So, I just got done with Ch. 2 and I'm sorry it took me that long. :( I had no idea high school could be so busy at times. Pllllllus, next week is MORP (PROM backwards) week and I'm in Student Council so I have to help with some things. Since I'm a Freshman, I'm a candidate for MORP Queen. Whoo! Haha, but I'm gonna lose to my close friend which in return will make me with this bet I have going on with her. Ugh, it's exciting! :)) Okay, okay, I'm done blabbering. I just kinda whipped this up real quick 'cause I wanted to get to where she meets someone. Enjoy my dearies! :D

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Chapter 2

Girl's Night

Marissa's whiny pop songs were getting on my nerves but I kept quiet as we stopped by Leslie's and left Forks. She started the conversation right away. Strange, her parents kept to themselves, but Marissa was the complete opposite. She gossiped like no one else I have ever known and she was always asking me for fashion tips when the truth was, I hadn't the first clue on fashion. I was still learning myself. Either way, Ben and Angela have their hands full. Honestly, I feel sorry for them. Marissa was very wild, always getting herself into trouble. I would hear about it from her and later on from Grandpa Charlie who pretty much scolded me for hanging out with her. But Marissa is what kept everything going, and you never really had to listen to her, she did that herself.

Leslie, on the other hand, was like her father mostly. Eagerly following people around like a lost puppy. She had her mother's dark, curly hair and father's light blue eyes, but she was polite and made up for what her parents lacked. Jessica had gotten pregnant right before college and not knowing what else to do, Mike proposed and they eloped. Leslie always talked about getting a love of her own like her parents – something adventurous and exciting. She really had no idea of the definition of those two words. I truly believed no one would find a love like my parents.

We pulled into Port Angeles just as it was getting dark. I actually began to feel silly, wanting more than anything to be just a normal teenage girl. A girl who wouldn't have to keep denying the rumors of her strange family. A girl who wouldn't have to hide her family's secret any longer. A girl who could have a mother-daughter day with her mother on a sunny day. A lump rose in my throat as I thought about the things I would never be able to do with my mother.

"Ness?" I looked over at Leslie in the driver's seat to see her eyes wide. "You okay?"

"Oh, yeah, perfectly fine. I just thought of the chores I have to do before my parents get home." I shrugged and smiled.

"Speaking of that," Marissa chimed in. "My mom wants your guys' moms to help with the seventeen year reunion, ya know, since they like missed the fifteen year one."

"My mom already knows, she's getting the menu," Leslie said.

Marissa looked over at me. "How about your mom?"

"I'll um…talk to her when she gets back," I replied, already knowing the answer.

"Great! Now I think we should go see that one movie with that new actor…" Marissa chattered. My attention went elsewhere as we zoomed through town.

The fresh air was a relief. The theater was over-packed with mushy couples, making the movie unbearable to watch. Even Leslie and Marissa would sigh once in a while or do the occasional "aw" when the main characters said something ridiculously lovey-dovey.

Marissa came out right behind me then, her eyes shining. "Now that's a movie I will definitely go see again."

"Yeah, it was really cute," Leslie agreed. They both looked at me when I didn't say anything.

"Not my kind of movie," I said nonchalantly.

They nodded their heads in understanding. I knew they were both getting to know me still. They've never met me in their whole lives. I, on the other hand, had known Leslie since she was born. A year after the whole Volturi thing and when Leslie was two months old, we had run into Mike and Jessica in town when I was visiting Grandpa Charlie. I had to pretend I was my father's long lost niece. I didn't really mind it. I understood why we had to do it but as I grew older and enrolled into schools, seeing the relationships between parents and their children was a hard thing to do.

"McDonald's?" Marissa exclaimed, leading the way to her car.

"Heck yeah!" I responded, wanting to get everything off my mind. We hopped into Leslie's hand-me-down car. The stereo was blaring as we drove down the streets; we sang off-tune with the songs. It called for an unplanned cruise around town. We laughed until we were crying and yelled at the top of our lungs until we could barely speak. Leslie actually let loose for once and hollered at a teenage boy walking down the street. He laughed and waved. I was finally being a teenager. A crazy, no-conscious teenager who didn't care what the consequences were. This time was going to be different, I could feel it.

