Sorry this is kind of short. I'm having a little writer's block with the story, and that's also why I couldn't think up a song to put with it. And Prom was awesome! Even if I didn't win prom king, or even prom prine, it was still really fun!

I never got why Bella hated Prom...

Enjoy!


I have no idea why Joseph was so desperate to get me out of the cafeteria once Paul arrived. A part of me was disappointed to leave; I really wanted to see Tyler get his ass kicked. Yet, here we were: Joseph speeding down the highway back to his suckshack, with me in the passenger seat, holding my throbbing face.

I lowered the sun visor to look in the mirror, praying that I wasn't missing any teeth from Tyler's falcon-punch. Luckily there was no serious damage, a little swelling, but that would go down with some ice.

"Do you know that police guy?" Joseph asked, looking a little mad for some reason. He was grinding his teeth and his cheeks were sort of pink.

"Yea?" I answered, hesitant.

"How?"

"I got in trouble with him before."

"Does he like you?"

I whipped my head to look at Joseph, shocked that he would ask such a thing. Well, I guess he is right in being worried. "That'd be wrong," I said.

Joseph grunted and turned his eyes back to the road, ignoring me for a brief second. "Of course he likes you. You can tell by the way he leapt to protect you from that bodybuilder. I could have saved you, you know. But I was held up in that son of bitch math teacher's room." Joseph genuinely seemed pissed off at the prospect of Paul having feelings for me.

"Are you alright?" I asked, putting my hand on his shoulder.

Joseph sharply inhaled and held his breath for a while before answering me. "I'm fine. It's just that I don't like to be played with."

I retracted my hand and gulped. Shit! Did he know about my using him to get Henry and escape Paul? "Why would you say something like that? Do you think I'm playing you?"

He violently shook his head. "No, I trust you. You're not like the others. Fucking whores." He gripped the steering wheel tighter and his knuckles turned bone white. "You know my ex, right? Cassandra, the bitch you beat up? Well anyway, she fucking cheated on me and I suppose it did a number on me mentally. I have trust issues."

And anger issues apparently. "I-I won't cheat on you," I stuttered, a little nervous when confronted with Joseph's new attitude.

He smiled at me and stroked my cheek with his thumb. "I know you won't."

I faked a smile back and looked away at my feet. Frowning, I realized that I had left the crutches at school, so I'd be back to hopping everywhere on one leg. Shit. Maybe I can get Psycho to carry me again. I was thinking over my options when something caught my eye. On the floor of the car was a green thing, like olive green, but that was because it had darkened with age or something. Leaning over, I grabbed it and brought it up. In my hand was a lime peel.

"Joseph, why do you have a lime peel in your car?" I asked.

Joseph laughed and put his arm around my shoulders. "You don't remember?"

I shook my head.

"It's from our first kiss. You know, when you kissed me at that party to get the lime from my mouth. You gave me the peel and I kept it to remember that moment by."

I grimaced at the peel in my hand, realizing that it was symbol of how crazy Joseph is about me. Ugh, what is it that makes me so irresistible to freaks? "Okay?" I mumbled. I leaned back in my seat and looked into the rearview mirror to get a different view of things.

In the mirror was a cop car trailing us at a safe distance. I squinted to see the face of the driver, seeing a pair of white teeth flash a smile at me. Fucking Paul! I opened my mouth to say something, but shut it once I remembered who I was in the car with. "So," I said, "just hypothetically, what did you want to do to Cassandra when you found out she was a ho?" Sure, the question could have been worded more maturely, but I really hate her!

Joseph began to grind his teeth again. "I wanted to make her pay for doing that to me," he growled in a menacing tone.

I could see that Paul, through the rearview mirror, was listening in on us, knowing very well that I was in some sort of predicament. Great, now he'll try to play the savior card and pull us over, arresting me! I nervously laughed. "At least you kept your cool, right?"

Joseph shrugged. Uh-oh, why'd he do that? "Do you promise not to tell anyone this?" he whispered.

Paul cocked his eyebrow, most likely not being able to hear Joseph's whisper. His eyes were still yellow, meaning it wasn't him, but his inner wolf. Or something like that; I really don't understand. However, once his eyes settled on my face, he perked up and smirked. Awesome, so now he's just trying to get a rise out of me or something. What are your motives Paul Meraz?

"I'll keep your secret," I told Joseph, still glaring in the rearview mirror. He hadn't noticed yet, probably because his eyes were glued to the road.

"Well, I would have fantasies of…" he gulped and his breath sounded a little shaky, like this was his deepest, most darkest secret that he was revealing to me, "of killing her."

I scoffed. "Is that it?" I asked. "Half of La Push has dreamt of those bitches dying a slow, painful death."

Joseph shook his head. "No, like she wasn't the first. I think about people dying a lot, usually by my hand."

"Are you saying you want to kill people?" I asked.

"Only some."

Okay, so this totally makes the top of my list of Most Awkward Car Rides Ever. So apparently I moved from love-obsessed werewolf to wannabe killer skinhead. Wow, I have bad taste in men. "Okay," I whispered.

In the mirror, Paul looked angry for some reason. It was most likely him hearing that I was in the car with a potential serial killer. Leaning back in my seat, I realized that I had a choice to make: I could stay with Joseph in his shitty-ass apartment and fear he'd one day murder me, or I could be with Paul and be smothered everyday and put up with his cocky self. Damn!

We reached the projects complex, and Joseph, instead of pulling into the parking lot, went behind the building, where there was no one around. The building and the trees from the nearby forest helped to shadow the area, making it dark and hidden from the daytime light. There was no one else around; the area completely empty.

