Author: Amy

Okay guys, so the second chapter is up. In this chapter you kind of get an insight to watch Damien is actually like and why Jacob detests him so much. Hope you all enjoy it. I belive it's Hannah's turn now XD

Jacobs POV

A party. Tonight. With Stacey Marin. Great, just great. Not only will Paul constantly irritate me about this but I'm expected to turn up with one of the schools biggest airheads, to some girl's house who I've never even heard of before. Lucky me.

I took the paper from under my tray to read it. It had a time and a place written in black, fancy letters with a lipstick mark over the top. Ugh. With the amount of patrolling I did, I knew exactly where the party was so the note was kinda useless but who said I was going anyway?

"Looks like somebody's got a date tonight," Paul mocked, coming to sit opposite me at the table. Ah crap. He dipped his fries into his sauce as he studied my expression. "Huh, at least be grateful about it. That's one willing chick you got there. You're so gonna get some tonight, dude."

"I don't wanna get anything!" I snapped, scrunching the note up and shoving it into my pocket. I shrugged my shoulders and slouched back in my seat. "I'm not going."

"Aww, Jake! You said you wouldn't let the girl down."

"No, "I said slowly, "I said I'd think about it."

"Correction – you said 'I guess so, I'll have to check'."

"Ugh, shut up." Sometimes I really hated supernatural hearing.

Paul grinned and stuck another handful of fries into his mouth. "But you're gonna go right? I mean, you even said so. You can't just say yeah and then not turn up."

"I can and I will."

Paul sat back in his chair. "Whatever man. You suck."

"Thanks. So do you." I slipped another rasher of bacon into my mouth just as Embry and Quil made their way over to the table.

"Say Jake, looks like you'll be pretty busy tonight," Embry winked and slid in next to Paul. Quil just stood there in an awkward stance and stared at the empty seat at the other side of me.

"Sorry bro." I moved up to let him in and narrowed my eyes at Embry. "For your information, I'll be busy sleeping tonight."

Embry smirked and arched his brow. "Sleeping with who though? That's the question." Both he and Paul broke into a fit of laughter as I sat there glaring, unamused, at the two of them. Quil didn't say anything as he dug into his food but I could see him trying to hold back a laugh of his own.

"Ugh, guys! I'm not going to this damn party, okay?" All three of them smiled slyly at me and then said, "Okay."

Ironically enough, when 7:00pm came, I found myself hiding in the outskirts of the trees on the opposite side of the road to a very animated Frankie's house. I watched numerous people in scanty little outfits as they made their way in with bottles of vodka and other alcohol-related stuff, and other people who were already drunk making out with some complete strangers in the garden. Ugh. I looked at the crumpled note in my hand, even though I knew I had the place right. That much was obvious. But what wasn't obvious was what the hell I was doing here. I had no idea why I'd chosen to show up; after all, aside from Damien, Stacey Marin was one of my least favourite people and I definitely wasn't doing this to please her. All I knew was that I was here now, trying to live up to the expectations of my friends and prove to them that I wasn't a low life who was still sulking over my lost love for Bella, and going with my gut instinct that told me I had to be here. For what, I didn't know.

I scrunched the paper up and forced it into the tight pocket of my black jeans again. Then after taking a deep, steady breath, shrugging my head from side to side and adjusting the collar to my green, chequered shirt, I turned to the forest behind me. I couldn't see them but I knew that Quil, Paul and Embry were out there somewhere shouting "we told you so" at me in their heads. I scanned the area briskly and then made a quick, casual exit out of the trees – making sure that no-one noticed me – and towards the house. Before I could even get halfway up the garden path, Stacey was stumbling down the porch in a small, white dress with her arms outstretched ready to launch herself at me.

"Jakey! You made it!" Jakey? What the hell?

She threw her arms around my neck and squeezed me tightly.

"Yeah, um, I did," I said, giving her an awkward pat on the back. She giggled and pushed me towards the house leaving one arm around my waist and the other clinging to my chest. Yeah, because that totally wasn't uncomfortable.

