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"Okay, everything's ready!" Sam shouts happily.

His voice shocks me out of my locked stare with Brady. But as I blink, slightly rapidly and look down, Brady's still hasn't removed his eyes from my face. What is going on with me? I should be glaring at him, calling him names, even ignoring him. Am I ill?

I glance around hurriedly for Rachel. I suddenly want to get away from Brady badly, and I realize that it's because I'm scared of the feelings I'm having. I don't want to feel like this around him. Suddenly the thought of the ground opening up and eating me is getting appealing. I want to get out of here, but I can't, can I? I really don't want anyone to notice that something is wrong with me. And I know exactly what Rachel will say- 'stop being ridiculous and get on with it', being the main theme.

I spot the gray wool of Rachel's hat first. She already opened the bag of marshmallows and Kim is giggling as my freaky friend tries to put some up her nose. I can't stop myself from glancing back at Brady for one second, and I know I look scared and uncomfortable. My feet somehow find a way to walk round to Rachel and Kim. Brady's eyes watch me the whole way. I can feel them burning into my back like a hot poker.

My lungs ache, and I realize that my breathing must have gotten a bit shaky, so I take a big deep breath in, feeling the ache disappear as I reach Rachel and Kim.

For the first time, I start to notice everything around me. For instance, there's a boy walking toward toward Kim with eyes so full of love they make my heart throb. I have the distinct feeling that I've seen him around before. The way he's staring at her though, it's strange. Like Kim is the sun and he's the moon, every time they're together it's special and sacred. His eyes couldn't hold more love if they tried. I quickly look away.

He puts his arm around Kim's waist, and she immediately looks up at him, smiling timidly. It almost made my heart cry. Can hearts cry? Maybe they do when they're having a heart attack...

See. There I go. Rambling like a... rambler. Shut up, Kayla.

I can see Brady out of the corner of my eye, staring at me in the same position he stood before. Just knowing that his eyes are on me makes me flame up with a sudden passion to do... something.

After a few minutes, Sam calls everyone to start sitting round the fire. I blink and follow Rachel to a log, sitting down next to her. I suddenly feel uncomfortable. What are we going to do? Join hands and tell everyone of our lives? Is this how these things work?

Two elders sit down on the log opposite us, the flames of the fire in the way of their faces a little. Oh god, is this some sort of initiation process? Burn the sacrifice?

My thoughts shut up when I spot Brady trying to sit as close to me as possible. Embry has just sat down on the other side to me, shooting a huge grin and making me feel a little more comfortable, I'll admit. Brady is shaking, but I look away, scared to meet his eyes.

One hour later, and I'm avoiding Brady like you would avoid Hitler. Only Hitler wasn't so damn hot.

The story that those elders told us, was simply amazing. In a story about vampires, a woman stabs herself to distract the vampire who was attacking her husband. Selfless act or what? I'll go to bed thinking about that. And it made me wonder, does love stretch that far? Would you give up your life to save your husband's?

Everyone is eating the food now. Embry is pretty nice. And Paul is... erm... okay. He threw a marshmallow off of Rachel's head- they apparently have a few classes together in school- and she stuck one up his nose. They've been getting on pretty well after that, laughing and joking with each other. They keep talking about some people, Leah and Seth or something, who are supposedly turning up later.

But all I can think about is Brady. I can feel his stare on me.

When I'm standing with Rachel, talking about a random subject, I thought I was safe until Brady came up to us. Oh, god. My heart starts pumping at an extremely fast speed. How am I even still standing when my heart rate is this rapid?

"Kayla, I need to speak to you."

Oh holy Jesus. His voice sounds... like the best sound in the world. Shut up, Kayla.

Rachel can't see any way out of it. I look at the ground while she walks away, but I can still tell that she's glaring at him.

When she's gone, I look into his eyes timidly. Our eyes meet. Warm electric sparks run through me. Just kill me now, please.

"I don't know where to start. I know I've been... a real ass to you for a long time. I'm so sorry Kayla," he stutters, staring at me like he wants to move closer.

I frown slightly. There's a churny feeling in my stomach that he's away to tell me something.

"I've got something to tell you, and I really hope that you won't hate me."

He looks so upset! Here we go. 'Kayla, I'm secretly married to a goat.' Or maybe 'I'm sorry, but I'm in love with your brother and needed to make friends with you to have a chance with him'. 'I want you to be the mother of my children, care to donate a few eggs? I want your blond hair'. I wonder which it would be. Jokes aside though, I can tell that I'm blushing and I feel like I'm about to faint. Oh god, his lips look so soft...

Just as he opens his mouth, I can hear Rachel screech. I can tell it's her- I could tell it's her even if we were in with a hundred people screaming at a concert.

I immediately start, shock and fear running through me. That's what happens to me when I hear a scream.

Brady turns around, clearly baffled. I notice him step closer to me as if he's... going to put his arms around me or something. I can smell the scent of him.

I locate Rachel at the other end of the clearing, not too far away. A boy who wasn't here before- Seth?- is standing right next to her, clutching her elbow. She doesn't look scared, to be honest, but she does look... weird. Like she'd seen Simon Cowell with a thong on. She's staring at the boy's face.

I, without thinking that much, run toward her. Everyone's stopped what they're doing, but they, unlike me, look over with anticipation and interest. What the hell's going on?

"Rachel!" I can feel the panic on my face. The boy, Seth, looks at me, then at Brady, who seems to have been hot on my heels. "What's wrong? What have you done to her?" I turn on Seth, instantly presuming that he's the problem. Men are always the problem.

"Kayla can we go? I have that English essay to do when we get back, remember?" she doesn't meet my eyes, and, without looking at Seth, scurries away down the lane we came through.

The atmosphere is electric. I can tell everyone's looking at me, but I'm too interested in Rachel. I 'accidentally' stomp on Seth's foot as I grab my jacket off of a log and hurry after my girl. Brady's about to protest, I can tell in his eyes, but I don't look at him as I walk away. He looks so desperate, like he wants to get on his knees and beg for me to stay. But that scares me, and I rush off after Rachel, now wanting to get as far away from here as she apparently did.

It's probably clear to you that we don't have an English essay to do. I have no idea what's wrong with her, but I'm so worried now that I really don't care how I look to all those people I met tonight.

And it's only later, after Rachel has promised to tell me all tomorrow morning and left with excuses of being too tired, that I realize that Seth was looking at her the exact same way that Brady looks at me...