"Okay, I'm hungry!" Leslie yelled over the music.

The other two were breathless as we drove toward the golden arches. I was grinning like a madman. We tittered about everything and would sing the chorus of a catchy song while we got out of the car and headed into the restaurant. The toe of my heel caught on the edge of the sidewalk, launching me forward into the door. Luckily I caught myself on the handle and then I turned to the other two who burst out laughing again. My face got warm as I chuckled with them.

"Graceful," Marissa said while she entered the building. I rolled my eyes and followed until she stopped right in her tracks. "Oh my God."

Leslie caught up. "What?"

I looked up and froze when I saw them sitting at the table. They were tall. All of them, including the woman. And they had strong features with dark eyes. The men's black hair was cropped while the woman's hair went right above her shoulders. They looked as if they were all related, and they acted like it too. Plus, along with them being beautiful, it felt like I had seen them before.

Marissa called my name and pulled back into the real world. In my peripheral vision I saw a man from the table jerked his head my way when he heard my name called. My face flushed and I hurried to where Marissa and Leslie were standing in line.

"He's looking at you," Leslie whispered, her eyes huge.

I looked over my shoulder to have her statement confirmed. I took a deep breath and shrugged. "Can't really do anything about it, can we?"

She shook her head, stepping forward to order.

We sat down with our drinks at a table across the room from them. I sipped on my Coke, not enjoying it at all, as I waited for my large fries that would probably go untouched.

"Still looking," Marissa said under her breath. "No surprise there."

Leslie agreed quickly as she checked her cell phone.

"What are you guys talking about?" I glanced between them. "Mars?"

Marissa sighed. "Isn't it obvious? You're like gorgeous and me and Leslie here are just plain Jane's. Of course you're going to have every guy staring at you everywhere we go, something that's completely out of our power. I mean, I'm not saying I'm jealous or anything, which I kinda am but who wouldn't be?"

I was absolutely speechless. Naturally I've gotten comments here and there about my looks, but usually my family and I scared people off with how good looking we were. I didn't exactly think of myself of being gorgeous – beautiful, yes – but that's as far as I would go. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out.

"Don't worry about it, Ness," Leslie said, standing up. "It's not your fault." She gave me a helpful smile before she left to go grab our tray.

"Okay and I'm saying this in the kindest way as possible," Mars added. "But apparently you must get your looks from your father's side. Your mom was very pretty, don't get me wrong, but your dad was…"

"Handsome, a Greek god, better looking than all the hottest movie stars put together and then some," Leslie grinned as she set the food on the table. Well, her mother was Jessica Stanley - she couldn't help but be like that.

Mars beamed. "Exactly."

I gave a small laugh and rolled my eyes. "You guys, that's really gross."

"Shoot," Leslie said, ignoring me. "I forgot the ketchup."

My legs shot me up and I was heading over to the counter before either one could say anything. "I got it." I took a few deep breaths. Now I remember why my parents told me to not make any human friends. Besides it being a threat of having our existence known, they really had a knack for making us feel uncomfortable with their staring and blunt comments. But this was what came with trying to be normal and I was just going to have to deal with it.

"Need help?"

My hand reaching for the little paper cup for the ketchup paused and I stopped breathing. I slowly looked up at the tall man who was standing next to me with a smile. Our eyes locked and something all of a sudden clicked. It wasn't as if gravity was holding me in place any longer, it was something else - something I couldn't put my finger on. And I once again got the feeling that I had met this man in another life. His whole presence was familiar like it was tattooed in the back of my mind. His dark eyes had a hint of sadness in them and his huge body was radiating heat.

His eyebrows knitted together. "Are you okay?"

I gulped and nodded.

The familiar smile came back and he reached out a hand. "I'm Jacob Black."

Jacob Black. JB. Oops, I forgot to breathe. My knees buckled and it went black.

Whoa, Jacob is JB? I had no idea. ;) Review for me please? It's not that hard, I swear. Thanks for enduring this chapter! :) Now I'm going to go work on Perfectly Imperfect. Hehe... Btw, Mars is Marissa's nickname if you didn't catch that. Sorry, not my best. :p