Ah hell. I was in for some crap tonight.

"C'mon," she said towing me through a crowded hallway and into the living room. "You've got to meet Frankie." I groaned internally and followed her to a group of people slumped over something on a large red sofa. "Hey, Frankie, look who showed up. This is Jacob."

As Stacey said my name, the group of people twisted their heads around to look at us and I realised that they'd all been kissing the girl in the middle. She was small and blonde with her hair tied up into a really high pony and seemed to be enjoying the company. Gross.

The blonde girl looked up from beneath a big guy's chest, letting her arm slide from around his neck, to stare at me. She looked me up and down and smirked.

"Well don't you look fiiiine. Good eye, Stacey. I'd like to see more from where he came from." She stretched an arm out in front of her to curl her finger up and motioned for me to come closer. I was hesitant but that didn't seem to matter because Stacey gave me a reassuring push and prodded me in her direction. "I'm Frankie," she said, leaning in towards me so that her face was barely a centimetre from mine. "And you must be Jacob. How nice of you to drop by." Her sickly sweet voice made me want to gag and swipe the smirk right off of her face but that wouldn't be very gentlemanly. Besides, the thought of touching her was more than a little...unappealing.

"Yeah," I said, straightening myself up. But before I could take a step back she grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me closer.

"Mmm, you smell good. Why don't you...join us."

I looked past her shoulder at the heap of half naked men and the odd woman, and mentally grimaced. "Thanks but, uh, I think I'll pass."

Frankie let go abruptly. "Fine," she frowned, "But you know where I'll be." I smiled – unwillingly – and started to turn my back on her. "Oh and Jacob?"

"Huh?"

"If you decide to change your mind," she twiddled a strand of hair around a perfectly manicured nail and pouted 'sexily' at me, but it was actually really off-putting, "I might spare at little privacy for you." She winked I almost threw up.

God, what was I thinking coming here tonight?

Stacey, who'd been standing quietly throughout the whole thing with Frankie, linked her arm through mine and started to pull me through the crowds of people and into the kitchen. She threw me a giggle over her shoulder when she almost walked into someone sucking face with someone else by the stairs. What is with these people? There was an island in the middle of the room and a row of cocktail glasses lined up along the counter tops. Stacey handed me a can of beer from the fridge and pulled a tube of what looked like mascara from her purse.

"Okay, I'll be right back. I just need to nip to the little girl's room to reapply my make-up." She did that awful little giggle again and headed back out of the room. "Don't go anywhere," she called over her shoulder.

I didn't listen to Stacey. Being at a party with a bunch of crazy people was enough for me; I didn't need a girl like Stacey to make it worse. No offence to her or anything but sheesh, she drives me insane. I squeezed through the teen infested hallway and made my way into the backyard where it was a little quieter. There were still a few people scattered around but it wasn't as busy as inside and there was a secluded area behind a few bushes that looked more than inviting right now. I followed the garden path to the end of the yard to where a small summer house sat in the corner. No-one was around this end of the garden which meant that I could sit alone for a while and think. What the hell was I thinking even coming here tonight? I couldn't believe I actually let them talk me into it. This may have been Paul's thing but it certainly wasn't mine and the moment I found an excuse to get out of this place was the moment I disappeared.

My thoughts were interrupted when a muffled noise came from inside the summer house. Confused and a little unsure as to whether my imagination was playing tricks on me, I made my way over to the door and tried, without making it obvious, to listen in. There were two voices – a male and a female - which meant that there was someone inside and I suddenly felt like I shouldn't be listening in anymore. But just as I was about to turn away I heard something very disturbing.

"Listen bitch! When I want something, I get it and you are no exception." The male's voice turned hard and demanding. "Now, if you wanna walk out of here all pretty and perfect like you think you are, then I suggest you start listening to me and lie down."

"No!" The female voice cried. It was full of distress and desperation.

