Byron.

I continued stuffing the red powdered Flaming Hots in my mouth as I sat on the couch. I licked my fingers clean of the red flavor and then dunked my hand back in the bag.

I can't believe that me, Byron Jones, is being a couch potato and watching old horror movies. It honestly isn't my fault that I'm sitting here, alone. It's Seth's. Apparently me slightly pissing his sister off caused him to completely ignore me. I mean what the hell?

Okay so maybe it is part of my fault that I'm alone, but still. Have we all forgotten what Leah said to me? Remember I'm the unlovable boy with no real family.

As if I care.

Does Leah honestly think I give a damn that my Dad hasn't made contact with me in months? Does Leah honestly believe that I care that my father practically hates me and in his eyes I'm a monster?

Please, her words have no effect on me. None, zip, nada.

I heard the door slam violently and angry heels clacking against the floor. I swiveled around in my spot to be greeted with a pissed Blaire. She angrily threw her bag on a couch and threw her shoes across the room.

"UUGGHH!" the teen yelled out in agony stomping her feet.

I simply stared at my sister's breakdown slightly amused. Also I'm quite happy that somebody else was having problems. She walked over and plopped down next to me dipping her hands in the bag of unhealthy hot chips. We both turned our full attention to some blonde girl getting her head cut off on her prom night.

"What happened to you?" I finally asked.

"Fight with Jacob, you?" she said monotone.

"Same as the last few days." I rolled my eyes. It was stupid how long Seth was staying mad at me.

Suddenly Blaire got out of her comfortable position dusting chip crumbs off her jeans.

"We," started motioning between us, "have survived our old high school. You have gone through countless rave riot fights, and have lost more than a handful of jackass best friends. And I," she paused taking in a deep breath, "have gone through my fair share of break ups so I don't know why I'm upset about some guy who's not my boyfriend." she stated letting out a deep breath. She smiled this pep talk obviously helped her self confidence.

But not mine.

"Uh-huh, yup that helps." I said sarcastically and she frowned at my response walking toward her room. I leaned my head back and slightly closed my eyes.

Maybe Blaire was right, maybe I can survive this little drama.

Leah.

"Are you ready yet?" Seth pounded on my door, an unusual change for me.

Any average night when we would go out I would be the first one ready. Mostly due to the fact that I had been sunk to rock bottom at that period of my life.

I applied some lip-gloss and mascara like I was taught and I did a circle in my outfit. It was something Blaire had picked out, so I guess I looked decent. Or better than I usually did.

"Hurry up!" Seth whined still banging against the door.

"Calm the hell down!" I glared at him menacingly as I trudged downstairs. Mom smiled at me and Seth as we made our way toward the car. We haven't been out in so long together as a family. Well, not exactly a whole family since our heart warming Dad sadly isn't here.

We finally made it to the restaurant and sat down in a booth. As I'm flipping through the pasta menu I hear Mom exclaim, "Oh, there's Sam and Emily together."

I snapped my gaze up to see my cousin giggling with the man I loved. She was clinging onto his arm as he led her toward a table right in front of our booth. I gritted my teeth and straightened up a little. I had to look like I had some dignity; I mean I'm a 20 year old sitting with her mommy and little brother.

How pathetic.

But, the one thing that was working for me would be my new look. I had a brand new confidence and look. And for once, I knew I looked hot.

"Hello Clearwater family." Sam smiled warmly and I looked up surprised as if I didn't know the happy couple entered.

"I haven't seen you guys in a while." his tone obviously saying, 'so not coming back to my pack'.

"Leah you look gorgeous!" my used to be favorite cousin exclaims.

"Thanks, just trying to shake it up. How are you two doing?" I asked politely trying to rid the image of me being a PMS bitch.

"Fine, just fine." Sam nodded and I couldn't help but smirk seeing him checking me out. Note to self, thank Blaire later on.

"What's the occasion for you two being out?" Mom asked.

"Oh well today is our anniversary." Emily gushed and I scoffed and rolled my eyes in disgust. What? I said I was working on not being a PMS bitch.

