and it was a lot better the second time, so I'm sorry if it's a little sucky and non-descriptive.

For the purpose of this story, Quil hasn't imprinted on anyone yet. He will, eventually, on an OC, and I might possibly do a spin-off of those two.

Songs:

Opposite Of Adults- Chiddy Bang

Brick By Boring Brick- Paramore

You Look Better When I'm Drunk- The White Tie Affair

Hayley POV

Manipulation is easy. It's all just a game.

And I like games.

I'm quite good at them, too.

Manipulation is something we all do, even if we don't like to admit it.

But some of us are better at it than others.

There are two simple ways. You act all innocent and wide-eyed, or you play the flirty, sultry girl.

Generally, I think option two is more fun.

And tonight, that was the option I was going to use.

Embry and Seth and all those boys have a secret, and I want to know what it is. I've always said that no, curiosity didn't kill the cat, it kidnapped the cat, tried to drown it, dangled a mouse in front if it, clubbed it one the head, and then flayed the cat.

But that doesn't stop me from being curious.

I knew exactly how I would do it, too.

Quil Atera was a flirt, and I knew that if I chose option two, it would be simple to get the information out of him.

I had arranged to go to a club in Seattle tonight. Embry had left with some excuse of going to Emily's (who I'd finally met, by the way, and need I say, BEST. COOK. EVER.) which was a very good thing, considering I knew that he wouldn't really approve of what I was planning on doing.

Not that I'd really planned on telling him.

Kim, (Who I had recently learned wasn't as shy as she first seemed) had told me that she was SO not letting me go alone, just because she had to go. Jared was also with 'Emily.'

But Kim just had to go and invite Seth, Brady, and Quil. I mean, I needed Quil there, but Seth? Creepy stalker boy?

When she'd told me that Seth was coming, I'd groaned and complained a little bit.

I knew that I was supposed to hate him, but then why had my heart started beating double time when Kim had mentioned that Seth would be coming?

Kim whistled when I stepped into her car. I was wearing a dark purple v-neck that showed a lot more than necessary, and a pair of black short-shorts that were a lot more like underwear. I was also attempting to pull of heels so that I wouldn't be, well...a midget. My auburn hair was straight as ever, hanging down to just above my ribcage, and my eyes were made-up in a smoky way.

The ride was supposed to be about an hour and a half long, and we chattered meaninglessly most of the way.

Although she did state that I belonged in a mental home when I started talking about the blue unicorns.

And then I started telling her about the gunbrella.

"What the hell is a gunbrella?" She exclaimed when I accidentally mentioned it.

I grinned. "Well, see, there was this time in Ohio when my friend came over, and we were just randomly walking around like we always do. It was supposed to rain, so she said we should bring an umbrella, and I grabbed this big red one with a really huge point at the end. We were just walking around, talking in retarded accents that were, like, a mix of Russian, German, Chinese, Japanese, and I don't know what else, and we started talking about how it could be a weapon. So I turned it sideways and said that it could be a gun, therefore making it a gunbrella."

She stared at me for as long as she could without crashing us into something, then turned back, muttering, "Okay, you officially need a pretty white room with a nice little straitjacket to go with it."

I just laughed and turned up the music.

When we got to the club, I immediately knew that it was the perfect place. You could hear the music from outside, and the line was immensely long, full of what mainly looked like goths. (Not that I have any problem with that, it's not like they take guns everywhere or cut themselves. They just like to wear black and a lot of eye make-up. There's nothing wrong with that.)

We just walked right up to the guy at the door and he let us in, like some stupid scene from a movie.

But hey, I'm not gonna complain.

Pulsing lights, pounding music, and dancing bodies. That was the only way I could describe it.

Then again, explaining isn't really my thing. I'm more of an action person, rather than words.

We spotted the guys sitting in a corner with their drinks, looking totally comfortable but completely antisocial.

I looked over at Kim, grinned, and walked over.

I was going to have way too much fun with this.

I don't know how long we spent trying to convince Brady not to go talk to that girl, but he did it anyways. He's almost as stubborn as me, which is normally something I admire, but not in a situation like this.

The girl was standing at the bar, and had a very large diamond on her hand. (Although to be fair, there was a chance that it wasn't an engagement ring...Though I doubted it.) She was tall, and well...I'll just say that she was out of Brady's league so that I don't sound like a lesbian. (Not that I have anything against them, either. You can't help who you love, right?)

But he had walked over there. And talked to her.

I didn't really wait to see the reaction, because now was the perfect time to put my plan into action. Kim and Seth had gone off to dance with each other, and left Quil and I alone. (I hadn't told Kim about the plan. To be truthful...It was more fun when I was the only one that knew. But I think she suspected.)

