I hate being a 'procrastinator'... Blah ! -.- Sorry for taking so long to update, my little She-Wolves (I'm almost positive your all female), buuuut I'm back ! It's Summer Vacation '11 and I never have anything to do... Yeah right !

Actually I'll be very busy:/ Stupid Summer Advantage. I got into a private school. It's going to help me earn college credits during my four years of high school, while giving me college classes, which will hopefully accumulate int two year's worth of credits. Hopefully, I'll go straight to university after high school and finish two years there for my BA.

I was born in before '97 okay people, so I'm not even sure if that above ^^^ is exactly how it works. Anyways, back to the story:D

Where we left off. . . & Just in case you forgot,

Descriptions. . .

Leah: Obviously very pretty, vain, smart, out-going, head cheerleader, loyal, party girl, basically the leader, stands up for what she thinks is right. Number One Best Friend is Rachel Black. 16 years old & the oldest. Born on May 25, 1993.

Emily: Extremely helpful, nice, great cook, referred to as "Leah's Little Cousin" by a lot of people so she's usually in Leah's shadow, kind of nerdy, doesn't think much of her looks, volleyball team coach. Kim is Her Number One Best Friend. 16 years old, the youngest. Born on December 1, 1993.

Rachel: Quiet, somewhat of a bookworm, calming presence, can hold her own, hates her small face structure. She's on the basketball team because of her height. Number One Best Friend is Leah. 16 years old, second oldest. Born on May 27, 1993.

Kim: Peacemaker, knows she isn't ugly but thinks she's average, comedian of the group, goes with the flow occasionally, jealous towards Leah. Emily is Her Number One Best Friend. 16 years old, second youngest. Born on August 29, 1993.

Leah P.O.V.

High schools blows. Junior year is just around the corner of getting it's winter break and it seems that my best frie-former friends aren't that worried about classes anymore, seeing as they never come to school!

They suck. What do I care, though? I won't screw up my life like them.

What sucks even more is that the Cullens left Forks to go back to Alaska or something. They didn't really explain to me, but at east we met up at he airport and talked to each other for a little while.

"Hey! Leah!"

I turned around as a football player made his way towards me. He had a cocky grin and well-defined muscles, which rippled through his La Push Wolf jersey, he was also taller than me and had a nice face. His dark brown-almost black- almond-shaped eyes seemed to sparkle as he stopped in front of me. He looked so familiar, something about the way he carried himself.

Raising an eyebrow at him I asked, "Who the hell are you?"

He didn't even blink when he said, "It's me. Darrell Jonsie, your ex-boyfriend from Freshman year."

A light went off in my head and I smiled tightly, "Hey. Long time no see." As I was about to say more, he hugged me. "When did you come back?" I clenched my teeth together.

"Yeah, I got back on Saturday, actually," Today is Monday, "I'll walk you to class." He put his arms over my shoulders and then smiled down at me, "What is your next class?"

Blankly walking forward again I muttered, "History with Mr. Rafa."

Nodding his head, he grinned, "I have math right across the hallway with his wife."

He talked to me about his life in California, until I -hopefully very rudely- bid him goodbye and stomped my way inside the small classroom. The bell rang as I got into seat and he left a few seconds after.

The forty-five minutes passed by so fucking slow! The whole time I've been thinking about stupid Darrell Jonsie and why the hell he came back to stupid La Push, Washington from stupid San Diego, California.

Once the bell rang for lunch, I was the first one out of my class and of course, I skipped my lunch to go hang out with the girls from cheer outside by the filed, since we all have p.e. anyway.

"What the fuck is Darrell Jonsie doing here again?" I screeched, lying down on my back, watching the gray skies above.

The Twins, Cheryl and Minette Lorske, shrugged and continued onto their sketches for remodeling their room. Deedee, Dominique Dominguez, rolled onto her stomach and sent me a 'change the subject' look.

I glared at her and stared each of the eight other girls in the eye until Jasmine piped up, "Well, there's a bunch of rumors flying around."

"Which rumors? I haven't heard any," I murmured.

She flipped her dark black curls over her shoulder and with bright brown eyes started spilling every rumor she knew, "Some people are saying that it's because he misses an ex-girlfriend and wants to get back with her. Others are say that he got a chick pregnant in Cali and didn't want to be a father or that he didn't believe he was the father. A bunch of shit like that."

I groaned, "So why is he really here, Jazzy?"

"His little sister, Beatrice, was being bullied in San Diego and his parents were having trouble dealing with Darrell's other sister, Cassidy, because I guess she has to go to rehab over drug use, now. Reyna's pregnant again, too. They're having another boy and naming him Ayden. Apparently, the city wasn't a good place to raise a baby," she sniffed.

My eyes widened at the mention of Reyna's pregnancy. She and Richard couldn't have kids after Beatrice because of some fertility issues.

As p.e. stared and we practiced, I couldn't help but wonder if they only came back because one of the rumors were true about Darrell having a baby mama.

*After School*

Fuck my life. Why did Seth have to take so fucking long to pick me up from school, specially today. Thankfully, Jared Pelletier had a car and was coming my way with said Ford truck.

"Well isn't it, Lil' Miss Leah Clearwater," he laughed.

I glared at him, but then fluttered my eyelashes at him, "Would you mind giving me a ride home, Jared? My idiot of a brother is waaay too late than usual and I'm tired of waiting."'

