So sorry for the wait! I won't go on making excuses, life is hectic at times and this month has been one of those months. Hope you are all still reading, please give me any ideas you may have :D where should it go? Should she find out about the wolves now?

I had been here a week, a long week that had been full of different people and stories of those people, I witnessed strong bonds of family and friendship that was so foreign to what I knew it scared me whilst at the same time stirred an envy, an envy that although I was close to my mom, I never had people around me like Sam had around him. There were people at the house at all hours of the day, not a day had gone by where breakfast wasn't overcrowded by young boys or where lunch didn't consist of a food fight or war of words between friends. It was strange, uncomfortable at times but at the same time, it seemed completely normal. I had found myself often laughing along as the guys joked with one another, or rolling my eyes as Emily launched into a rant at one of them for getting food on the floor.

But there was still one problem, him. No matter how the others made me feel welcomed, however much they made me laugh or made me feel ok sitting amongst them, something always led me back to him. Conversations would bring him up, jokes would be made about him, or occasionally, very occasionally he would turn up. Since the bonfire I had seen him four times, four times in seven days and those four times were short and awkward, full of angry stares or empty niceties. He had a major stick up his ass and I had no idea why but it bugged me, more than it should.

Each time I thought about him my body reacted, my heart would jump painfully, my stomach would tighten un-willingly and I would shake with a mixture of anger and interest. The simply thought of him in this very moment was enough to stir the emotions that I felt stupid for feeling, I shouldn't care yet he was such an asshole and so unneccasirly angry and unkind that I couldn't help it. He had a story, of that I was certain. A story to him that I wanted to know, I wanted to know what had happened to turn a young man into such an ass, he interested me but that is where it stopped. He angered me and interested me, nothing more.

Eurgh.

I hated that every day my brain lingered too long on him, Paul. I hated him and the way he sucked all attention to him when he lingered around me, how my body stopped in his presence, how he demanded every ounce of attention. I was being an ass; I was focusing on things that didn't matter, on people who didn't matter. I was going stir crazy, being stuck in these four walls with these big guys I didn't really know was driving me to near insanity and so I took the decision to get out. I used to be active and fit, I didn't work out but I danced and sometimes ran, it seemed the only liable excuse to use in an attempt to escape the un-peaceful Red Riding Hood cottage I found myself now calling home.

I tied my hair into a high tight pony; it wouldn't slip out of place as I ran. My scalp ached from the tight sensation I hadn't felt pulling in a while but I shook it off. My eyes met my own face as I looked up into the bathroom mirror, I had applied little make up, I was never one for dolling myself up but I wore the necessities so that I could avoid looking death like every day. My green eyes shone out against my lightly tanned skin, I liked my eyes, they were my mother's eyes. The green eyes scanned down over my outfit, grey workout pants that came to my knee and a lazily cut sweater that hung loosely from my shoulders. I would normally wear a t-shirt but it was grey and cold out so a sweater would do. I pulled my Ipod out and tucked it into my bra before placing one head phone in and turning for the door, my trainers padding heavily against the uneven flooring of the small house that creaked as I walked for the stairs, the creaking was drowned out by the conversations beneath me. I could hear a flurry of voices, all young yet all rough and harsh as if they had lived past their teen years.

"Nessie is wierd though"

"She is not weird, she's unique"

The two voices practically shouted as I reached halfway down the stairs, my feet coming into view to whoever was in the kitchen. Nessie, she was the little girl who hung off Jacob, the eight year old who was freakishly good looking.

"Unique then, either way she gives me the creeps she is like not even two yet she looks"

"Shut up"

The younger voice was cut out by the bark of my brother, I hovered for a second as I thought over the words he had interrupted, Nessie wasn't two she was easily seven if not older.

"Savannah, good morning honey" Emily spoke out now as I peered over the breakfast table that was full already, it was only 8:30am yet they were here and already stuffing their faces. Before I acknowledged anybody I scanned for him, my heart sinking in relief and slight dashed hopes as I saw he wasn't here. I got hopeful when he turned up, hopeful that it would be different and he would be nice but it never was. Instead the table was full with Seth, Embry, Jacob and Sam. All of whom were grinning widely at me while Seth looked like he was being pinched under the table by Sam, tears were springing to his young eyes while Sam leant strangely close to him. It had been him to mention Nessie, the recognition of his voice hit me as I saw his face.

"Morning" I finally returned to Emily as she hovered by the telephone table, her hand hovering over the receiver as if she had just put it down.

She smiled genuinely at me, tucked in her arm was an oven glove, across her top lay a smear of flour and I smelt her baking, the woman was forever baking. It was a wonder I hadn't gained two dress sizes since being here. "I just spoke with Kim, she has a day off school today for a dentist appointment. I thought we could meet her after and have some lunch or I could show you the town, you haven't seen much of it thanks to the rain" She stopped talking and scanned over my body, as if realising I wasn't in my pyjamas as I was most mornings. "Are you going somewhere?" Her perfectly plucked brows knitted together as she lingered on my feet. I pointed toward the door as I opened my mouth to speak.