"Excuse me for a moment." I said getting up and walking outside. I breathed in the fresh air trying to hold back tears.

Why me? Why was I the seeming "unlovable" as quoted by Byron? Why did I have to be the only known female wolf? Why was my future husband stolen away because of perfect cousin Emily?

Emily. She was always the one. Even though we were close friends that didn't mean we didn't compete. From when we were little all the way to the teen years, there was always a competition. If I won award for best athlete then she won for nicest student .If I got a 3.8 on my report card, she got a 3.9. If I dated a soccer player she dated the quarterback and captain on the football team.

I leaned against a nearby wall and closed my eyes. Not that this helped, as if closing my eyes cleared my problems.

Mr. Billy Black. (didn't see this coming did you?)

I wheeled my way through my house picking up and picking up old cups and plates. I rolled in front of my son who was sitting on the couch, as he has been the whole day. I picked up the remote and turned the TV on mute.

"Daad." he moaned out in protest.

"Tomorrow is the end of the high school's winter break, so you better be ready to go back." I stated receiving a slight eye roll.

"I'm going out to get some lunch meat and those potato chips I like…Doritos's I think." I mumbled.

"Alright, give me a second." he said throwing on a shirt off the floor of his room.

He put me in the car and drove toward the supermarket. I waved him off telling him to go home since I usually spent a few more minutes talking to my good sports friends.

Rolling myself in me started going between each aisle picking up food. As I made it to the more junk food section I reached for the same bag of Doritos's as some teen girl with a big pair of sunglasses.

"Oh sorry, here." she smiled handing me the bag.

"Thank you young lady." I nodded at her kindly.

"No problem, who doesn't love these." she said throwing the chips in her cart. She continued to throw junk food in the cart and I glanced over to see the most unhealthy food choices.

"Are we in the generation of no vegetables?" I asked her and she snickered lightly.

"Yeah, I should probably pick up some…um salad I guess." she shrugged lightly.

I sighed shaking my head, "Follow me, and maybe you'll learn something about produce."

"Um, sure. Thanks, I guess." the girl said unsure but I wheeled over to the fruit.

For the next thirty minutes I got to know the nice young lady whose name was Blaire. She apparently moved here a few months ago with her brother, no parental supervision. She was a very nice girl who could have an attitude and mouth at some times, but all together very nice.

"Yum that sounds delicious." she smiled as I told her about my famous fish fry.

"It is." I smiled checking out my bags. Blaire took out her cell phone with a funny screen and started arguing with somebody on the other line. She angrily hung up and threw the phone back in her purse.

"What's wrong?" I asked her concerned.

"Nothing, my ride is just in Port Angeles stuck in thirty minute traffic." she rolled her eyes in annoyance. Looking over I saw Jacob pull up with the car.

"My son and I could drive you home if you like." I offered kindly.

"Um, sure that'd be awesome." she nodded walking out with me. Jacob got out the car to help me with my bags but seemed to stop short glaring at Blaire, who kindly returned the favor.

"Do you two now each other?" I asked the question obvious.

"Yeah, I'm his friend with 'no morals'." Blaire said sarcastically holding her hand out for Jacob to shake.

"Good to see you, or in your case I seem to always boss you around." he retorted back.

The two continued to throw a few sarcastic remarks at each other but they remained silent most of the time. I had to laugh lightly at the relationship between the two; it had the making of a true love.

We dropped Blaire off at her home and said to keep in touch. Jacob drove away mumbling stuff underneath his breathe.

"Something wrong son? Girl problems perhaps?" I questioned lightly hoping for a straight forward answer.

"Nothing's wrong. Everything's just peachy. Except for the fact that she's a complete stubborn New Yorker." he mumbled to himself.

"Hm, maybe just a difference in choice." I stated earning a confused look from Jacob.

"What I mean is this. Bella was more down to earth, reserved, and less…independent. Blaire is the complete opposite."

"Sadly, I can't believe I thought I imprinted on her. We have nothing in common, except that we both like to argue with each other." he exclaimed.

"You two don't argue that much, isn't this your first time?" I pointed out.

He stayed silent for a few seconds, most likely letting what I just said sink in.