I stood up and walked over to the couch Quil was sitting on slowly, and sat down to him as close as possible without actually sitting on him. He merely raised an eyebrow at me and got the faint shadow of a smirk on his face.

"Mind if I have some of your drink?" I asked sweetly, innocently.

Hey, even if I was going for option two, I could still mix some of option one in there.

His smirk grew and he jerked his head towards his drink, telling me that he didn't care. I reached over, across him, giving him an eyeful, and downed half of his drink before setting it back down. I wasn't sure what was in it, but I knew it was alcohol, and that was enough for me. Alcohol always helps in situations like this.

His smirk grew more pronounced as he continued to stare at me, an amused glint in his eyes.

I rolled my eyes, saying, "You know, generally when two people are left alone together, they converse."

He laughed that rumbling laugh that all the Quileute guys seem to have and said, "Actually, they generally do more screaming than talking."

I smiled. "True. But it's not always that way."

He raised his eyebrows at me. "Okay, so then tell me what you're here for."

Now I was the one who was smirking. I leaned closer, bringing his face down to mine and turned his head so I could whisper in his ear. "I don't think you need me to answer that." I nipped his ear a little bit, pulled back, and stood up. "Now, let's go dance." It was more of a command than anything, but he rose from the couch and followed me into the mass of dancing bodies.

I don't know how long we were dancing for, but I know that we were flirting the whole time. I saw Kim once or twice with some other people that she said she knew from Forks, I saw Brady with that girl, (I was amazed she hadn't thrown some kind of drink in his face yet.) but I never saw Seth. I wasn't really sure where he had disappeared to, but I assumed that he was probably with some girl in one of the closets at the time.

And I knew I shouldn't care.

But I did.

Then I remembered my reason for being here, and increased the suggestive remarks with Quil.

It was obvious that this boy was practically and expert in this area; He was obviously a huge flirt that knew exactly what he was doing.

But that was okay. Because I knew what I was doing, too.

By eleven o'clock, we were sitting on the couch again, considerably closer than we had been before. His arm was around me, and he was whispering things in my ear while I giggled.

It was at this time that Seth decided to reappear. He didn't looked flushed, tousled, happy, or any of the other things that were usually associated with what I'd assumed he was doing.

No, instead he looked hurt.

He also looked like he was ready to kill Quil.

At first, Quil just stared at him with a mild, bored gaze. But when Seth started to shake, Quil stood up, looking a little afraid and a little angry. He started murmuring things to Seth, most of which I couldn't hear. I caught words like 'her choice' and 'you don't want to hurt her' along with the typical words used to calm someone down. When Quil said the thing about not hurting me, Seth looked at me and his gaze softened. He stopped shaking and his shoulders slumped as he calmed down.

No, he wasn't angry now. Instead, he just looked utterly defeated.

I couldn't continue with the plan after I saw Seth like that, so I bolted, texting Kim and telling her to meet me out by her car. Five minutes later, we were on our way back to La Push.

"This is a kind of cliche question, but do you want to talk about it?" She asked timidly about halfway through the silent car ride.

I sighed. Even though I didn't want to talk about it, I knew that I probably should. "Kim...Seth is a creepy stalker guy who Embry told me to stay far away from. I mean, I never listen to Embry, but I wouldn't be surprised if what he said about Seth was true. I hated him when I first met him. He just stares at me all the time and...Why did I feel bad tonight when I saw him like that?"

Kim didn't really have any idea what I was talking about, but she'd apparently seen Seth's face before she had walked out of the club. She sighed too, and said, "Maybe because you don't hate him anymore. I'm not sure what Embry said, but Seth's a good guy. Seth's a really good guy. He's never really noticed girls in 'that way' before, but believe me, he's noticed you. And I don't know what went on tonight, but it's obvious that you feel guilty. Just get some sleep and apologize to him tomorrow."

I laughed bitterly. "I'm not even sure what I'm apologizing for. And I doubt he would accept it."

She smiled for what was obviously some inside joke that I knew nothing about. "Oh, believe me, he'd accept it." She said dryly. "And if you think hard enough about it, I'm sure you can figure out what you're sorry for."

I guess she was right. I mean, you can't feel guilty unless you've done something wrong, right?

Except I had NO. IDEA. what I'd done wrong. Sure, I'd flirted and kinda-sorta seduced Quil in order to get some information, but I didn't see what that had to do with Seth. We'd barely talked to each other. Yet he seemed hurt by what I'd been doing, even though he barely knew me.

Which led me to believe that this all had something to do with that stupid secret of theirs.

That stupid secret which I had yet to figure out.

That stupid secret that I was going to figure out. No matter what it took.

Hehe...Way to sound dramatic, Hayley.

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