"Yeah, just for a run. I have been real lazy recently, and I could do with the air. Is that ok?"

She nodded but her eyes fell on Sam, mine followed and I saw the grins of each boy and gone and instead they looked sort of confused as to what to do. Sam finally moved, offering me a small smile as he reached for another cup of coffee and nodded. "Of course, you don't need to ask" He shrugged as he poured the drink but the other three boys looked at him like he was crazy. "But can I just ask you something?" He spoke again realising their looks, I nodded but felt my own frown, why would he need to ask me something? Was this the diet thing Emily had warned me about? I wasn't running to lose weight I just liked to keep fit. I was about to tell him that but he beat me to it. "Can you stick to the footpaths, don't run off through the trees and try to stay close to the house. It gets pretty dense out there, you could get lost if you don't know the area and there can be other dangers and if you come across anyone just um you know the drill" As soon as he said it he looked away, as if signalling that was the end of the conversation.

I wanted to pry more but I didn't, I just nodded. "Stick to the paths, don't talk to strangers, keep you informed on where I am at all times and don't do anything stupid. I was drilled on safety rules since the day I could walk, but I'll actually follow them here. I won't be long" I tried lighting the sudden mood change, it had gone from easy and light to heavy and somewhat tense, but even my attempt at humour didn't change it. Seth grinned but Sam just nodded at me.

"Do you not want any food before you go?" Emily asked and I shook my head instantly, food before I ran made me puke. "Ok, well did you want to go and meet Kim?"

"Sure" I gave her the biggest smile I could before walking for the door, their chatter didn't start again until I reached the top step of the porch, Embry's loud voice echoed through the closed wooden door and it made me stop.

"You want me to go out after her?" After me? Like follow me? Did they think I was incapable of not getting lost? I felt sort of offended, I wasn't stupid.

"No, she'll be covered besides it's been quiet out recently, it's safe enough" Sam answered back and my frown furrowed further. I was covered? In what way was I covered? Like in clothing? Did he think I wasn't wearing enough? I don't get it. I wanted to stand and listen but a scraping of a chair made me jump and as I hopped down the steps the front door opened to Jacob shouting about having to go see Nessie, I skipped toward the tree line, giving him only a small smile as he walked past me to his old red car. The guys here were strange; things they did and said at times really confused me.

I had quickly got the impression safety was a main concern of theirs; I always overheard conversations about whether certain areas or places were 'covered' or 'secure'. I guess Emily had said they did security work around the res, so that could be the reason. Still, it was strange.

I walked until my feet found the trodden down path that ran through the lighter section of the trees. It wasn't a real foot path but it was more leading that other areas, it was clear of fallen branches or trees so I guess it was a path. My music suddenly became louder in my ear against the silence of the trees, only birds and wind offering noise against my thoughts.

Nick Mulvey was playing soothingly to me, his voice calming me down as I glanced around at my beautiful surroundings. This is what I loved; it was something I rarely got living so close to the city. Pure, untouched beauty, nature at its best, thick trees that held years of growth to them. As I breathed in the fresh air my feet began beating against the damp ground, my eyes still searching the scenery as I flew through the natural area of La Push.

I hadn't realised just how lost I had got myself in the music and the beauty of the moment until I hit grass, untouched grass that held no twigs or branches from towering trees, the trees were behind me. I was on something; I could hear waves and sea wind. My eyes looked directly ahead of me and I saw ocean, I was on the cliffs I had seen on my drive back here with Emily. The grey sky seemed to slip into the ocean perfectly, nothing not even colour differences separating the two as I walked closer to the edge. It was so high up, I couldn't get close to the edge because I heard the smash of waves beneath me and I froze. I wasn't that great with heights or the edges of cliffs, not that I had been on one before but I was suddenly nervous of being this close to the edge and I began backing off. I continued to back up until I was a safe distance and I fell into the damp grass, the coldness a welcoming feeling against my hot aching legs. I hadn't run that hard in months; my body was killing from it. I hadn't even realised I was running quite that fast or hard.