He laughed and unlocked the passenger door, I hopped in. "Thanks so much, Jared."

"No problem, just remember that I'll be picking you up this Saturday around 2 for our date."

My eyes widened, "You remember that? It was a long time ago! Damn it! If you remember, then Paul does, too." I groaned as Jared guffawed.

His fucking head nodded and he replied. "Who'd forget a date with Leah Clearwater," he said in an amazed tone, which was obviously mocking.

I narrowed my eyes, "Fuck you."

"Whenever you want, baby. I'm always free of charge for you," he winked. I'm so glad that he, at least, is agood driver and had his eyes on the road and two large steady hand on the wheel.

"Shut up. Wait, actually just tell me where you're be taking me and then shut up."

He stayed quiet for a while.

"Well?"

Jared smiled at me, his medium sized brown eyes glittering with excitement, "Actually," there he goes mocking me again, "I didn't think I'd get this far." He laughed and I couldn't contain a few giggles.

When he pulled up into my house he finally said, "I guess, if you don't mind, we can go shoot paint balls at each other at that one arcade in Port Angeles."

"I'm not afraid to play dirty, Jared." I smirked when his breathing hitched.

Under his breath I barely heard him mutter, "Fuck." Out loud, looking at me, "Me neither! So it's a date, right?"

I poked his chest, "Duh," and quickly, but calmly shuffled into my house.

Jared just made me experience one of favorite occurrences, a funny guy who is nervous around me. It's so hard to not find straight up I-Wanna-Fuck-You guys in La Push since the girls are mostly all gorgeous and the guys are most of the time fucking hot. I just happen to know for a fact that I am one of the top three, if not number one.

Everyone at La Push High School knows I'm a virgin and that I'm waiting to get married or at least to find 'The One' so they've all been trying to be it for me. It's just... None of them are for me and I know it.

I'm only dating guys right now because yeah, it feels nice for someone to compliment you, it feels nice when someone hugs you all the time and it does feel good to know that men want me. My personality is another thing that acts like a light to the guys, which are obviously the moths.

Many say that I'm 'the coolest girl' they've ever met and I guess I'm thankful for my family and friends for that.

I just wish my old friends wouldn't ignore me. I can feel my attitude changing and I don't want it to. Without them, my rocks, I can't handle certain situations by myself.

It's true what they say then; When you need someone the most, they fail. I don't know what I'll do now that Darrell's back.

He's my first boyfriend and I honestly thought that he could be the one. I was 'in love' with him. He was the guy every girl wanted and I was, and still am, the girl all guys want. We were the it couple in high school.

He had been the only guy to give my stomach butterflies and I would blush when he would speak to me. I loved the feeling of his skin on mine when we would hug or kiss. I was fourteen and a complete and utter hopeless romantic.

My idea of love was just like the one's in every love song. My first love would be mine forever and we would get married. He'd never cheat on me and I'd never cheat on him. I'd have his babies, he'd be the father of my children. They'd look exactly like him and exactly like me, a mix of us both. They'd be perfect.

I thought that we'd never fight because we never did. He was so sweet to me and he didn't rush me into anything I didn't want to do. He was my first in every way except for the sexual one. He was my first kiss, first date, first crush and first love.

It was a gorgeous sunny day and I was waiting for him at the beach. We had planned a picnic together and he was going to tell me something big.

Me, being so naive, thought it was going to be 'I love you' and dressed up in my best clothes and wore my best smile and did my makeup as best as I could. My hair was in pretty loose curls. Instead of the 'I love you' I got 'I'm leaving to California tomorrow'.

He broke up with me on the spot and when I asked if he cared about me. He stayed quiet and wouldn't look me in the eyes. I remember grabbing his hand and crying if he would wait for me, just like guys did for their girlfriends in movies.

My heart shattered when he said he didn't feel that way for me and that it'd be better if we stayed friends. That hurt me. How could he expect me to just forget about everything we went through together and just pretend it didn't happen, so we could be friends.

Darrell Jonsie broke me, but at least I had my friends to put pieces of me back together. Where are they now, though?

My cell phone buzzed and for a moment I thought it was Rachel, but I knew it wasn't her. I still felt that flash of disappointment seep through me when I saw it was a text from Dominique asking if we were going to practice tomorrow.

Annoyance made me roll my eyes and huff; We have practice EVERYDAY, Dom.

She texted back a quick thanks and a smiley face.

I didn't bother replying. Rachel knew it, nobody else did, but one word text messages were one of my top five pet peeves.

Sighing, I opened up my backpack and organized classwork from homework to projects that're due in a few weeks. I gazed at the pile and being the lazy-ass that I know I am, I made excuses to myself so I wouldn't have to do it right now so early at frickin 3:32.

With my towel and toiletries in hand, I took a shower in my bathroom and decided I'd let my hair air-dry for a messy ponytail tomorrow.

When my parents came home around 5, I knew it was time to start my stupid homework.

Oh, the life of Leach Clearwater, gets more difficult everyday.

Okay, so a reader who took the time out of their day to message me about updating this story, you know who you are ;D Thanks a lot for that.

It was sorta like a wake up call for me to update my stories and not leave me hanging.

Hope you guys enjoyed. I'll have more for you guys later!