"I said lie down!" There was another shuffle and then a thud as something hard hit the ground. The female voice whimpered.

"No!" She cried again. "Don't touch me! Leave me alone!" The shuffling continued like they were struggling against each other and then something snapped and she screamed. "No! Let go of me! Somebody he-"

Her voice was cut off before she could finish. But she didn't need to finish for me to understand. It took me all of two seconds to kick the door down to find Damien hovering over the girl with one hand covering her mouth and the other grasping a handful of red material that he'd ripped from the girls dress. The girl's eyes were wide with fright and she was thrashing around beneath him until she saw me in the doorway. Damien froze in his position and narrowed his eyes at me. Before he could speak I dragged him from the girl's body and flung him into the back wall of the summer house. I heard the girl gasp as he landed in a heap on the floor but I didn't turn to look at her. Instead, I took long one stride across the room, grabbed him by the neck and pinned him up against the wall again.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you now?" I growled, trying to restrain my wolf form from taking over.

Damien's face went red as he clawed at my hand.

"You wouldn't dare," he managed to choke out.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Oh I would." I tilted my head in the direction of the girl, but keeping my gaze focused on Damien's face I said, "But I think this girl's seen enough. Don't you?" I tightened my hand around his throat, so wishing that the girl wasn't here right now. If she wasn't a witness to this then I would have taken him there and then, making sure he never laid so much as a toe on another girl again.

He started to make those pathetic choking sounds, using all of his strength to break my hold from him. But I didn't budge. Like he could out do a werewolf. Idiot.

"You disgust me," I spat and tossed him to the floor again. The girl was still sprawled across the floor, to scared to move, staring at Damien in terror. She looked up at me as I crouched down to give her a hand.

"C'mon, let's go." I shot one last menacing glance at Damien as I helped the girl to her feet and lead her outside. "I'm so sorry you had to see that," I apologized, "Hell, I'm sorry I didn't get there sooner. He should never have touched you like that." I waited for the girl to reply as I lead her over to a garden swing nearby. When she didn't say anything I looked over at her emotionless face. Her eyes were glazed over but they held no signs of any fear or sadness. They were empty. Blank. "Hey, are you okay?" I rested my hand against her shoulder, thankful that she didn't cringe away like I'd expected.

"Th-thank you," she finally stammered. "Thanks for..."

"Don't worry about it. I'm sure any guy would have done the same for you if it hadn't been me."

She didn't say anything for a minute. Then suddenly she turned to me. Her eyes welled up with tears as she spoke. "I thought he was really going to...I couldn't stop him. I couldn't...I thought he was going to..."

"Hey, shh....It's okay," I soothed, wrapping my arms around her shoulders in an attempt to comfort her. She fell into my arms, burying her face against my chest as she cried. "Shh, you're safe now. He can't hurt you anymore." I held her like this for a while until her sobs turned into sniffles and she lifted her face to look at me.

"Thank you. Again uh..."

"Jacob," I finished for her.

She smiled. "Thanks Jacob." She sat up, wiped her face clear of tears and held out her hand to me. "I'm Stevie."

"It's nice to meet you, Stevie," I said, taking her hand. I saw her expression change as she felt the heat of my hand but before she could question me about it a sickly sweet voice that I'd been trying to keep my distance from came singing through the garden.

"Hey Jake, there you are!" Stacey chirped, "I was wondering where you got to. I thought I told you to...Oh." She stopped when she caught sight of Stevie's hand in mine and put her hand to her hip. "I didn't realise you were...with someone." She stared at Stevie in shock.

"I'm sorry, I should probably be going." Stevie got up from the swing but I caught her wrist before she could walk away.

"No, no. Please stay. Stacey, this is Stevie. Stevie, this is Stacey." Both of the girls stared at each other and then said. "We know. We're sisters."

I felt my jaw drop. "Oh."

Well, it looks like Hannah's got a bit of a twist to think about there. I hope you think up something good! Please review people =D