I own nothing but Erin. I don't even own Emmie, she is actually Billy's sister from the Black family tree.

The next day, when my alarm went off, I was faced with the most horrifying sight imaginable. My mother's face inches from my own.

I let out a yelp and moved back, smacking my head on the wall, hard. Emmie only laughed, "Smooth, honey. Your boy toy is in the kitchen, waiting to drive you to school. Your brother is there too."

"Embry isn't my brother." I growled, getting up and rubbing the back of my head.

Emmie shook her head, "Of course, he's not." And then she left in a flash, leaving behind the smell of cheap perfume.

I shook my head, getting dressed quickly. I picked out jeans with boots and a blue t-shirt. It was simple and pretty cute, plus I've noticed Seth likes me in boots.

Leaving my room, I found the boys arguing over who got the most cereal, trying to snatch the boxes out of each other's hands. Seth ducked under Jacob's outstretched arm and wrapped an arm around my waist, pouring Lucky Charms in his mouth. Embry was tossing Cheerios at Quil and Jake in between the handfuls heading to his mouth. The other two were unfazed by the cereal hitting them in the face, fiercely fighting over Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

"My dad's the one who paid for this cereal, back off Ateara!"

"Oh so, it's the sacred Black family cereal? I don't think so!"

"Jake! Jake! Try to catch this one! Jake, that sucked! Quil! Your turn!"

"Good morning, did you sleep well?"

I turned away from the three older boys and faced my boyfriend to answer his question, "No nightmares, so it was okay." I nodded, smiling.

"Baby Erin! Catch!" Embry yelled. I turned just in time to catch the cheerio in my mouth. "OHHH! What now?" Embry exclaimed, grinning at me. Oh god, we have the same smile.

I grinned back, turning to Seth and pecking his lips, "We should leave so we're not late."

He nodded and held a finger up, looking over my head, "GUYS! CAR NOW! WE HAVE TO GO!"

Seth took my hand and grabbed my bag off the kitchen chair, pulling me toward the front door. Over my shoulder, I heard Quil yell that he'd won and Jake snap for Quil to go to hell. I just rolled my eyes.

Quil climbed in the backseat with Seth and I, so I ended up packed between two feverish werewolves. I love my life! (Just kidding, folks, it's sarcasm.)

When we got to school, I waved over to Kim across the parking lot. She waved back and grabbed Jared's hand, pulling him over to us. We both let our boyfriends go and hugged. "Hey!"

"Hey! How are you?" She asked, her eyes flickering to Embry for just a second.

I rolled my eyes, "How am I taking the fact that Em and Sammy are my big brothers now, you mean?"

Kim blushed and started shaking her head frantically but I just smiled and cut her off, "It's fine, Kimmy. I'm not going to cry over my mommy and daddy issues in the school parking lot."

She gave me a reassuring smile and nodded, linking our arms. We started towards the school, chatting about our books, while Seth and Jared followed dutifully behind. I liked having a friend besides Seth. I mean being friends with your boyfriend is key but having him as your only best friend probably isn't healthy. Plus, Kim and I have a lot of common ground in our reading lists and opinions.

Kim and I parted ways at our lockers, my hand slipping back into Seth's. I smiled, watching as Jared put an arm around Kim, sliding his hand into her back jean pocket while she hugged him around his waist, resting her head on him. They looked so in love and natural around each other, there was no question that they were destined to end up together.

Homeroom was boring, no pack members besides Seth were freshmen and Kim and Emily were the only other imprints, both older than me.

Math, the one class I really needed to pay attention in, is the one of the classes where paying attention is not an option. Seth is literally less than two feet away from me the whole time and it set my nerves on edge, awaking all my cells. I told Seth he had to be a good boy and pay attention to the teacher, not me and while he did, I still stole my little glances. I was so going to fail Algebra I.

English was easy and fun, because the teacher was having us read a part of our book each night then he'd show us that part of the movie in class. It was horrifying how messed up the movie was, but that's Hollywood.

I cherished history, and it was more common ground for Kim and me. She loved history and swore it wasn't just because that was her only class besides lunch with Jared.

Then it was lunch, my favorite time of the day. I laughed, coming up to the table alongside Kim. Jared and Seth were cracking up, watching as Paul, who was sitting on the tabletop, belted out the chorus of 'Stacy's Mom' by Fountains of Wayne. Embry was chuckling, eyeing a girl across the cafeteria, while Quil and Jacob were still bickering over the cereal from this morning. God, I love these boys.

I walked over to Seth, kissing him quickly and sitting next to him. I leaned back as his arm wrapped around the back of my chair. Jared tugged Kim down into his lap, nuzzling her ear in a sickeningly sweet way. I lightly hit Paul's leg, "Get off the table! You'll get in trouble."

Paul rolled his eyes, hopping down and sitting between Embry and Jared.

Embry looked over at me, "Hey, do you know her?"

He pointed to the girl he'd had eyes for, a blush spreading across his face. I looked at her then shook my head, "No clue. Kimmy, do you know that girl?" I asked, showing who I was talking about.

Kim looked and nodded, "Her name's Lyssa. She's a terrible gossip and she's a junior, Embry."

Paul patted Embry's shoulders, "Sorry, but older women are not your type, Dude."

"Did you imprint?" Kim gasped, looking a little horrified.

"What? No! She's just pretty." Embry shrugged, looking at the table, "She's only a year older, Lahote. Bella Swan's older than her."

Jacob growled at Bella's name and glared at Embry. I threw a chip at him, "Jake, leave BreeBree alone."

Paul leaned in, looking at me, while my half-brother frowned at his new nickname. "Speaking of older women and Embry, on a scale of one to ten, how hot is your mother, Erin?"

I glared at him, throwing another chip. "Not that it's your business, but she looks kinda like an older me with brown eyes. But she's also a fiery bitch from the darkest depths of hell, so keep your distance."

Paul grinned, "I like 'em hot as hell, 'Rinny."

"She'll rip you apart," I said, shrugging, "And, I'm guessing, she likes men about six years older than her. Example A, my married-with-a-kid father."

Paul frowned and nodded, "Plus doing an imprint's mom is probably immoral, right?"

I glared, "Right." I said in a sarcastic monotone that made Paul laugh. I might have hit him if it weren't for the whole 'you'll break your hand' thing. That and Seth had pressed his lip to my temple, lightly rubbing my arm.

I wish Paul's imprint luck, she's gonna need it where ever she is now.

This was kind of a filler but I figured you guys needed a break from plot development for a second. Plus, sometimes, you just have to let the Pack be the Pack. And oh my goodness, Erin has no idea when it comes to Paul's imprint *giddily giggles*