(A/N: this gives you a little background on Cammie, and shows a little more of her personality. I hope you like it! And, also, I have to get at least 6 reviews in order for me to update! Special thanks to: europ92, emilydeari, NOelly, FishFace4LIFE, and A Forgotten Fairy. AKA. –Fairy! You guys rock, and you get cookies for reviewing! *hands cookies to them* Arigato!)

Camille's POV.

Jacob and I had been driving for a while now. I was listening to the P!nk CD. Well, sort of. I had been thinking—pondering why I was so interested in Jacob.

I was never one to fall for people quickly. Actually, I shut out people I meet. Or, at least, that was wait I normally did. It's hard for me to trust people—what can I say? I've been betrayed, hurt, and backstabbed so many times before in my life. At this moment, I felt so…comfortable, at home, like Jacob was that best friend from TV that you'd had your whole life. The one who you were so comfortable around and you knew he cared about you so much. The one who had a huge crush on you and you pretended like you didn't like him back because you didn't want your friendship screwed up. Except that, 1) Jacob wasn't my best friend. 2) This wasn't TV. You didn't always have a happy, simple life, where you got your happily-ever-after. 3) I just met Jake. 4) Jake probably didn't give a damn about me. Hell, he was a werewolf. He was probably just doing his job when he came to save me. 5) I am certain that Jacob doesn't have a crush on me. 6) So, I was pretending like I didn't like him…I've been hurt too many times before.

When I was 15 years old, I met a boy named Tim. I'd loved him. And he'd loved me. Or so he said. I'd thought that he was my soul-mate. The one I was truly destined to be with. But then he started cheating. And hitting me. Telling me that I was an ugly, worthless piece of shit. I felt tears brimming as I remembered how deeply he'd hurt me. I never told anyone, either. I was in too deep. I'd loved him, and didn't want to lose him.

The bruises that Tim usually left me with began getting harder and harder to hide. I'd finally broken up with him. But Tim didn't even care. He said something along the lines of "whatever," then went to find one of the whores he was screwing around with. Alone and broken, with no one to talk to, I sort of…stayed that way. Before Tim, I had always been sprightly, flamboyant, fun. After Tim, I fell into my depression. I had discovered the theatre after hearing an actress on TV. She talked of how acting was so much fun. How it felt so nice to be under the spotlight and escape reality, if only for a few hours. So, I gave acting a shot and discovered that I enjoyed it, and was actually quite good at it. Now I love it. It is amazing and what I want to do with my life.

The thought that someone would do that to another human being—putting them in such a depression and hurting them so badly—made me sick. As I looked over at Jake, I wondered if he would be the type who'd do to me what Tim had. He didn't seem like that. But then again, neither did Tim when I first met him.

I thought about my personality. On the surface, I was typical. No one really had bothered to look past that. I'm loving, caring, sweet, fun, and weird. But I'm also a hopeless romantic—to a fault—and I, again, am weird. Very weird. I'm a bit of a snob to people less intelligent than me. Ignorance is something that can be prevented, after all! There is no reason as to why you shouldn't be able to spell the simplest of words. I'm stubborn. I also won't hesitate to be a bitch if you harm my loved ones. I'm protective. I'm deep and hate those mainstream Mary-Sues that people just seem to know and love.

I felt cold and wet running down my face. Oh, joy, tears. I sniffled and turned my head from Jacob's view. I hated when people saw me so vulnerable like this.

Jake noticed my crying. His eyebrows furrowed.

"What's wrong?"

I sniffled and tried to gain my composure. "Nothing." I mumbled.

"C'mon, Cammie, we both know you're lying." He glanced at me and looked back at the road.

"Why would I tell you?" I asked icily.

He flinched. "Because I want to help you."

"And why the hell do you want to help me?"

He said nothing.

"Well?" I snapped. "Why?"

He ran his fingers through his hair. "A relative of Emily's is a relative of mine."

"Nice try." I said.

"No, seriously," he said. "The pack—Paul, Leah, Seth, Embry, Quil, Jared, Collin, Brady, Sam—we're all family. Or we all may as well be. We are similar and have the same goal; to protect innocent people from vampires,"

My heart sank. He only had been doing his job. "So that's the only reason you saved me, then?"

"No!" he said quickly. "I wanted to save you!"

"Why? For glory? So you could get special treatment from Emily?"

He looked distraught. "Why would you think that?" he said, utterly shocked.

"Well, no one gives a damn about me, besides my mother," I muttered.

This almost made his swerve off of the highway.

"Watch the car!" I exclaimed.

"Cammie, God damn it, don't say things like that! You have no clue what you're talking about!"

"No, I don't, Jake! So clue me in! Help me out here! I'm trying to understand!"

"Why should I tell you anything when you won't even tell me what's wrong?!" he shot back.

I grunted in frustration. "You want to know what my problem is, Jacob?" I asked, eerily calm. "Do you really want to know?"

His eyes narrowed at me suspiciously; he heard the change in my demeanor.

"My problem, Jacob Black, is that at age fifteen, I believed I was in love. And that the guy loved me back. But I was wrong. This guy started hitting me," I pronounced carefully.

Jake looked like he was ready to tear someone's head off. I swear, this guy is such a mystery…

"So eventually I dumped him. He didn't give a shit about me. He left and I was left alone and broken, and guess what? I discovered theatre then. So, after that, my personality sort of changed, Jacob. I was no longer the person I had been before. And now I'm questioning your sincerity and why you seem to care so much. You don't know me. But you risked your life for me and saved me. Not that I don't appreciate it, but what I want to know why! Do you want something from me, Jacob? Are you looking for a girl to screw? WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" I screamed.

Jacob was shaking. I watched, the Leah scene from earlier replaying in my mind. "I can't believe that you'd think so lowly of me," he whispered.

I threw my hands up in the air. "How can you not believe it?! I JUST MET YOU! I DON'T KNOW YOU! AND I'D LIKE IT IF YOU ANSWERED MY QUESTIONS!"

He shook, convulsively, very erratically. I poked out my bottom lip in anger.

"Damn it, Cammie! You're making me so angry, I can't see straight anymore!" he took a deep, angry breath. "Do you really want to know why I want to help you, Cammie?! Do you really want to know?! I want to help you because—shit!" Jacob called, his eyes flickering forward. I followed his eyes and noticed we were about to crash into another car.

"Oh my God!" I screamed.

And the last thing I remember was the sound of metal crunching and blood, and lots of it.

(A/N: Ooh, it's getting good now! As Cammie had just barely escaped death, here she is in a car crash! Cammie, Cammie, Cammie, you silly girl! Getting into car crashes and yelling at Jacob! *wags finger at Cammie* I really didn't plan it this way, but it happened, so I'm sticking to it now! Like I said, 6 reviews or I refuse to go on from here! And, c'mon, people! Favorite this story! Add it to story alerts! Favorite me as an author! Add me to your author alerts! Add my stories to C2s! I want my story out there! Arigato! *bows* ^_^)