Motherfucker! I'm Joseph's first victim!

"What are we doing here?" I squeaked in a terrified voice.

Joseph turned off the car and undid his seat belt. "I figured that since we're connected emotionally, then we should try another kind of connection."

My forehead began to sweat and I could feel my hands shaking with apprehension. Paul's car was nowhere in sight now. Did he seriously just up and leave me when I'm with a murderer? "Like Internet connection?" I quivered.

Joseph laughed. "Sure, I'll be the cable, and you can be the port. You ready to receive my information?" He took off his shirt and leaned in closer to me.

I put my hands on his chest and pushed him away. "Look, Joseph. We barely know each other. And I'm saving myself for a meaningful relationship."

I thought for a brief second that Joseph would be all understanding and apologize for tying to push me, but of course, I was wrong. Instead he ground his teeth again and clenched his fists. "Are you playing with me?" he growled.

"N-no!" I panicked. "It's just that I'm not ready."

"You said you wanted to wait for a meaningful relationship," he accused, leaning closer to me; too strong for me to push him away. "Are you trying to say that I don't matter?"

My mouth went dry and I croaked, trying to come up with anything to say. "No, I- uh…look, it's just that…maybe we should- wait! Yeah! We should wait until we get to know each other on a more intimate basis."

He narrowed his eyes at me. "Danni, you and I both know you're bullshitting me. It's the cop, isn't it?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You have feelings for the fucking cop!" he yelled, some of his spit flying in my face.

I shook my head.

"Don't lie to me!" he screamed grabbing a fistful of my hair. He pulled me closer to him and he began to rub his face along my neck, moaning the whole time. "Don't you know how much I want you?"

I quietly and slowly inched my hand over the door, feeling for the handle to let me out. It took a while, but soon I had it in my grasp and was about to pull on it when I heard the doors lock.

"You're not leaving," Joseph said, "not yet." He got out of his seat and hovered over me, his arms on either side of my body. Quickly he leaned down and yanked on the lever to make my seat go into the laying-down position.

"Joseph," I cooed, rubbing my hand along his cheek. "You need to stop and see what you're doing. You won't get in trouble if you stop now, but if you continue, I'll make sure I destroy you." Okay, not the smartest thing to say to a killer, but I needed him to stop himself before he raped me. I don't want him to be my first! But who do I want to be with first?

Joseph smirked and leaned on me with all his weight. "I'm really going to enjoy this," he moaned, kissing along my jawline.

I struggled against him, but he was too strong for me; holding both of my hands in one of his, while the other traveled up and down my leg. He started to pull my shorts down away from my waist. However, he stopped and undid his jeans, exposing his erect penis to me.

"Stop Joseph," I tried again. "Don't!"

He ignored me, going back to removing my shorts. Soon the waistline was at the middle of my thighs. He smirked and grabbed a hold of my panties.

No! This can't happen! I frantically thought of ways to stop this, but I already tried reasoning, threatening, and demanding; all of which didn't work. There was still one option left though. I really didn't want to use it because then I know other complications will arise later on, but I'm getting desperate.

With one rip, Joseph removed my panties from my body, exposing me to him. Okay, time to go with Plan D.

I sucked in air, filling up my lungs with oxygen. Then, as loud of my vocal cords would let me, I screamed out: "HELP ME PAUL!"

"Shut up!" Joseph yelled, slapping me. He smirked and positioned himself to shove his penis inside my vagina when the car jerked a little bit. "What the-?"

The sound of screeching metal rang out and the passenger side door of the car was ripped off. We heard the congruent sounds of shattering glass and shrapnel afterward.

"Motherfucker!" Joseph yelled out in fear. His eyes widened and I saw his grip my seat. He screamed out in pain and agony as his knuckles got whiter and whiter. It seemed as if something was trying to pull him out of the car, but Joseph had the car seat in his grasp, holding on for dear life.

The snarling of a large animal came from outside. One of Joseph's hands slipped and the other one followed soon after. Son Joseph began to get pulled out of the car by the legs by whatever animal had him. He continued to scream out, sounding like a frightened child in pain.

"Help me Danni!" he cried, grabbing onto my hair, yanking me with him.

I screamed out in pain, making the animal outside snarl even louder and drag Joseph out even faster. A chunk of my hair was ripped out with Joseph and the sounds of his screams followed.

Joseph yelled out for help. "Danni! Please!" he cried out. "It's eating me!" There was sickening sound of some being squished, and Joseph's cries amplified.

The animal let out a menacing growl and I heard the sounds of Joseph scampering to his feet and running away, sobbing the whole time.

I stayed in the car, afraid to see what was outside. I pulled up my shorts and brought my legs up closer to my chest.

"Danni?" I heard Paul ask. He poked his head into the car, blood around his mouth, most likely left over from Joseph. As soon as Paul laid his yellow eyes on me, I saw his features soften and he looked anguished. He reached in and grabbed me, pulling me out of the vehicle.

I noticed that he was naked, but I didn't really care at the time. All I could focus on was Joseph and how he tried to rape me. I thought he was a good guy. He was supposed to be in love with me, and not the fake werewolf love that Paul has, but real human love. Apparently I was wrong, maybe I'm just unlovable.

A lump grew in my throat and I felt my eyes start to get all wet. A tear escaped and more followed.

Paul, or his wolf I guess I should say, held me to him tighter, both his arms around me. He didn't say anything, but just led me to his cruiser, where he let me lie in the back seat.