February 1st

Dear Journal,

This week has been pretty normal. Life seems to be getting normal here...almost. I still have a BAZILLION questions that no one seems to want to answer. So I've stopped bringing them up. I guess there are some things you have to figure out on your own. A group of people from my school are going to see a movie in Port Angeles tonight.

Jason invited me to come too but I have to work. I think he was hoping I was going to be able to go. I wish I could, but I can't ask off my second week of work, right? So he asked what I was doing tomorrow and I said "nothing after three" and he invited me to go see a movie with him then. I was a little suspicious. "Like a...date?" I inquired.

He blushed like it was suppose to be a date but was embarrassed that I was a little unsure about the whole thing. "No, no, Sarah would probably come too, I'm sure," he added. I'll admit I almost wish he would have said, "Yes, exactly like a date" but guys these days seem to have security issues. Well, I'm sure it will be fun with or without Sarah. I have to jet off to work now but don't consider the February 1st entry complete! I'll jot down some more afterwards.

February 1st – 1 am

Dear Journal,

Just when I thought my week was going to be completely normal...well, let's just say this job at the cafe is turning out to be more than I signed up for. Everything was going pretty well until it was almost closing. A bunch of drunks came in; it made me really nervous but Kelly is the strong type and told them to get out or she would call the police.

They left quickly enough, but not without making some rude remarks to us. I hoped that was the end, and Kelly told me it was. She said that group migrated around Forks and sometimes ended up at the cafe, but she had learned to deal with them. Well, that may be all good for her but I was new to all of this.

I left a bit before closing – Kelly said it was alright – and went to the car. It was kind of dark but I figured it wouldn't be a problem, even though it was almost 11pm. I was looking through my purse for my keys when I heard some laughing come up from behind the restaurant. It was those drunkards. I tried to play it cool, got my keys and my cell phone out of my purse and unlocked my car.

They saw me just as I was opening the car door and yelled some things I'd rather not repeat. I just ignored them, even though my heart was racing. I got in the car and started to close the door when a rock flew threw the back windshield and shattered it. I put the keys in the ignition and tried to start the engine, but it wouldn't go!

Oh, I thought I was going to die right then and there. I grabbed my phone, heart pounding so loud I couldn't hear, trying to dial 911. Another rock shattered the mirror on the car door and I dropped the phone from surprise. It was a nightmare; I wish I had been dreaming. I heard their drunk laughing getting closer and I was just praying "please God, please" over and over again, trying to get my phone.

There was a pounding on my window and I jerked up, frozen to see one of them – the biggest one – standing right there. He was angry and just kept pounding. I screamed and tried to climb to the other side to get out of the car and run. I figured I would be in the papers the next morning.

Then the real surprise came – that was only drama. I heard something hit the driver window of my car hard, like a head or something. I turned to look and just as I did that big drunkard's body just flew away, like it disappeared or something. That really freaked me out. Then I heard him scream and saw him hung up in a tree.

I froze. I couldn't move. Soon they were all disappearing and reappearing in the trees. I thought whatever was going after them was going to get me soon so I made my legs move and opened the passenger door. I started to run as fast as I could, tears of fear blurring my vision. I looked behind me to see nothing and then I ran into something and I think I fainted.

I woke up a few seconds later in this really nice car (I would tell you the model but I really don't know that much about cars) a few blocks away from the cafe. I sat up quickly, but the speed of my rising made my head hurt. "Are you okay?" someone said, and I recognized the voice. I turned to see Caden in the drivers seat, his expression a chaotic mix of emotions. Most of all, his face was concerned and frightened, the same as mine I assumed.

"No..." I mumbled. Then I shook my head. "No! What...what happened? Why...When...?" I couldn't think straight enough to form words.

"Just a bunch of dirty drunks. Guess they picked on the wrong girl, right?" he asked, I could tell he was trying to be comforting but it wasn't working.

"Caden, how did you...you know..." I started as my hand trying to slyly make it's way to the door's handle. I didn't feel safe anymore; in fact, Caden seemed to feel more like a threat now.

"Please don't be scared. I promise they aren't hurt, well maybe a bump or two but they deserved that much," he told me. His hand started to reach out but pulled back quickly.