My music in my ear changed, Snoop Dogg Drop it like it's hot, came on. I laughed a little, a snort of laughter as the beat hit me. This song was my mom's favourite. She used to sing along as if she was a gangster, it made her feel so cool yet she always got the words wrong. My hand flew to the locket around my neck, my mom's locket. My fingers fiddled with the gold heart that was cold from the air that hit my warm body, my heart began hammering as the song flooded me with old memories. Car journeys I took for granted where she would blast the music out, times when I would come home from school and find her booty popping in the kitchen while she made dinner. She always said she was 'hip hop' cool but I joked it was her hips that would be popping if she carried on. A smile shadowed my face as I sat on the cliff top, my body sucking in the sharp fresh air. She would have loved it here, she never came here but I know she would have. She loved nature, she was forever going on about how one day she would make it on a mountain hike and take pictures of random rocks because they were artistic. I was certain she would have cried if she could see where I was sat, if she could see the ocean like I could right now, hear the waves hitting the rocks, watching the gulls swarm the sky. My mom was never a city person, she used to flip people off at any chance she got, beep her horn for no reasons other than her severe road rage. She overcrowded our small house with plants and pictures of places like this, but she never got to visit one.

My body shivered as I finally came from my trance, the song in my ear had changed a few times since the memories stirred and I was now listening to Ed Sheeran. It was getting colder, the sky was growing greyer and I suddenly became all too aware of the shivers crawling over my skin not from the cold but from the feeling someone was here. I felt like eyes were on me, a hot feeling was etching at me as it did on occasions where Paul was at the house, it was like I could feel that hot stare on me right now but it was absurd, I was alone.

I scanned around me, sure enough nothing was here. But the trees were growing darker, more sinister looking and I jumped to my feet dropping my hand from my locket. I should be back at the house by now; I had easily been two hours if not longer. The feeling of eyes on me never left as I walked through the tree line and found the path, my feet couldn't bring themselves to run anymore so I walked faster and faster toward the house, my eyes no longer searching the scenery but watching my feet as they moved. It was as if I were afraid to look around, afraid to see those eyes glaring at me even though I knew it was impossible anybody was out here, especially him.

As I walked fast I could see the gap that led to the yard, I was getting closer when a snap echoed around me and my head snapped up. I saw something flash to my right, as if someone ran past but as I looked closer I could see nobody there. I was being stupid.

"Stop being such a wimp, no one is there" I whispered to myself and continued to push on, my aching legs dying to feel the heat of a shower. I was being paranoid there was no one out here with me. I finally reached the opening to the yard, Sam was out there. He was leaning over the bonnet of his truck, shirt off and covered in oil. He glanced up as I walked in but he didn't linger on me, instead he stared past me into the trees I had emerged from. A frown covering his face as he concentrated on the empty trees.

"I umm managed not to get lost, I told you I was good at following rules" I quickly spoke trying to lighten the frown that held his face. It didn't work though, he was thinking hard about something but he finally looked at me and nodded.

"Yeah, looks like you have it covered" As soon as he spoke his eyes travelled back to the trees, he said nothing more neither did he make it open for me to so I took the hint and dragged myself up to the front door.

The house was empty for once; Emily was pottering around upstairs I could hear the floorboards creaking. I felt put off, both from the horrible sensation I felt on my run and the strange encounter with Sam. I was certain I could feel someone watching me, but no one was there. But then Sam, maybe he saw something. Or maybe he was just in a bad mood, not that I had done anything to upset him. Well, I had taken ages on my run when I said I would be an hour. Maybe I had annoyed him.

I worried too much, I cared too much. I groaned and walked for the stairs, slipping my shoes off as I walked into the guest room I pulled my jumper off, the cold air hitting my bare flesh as I stood in my bra and workout pants, this was heaven. I hated being too hot. It wasn't cold enough though, I skipped for the window and pushed it open, my eyes finding Sam again as I did so but I didn't just find him, he was with someone. Paul.

My body froze as I stood by the window, my heart leapt and thudded harshly as my eyes locked on his semi naked body. They looked like they were arguing; I couldn't hear what was being said but Sam looked livid, just as living as Paul. They were so angry. I watched in still silence as hands were thrown around and words bashed out, Sam backed off whereas Paul suddenly pointed up toward my bedroom window, his eyes following until he saw me stood there. Semi naked, his mouth stopped moving, his eyes widened and I watched him freeze as he took me in. I was in my bra. He could see me, more of me than he should be but he didn't look away. Instead it took Sam shoving him to make him finally tear his eyes from me. Sam hadn't noticed me there, or Paul looking, he simply pushed Paul toward the trees while saying something.

I didn't want Paul to leave but it looked like he was going to, with one finally glance at my window he turned and sulked back to the trees. His car wasn't here, had he been in the trees the whole time? Had he been out there with me? Maybe I wasn't crazy, maybe I was being watched, maybe by him? But why would be follow me? He hated me? It made no sense. It didn't add up.

He seriously clouded my mind; I lost all clarity when it came to him. I was sure that if we were to have a real conversation I would get so caught up I forgot my own name. But a real conversation would never happen, A, because he was an asshole and B, because I wanted nothing to do with him. I don't think anyway. I needed a shower, I needed to man up and stop obsessing over someone who didn't matter to me, I needed to get ready and go meet Kim, forget about Paul. It was as easy as that, I think.