"I need to get home," I said blatantly and opened the door to get out.

"Not in that old junker back there. I check, your battery is dead." He had checked out my car? What sort of creeper was he? "I can give you a ride though and have your car fixed in time for work tomorrow." That didn't stop me. I still continued to get out. I was positive no matter how I got home, it wasn't going to be with him.

His hand grabbed mine, cold as ice and smooth as marble. "Jenny, please. You're not gonna walk home after that are you?" he said persuasively. Caden was right; I wasn't that brave. I sat back down.

"You should warm up your hands, you'll catch pneumonia," I told him, taking my hand out of his to turn up the heat only to find it was already blasting as much as it could. I looked back at him confused.

"My hands don't warm up well," he simply said. "I always have cold hands." Cold, like ice, like death. Like the vampires Grandpa was always talking about in those crazy stories. He put the car into drive. "I'll take you home now."

"In La Push?" I said abruptly, more of my grandfather's comments coming to me. He looked at me a bit surprised by my sudden question.

"Isn't that where you live?"

"Yes but...isn't there a border or something you guys aren't suppose to cross. Grandpa seemed pretty serious about some sort of treaty and Renesmee even said that..." I began to babble. If he took me home, that would have to be over the border-thing and I didn't want anyone getting in trouble.

"Yeah, but it's only breaking the rules if they know they've been broken," Cade smiled, seemingly thrilled about having to sneak into La Push. "Plus, it's almost midnight. Don't grandparents usually tuck in about 8:30?"

"I guess it is the most convenient and irresponsibly teenager like thing we could do," I replied, rolling my eyes at the stereotypical situation.

"Exactly," he responded, pleased with how I had assessed the circumstances. We drove on in silence for a few minutes. I noticed he was going pretty fast but didn't really care to see how fast. We were already breaking Quileute rules, why not the law as well?

"What's with your family and the Quileutes? The way I've heard things, you're sworn enemies. But that's a little harsh," I inquired and expressed my opinion. Maybe I was being too bold but I had already flirted with death, I might as well get some answers now.

"You could say we are. It's hard to explain. I don't get it all the way. As for my coven, we are just trying to work things out between us," Caden explained simply. Almost too simply, but at least I had half an answer: why the Wolfes were complying.

"Wait, coven? As in..." I began to asked, but suddenly wished I hadn't. He looked over at me as if I was about to say something right, but also something that would pain him to hear. "Won't your family be worried that you're out alone? They seemed like they wanted to watch you pretty closely the other day."

Caden laughed at the way I had changed the subject. "Yeah, they are going to be pretty pissed at me, but we're doing irresponsible things tonight, right? Might as well add that to the list," he joked, not having a problem with the idea.

"Why?"

"What?" he simply said, confused by my question.

"I know I'm asking a lot of questions, but seriously, why do they want to watch you so much. I know you said something about "vegetarian" or whatever the other day but I don't get that either."

"Let's just say that they are worried if I'm out by myself that there will be tons of bloody, dead...cows in the morning," Caden replied, at first quickly as in jest and then hesitantly.

"Cade, are you...is that really the truth?"

He didn't look at me, he just kept driving. "No, it's not," was he said. I was bubbling with frustration inside. Why was everyone always lying to me, telling half-truths and keeping me in the dark? It was too much to bear.

"Well, you got that lying teenager thing down pretty well," I harshly responded, crossing my arms. He didn't seem to mind, in fact, he acted like he deserved the accusation.

Suddenly we were in front of my home. I started to open my door to get out, but before I could even blink Caden was there opening the door for me. I got out of the car, bewildered but I didn't speak. He was blocking the path to my home so I stood still.

"Thanks for breaking the rules with me. Makes me feel normal," the strawberry blonde said to me. I swear he might have blushed but no color flooded his cheeks; they were porcelain white as always.

"Anytime," I told him, but I didn't mean it. Before I reached the steps to the door, he was gone. Crazy night, right? Gosh, it was so insane. I don't know what to think anymore! Thank goodness that no one saw us. Even if I have no clue why they need a border-treaty-thing, I know it wouldn't have been good for them to know he had crossed it. The one thing that haunts me the most: the dead cows.

XoXo Jennifer Heartly